Hurting Ben (Mb,nepi,toddler,oral,anal,cum,extreme,kidnap,rape,abuse,torture)

by Sid Phillips (sid.phillips@yandex.com)
 


AUTHOR'S NOTE: While narrated in the first person, this is a work of pure 
               fiction and contains no reference to actual events. I wrote 
               this as an outlet for my own sexual desires, not to motivate 
               others to act them out. That said, this is one fucked up story. 
               The codes above are no exaggeration: this story contains 
               serious and detailed descriptions of torture. You probably 
               won't enjoy it. But, if you do, I hope it motivates you to 
               share similar stories of your own. Thanks for reading.
 


STORY INTRO:   A young man with long-held fantasies of torturing a toddler 
               finally kidnaps 1-year-old Ben and tortures him ruthlessly 
               over a period of several days.
 


I was 15 when I first realized that I was attracted to younger boys — as young 
as 10! I liked looking at them, being near them, innocently brushing against 
them. There was a simple sexual desire in me, for teen and pre-teen boys.
 
As the years went by, however, I gradually developed an interest in much 
younger boys, toddlers even. Boys who could neither walk nor speak. And this 
interest was different from my interest in older boys. It wasn't a sexual 
desire to hold, kiss, suck,  or fuck them, but an angrier need for violence: 
to slap, punch, rape, and choke them. I found myself wanting to cause harm to 
babies - wanting to give them something to really cry about. 

Whenever I saw a baby boy, I would invariably imagine all the ways that I could 
hurt him - feeling my cock grow hard with a hateful lust while everyone around 
me cooed at the stupid little fuck toy instead.
 
I know this isn't normal, that 
it would terrify any mother to know what is going through my mind as I smile 
benevolently down at her sweet little angel. But there is nothing that I can do 
to change the way I feel. And frankly, I like the way I feel. Nothing else gets 
me as hard as the fantasy of wrapping my hands around a tiny little throat and 
squeezing just hard enough to shut it up while I fuck it's ass apart - making 
sure to give it just enough air that it can't escape the pain I'm causing.

Why am I explaining this to you? You're reading this, you understand what I'm 
talking about already.

Enough about me. Let's talk about Ben.
 
He was about a year old when I met him: 
that blissful age when they just start to develop fear and you don't even have 
to touch them to make them cry. Of course, I still prefer physical abuse, but I 
never get tired of a boy's tears.
 
Where did we meet? Well, when I was 25, I started to become rather disenchanted 
with my near-Catholic denial of pleasure. I was no saint and I was tired of 
ignoring the hedonistic voice in my head. So I concoted a plan to kidnap a baby 
boy. I'll spare you the specifics, but suffice to say that I kidnapped a one year 
old boy named Ben, and I brought him to the proverbial cabin-in-the-woods - 
completely secluded and safe from prying eyes (or ears).

- - - - -  

He was a perfect bundle of opportunities to cause pain, and I spent our first 
few minutes alone together getting to know him. I removed all of his clothes 
immediately (there was no need to tease myself), and examined his naked body - 
considering the most enjoyable way to hurt him.
 
I was surprised that he wasn't 
crying on principle. Here he was, stolen from his home, butt naked, with a 
stranger standing over him, and he just looked up at me curiously with those 
bright green eyes.
 
My first thought was to flick my fingers in his eyes, maybe hold his eyelids 
open and spit in them. I was getting even harder just thinking about it. But I 
wanted to start slow: to cause the minimum amount of pain that would get a 
response, and gradually work my way up to agony-inducing torture.

Then it came to me. I gently took hold of his wrist, barely applying any pressure 
at all, and started to twist his arm - slowly...so that I could see the exact 
tiny twist that finally did it. 

I didn't have to wait long. I had barely turned his arm at all when he screwed 
up his little face and, a moment later, seemed to decide to have a cry. 

I kept twisting. I couldn't stop myself. 

After ten more seconds, something about his crying changed. He became a little 
more desperate, and I let go.
 
He continued to cry for nearly half an hour. 

The desire to just start pounding him in the face with my fists was nearly 
unbearable. But I waited. Because there was something about that transition from 
not-crying to crying that had lit a new fire in me. 

While he cried himself hoarse for those thirty minutes, I just stood staring at 
him, my cock trying to break free from my pants the entire time.
 
