PZA: The Chronicles of Thomas Connors 10-13

With the curtain closing on day-one of the 'basic-behavioral-lessons' and since I had opted for the 'elective' lesson, I released Milo's straps and forced him down on the floor, knowing that he had absolutely no strength left to stand on his own feet. Then, fetching a short-spiked dog leash, I secured it around the boy's neck and with a kick to his stomach, forced him on all fours.

Since every single joint in the boy's body was aching from the prolonged confinement, he struggled immensely to crawl behind me as a pet must do. However, due to the pain in his limbs and over his entire body, he finally collapsed on the floor. Undeterred by his apparent weakness and inability to move, I tugged on his leash a couple of times while shouting at him to crawl, to no avail… This would be an exception you fucking useless dick, I thought to myself as I bent down to pick the miserable boy up and carried him all the way up to my bedroom , throwing him carelessly on the bed.

Then, I went back down to the training room and unbound Chris from The Pole. Again, I placed him on a leash and irritated that couldn't crawl as well, I ended up dragging him by his leash all the way until I reached the basement's stairs. Careful as to not choke the boy unintentionally, I loosened my grip on the boy's chain and grabbing his forearm, I pulled him all the way up the stairs, disposing him onto 'My Bed' as well.

Just as if I was a child hanging the Christmas decorations, I climbed over the bed and took Chris by his arms, yanking him onto his feet. With a bit of struggling with the boy's loose muscles, I eventually managed to force him to stand on the shelf. Next, I grabbed a sharp angled triangular plank of wood, raised each of the boy's feet respectively, and slid the plank underneath so that he was standing on top of it, which caused his feet to bend in the same downward angle as the plank, almost as if he was standing tip-toe.

I proceeded to move both of the boy's feet next to each other until they barely touched, causing his ten-suckable digits to form a delightful, 'manual-fan' shape. The next step was to secure both of his ankles with a set of leather straps attached to the pole, as well as securing each thigh with a separate strap which went from right underneath the scrotum to the upper most of the thigh's outer side, near the hip bone.

Almost done, I bound both of the boy's hands together with another pair of cuffs and attached a chain to them. Finally, I forced his arms up as high as they would go and secured the chain to a shackle installed on top of the pole.

With Chris in position, I went through the same process to get Milo up, albeit with much more difficulty since the beaten boy repeatedly failed to stand on his own strength. However, with a bit of lifting and manhandling the whipped body, I finally managed to ornate the other pole of my bed with the delicious sight of a naked child, bound, secured and definitely in pain.

At last, after a long and grueling day of negotiations, training, physical effort and stress, it was time to relax in a bed filled with a banquet of young, tender, naked pet-boys to play with, chew on and cream. With a delightful thought of a busy-bed tingling through my brains, I went down to the stable to fetch my toys.

With an FF (attention) command, my seven boy-pets were instantly out of their cubicles, assuming an attentive DSHL, each one hoping that he would be his master's toy for the night. Slowly, I strolled around, eyeing each hopeful pet and trying to decide which and how many I should have in my bed tonight.

Pet	Cubicle	Age	Nationality	Hair	Eyes	skin
Samson	1	12	Albanian	Blonde	Hazel	White
Shadow	2	11	American	Brown	Hazel	White
Louie	3	8	Italian	Black	Olive-green	Bronzed
Lucky	4	9	Spanish	Black	Brown	Bronzed
Winston	5	12	American	Blonde	Dark Blue	White
Sparky	6	11	Canadian	Washed-blonde	Bright-Green	white
Bandit	7	10	American	Dirty-blonde	Ice-blue	White
	8
Chris	9	10	Romanian	Dirty-blonde	Green	white
Milo	10	10	Romanian	Blonde	Green	white

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Keeping in mind that I had a long and tiresome day and that I wanted to relax and have fun with the slightest effort from my part while having at least two orgasms before going to sleep, an obvious first choice was Lucky, the cowboy.

As soon as I unleashed my pet, the obedient and well trained boy was quick to assume the correct stance for being picked to serve his master. The TYM (Thank You master) [Click here for a list of commands] posture, which is a variation of the TPT (On Your Knees) requires the boy to kneel down respectfully, his legs slightly apart, his torso straight and his hands clapped together as if he was praying, while bowing down his head slightly. With a pat on his head, meaning dismissed, the boy crawled all the way up to my room, and as a standard procedure, took a quick yet thorough bath and waited by his master's bed.

With the intent to be used for relaxation purposes, Winston was all too happy to be freed from his leash, even if it was for just a while. Next, I opted for Louie and finally, I decided to skip Bandit for the night and picked Shadow instead. The three boy-pets also showed their gratitude with the TYM (Thank You master), and when allowed, were also quick to crawl up to my room to get themselves ready. Satisfied with the selection of tonight's toys, I placed the clicker away since it won't be needed in my bedroom, closed the basement door behind me and went up to have some fun.

Ever watched a movie about the east with all these women in clad sensual clothes strolling nonchalantly in their harems? Well this is the kind of scene that popped into my head as I reached the knob and opened my bedroom's door. Granted, the boys were completely naked and definitely not strolling around… in fact, aside from the two hanging boys decorating my bed posts, the four pets were all neatly tucked next to each other, shoulder-to-shoulder, the back of their heads touching the bed's side and obediently kneeling on the floor in a perfect RTS (ready-to-serve). Knees together, butts resting on their heels, palms spread on the floor and head hanging down very slightly.

