TRAINING KEVIN

BY IAGO

NOTE: This is work entirely of the imagination. It depicts acts
which are flagrently immoral, profoundly illegal and in some
cases quite likely physically improbable. Do not even imagine
trying this at home, or anywhere else for that matter.


Pick Up & Inspection

I've always been cursed with a taste for young boys. When I was
seven and we were relatively poor, my parents needed to acquire a
large amount of money to invest in the stock market. My mother's
which uncle Scott was willing to give them the money in exchange
for one simple thing. Me. I would have to spend the summer with
him "doing what ever Uncle Scott tells you do." That meant being
molested and abused day and day out. It normally started slowly
Uncle Scot would make me strip and stand still while he played
with my body. He would start by slowly rubbing my tiny nipples.
For some reason this always gave me an exciting feeling in my
penis. When that got hard Uncle Scott would take it between his
fingers and masturbate me to a infantile orgasm. He would then
lay me down and knead and suck my nipples till my little dick got
hard again, when he would suck me to another orgasm. He would do
this for about an hour. Sometimes I would have as many as twelve
orgasms in that time. Then it was his turn. He would make me sit
on his groin and thrust his eight inch dick up my second grader's
asshole. It hurt like hell and I cried and screamed, but Scott
never stopped. He kept ramming himself into me and all I could do
was bear it. In some ways what followed was even worse. Uncle
Scott would force me to take his shit and blood covered dick in
my mouth and suck it clean. The first time I just couldn't do it.
I threw up and lay crying on the floor. Uncle would have none of
this. He picked me up and hung my by my wrists from a ceiling
beam. Then he whipped me with an electric cord till I fainted
from the pain. That must have inspired him, because after that
each day would end with me being tortured. I would have to stand
with my arms straight out in a crucified position. When I
couldn't keep my arms up any longer, Uncle Scott would put
bulldog clips on my nipples and penis and crucify me on a child
sized cross. Other times he would strap me to a table , wrap a
wire around my dick and balls and shock me just to hear me
scream..

Well as they say all good things must come to end, but this case
was a bit different. About a month after I came home Uncle Scott
departed this life under what old fashioned novelists would term
"mysterious circumstances." Even more mysterious, and to my
parents far more infuriating, was that he had made me his
principal heir. My part of the estate ($75 million) was tied up
in trust so tight that not even Willy the Actor could get to it.
We wouldn't see a penny till I turned 21. Needless to say my
folks were counting the seconds till that glorious day.
Meanwhile, they did quite well in the stock and real estate
market. Unfortunately for them, two weeks before my 19th birthday
they were killed in a airliner crash. Between the insurance and
their estate I ended my teen years worth well over $3 million.
Two years later I was the twentieth richest twenty-something in
the country. By that time I knew exactly what I wanted and how to
get it.

The young girl opened her purse and pulled a tube of lipstick out
and began to paint her lips a deep crimson, then she opened her
mouth and spoke. "You have my twenty five thousand?"

"All in twenties just as you requested," I replied.

"Good! I like Twenties." The girl had said.

"You have what I want?" I asked.

"Sure. Kevin, come here!" The girl said now stuffing a used
cigarette between her freshly painted lips and lit the tip. "Just
remember," I said with great boldness, "All sales are final. You
can't ask me for him later on when your down on your luck."

"Don't worry. man I don't want that snot anyway. He gets in my
way and I can't afford to keep him, neither do I want his eight-
year-old ass. He's more trouble than he's worth."

The door opened and in walked a little boy from the adjoining
room. He was extremely cute. He had closed cropped sandy blond
hair, blue eyes and a snub nose. He was barefoot and wore torn
cut off denim shorts and a filthy sleeveless undershirt two sizes
too big for him. I figured he was around 4 foot four and probably
didn't weigh much over sixty five pounds. The girl stood to her
feet and bent on a knee and told the boy that he was coming to
live with me I expected the boy to start crying and put up a
fight, but he simply said "ok." The kid's own mother had died
from an overdose a few weeks before. The girl I paid was just
another addict who was eager to get rid of him. "So here's the
kid. Where's my dough?" she demanded.

"Just a second, sweetheart," I drawled Bogart-like, "I need to
inspect the merchandise first. I'm not taking damaged goods, if
you know what I mean." She shrugged and mouthed something that
might have been pervert. I touched my pager and my chauffeur and
body guard stepped into the room. "You keep your opinions to
yourself, sweetheart," I Bogie growled, "Or my two friends here
will have an nice long talk with you about your manners." Little
Kevin, who up to the time had been looking pretty solemn, cracked
a moon sized grin.

The girl looked like she wanted to backhand the kid, something
she probably had done pretty often, but thought better of it (My
chauffeur and bodyguard together massed nearly 450 pounds of very
solid muscle). Instead she snapped her fingers at him, saying,
"Well what are you waiting for kid. Strip!"

Kevin looked at me. I nodded. "Yes, please take all your clothes
off, Kevin." I pulled a clean shirt out of the carryall I brought
with me. "I brought you some nice new things for you to wear."

Kevin took his shirt off and dropped it on the floor. The cutoff
came next, and there he was standing in his nearly nude kid
beauty, naked except for a pair of surprisingly clean looking red
Haines briefs.

"Those, too," I smiled at him, pointing to the tiny underpants,
which were now displaying a noticeable tent effect. As was not
too unusual with small boys undressing in front of people, Kevin
had a little hardon.

"You heard the man. Strip naked," the girl ordered. Reluctantly
the little boy slowly started to pull his briefs off 'This is
perfect!' I thought, 'just like the start of a kiddie porn
video.' I pulled out my cell phone and switched on its built in
camcorder. 'Well why not?' I thought and pointed it at the
stripping kid.

Kevin grabbed the rear of his waistband and yanked the briefs
down over his bubble butt, causing them to bunch up in front.
Then he pulled the sides down, which revealed the top part of his
hairless pubic area. He looked at us for a moment, then with a
quiet sob yanked his underpants down to his feet and kicked them
off, then stood with two small hands cupping his tiny package.