I frowned as 
he gradually settled himself down, still red-eyed and tear-stained. He wasn't 
nearly as sexy when he wasn't crying. 

How would I make him cry again?

Screw it, I thought, before promptly sticking my fingers in his eyes. I didn't 
want to blind him, mind you, I wanted him to be able to see his abuser. So I 
didn't apply any pressure. But dry fingers rubbing against your eyeballs ins't 
exactly pleasurable. And, as expected, he started to cry much more loudly than 
before - jerking his head left and right, trying to escape the pain. 

I pressed my hand against his face - bracing my thumb against his chin - 
holding his head still. 

With the same hand, I used my fingers to pry open one of his eyes, the other 
still screwed up tight.
 
For a second I stared into his unblinking eye as he 
squirmed and screamed. 

Then, with my other hand, I gently rubbed my fingertip across his eyeball 
several times, before swiping in a circle under his eyelid. It was probably 
the most intense pain he had ever experienced (despite not being very painful), 
and was definitely the most intense pleasure that I ever had. 

His eye was totally red and I found myself wanting to repeat the treatment with 
his other eye. 

So I pressed my free hand against the other side of his face, and used all of 
my fingers to explore his eyeballs.
 
He screamed even more loudly. 

"I'm sorry Ben," I said quietly into his ear. "Does that hurt?" 

With one hand, I pinched an eyelid between my fingers and started tugging on it - 
releasing still more forceful screams from my baby boy. With my fingers torturing 
his eyes, I held my mouth against his, hungry for his pain, wanting to breathe in 
the screams. 

My tongue pushed it's way into his mouth - reaching for the back of his throat. 

He began to gag against my tongue, which I pressed further in. He was screaming 
and spluttering into my mouth, completely silenced, unable to move even an inch - 
unable to force my tongue out of him.

It was the most amazing experience of my life, and I knew it was only going to 
get better. 

I pried open his eyelids again, withdrew from his mouth, and spat fully into each 
of his eyes before letting him go. 

Ben continued to wriggle around - trying to get the foreign substance out of his 
eyes. 

I laid down beside him, hoping to spend another relaxing half-hour listening to 
his pain. 

"If you think this is painful," I said, "just wait until I really get going."

- - - - - 

I opened my eyes and realized that I had fallen asleep. According to the clock 
on the wall, more than an hour had passed. And, surprisingly, my little victim 
hadm anaged to fall asleep, as well. My cock twitched to life at the thought of 
waking him up to some new torture. At last, I decided that it was time to give 
myself some relief. So I quietly got off the bed and removed my clothes, careful 
not to wake Ben too soon.
 
Looking at him, it was impossible to tell that I had 
been torturing him. Of course, I don't have any interest in permanently damaging 
him. I could chop an ear off, but if he's deformed or dead, I would have no 
further interest in him, and would have to find a replacement. Which would be 
too much of a hassle. The most I was willing to do was bruise him. Though, to be 
honest, I found him sexy and didn't want to ruin that by turning his whole body 
purple. There are plenty of ways to torture a baby without damaging it. You'll 
see.

I took a second to decide how best to get off: mouth or ass? I had plans for his 
ass and I was desperate to cum, so I opted for his mouth. 

Climbing back onto the bed, I positioned myself so that his head was between my 
thighs. I then opened his mouth with a hand, guiding my cock inside with the 
other.

The problem with oral sex is: it's not very painful. Now, I'm not a baby. I 
won't pretend to know how much pain an adult cock stretching their lips and 
throat causes, but I'm guessing that my treatment of his eyes had caused him far 
more pain than swallowing my cock ever would. So if I wanted to get off on force 
feeding him my cock, I couldn't gently slide in and out of his mouth. I know he 
would cry even if it didn't hurt, but tears aren't really the point: pain is. If 
something doesn't cause a baby pain, however, the next best thing is distress.
 
I forced my cock in all the way. 

His eyes popped wide open. I felt his throat muscles moving to expel me. 

I pulled out and a wave of puke followed my cock.
 
I repeated this over and over again. 

He was soon coated in baby puke. His throat quickly stopped producing puke and 
instead only produced wet spluttering sounds. I briefly considered scooping up 
soon of his puke and pouring it into his eyes, but figured it would add little to 
his discomfort at this point and might damage his vision.
 
With the incentive to pull out gone, on the next thrust I kept my cock held in 
place, embedded deep in his throat. 

I looked down at his lips stretched wide around me and grinned. I waited patiently 
for him to run out of air, pinching his nose for good measure. Even when you've 
fucked all the puke out of them, there are other ways to cause severe distress. 

He was staring directly into my eyes as his face started to change color, from the 
bright red of his regular distress to a deeper, blue-tinged red of strangulation.

"What's wrong, Ben?" I said, feeling more sadistic than ever before. "You don't 
like not being able to breathe?"

In that moment, I truly wanted to kill him with my cock. There was something so 
erotic about the idea of literally choking a baby to death with my throbbing hard 
cock and shooting my cum down his throat as he died. But, as I said, replacing 
him would have been too much work.
 
I slowly, slowly witdhrew my cock from his 
throat, pausing for one more prolonged second at the entrance to his throat, 
keeping him breathless just a little longer.

Then I was fully out and he took in a huge breath and just as he was about to cry. 

I shoved back in harder than ever.
 
And that cruel act was more than I could 
handle. 

I felt myself approaching the edge. I didn't want to waste my cum in his throat.
How would that cause him any more distress? 

I pulled out instead and pointed my cock at his eyes, jerking furiously while 
Ben — rather furiously himself — continued screaming.

"I'm going to shoot my cum into those beautiful green eyes of yours baby." I said 
in a mock-soothing voice. "If you think my spit was painful, you're going to love 
having my cum in there."
 
As I got closer to orgasm, my hunger for violence intensified. 

I slapped him across the face. 

I Fantasized about punching him bloody, but held myself back - though my free 
hand clenched compulsively into a fist. Which I punched (relatively) softly into 
his chest. Hey, I never claimed to be a saint.

With this final act of cruelty, my cock started convulsing, shooting a fountain of 
cum all over his face. He actually stopped crying for a second, looking surprised, 
before resolving into a more light-hearted fit. Remarkable, after what I had put 
him through. 

As I came down from my high, I felt a swelling of affection for my baby boy. I 
didn't pick an ugly one, after all. But I knew it would fade, so I got on with the 
torture that I knew I would soon be craving.
 
With my slightly deflated cock, I pushed the cum around his face - directing it 
toward his eyes. 

He promptly began screaming his head off the moment that my cum made contact with 
his eyeballs, rekindling my desire and bringing my cock back to attention.

Though my cock was ready for more, I was exhausted. So I settled in to sleep with 
Ben's wailing as a perverted lullaby.
 
- - - - -

I was awakened much later to his soft crying next to me. I sat up and looked down 
at his scrunched-up face - noticing the slight bruising that my slap and punches 
had caused. It diminished his attractiveness slightly, so I made a mental note to 
target his legs the next time I was in the mood to use him as a punching bag. 
Which, looking down at him, I suddenly was. 

It appeared that he had pissed himself in his sleep, and had felt the need to alert 
his torturer to this fact.
 
Unfortunate choice on his part. He had interrupted my 
sleep and spoiled the blankets, so of course he had to be punished. I dragged him 
unceremoniously onto my lap, face-down, staring at his plump little ass. 

You can guess what I did next...
 
I wasted no time (of course) as punishment needs to be delivered swiftly after the 
crime. 

Okay, I'm not a complete lunatic. I know he couldn't actually have stopped himself 
from wetting the bed, even if he had known that it would make me want to punch him. 
But it wasn't a turn-off to think about it like that, and I was going to beat the 
shit out of him either way.
 
I wanted his ass to stay milky white for when I entered 
him later, so I confined my punches to his legs. It lost a certain erotic quality 
that punching him in the ass possessed, but sacrifices must be made.

My process was simple: brace a leg in one hand, then slowly work my way down the 
leg, punching as hard as I dared. I wish I could have unleashed all my strength on 
him, but I didn't want to shatter his bones. It was hard to restrain him during the 
process, but I managed. I grabbed the other leg, then worked my fist up it to his 
thigh, punching for every half-inch or so.
 
I figured that was enough punishment for 
the moment, so I forced him to use my dick head as a pacifier while I settled in to 
watch the bruises appear on the backs of his legs. As I waited, I could feel his 
drool sliding down my cock and pooling in my pubic hair.
 