"Sorry sport," I told him gently, but very firmly taking his
hands away, "but I gotta check you out down there first." To my
relief Kevin was circumcised. You see I have this thing about
foreskins--I think they're repulsive. Plus it can be pain to keep
'em clean, not to mention they pose some real health risks. Ask
WHO--the World Health Organization, if you don't believe me. Well
enough of the public service announcement. I gave Kevin's penis a
friendly twitch and pulled it out. At full length it was just
under two inches long and was probably no more than three
quarters of inch in diameter, maybe not even that. Perfectly
normal for a little kid. I stuck two fingers under his little bag
and jiggled his tiny balls. Both testicles where clearly present
and hung nice and evenly in his baby ass smooth scrotum. I held
them and told him to cough, just like a real doctor. No, I don't
play one on TV, but I have enough paramedical training to spot
basic pediatric troubles. None were present at this end.

"Bend over and touch your toes," I ordered him, drawing on a pair
of latex gloves I had extracted from the carryall. Kevin had a
very nice round little ass, one that just begged for a kindly--or
not so kindly--slap or two. Or two dozen. I resisted the
temptation, wanting to keep this part of our encounter cool and
professional. Not entirely (look, I'm only human.) Pulling his
buttocks apart, I shoved one throughly greased finger up his
anus, trying to get in as far as possible before he started
screaming. That wasn't too far; Kevin's rosebud was tighter than
Scrooge's purse. Another good sign; I had myself an eight year
old virgin. Not for long , of course. As my finger searched for
his tiny prostate I brought my other hand between his legs and
started fondling his little. Kevin gave a little squeal and penis
suddenly stiffened. 'Bingo!' I stroked his tiny joy gland while
rubbing the tip of his penis between my fingers. It was pretty
clear no one had ever done this to him before, because he started
sobbing, "No, no, no." I kept it for about a minute till his
cries took a somewhat different tone. He was taking deep breaths
and his head was rolling back and forth as his little hips
started going up and down. This too he would soon experience, but
at the right time. I removed my hands and pulled on a clean pair
of briefs from my bag. "Here, Kevin, you can put these on now."

Gratefully the little boy dove into the shorts then stood
perfectly still while I completed the rest my "examination." I
took a careful look at his short blond hair—no cooties or other
nasties there. Eyes and ears looked perfectly fine. Ditto teeth.
I felt around his neck, then had him raise his arms so I could
probe his hairless pits. I kneaded his flat little stomach with
its rather prominent "outie" belly button (his one mildly
unattractive feature), then playfully tickled his ribs. Kevin was
very ticklish, something to carefully note. Finally I crouched in
front him and started checking what I consider to be the sexiest
part of a little boy's body (all right; maybe the second sexiest.
Maybe the third.) His nipples. Kevin had reasonably decent
looking nipples; raised tips in the center of conical areolas.
They were both the same color, a dark pink, contrasting nicely
with the pale skin of his torso. Flicking my fingertips across
his nipples I felt them getting hard. Taking each nipple between
my thumbs and forefingers, I gave them a gentle squeeze, then
pressed hard. Kevin gasped and trembled. Clearly he had sensitive
nipples, another factor to note. I played with his nipples for a
bit till the boy started swaying and moaning. I dropped my hands
to his cotton covered crotch to feel his rock hard penis
straining against the cloth. 'Soon, little one, soon. But not
right now,' I beamed at him. "Here, Kevin, put these on," I
tossed him a brand new t-shirt, shorts and sandals. "Time we got
started for home." I left the money with the whore and bundled
Kevin into my car. I buckled him in securely and turned on the
mobile Playstation. Like most kids, however deprived, Kevin was a
video game expert. I left him alone and spent the ride thinking
happy thoughts. For me that is. What they would be for Kevin
would be less easy to say.


Kevin's First Lessons—Getting molested and tortured

Needless to say I live nowhere near the dump of a slum where by
some miracle of nature a beautiful kid like Kevin could be found.
So our trip home took a good three and half hours. By the time we
arrived Kevin was sleeping amidst the remains of two McDonald's
happy meals. I wasn't too concerned about his healthy appetite.
The training program I had in mind for him would burn up any
puppy fat that he might get. And that was just the exercise part!

I shook Kevin awake and half led half carried down the basement
to my rec room. Besides the usual rich guy toys (computer work
station with complete video production suite, home theater,
jacuzzi, full bathroom, king sized bed, sauna, full set of
exercise and game equipment) it held a number of special items.
Things you aren't going to pick at your local Wal-Mart, I kid you
not. The room is of course completely soundproof, twenty feet
underground, in a very secure house ten miles from the nearest
neighbor. In other words, the chance of being interrupted during
any of my sessions with Kevin was effectively zero. I went into
the bathroom and got the necessary equipment together then turned
on the shower. The water automatically adjusted to the suitable
temperature. Kevin was standing outside looking a little sleepy,
a little excited and more than a little scared.

Time to get the show on the road. "OK, Kevin, we got to get you
nice and clean, so get undressed."

"Why?" he protested, "It's too early for bedtime."

Depends on your definition of the word "bedtime" I suppose.
"Kevin," I explained patiently, "three things. First, when I tell
you do something, you do it, no questions asked. If you don't
grasp that I'll punish you till you do. Second, I'm going to
teach you some very important lessons about your body and for
that you've got to be naked. Third, in this house you're going to
be naked most of the time, so you better get used to that."

Kevin may have just been eight and fairly innocent, but he wasn't
that innocent. "No, he mouthed and took a step backward from me.
"No, please, don't make me."

I grabbed his shoulders and pulled him to my face. "Suit
yourself, kid, you've just earned a major whipping. Now are you
going to strip, or do you want me to double it?"

I set him down. "By the count of five," I intoned. "One." Kevin
took off his shirt.
"Two." He slid his shorts and underpants down. "Three," Kevin
kicked off his sandals and stood in front of me, completely naked
with his hands clenched over his penis and scrotum.

"Take your hands away, that's a major no no, Kevin. You must
never, never hide your penis like that. Whenever you do you'll
get an extra special punishment. So get those hands to your sides
RIGHT NOW."

Kevin's little face crinkled up and he started bawling. I yanked
his hands away from his dick and balls and shoved them against
his skinny hips. "You've just earned punishment number two, my
boy, and that's going to be focused here," I pinched his nipples
hard and twisted them, "and here," I reached down and squeezed
his testicles good and hard, "and here," I pulled his penis and
gave it a sold pinch. "Understand?"

Kevin nodded numbly and followed me into the bathroom. "Lean over
there," I pointed to the tub,"and don't move a muscle." Kevin
complied, his pale little ass sticking high in the air. I grabbed
the enema hose, which I had attached to the shower, and tested
the water temperature. Just right. I smeared the business end
throughly with Vaseline and bent over Kevin.

So there I was inches away from a delightful boy butt. I could
barely resist the urge to give it a good kiss (call me an ass
kisser, at your peril, buster.) I did give them a playful
squeeze, which made Kevin jump about six inches.

"Better hold still, or this is going to hurt a lot worse," I
warned him. I pulled open his ass cheeks and pushed the tube into
his anus.

This Kevin did not like. "Ow!" he bellowed, "Take it out! Please!
NOOOHH! OWWW." He was trying to squeeze his ass shut to lock out
the intruder. I simply put more pressure on, and since I'm a lot
stronger than an eight year old the result was a foregone
conclusion.

"OWWWW" Kevin wailed as I raped his anus with the tube. "Look,
Kevin," I yelled over his screams, "this is going to go in
whether you like it not. If you relax it will be a lot easier on
you." After a couple of more shoves Kevin gave in and I started
irrigating his innards. When he was nicely filled up I pulled his
head up by his hair and told him in no uncertain terms to hold
all the water in.

"Kevin, do you know what the word crucified means?"

He nodded. "It's what they did to Jesus. He was nailed up there
till he died."

"Very good. If you let anything out of your ass before I tell
you, so help me I'll have you crucified right then and there. I
mean it too." In fact, crucifixion, albeit of a non lethal and
more sophisticated form, was one of the little surprises I had in
store for him. But anon and so forth.

I slammed a a butt plug into him (as you might imagine I was
getting a mite impatient, being so close to a highly delectable
nude little boy) and told him to go sit on the toilet. Accidents
can happen after all. After waiting the absolute minimum time
needed I asked the kid if he had to go. Kevin replied in the
affirmative, so I extracted the butt plug and waited till nature
took its course. After Kevin wiped himself clean enough to
satisfy my inspection I told him to go stand in the shower. I
adjusted the water to slow and gentle and let him soak for a
minute. "Kevin close your eyes real tight, I'm going to wash your
hair now, so we don't want to get any shampoo in them," I advised
him. Per the bottle's instructions I left the lather on his
little blond head, warning him to keep his eyes shut, started
rubbing soap on his shoulders and back. I gradually worked my way
down his backside, smearing a thick layer of soap over his sweet
buttock and sturdy little legs. Gradually working my way down his
backside, I smeared a thick layer of soap over his rump and
sturdy legs. I had him lift up each tiny foot and washed it
carefully. This involved considerable giggling and squirming;
like most of us, especially when we're eight, Kevin had very
ticklish feet. I wiped the soap off with a wash rag then had
Kevin lean his head back so I could rinse the shampoo out. I did
this because I decided it was time to start molesting him and I
wanted to see exactly how he would react to being molested. I
changed the water flow to a slow trickle and made Kevin stand
facing shower head. I got behind him and rubbed the soap all
along his chest, paying particular attention to his nipples. I
did this very gently to keep him calm. I bent down to a quick job
on lower body, stomach, thighs and legs, carefully avoiding his
genitals. I got behind and started slowly rubbing his chest with
the washrag. It was a very expensive one, very soft. I drew it
across his nipples, once, twice, three times. Kevin gave a
surprised grunt and sort of leaned back into me. I put my left
hand on his chest and gave his nipple a little tweak.

He gave me a funny look then closed his eyes. I tweaked his other
nipple. Again the boy gave a little sigh and leaned a back a
little further. Dropping the wash rag, I pressed his nipples into
his areolas then pulled them out, stroking each nipple between
thumb and forefinger Then I placed my thumbs on the side of his
chest with my forefingers making circular motions around his
nipple, which were now pebble hard.. Kevin moaned softly, his
eyes getting a dreamy look. I could see his little hands hovering
over his penis, which was noticeably engorged, although not fully
erect yet. Picking up the washrag I brought it between his legs
till it was just below his balls. I gave them a quick jiggle then
drew the washrag quickly over his penis. Kevin jerked forward,
trying to get away, but my left arm held him securely against me.
Taking my time I slowly fondled his penis with the washrag. "No,
no, please stop! Please!" Kevin started to cry. Ignoring his
protests I continued to fondle his penis with the washrag till it
thrust out from his slender body in all its two and quarter inch
glory. I dropped the washrag and took the mushroom cleft between
my fingers. "OHHHH!" Kevin yelped as I started to masturbate him.
It was not a cry of pain. "Come on Kevin," I urged him, this
feels good, doesn't it? DOESN'T IT?" I gave his penis a gentle
squeeze. Kevin nodded numbly. "And you want me to keep doing
this, don't you?" I demanded fondling his penis with one hand
while rubbing his nipples with the other. "Answer me, boy," I
snapped at the trembling naked child, "you want me to keep doing
this, don't you?" Kevin turned his tear filled blue eyes to me.
"No, please, don't touch me like that, STOP IT!" He got both
small hands on my wrist and tried to yank my hand away.

"Enough of this nonsense," I said, picking him up and carrying
him back into the rec room. I dropped the hysterical naked eight
year old down on my special bed. This was basically a modern
hospital bed with some modifications. These included the ability
to raise or lower individual sections , an adjustable overhead
frame, and straps at each corner. I used these to tie him
spread-eagled to the bed.