I confess. Drool is one of the few things about babies that turn me on without 
requiring violence or torture. There is something deeply erotic about the string of 
saliva that connects a baby's mouth to whatever he's had in it. If Ben could produce 
enough for me to swim in, I would have set him to it by now. In reality, my use of 
him was a little more practical.
 
I stood him up in my lap and pressed our mouths 
together, kissing him as though we were both passionate adults. 

I sucked on his baby tongue, tasting his sweet drool. 

I pulled away from him, anticipating the cries, but reveling instead in the stream 
of baby drool that still connected our lips. 

I went back in for more, trying to suck the drool out of his mouth.
 
By now you must know me: I can't go too long without inflicting pain, no matter 
how much I was enjoying his drool. 

I trapped his tongue between my teeth, then bit down hard. 

A flood of drool entered my mouth. 

I swallowed it and bit down again, savoring the fresh wave of his spit. 

I groaned despite myself, as he actually seemed to be trying to pull away from me. 

I forced our heads together, smashing his much smaller nose against mine. He was 
in agony that he didn't have the capacity to express, with his tongue held hostage 
in my teeth.

I started slapping the backs of his legs with one hand, high on the pain I knew I 
was causing him. 

I slid a finger between our lips, extracting some drool to spread on his eyes. 

Frantic to hurt him, I released his tongue and bit down on his lips instead - 
holding them together against the force of his jaw which was desperately trying 
to open wide for a scream. 

I was in heaven! 

I was doing whatever I could think of to torture this battered sex slave.

Out of ideas, I actually started flicking his ears with my fingers. 

Unsatisfied, I grabbed them both instead and twisted them hard - almost hard 
enough to tear them off his head.
 
I had long since lost the capacity to imagine 
how much pain he was in, so I released his lips and allowed him to scream full 
in my face. 

He was clearly not enjoying himself as much as I was. Content with his agony for 
the moment, I sat him down in my lap and started to jerk off with his screams 
echoing in my ears.

"You know," I said thoughtfully, "it's a good thing that it's so easy to make you 
cry. If it weren't, I would have to really hurt you to get any satisfaction."
 
I shot my cum all over his chest and stomach this time, before pulling him on top 
of me and lying down again. He was crying so forcefully that I could feel it 
against my chest.

"You are the sexiest boy in the world. You've been so brave. I can hardly wait to 
show you what else I have planned. It's going to be so much fun...for me anyway."
 
- - - - -
 
Even rapists need some downtime, so I spent a day generally ignoring the stupid 
shithead, only bothering with him to make sure he was well fed and clean. Other 
than that, we saw very little of each other. This was mostly for my benefit, to 
allow me the chance to recharge, but I also hoped it would bring him out of his 
hell for a little while.
 
Why did I care about that?  Well, I haven't mentioned this yet, but a smiling 
baby boy is another special turn-on for me. Not because I like to think that he 
is happy and comfortable. But because it's sexier to witness the transition from 
happy baby to tortured baby than the transition from tortured baby to slightly -
more-tortured baby.
 
So before I got started on him again, I played with him for 
a while. Not sexually, but in the way that his mother might have. Lightly 
tickling him, playing peek-a-boo, smiling and laughing with him. It didn't take 
long for him to forget about the pain I had caused him, and he was soon the 
picture of a well-cared-for toddler.
 
I quickly grew angry with him, as I knew I would. 

"What the fuck are you smiling at, you stupid shit?" 

I fought to restrain myself, images of beating him senseless flashing through 
my mind. 

I know this isn't rational, but sex rarely is. Seeing him smile and hearing him 
laugh was a contradiction to me: babies were made to be tortured, that was all 
they were good for. 

My cock raged in my pants, simultaneously angry with Ben and excited about all 
the ways that it could wipe his smile away.
 
I had a plan for what I wanted to 
do to him that day, but first I had to relieve some tension.
 
I continued to play peek-a-boo with him, but once my cock couldn't handle it 
anymore, I made my move.
 
I pulled my hands away from my face, smiling maliciously, and said: "Peek-a-boo, 
you stupid shit!" 

I drew my head back and slammed it into his forehead. Hard enough to make him 
see stars, but not to break anything or even to bruise him.
 
He stopped smiling immediately, and I felt some of the tension flow out of me. 

There were a few seconds when he seemed genuinely incapable of processing what 
had happened to him. We stared into each other's eyes and I got to watch that 
precious moment when his face changed from confusion to distress, eyes screwing 
up, mouth stretching open, and a peal of screams filling the room once again.
 