Being tied to a bed in a strange house effects little boys
differently. Some like it a lot. Others, probably a majority, get
scared shitless (one of the reasons I had given Kevin an enema.)
Kevin, who had struck me as somewhat of crybaby, was enraged.
"GODDAMIT LET ME GO! SHIT! SHIT! UNTIE ME YOU FUCKING QUEER!" And
so on and so forth. The little blond angel used language which
shocked even me; but then I'm not really into to kid culture.
Actually I found it rather enjoyable, even a bit reassuring. You
see, I was going to torture him and I've always thought it would
be more fun to torture a tough little kid than a scaredy cat.

I let him spew for a couple of minutes, then stuffed a ball gag
in his mouth. "Listen up, Kevin!" I addressed him in a kindly but
firm tone "There are something you need to get through that thick
little skull of yours. Number one," I held up a finger, "I own
you; I can do whatever I fucking want with you, including young
man, fucking your sweet little ass. Two, since you seem to have
trouble grasping this simple fact, I'm going to torture you till
it sinks in. Three, no one else knows you exist or gives a shit
about you. Fact it kid, I'm all you've got. Four," I reached over
started playing with his nipples, "I also want to do things which
will make you feel real good. Now you may not be comfortable with
this right now; I think that's because people have stuffed some
really dumb ideas into your head. If you promise to keep quiet
I'll take the gag out and we can talk about it." The little blond
head nodded violently (I imagine the gag was pretty
uncomfortable).

"Are you really going to torture me?" he asked quietly.

"Yes." I gave him a hard look. "I don't like be called named,
Kevin. For that little tantrum, you're going to really get it.
But before that we're going to have a little fun."

"You mean we're going to do sex things."

"Smart boy. Tell me Kevin, have you ever done any 'sex things?'

He shook his head. "Once when I was really little my friends and
I took our pants down and showed each other our dicks, but then
one my friend's mom saw this and got really mad."

"So no one has ever touched your body like this," my thumb
caressed his nipples, "or this," I stroked his penis.

He blushed scarlet and nodded tightly.

"And I know no one has put anything up your ass—that's why I
checked it this morning." I took a deep breath and stroked his
cute blond head. "Let me explain what kind of sex things men like
to do with little boys like you. My uncle used to do these thing
to me when I was your age so I know it can be scary and even
hurts at first, but pretty soon it'll be the best fun you've ever
had. Now there two basic types of sex between men and little
boys. The first kind is called 'molesting;' that's when the man
plays with the special parts of the boy's body, his nipples, his
penis and sometimes his balls, till the boy gets a very exciting
feeling in his penis called an orgasm. It feels a little like
taking a piss, but it's much stronger and nicer and shoots
through your whole body. One nice thing about being a little kid
is that you usually can have lots of orgasms right after another.
The other kind of sex is when a man sticks his dick up the boy's
ass. That does hurt at first, but even that will feel good after
you get used it. When a boy wants a man to do it, that's called
fucking. When man forces a boy, it's called rape. So, since
you're not likely to want me to fuck you, after I molest you to a
couple of orgasms, I'm going to rape you. And, since you're such
a pretty little boy, I'm probably going to rape you several
times."

Kevin gave a little sob and shut his eyes tight. I could see his
heart thudding against his skinny ribs. A thin film of sweet
little boy sweat beaded his forehead. Understandably his little
dick had gone flaccid from fear. I rested my hands lightly on his
chest and started slowly stroking him from breast bone to belly
button. When I got to his tummy I reached down and started
fondling his penis and testicles. I stuck my other hand
underneath him and a gave his buttocks a squeeze, the I put one
finger up his anus. Kevin moaned, not entirely from fear, as his
tiny penis was getting hard again. I stopped fondling him and
returned to the massage of his upper body. This time I ran both
hands along his sides, feeling his strong abdominal muscles and
his ribs. When my hands reached his armpits I tickled him till he
was convulsing in giggling hysterics. I waited till he calmed
down a little the put my index fingers on his nipples. Slowly I
twirled my fingers around his nipples till they got hard. I
stroked his right nipple between the thumb and forefinger of my
left and put my lips over his delectable left nipple, kissing,
sucking and licking it. Then my hands and mouth switched places.
The little boy was moaning steadily now, trying to press his tiny
nipples deeper into my fingers and mouth. "Feels good, eh?" I
asked him. He gave a half nod. I kept playing with his nipples
with one hand, reaching down with the other to fondle his balls
and penis. His small body stiffened in fear as I began to
masturbate him. Taking the tip of his penis between my fingers I
started rubbing it, very slowly at first then faster and faster.
Kevin groaned and arched his pelvis up. I stopped rubbing,
letting him fuck my hand for a bit. . Kevin was breathing much
harder now, his small blond head rolling back and forth. I gave
his penis a little squeeze. "Do you know what grown-ups call what
I'm doing?" I asked the quivering boy. "It's call masturbating,
which comes from the old Roman word meaning 'the hand to rape'.
That's what I'm doing to you now, boy; I'm raping you with my
hand."

Kevin was rolling his head back and forth moaning, "No, no, Ohhh
, Noo Ohh! Oh. No, no, no." He was obviously getting turned, but
it was equally obvious that he wasn't entirely liking it.
Contrary to pedophiliac mythology many little boys don't like
having a stranger play with their dicks (WOULD YOU?).

Kevin was crying hard now, even as he was clearly getting near
his first orgasm. His arms and legs were jerking against the
straps, his face and neck were flushed red, and he was panting
like the proverable bitch in heat.

I slowed my pace a bit, letting his tiny penis buck against my
hand. Kevin realized what he was doing and tried to stop himself.
I stroked his penis between my fingers to keep him going.

"STOPP!! PLEASE STOPP!" he begged and begged. Relentlessly I kept
masturbating the small boy till suddenly he arched up on his
shoulders and heels, slender muscles standing out like cords all
over his hairless body, small hard penis throbbing like a
demented trip hammer in my hand.

"AHHHHAAHHHHAAHHH!" Kevin shrieked as his first ever (as far as I
knew) orgasm swept through his 8 year old frame. "AHH, AHH, AH .
. .Ah . .Ah . . .ah." He collapsed back on the bed like a
deflated balloon, sweat slick on his face and chest, his small
penis still partially erect, gasping as though he had just run
four miles.

Waiting for him to catch his breath I jiggled his scrotum and
fondled his penis which quickly got nice and stiff again. "Well,
Kevin, that was quite a nice first orgasm. Would you like another
one?"

The response was not entirely expected, but not all that unusual
"NO!" he sobbed, "STOP TOUCHING ME LIKE THAT! PLEASE LET ME
GOOOO!" Now, there were two probable causes of Kevin's distress.
First, the good Doctor Kinsey, in some cases a kid's dick gets
hypersensitive during orgasm so it actually hurts a lot. But that
normally doesn't stop them wanting another one. And whatever
Kevin was feeling during his orgasm, I doubted very much that it
was pain (trust me, I can tell.) Most likely, though, the
experience was so overwhelming that it scared the bejesus out of
him. Most men and boys have so many orgasms in their lives that
they tend to forget what a soul shattering event their first one
could be. In either case the cure was fairly evident.

"Oh, does Kevin's little pee-pee hurt?" I tweaked his nipples,
"Daddy will kiss it to make it feel all better." I kissed the
tiny tip, than ran my tongue up and down the small stiff shaft. I
licked his grape sized balls and reached it to play with his
nipples. Kevin's sobs and protests quickly turned to loud moans
of sexual excitement as his little rod throbbed and thrust in my
caressing mouth. I would stop every couple of minutes to give his
little nipples a kiss (they were so delightfully hard and
pointy), because I wanted to make Kevin's second orgasm even more
spectacular than his first. Boy was it ever. When I finally
sucked him to his second dry orgasm I was rewarded with one of
the most spectacular displays of little boy sex I had ever seen.
Kevin went up on his shoulders and heels, driving his penis deep
into my mouth; if he had been a bit older he would deep throated
me. His legs kicked out and his torso jerked forward. His small
mouth opened and closed like a dying fish's as a steady stream of
little boy sex groans escaped from it. His penis was jerking
wildly in my mouth, Finally he shrieked and collapsed.

"So, does it make it better," I asked, jiggling his now soft
little penis between my fingers. Kevin's answer was a stream of
obscenities. "Oh that's just my luck," I swore to myself, "I got
a homophobic street kid." I got up and went to my toy chest, the
words "fag, pervert, queer, cock sucking bastard, etc., etc.,
bouncing off the walls. I took out a short whip and a couple of
my favorite "persuaders."

The little shit shut up real quick when he saw me standing over
him, whip dangling from my right hand. "Please don't whip me," he
whimpered, "I'm sorr-AIEE!"

I brought the whip smartly against his left nipple. "WHAP! WHAP!"
Twice more on the same nipple. Then I gave him three lashes
across the other nipple." "WHAP! WHAP!" Two quick strokes across
the top of his chest, followed by two more across his lower ribs.
Kevin did not take to pain well at all. He was howling and
shrieking like a cage full of panicked monkeys.

"Stop bawling you little shit," I grabbed his short blond hair
and dragged his head up. "I mean it Kevin, stop bawling right now
or the next thing I whip will be your balls and penis!" The kid's
eyes jerked wide open at that. With a visible effort he clamped
his jaws shut.

"Ah, I see I finally got through," I snapped the whip over his
face. "Listen real good you stupid little turd, 'cause I'm not
going to repeat myself. Numero Uno, I OWN YOU, YOU LITTLE SHIT,
and I can do what I fucking what with you. Numero Duo; there are
two things I really like to do to little boys: I like to molest
them and have sex with them and I like to torture them. Frankly,
I'd much rather watch a pretty little boy yelling and spasming
from having lots of orgasms than from being tortured, but if kid
doesn't like being pleasured, than it's his tough shit."

"You can molest me if you want to Mist-AIEEEE" I whipped Kevin
hard across the top of his thighs, deliberately missing his groin
by bare inches. "Too late, my friend," I lashed his thighs again.
"You are now going to get a very brief and very mild taste of
torture. I whipped his thighs again. "Which by the way, nothing
compared to what you're going to get later."

I went to the end of the bed and gave Kevin two solid whacks
across the soles. Unlike some I don't find a boy's feet
particularly erotic, but they're great places to give him extreme
pain. Methodically I whipped Kevin from shins to nipples,
avoiding only his genitals. I had something different in mind for
them. Kevin's creamy skin was criss-crossed with angry red welts,
but no blood; I hadn't actually hit him that hard. Not that he
would have noticed. When I finished whipping him I gave his penis
and balls a quick fondle with the whip. His reaction was as you
might have expected.

"Are you quite doe howling?" I asked when he ran out of breath
from screaming in terror. "No, Kevin, I'm not going to whip your
penis and balls," at least not , I added to myself. "Instead I'm
going to use this." I took small object about the size and shape
of a spark plug out of my pocked and applied it to the end of
Kevin's penis.

"YIEEEEEEEEEAIEEEEEEE! AIEEEEEEEEEEEE!" Ignoring the boy's
shrieks of agony I pressed it again and again to his penis and
testicles. Then I brought it up to his face. "In case you're
wondering:

A. 'How come it don't hurt any more?' B. 'Why don't I smell my
dick burning?' C. 'Do I still have a dick?'

The answers are all in this neat little device. This is an
advanced version of a crowd control devise the Marines deployed
years ago. Then it was mounted on a truck and projected focused
microwave rays on a crowd. The rays would heat the surface of the
skin till it got unbearable, but wouldn't actually do any harm.
Being a lot smaller, this one has to be pressed directly on to
bare skin to work. Once it's taken off the skin, the pain stops
in a few seconds, since it doesn't actually burn. So I can
torture you with it till the cows come home—excuse me – till the
battery runs down and not leave one mark on your beautiful little
body. Isn't that great?"