Not quite satisfied for the moment, I forced a pinky into each of his nostrils - 
having to drive his head into the bed and twist my fingers back-and-forth to get 
them inside. Then I lifted him up to a sitting position by his cute little 
button nose. 

He really didn't seem to be enjoying this game. 

I slowly pulled my hands apart, stretching his nose to both sides. I marvelled 
for a second at how easy it would have been to tear his nose to shreds, at just 
how much control I had over him.
 
Then I removed my fingers, and let him fall 
heavily back onto the bed, crying for all he was worth (which wasn't much).

It was time to play with his miniature cock.
 
At this point, you're probably thinking that I just grabbed his cock in my fist 
and yanked on it, or flicked his little ballsac. 

You'd be right. Of course I did do those things. But there was something much 
more exciting that can be done to torture a penis. 

First I had to restrain him.
 
I picked him up off the bed and moved him to a special table that I had built 
just for this purpose. It was fitted with restraints that could easily 
accommodate his small body. 

I laid him down on it and started the process of tying him down, restraints 
held across every part of his body, ensuring that he could not move an inch - 
not even his head.
 
Now I'm not interested in bondage, personally. The fact that he was rendered 
completely immobile did nothing to excite me. He was one year old after all, 
and he could barely move when he wasn't tied down. But for what I was planning, 
I wanted him completely still.
 
As I said, I didn't want to deform him, so don't think I was about to flay his 
dick or chop off his balls. Contrary to what you probably think of me, I really 
did enjoy looking at his dick and wanted it to stay the way it was.
To get myself excited again, I bent down over him and took his dick into my 
mouth. I didn't bother to suck on it, that would only bring him pleasure. 
Instead, I manuevered it to the side of my mouth - holding the entire length 
lightly between my teeth.
 
Then I bit down - hard enough to leave marks in his flesh, but not hard enough 
to draw blood. 

You can imagine what his reaction was. 

I bit down again and again - eventually getting into a rhythm of basically 
chewing on his miniature cock. 

While doing this, I began to steadily flick his balls with my fingers, very 
forcefully! 

Then I moved his cock between my front teeth and slowly drew away until his 
cock head was held firmly between my front teeth.
 
I yanked my head back, pulling viciously on his cock, slightly scared that I 
might lose control and accidentally bite it off. But I kept it up for a solid 
minute, jerking his cock this way and that. If he hadn't been tied down, I 
might have been lifting him up by it.
 
But this was not the main event. 

I released his cock head and stopped flicking his balls - allowing him a 
moment to recover. 

Inspecting his cock, I knew that I had gone too far. 

Sure it had been one of the most exciting things I had ever done in my life, 
but his cock would definitely be bruised for several days to come. 

Oh well, I thought, too late to do anything about it now.
 
I stepped away for a second to retrieve the toys I would be putting to use on 
his cock. 

When I returned, he had actually calmed down a little (though he was still 
screaming like mad). So I idly massaged his dick with my fingers. Given the 
state his cock was in, I knew it would be pure agony for him, and would 
bring his cries back up to a satisfactory level.
 
Finally, it was time for the real play to begin. 

I opened up the plastic case I had fetched, examining my full set of sounds, 
from 1mm in diameter to 20mm.
 
(For those who are unaware, sounds are medical 
tools. They are simply metal rods, rounded on both ends, that come in various 
sizes. Medically, they are used to probe and dilate the urethra. Sexually, 
they are used for pleasure). 

Personally, I had ambitions to use them as torture devices. Note that there 
are different types of sounds, but mine were the standard straight rod 
variety.
 
I held his penis in one hand - retracting his foreskin with my fingers. 

Wanting to take this slow, I quickly lubed his opening as well as the smaller 
sounds. Then I picked up the 1mm sound and held it at his piss slit.
 
I dipped 
it in easily - pushing it down the full length of his cock. 

He barely seemed to notice. 

I repeated the treatment with the 2mm. 

Still, I did not achieve the desired result. 

Picking up the 3mm sound, I shoved it inside him.
 
At last, his screams intensified. It seemed that 3mm was too big for him, 
so I withdrew it quickly, before picking up the 4mm and shoving it into him.
 
It was like being a conductor. I could increase the volume of his screams 
simply by inserting a larger sound, decrease it by removing the sound. 

My underwear was soaked with precum!
 
I held the 4mm sound in place for many minutes, until he grew a little too 
accustomed to its width. 

Then I withdrew it. 

Debating with myself for a second, I grabbed the 6mm sound next.
 
My cock ached with anticipation, as I thought about how much this would 
hurt him. I wasn't even sure he would be able to handle it, as the 4mm had 
encountered a seriously tight fit. 

The suspense was killing me. I had to know if I could fit it inside him. 

I held the tip against his red and swollen opening... 

Slowly, I tried to push it inside.
 
"Oh my god," I whispered breathlessly, "it's too big!" 

I looked at his face. 

"Do you know what this means, Ben?" My heart was beating so fast with the 
excitement of what I was about to do. 

"I have to force it in!"
 
I gripped his dick more firmly in my hand, and gradually applied more and 
more pressure with the sound. 

It was absolutely exhilarating! 

I held my breath for the moment I knew was coming. 

Harder and harder I pushed. 

For a full minute, I stood there - bent low over my victim, trying 
patiently to insert the metal rod into his penis.
 
Then it happened. 

With an audible pop that I knew only existed in my head, the sound was 
suddenly engulfed by his cock. He took in an almighty breath, and let loose 
the loudest scream yet. 

I knew that I had torn his urethra apart and it was all I could do to keep 
from cumming in my pants. 

On fire with passion, I pushed the sound roughly inside his cock, and used 
some tape I had handy to keep it in place. Then, I removed my clothes 
quickly and climbed up onto the table - straddling his head between my legs 
again.
 
He was clearly beside himself with agony. 

I paused to appreciate it before shoving my own throbbing hard monster of a 
cock down his throat in one fluid motion. 

The screaming had stopped, but I knew that I had placed him under even 
greater distress, so it didn't matter.
 
This time I stayed buried inside him. 

I felt his throat convulse around my cock and knew that he had puked. 

Still I stayed inside him. 

I slipped my fingers around my cock and stretched his lips even wider - 
just for the hell of it. 

Still I stayed inside him. 

I flicked evilly at his eyes, even while his face darkened. 

Still I stayed inside him. 

I inserted my pinkies into his nostrils again and pulled on them cruelly, 
while the life started to fade from his eyes. 

Still I stayed inside him.
 
And then, without even realizing it at first, I started shooting my cum 
down his throat. 

I pulled out, his puke following my raging cock. 

As I continued to cum all over his face, I watched him splutter and gasp 
for breath.
 
I let him breathe, as he had given me another flawless orgasm. 

He deserved it. 

Besides, he had been on the verge of death, and I wanted him alive.
 
I was well and truly spent. 

We stayed in that position for at least ten minutes. Me breathing 
heavily, him crying softly (this latest strangling seemed to have been 
especially hard on him).
 
Finally, I climbed down from the table and noticed what I had forgotten. 
The sound was still taped inside his cock. I considered leaving it there 
and going to bed, but I feared what would happen when he peed - that the 
pressure on his bladder and urethra might cause something to burst inside 
him. And I couldn't exactly bring him to a hospital if that happened.
 
Here you see the major issue of torturing a baby. The hornier you are, the 
farther you want to go. But the farther you go, the more likely you are to 
kill your victim. If I had an endless supply and a convenient method of 
disposal, I might not care so much. But as it was, I needed to be more 
careful. Besides, I was growing rather fond of young Benjamin. We had 
been through so many trials together.
 
With my cock now fully flaccid, I gently removed the tape. Then I slowly 
withdrew the sound from his dick, noticing that it was coated in blood. 

As it came free, a tiny stream of blood followed it.
 
The uninitiated might 
think that this was a big deal, that he would now slowly bleed to death, 
or that his cock would fall off. 

But no. 

I had certainly torn his urethra, but the blood had already stopped 
flowing. The next time I wanted to torture him in this way, it wouldn't be 
quite so fun (and it might even require the 8mm sound), but his dick was 
still in one piece.
 
The thing is, though, the next time he peed, it would feel like razor 
blades were cutting their way out of him. 

I smiled happily while cleaning away the blood.
 
"Goodnight Ben." I said cheerily, before leaving him tied to the table and 
heading for bed so that I could get some well-earned sleep.
 
- - - - -

I awoke with a broad smile and rushed to the table, because I knew why he 
was screaming his head off. 