Kevin did not agree as I pressed the micro-burner to his right
nipple. I tortured that nipple for several seconds before I
repeated the procedure on his left nipple. Slowly I moved the
micro burner up and down Kevin's heaving chest. Getting a bit
bored with that I planted it firmly in his cute little belly
button. Kevin bucked and howled, snot pouring out of his nose. I
tapped a little circle of pseudo burns all around his flat little
tummy ending just above his pubic arch. From there it
methodically marched down to the base of Kevin's penis. It took a
brief detour around his smooth little scrotum before once again
sending pulse after pulse of intense, but essentially harmless,
microwave radiation into the tiny, but oh so beautiful, little
dick. Kevin was screaming so loud, I had to gag him. I stung his
left leg with the burner from thigh to calve, then turned to his
feet. I held the burner to the soles of each foot and played
"This little piggy" with it on each of his toes. Then I brought
the burner slowly up his right leg. When I reached his pelvis, I
took a left turn to give his penis and testicles another
treatment. Next came some more jabs to his stomach and his lower
ribs. Before doing his nipples again I moved the burner up and
down his sides, paying particular attention to his little
armpits, an area of his body which I so far neglected.

By this the micro burner's power indicator was showing just a
quarter charge. I decided to run it out completely. So I held it
to Kevin's right nipple and slowly counted to ten. Then I took it
off, counted to ten once more, then held it to his left nipple
for ten seconds. I tortured the eight-year-old's nipples with the
burner till the power indicator started flashing its two minute
warning. Where make best use of the remaining time? You guessed
it. When I finally took the burner off Kevin's penis not only was
it knocked out, but so was he. Indeed, I was somewhat surprised
that he had last so long without fainting. Tough little kid. I
took a look at my watch. I had been torturing him for well over
an hour and it was long past my lunch time. Not wanting him to
feel lonesome I decided to introduce him to a new friend—a
updated version of my dear departed uncle's electric shock
machine.

My unit included a highly sophisticated set of biosensors, which
allowed it to automatically adjust the intensity of the shocks to
insure maximum pain with minimum risk. An additional refinement
was the shape of the electrodes. They were specially made based
on the design of an English ped. The ones I attached to Kevin's
nipples were ring shaped, lined with tiny wires. A somewhat
larger ring went around his penis, while a small u shaped cup
went over his testicles. A small umbrella shaped rod was inserted
in his anus. Two conventional alligator clips on his toes and a
disk shaped electrode tapped over his belly button completed the
network.

"Here's the deal, Kevin," I explained holding up the shock
machine's remote console. "This controls the level of intensity
which runs from 1, which actually feels pretty good, to 100 which
is about as bad a pain as anyone can stand. We'll start you at 25
then the machine will raise the level till it reaches the highest
level of pain you can stand. It will keep you there till I come
back from lunch. Then we can have a little talk about what we do
next. O.K.?" I switched the machine on and watched Kevin's
slender little body jerk up from the bed as the machine fed
current to each of the electrodes.

"YIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! YIEEEEEEEE! YIEEEEEE!" Kevin's
shrieks got shorter and shorter as the shocks drove the breath
out his lungs. The intensity level quickly rose, first to 35,
then to 40, then to 55, then to 60. It stayed there for a while
as the machine started giving the boy random jolts. First to his
stomach, then his toes. A few seconds of current went up his ass
to his little prostate, followed by several stinging jolts to his
penis and testicles. The shocker tortured his nipples next before
raising the level again. It gave the the naked little boy a
minute of full body shocks at the 70 level then spent the next
five minutes sending random bolts to his nipples, penis,
testicles, toes, tummy and anus. Shortly after starting the next
level, 80, Kevin's eyes rolled back in head and he went
completely limp. The machine automatically cut off and would wait
till he came out of his faint before starting to torture him
again. This could be as long as an hour, so I went up to my room
and got lunch. I switched on the rec room monitor and was pleased
to see Kevin writhing in agony. It was almost as good as seeing
him having an orgasm.

When I came back from lunch, Kevin was barely conscious and was
could only whimper weakly while the current zapped him. He also
stank to high heaven from fear sweat and from the little boy piss
which had soaked the bed. I called my housekeeper and told him to
change bed. I untied Kevin and carried him over to the jacuzzi. I
stripped and got in with him, holding and cuddling him till he
was somewhat revived. I sat him down on the bed and knelt in
front of him.

"What happens next, Kevin, is entirely up to you." I took his
small penis between my fingers. "What do you want me to do? Would
you like me to torture you some more?" I gave his nuts a good
squeeze, "Or would you prefer that I molested you and gave you
some more orgasms?"

Kevin's answer came in a nanosecond. "Please make me feel good,
please give me more orgasms, please don't hurt me anymore!" "You
want me to molest you. Say it!" I cupped his balls and penis and
looked him hard in the eye.

"Please molest me, sir," he whimpered, "Please molest me some
more."

I nodded. "All right, only this time it's going to be a little
rougher, boy. I am going to give you some more orgasms, but after
that I am going to rape you. This is going to hurt quite a bit at
first, but that won't last too long. Understand?' Kevin nodded
numbly. "Lie down on your back and spread your arms and legs wide
apart; I want to tie you up again." Obediently Kevin spread
eagled himself. As I secured him he gave a little moan. I glanced
down and saw his penis standing stiff as a spear. "Do you like
being tied up?" I asked The little boy shrugged. "I dunno. It's
sort of scary, but it give me a funny feeling too. I guess just
being tied up is sort of sexy."

"That it is." I gave his nipples a little tweak. "We can play all
sorts of tie games. Like this one." I took his rock hard penis
between my fingers and started masturbating him. Kevin moaned and
threw his head back. This time though I was going to make the
little kid work for his orgasms. I stopped masturbating him for
second, feeling his tiny penis throb against my fingers. I
stroked it a few more times as Kevin writhed and bucked his dick
into my hand. Then I stopped and counted to one hundred while the
little boy begged me to keep molesting him. After a decent
interval I started again. This time my fingers played swiftly
over the rock hard little spear, stroking the shaft, massaging
the tiny crown, flicking it back and forth. "AHHHAHHH! AHHHHH!!"
Kevin was soaking in sweat now, thin boyish muscles standing out
like little cords in his neck and torso. He was close, oh so
close to his very first orgasm. He was at the brink about to
soar. When I stopped again. Kevin's small fists and feet hammered
against the bed as he screamed, "DO IT! DO IT! DO IT!"

"Do what, Kevin?" I asked softly. "Play with your penis? Molest
you?"

"YES! YES!" the frantic 8-year-old yelled, "MOLEST ME! PLEASE!"
So once more I fondled his tiny penis and testicles till again he
was at the point of orgasm when I called a halt once more and
slowly counted to 100 (this time out loud, to add further to
Kevin's torment) before masturbating him again to just the brink
of his very first orgasm. I spent a few minutes pinching and
rubbing his nipples as he writhed in a vain effort to climax. I
waited till his penis got a bit less rigid before fondling it
once more to the point of orgasm when again I stopped. The way
Kevin writhed and twisted I could have tortured him like this all
day long. As it was I had tortured him to the point of orgasm ten
or eleven times (I lost count), before I finally relented. I
swiftly stroked his penis till his whole body was jerking and
twisting, then I simply held on to his penis, letting him fuck my
hand.

"OHAAHHHHHHHHH!" Kevin shrieked, his flat stomach ridged with
little boy muscles thrusting up from the bed, his legs and arms
yanking hard against the restraints. "AHHAHHHH! AHHHHHH!
AHHHHHHH!" His upper body arched up from the bed and his feet
kicked out as far as the straps allowed. I released his throbbing
penis and just watched it pulse, once, twice, a dozen times as
Kevin's little boy orgasm swept over him.

"Liked it, eh?" Kevin was too dazed to respond. "Like another
one?" No response, but no matter. This time I used my mouth. I
gave his forehead a chaste daddy kiss, then forced my tongue into
his gasping mouth. As I French kissed him I tweaked his nipples,
then reached down to fondle his penis which, not too
surprisingly, was still hard as tungsten, despite his massive dry
orgasm. Little boys do have that gift. I started licking the
sweat from his face, then moved my tongue slowly over his neck
and chest. "HEEE! HEEE HEEE! THAT TICKLES!" my little slave
giggled hysterically. Soft groans replaced the giggles as my
tongue reached his nipples. When Kevin started quivering and
gasping I shifted down to his stomach, naturally paying
particular attention to his belly button. Naturally this threw
him in fits of giggling protests. "STOP THAT! HEEE! HEEE! STOP
THAT PLEASE!" I reached up and massaged his nipples while
continuing the tickle torture of his belly button for about a
minute. I took my head off his stomach and looked down at at his
penis. The little spike was throbbing. I gave it a little kiss.
Kevin's small body jerked as though he had just got an electric
shock (something he would be getting for real quite soon). I took
his penis into my mouth, sucked it, then released it and licked
his tiny balls. I sucked and kissed his penis and tongued his
balls till Kevin was screaming at the edge of orgasm. Which I
denied him. My lips and tongue tortured Kevin for a good ten
minutes. By that time his movements were so violent that I untied
him to keep him from hurting himself (hurting him was my job)..
This time his penis softened, flopping against his tight hairless
balls. I took it between my fingers and slowly masturbated him.
It took less than dozen strokes for Kevin's penis to stiffen.
This time I didn't stop. Within three minutes I had masturbated
Kevin to his fourth orgasm. Five minutes later I had sucked him
to his fifth orgasm, and six minutes after that he had been
masturbated to his sixth orgasm. After raping his penis to two
more orgasms with my hands and mouth I decided to try something
different.

I got out one of my special toys, a vibrator especially designed
to use on little boys. It was constructed from a flexible self
lubricating material with dual heads. The first was a thin cone
shaped rod, the type that could easily fit a small anus or
vagina. The other was a small glove like transparent membrane
designed to fit over a boy's penis. It also came with a long Y
shaped attachment, that ended in two small transparent disks . It
came with both built in and remote controls. But its most
important feature was a very sophisticated microprocessor and
sensor suite.

I leaned over and attached the disks to Kevin's nipples.

"Is this gonna hurt?" he asked.

"Not at all," I reassured him, switching the vibrator on its
lowest setting.

"OGOSHH!" Kevin threw his head back and his chest started flexing
up and down.

"OH SHIT THAT FEELS SOO GOOD! DO IT MORE."

"I thought you'd like this." I showed him the glove shaped end. "
Would you like me to put this on your penis?" "GAWDD! OH AHHH
OHHAHH, PUT IT ON MY DICK! PUT IT ON MY DICK!

"That's the spirit," I gave him an encouraging slap on his
shoulder and followed his directive. I adjusted the disk so it
fitted completely over his small penis securing it with a bit of
surgical tape, I extended the other end till it was long enough
to be inserted into his anus. I put my hand underneath Kevin and
lifted his cute little ass up, then carefully pushed the cone end
up his ass. This did hurt, so I switched the disk vibrator on
slow to sooth him while I hunted for his tiny prostate.
Eventually we made contact and Kevin shot his hands to his dick
which was trying to break through the disk, I pulled his hand
away and retied them to the bed, leaving his feet free. I pulled
out the remote control and set the vibrator speed to medium, and
watched it bring Kevin to yet another orgasm.

Then a wicked thought entered my mind (I'm a sadist, remember?)
The vibrator's microprocessor automatically recorded the precise
changes in that occurred in Kevin's body just as he reached
orgasm. It could therefore be adjusted to stop just before orgasm
was reached. I think you can see where I'm heading. I made the
necessary adjustments then watched as Kevin shrieked and thrashed
in torment as the vibrator took him to the brink of orgasm at
least twenty times during the next ten minutes. "Well, Kevin," I
sat down next to him, "would you really like to have some more
orgasms?"

Kevin's look was exceedingly eloquent. What the fuck kind of
stupid question is that, it said. "Too bad," I pinched and
twisted his tiny nipples making him squeal in pain, "because
you're not going to get any more orgasms till you say the magic
words: 'Fuck me.' But before you even get to do that I'm going to
teach you exactly what that means. Do you understand?" Kevin gave
me a pleading look. "You're going to rape me."