I got there in time to watch the stream of piss flowing from his penis. 

It might have had more force before, but remember that I had stretched 
his urethra significantly, so there wasn't nearly as much pressure now. 

I was enraptured by the sight of him, still tied to the table, unable to 
stop himself from peeing, despite the terrible pain it was causing him. 

Part of me was jealous. 

Up to this point, all of his pain had been caused directly by me. But his 
own body was the cause of this pain.
 
As the piss stream died down, I idly pinched his nipples between my 
fingers and twisted them harshly. Waking up to his pain had been a 
special treat for me, and I wanted to continue the torture. But first I 
made us some breakfast, twisting his nipples again while I practically 
force-fed the crying toddler.
 
After we were fed, I lowered my head to his nipple and used my teeth to 
twist it instead. While doing this, I considered what our next activity
would be.
 
I had already tortured practically every inch of his body: his ears, eyes, 
nose, mouth, throat, arm, legs, penis, balls, nipples, even his forehead. 

The pale expanse of his stomach called to me, begging me to abuse it. 

My cock itched for me to start punching it, but I was too wary of 
damaging his internal organs. 

All that remained, I supposed, was his ass!

First thing's first, I started the process of freeing him from the table. 

There were marks criss-crossing his entire body from where the restraints 
had pressed into his skin, but he was otherwise unharmed. 

All in all, the only parts of him that showed signs of abuse were his 
penis, legs, and face. 

I took pride in the control that I had exercised in keeping him generally 
healthy. 

Alas, it was time to tear his hole apart!
 
My plan for his ass was similar to what I had done to his penis. 

Indeed, after taking him to the bed and throwing him face-down, I began 
biting his ass cheeks. 

His little legs kicked at me in response, tapping against my chest - 
which only served to fuel my desire further. 

I continued to bite his ass for several minutes - loving the feel of his 
smooth and chubby cheeks against my lips and tongue. I was careful once 
again to stop just shy of puncturing his skin, mostly because I had no 
desire to taste his blood.
 
Once I had had my fill, I spread his cheeks and admired his crack. Not for 
the first time, as I had taken care to keep it clean since kidnapping him: 
there was nothing sexy to me about diaper rash. It was very clear to me 
that no one had ever forced anything inside of his hole before. 

That was about to change.
 
I pulled him roughly to the edge of the bed - allowing his legs to dangle 
over it - and stepped between them. 

With his cheeks spread apart, I guided my cock into his crack and used it 
as cock sleeve, rocking back and forth along its length and leaving behind 
trails of precum.
 
By now, you probably know me well enough not to expect me to simply shove 
my cock inside him and hammer away. That was for amateurs.
 
Here's the problem with anal rape. If you just shove your cock in right 
away without preamble, you'll tear the boy's hole to shreds immediately. 

Pretty soon his ass will acclimate to your girth, and he won't be in pain 
any more. In fact, he may even start to enjoy it. 

At that point, there are only three ways to cause him pain:
 
1. Increase the girth of the object entering his ass: by wearing a sleeve, 
using a dildo, or using your fist. But your cock will no longer be inside 
his ass, and using your cock in the future will be less effective, because 
he will have acclimated to larger objects.
 
2. Increase the force by increasing the acceleration: that is, pound the 
shit out of him. This has the benefit of spreading the pain: he feels the 
pain of you entering his hole, the pain of your thighs slapping into his 
ass, and the pain of your cock impacting his insides.
 
3. Increase the pain potential of the object entering his ass, regardless 
of girth: by using a bladed or spiked object, chemicals, extreme 
temperatures, or electricity. This option has a lot of potential, but 
several disadvantages. I don't want any of that near my own cock, and it 
would cause so much damage as to reduce the pain sensitivity in the future.
 
The goal, therefore, is to use nothing larger than your own bare cock to 
enter him, while also maximizing his cumulative pain. 

How? 

The same way I maximized his pain when abusing his urethra, of course. 

Watch and learn.
 
I took my cock away from his ass for the moment and spat on his hole. As I 
was about to start, I realized that I wanted to see his face. So I flipped 
him over onto his back - lifting his legs in the air with one hand.
 
I smiled at him reassuringly before promptly jabbing a finger into his hole - 
removing it immediately. 

Predictably, he cried louder than he had been crying before.
 
I repeated the move - jabbing one finger into his hole and quickly 
withdrawing it - waiting a few seconds for his hole to spring back together, 
then jabbing in again.
 
This, I did at least fifty times before he finally seemed to be accepting 
my finger without pain. 

He was still crying of course, but I think he was too far gone to stop 
crying at that point.
 
I held two fingers together and drove them into his hole - again quickly 
removing them. 

The noise he was making was probably damaging my hearing, but fuck was it 
ever worth it!

I continued this process until he seemed accustomed to two fingers, then 
repeated it with three fingers, then with four. 

Each time that I introduced another finger, his agony seemed to reach new 
heights. 

I was amazed that he could still scream so forcefully, given how raw his 
throat must have been. Funny that the screaming itself was probably causing 
him pain, but he didn't know enough to stop (which is one of the many 
advantages of torturing a baby).

I took a break then - giving his hole a few minutes to regain some of its 
resistance, and letting the anticipation build within me. 

My cock seemed to grow harder with each passing second, as I imagined 
fucking his stupid little brains out. 

In my downtime, I resumed my treatment of his nipples - keeping him in 
pain even while his hole recovered a little.
 
At last, I could wait no more. 

I spat on my cock - coating it in my spit. 

It was enough lube to expedite my entry, but not enough to ease the 
intrusion for Ben. 

Holding my cock in one hand, I pressed it against his opening - hoping 
to prolong the moment of entry as I had with his cock. 

His ass was certainly more accommodating than his now-wrecked piss slit 
had been, but it still offered some resistance. 

I pushed harder and harder against him.
 
And, (with a definite pop this 
time), I finally entered his ass! 

For some reason, he seemed to hate this more than anything else I had 
so far done to him. 

I could do nothing but smile though, as I started up a steady rhythm of 
fucking him.
 
I wanted to continue my practice of withdrawing and re-
entering in rapid succession. 

But my cock had taken over by then, and it wanted to stay inside of him - 
thank you very much.
 
With my hands now free, I lifted him in my arms so that I could sit down 
on the bed - pushing him down hard onto my cock. 

I lifted him up slightly, then slammed him back down! 

My poor boy was in hell, and I had every desire to make it worse.
 
Continuing to pump my cock into his ass, I wrapped my hands gruffly 
around his throat - excited to choke him by hand for once. 

I hunched over and ran my tongue over his lips, then pressed my tongue 
deep into his mouth and made out with his unmoving mouth. 

The now-familiar effect of strangling him was in full view to me now - 
not obstructed by cock, which I continued to pound into him.
 
When he started turning blue, I released some of the pressure on his 
throat, and listening to his tiny gasps. 

Struck by an idea, I released one hand from his throat - still using the 
other one to mostly block his airway. Then I pinched his nose with my 
fingers and pressed my lips to his again.

I released the pressure on his throat, and could actually feel his lungs 
trying to suck air from my mouth. 

It was the most erotic moment of my life!
 
I grabbed him by the neck and used it to slam him down on my cock over 
and over - still starving him of oxygen. And just when he was on the 
cusp of passing out or dying, I let him breathe.
 
So instead, I grabbed him under his arms and fucked him with renewed 
vigor for ten minutes straight. 

At this point, I knew I was close to cumming. 

But Ben had lost his fight (which was a serious turn-off). 

Needing his agony while I had my orgasm, I used one hand to grab 
harshly at his ballsac and use it to force him up and down on me. 

With my other hand, I grabbed his ear and used it to keep him upright. 

Then I grabbed his lips between my teeth and looked into his eyes while 
I fucked him for all I was worth.
 
My orgasm came only thirty seconds later, and I was in too great a 
frenzy to do anything but shoot my load straight up his hole. 

As I came down from my high, I laid down on the bed - releasing his lips, 
ear, and ballsac. 

His lips were swelling before my eyes - becoming huge with obvious bite 
marks in them.
 
He cried softly while my cock continued to throb inside of him. 

I half-heartedly thrusted into him a few more times before finally 
removing him from my cock, and lifting him into the air by his armpits. 

A slurry of white, red, and brown flowed from him, and my cock was 
coated in streaks of shit and blood. 

Honestly, I grew even harder.

Figuring that it only made sense for Ben to clean up his mess, I 
forced his throat onto my cock.
 
"You're such a good boy." I said in ecstasy.
 

THE END

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