"Got that in one, my boy. I'm going to rape that sweet little ass
of yours six ways to Sunday."

I removed the vibrator and untied Kevin's hands. He tried to
reach for his penis, but I flipped him over on his stomach and
yanked him up into the knee chest position. I then retied his
legs and arms to the bed. I lowered the bed till it rested on the
floor, stripped off my clothes and got on behind him. Gripping
his little hips tightly I lined up my 6 inch cock (small but
efficient) with his tiny opening and rammed it home.

Kevin shrieked, perhaps more out of panic than pain, and bucked
backwards in an understandable attempt to expel the intruder.
That simply helped drive my extremely hard penis deeper up his
ass.

"OWWWWWW!" Kevin screamed. "IT HURTS! IT HURTS! TAKE IT OUUTTT!
AIEEEEEY!" I got my entire cock in. took it out than rammed it
back up his anus. "YIEEEE OWIEEE! STOP PLEASE IT HURTS BADDD!"
Again and again my spear went in and out of the eight year-old's
love hole. I've been fucking little boys since I've been 12, but
Kevin was one of the best fucks I ever had. His jerking struggles
helped massage my cock pressing into his ultra tight 8 year old
ass. As you may well imagine I had been pretty excited most of
the day, so I shot my load after just five minutes into Kevin. My
first load. Did I mention that while, naturally, I'm not as
capable of repeated orgasms as an 8-year-old, at 24 I'm still
able to do it quite a few times in an afternoon. After my first
cum, I lay on top of Kevin for a few minutes. He was bawling his
eyes out, crying for his long lost mummy. I got up and picked up
a rag to wipe some of the blood away from the boy's ass. As I did
this I reached under him to fondle his penis. Not too long, just
to make him hard again to remind him of the good feelings I could
also give him. But that would come later. As I masturbated him to
his three inch erection my dick started getting hard again.
Without further ado I plunged back into him. This time the rape
took ten minutes to complete, with Kevin shrieking in agony
during every second. My orgasm was so intense that it took me
twenty minutes to recover. When I raped him the third time, I did
it slower, fondling his penis and stroking his nipples while I
did it. I didn't let Kevin reach an orgasm, but did this just to
make the hurt a little less.

But not by much. Kevin's little face was a brilliant scarlet as
he sobbed and sobbed. How well did I know that feeling! I waited
till he had cried himself up then flipped him over on his back
and retied him spread-eagled to the bed. I reattached the disk
vibrators to his nipples, fitted the little glove over his penis
and inserted the probe into his very sore little anus. Kevin
wasn't very happy about this:

"OWWWW! TAKE IT OUT! TAKE IT OUUTTT !" His screams took on a
slightly different tenor after I switched the vibrators back on.
"OHHHH," he gasped, squeezing his eyes shut, "AHHHOH."

"Feeling better now?" I adjusted the device's controls to the
optimal setting. "OK, Kevin, here's the deal: my little friend
here is going to get you excited till you're just about to reach
an orgasm, when it will switch off. It will keep doing this till
you say the magic words. Do you remember them?"

Kevin gave a big sigh. "Fuck me?" he whispered.

"Very good, Kevin," I patted him on the head and turned the
vibrator back on. "Now, I'm afraid I've got business to attend
to. I'll be back in about an hour to see how you're doing."

Kevin was screaming "NO! NO! NO!" as I left the room. You know,
when you get down to it, denying something to someone can be a
much more effective method of torture than simply inflicting
pain. From time to time I took a break from my work to watch
Kevin's sexual torture. Well to be honest from time to time I
took a break from watching Kevin to do a little work. It was a
quite a site. His short blond hair was plastered against his head
and his whole bare body was shining with sweat. His little
nipples were clearly visible pressing hard against the
transparent membrane of the nipple vibrator. His skinny ribs were
pumping up and down, while his arms and legs strained against his
bonds. Every so often his hips would rise off the bed with his
little penis dancing wildly in the near approach of orgasm. After
a moment or two he would fall back shrieking in angry
frustration. In the first ten minutes Kevin was brought to the
point of orgasm twenty five times. The pace had to be slowed
down—even sexy eight year olds have their limits—so he was only
tortured to the edge of orgasm fifteen times in the next twenty
minutes. By the time I got back downstairs Kevin had been
stimulated almost to orgasm nearly 100 times.

So it will come to no surprise that the innocent child's first
words when he saw me were "FUCK ME! FUCK ME! GAWDAMMIT FUCKKK
MEEEEEE! FUCK MEEEE!" I took my clothes off, untied him and got
on the bed. Kevin immediately started masturbating. I pulled his
hands off his penis and had him sit on my legs facing toward me.
I wanted to see his face I want you to squat down on my dick and
push your rear on to it. You can play with your penis like this,"
I stroked it a couple of times, "while you're doing it. O.K.?"
Kevin bit his lip and nodded. He gingerly lowered his small but
down on me, grimacing in pain as the thick head of my cock once
more penetrated his little rosebud. "That's it Kevin, you're
doing great," I gave his nipples an encouraging tweak. "Remember,
play with your penis, it will make the hurt go away." Kevin need
no second reminder to masturbate as he got more and more of my
dick up his sweet little ass. But we got me all inside him his
hands flew into the air and he started screaming. Not in pain! A
few seconds after my dick made contact with his little boy
prostate Kevin was having an orgasm. Not at all unexpected given
his long denial. What did startle me at least a little was that
almost every time I thrust into him Kevin had another orgasm. His
wild spasms were driving me crazy and I came much quicker than I
wanted; say after just five minutes. By the time I spurted my
load into him Kevin must had at least a dozen orgasms. And not
little ones. Great big screaming at the top of his lungs, arms
and legs flying everywhere orgasms.

"DO IT MORE! DO IT MORE! FUCK ME MOREEE!"

"I'll do my best," I gasped. I managed to come in his rear about
five more times. For each of my orgasms Kevin probably had at
least ten. At last I couldn't take it anymore and lifted him off
me. Kevin was worn out too and conked right out next to me. I
took him in my arms and we cuddled together dreaming of our next
adventures.