Which flavor should I go for tonight? I thought to myself as I contemplated my hors d'oeuvre, tiny Italian Louie. Nonchalantly, I reached for my 'Flavor' drawer containing an extensive variety of 'edible lip balms' as well as an equally large, imported 'Flavored Body Lotions' collection which I had ordered from Japan. The reason I had them imported instead of going local is because local products are too materialized and cheaply made, leaving the body sticky, often causes rashes and were nearly tasteless. Contrary to the above, the Japanese version of these products had an invigorating delicious smell, an equally delicious taste, completely transparent and absorbable, as if it was never applied. For a proper use, the lotion must be placed to the desired selection of the body and left for at least five-minutes before consuming it.

Should I go for the usual Coconut & Lime?… Nah, I'm more in the mood for a sweeter taste. I reflected. Orange vanilla… Pineapple & Orange… Lavender & Honey… Apple & raspberry… not bad but…hmm… finally, I noticed a sealed jar I hadn't used before, Chocolate & cream. Hell, why haven't I seen that before… well it won't hurt to try… some Coconut would do nice as well… Now for the lips… let's see. Still unable to decide, I browsed through the thirty-something balm sticks… Grapefruit? Nah… too feminine… Plum? Maybe another time… Vanilla? Would be nice but… Oh here it is… strict peppermint! This would go nice with chocolate and cream… I finally decided as I took the balm stick and both lotion jars with their special brushes, sat down on a large massage sofa I had near the bed and called for Louie to stand on the foot rest.

Normally, these lotions are applied to a certain part of the body only, such as the neck or shoulders… however, since these Japanese products where completely natural with no artificial flavors, they posed absolutely no health risks and could be consumed in large quantities. Not to mention that for a person like me, with an ever-so-hungry appetite for boy flesh, a neck cannot possibly satisfy my lust, therefore I always ended up varnishing Louie's body head-to-toe before tongue-bathing my boy-lollipop clean.

As soon as Louie was standing obediently in a slave position, feet adjacent, hands behind his back and head bowed respectfully, I was ready to apply the boy-taste enhancers, as if boys didn't taste heavenly already.

Grabbing Louie's right foot in the palm of my hand, I reached for the Chocolate and Cream jar, dipped the brush and began apply the heavenly-scented lotion. Careful as to not miss a single spot, I disregarded Louie's instinctive and natural giggle as the brush tickled the sole of his foot, applied a few more strokes onto and between his toes, over his heel and ankle. When I was done, I repeated the same process with his other foot then began to go upwards.

With all the years and all the times I've had boys gracing my bed, and with all the wild orgies, forced and gentle sex, kinky games and down-right bizarre things I've done with and to boys, nothing, absolutely nothing felt as erotic or as appetizing as to softly varnish this aromatic delicacy on an already sweet eight-years-old treat. This pacifying ritual that I have become addicted to, somehow hypnotizes me and moves my entire being into a state of blissful trance. With every application of the brush, I imagine myself biting and chewing on the boy's calves, eating his feet and licking his entire abdomen clean… I envision my head buried between his silky thighs as I sample the velvet skin underneath the scrotum, masticate on his beautifully limp little love-pole and munch hungrily on his white little bums…

When I became certain that my boy-lollipop's flesh has been adequately treated, I grabbed the balm stick and while gently parting his scrumptious lips, applied the peppermint treatment thoroughly, ending the blissful rite. Ever since I've discovered and became hooked to this new ritualistic fetish, I always felt somewhat disappointed that the boy-preparing ceremony was over, alleviated only by the thought that there will be a next time.

Leaving Louie's miniature-body to dry up and fully absorb the flavor, I stood in front of Winston and taping my foot twice, the boy quickly relinquished the RTS to an attentive stance. Then, I ordered Lucky on the bed and instructed him to lie down on his back horizontally, with his head aligned to the bed side facing my direction and his feet the other way. Then, I instructed Shadow to kneel on the bed's side, straddling Lucky's chest. Shifting my attention for a couple of seconds to insure that the hanging decorations on my bed poles haven't passed out, I then addressed both Winston and Shadow to undress me.

Obediently, Winston began working on my shoes, nimbly untying my shoelaces and respectfully taking both my shoes off while Shadow was working to unbutton my shirt, which he proceeded to take it off and also respectfully or probably fearfully, laid it at the foot of the bed. Next, Winston moved on to unbuckle my belt, unbuttoning my pants one by one and finally sliding it down, pulling it out, and laying it on top of the shirt. Finally, while working simultaneously, Winston took care of my underwear as Shadow's delicate hands reached for my under-shirt's waist, nimbly manipulating it upwards and out.

Now that I was in my birthday suit and ready for action, I spread my legs and crouched a little bit so that my ball-sack was dangling an inch away from Lucky's awaiting boy mouth. Then, I ordered Winston to kneel behind me and start massaging my butt-cheeks with his hands as I gently slapped Lucky's face, in a sign that he should open his mouth. Supporting my knees to the side of the bed, I lowered my hip a little bit more and jammed my first ball inside the boy's awaiting mouth. With my fingers, I gathered some more of my scrotum's loosely dangling and elastic flesh, stuffing it inside the nut-filled orifice. Finally, by finding my second nut which was swinging near the boy's eyes, I grabbed it and forced it deep inside the boy's now-completely clogged mouth.

With a relaxing feeling starting to kick in as the poor boy's mouth began to do miracles, massaging and slightly chewing on my balls and tender sack, I ordered Shadow to slide backwards and go on all fours, while still straddling Lucky's hip. With that, the boy's face came inches higher than Lucky's busy mouth and was practically pressed against my aching cock. With a 'Suck' command, the expert little cock-sucker opened his delicious mouth and, since he had been already used so much and well aware of my preferences, he pressed his lips tightly around the tip of my cock and began sliding his head on my shaft ever so slowly, knowing that I always enjoyed watching as his lips gradually engulf my love-pole.

Steadily yet slowly, my glans began to disappear inside the warm confinement as my angry and bulging corona bumped into the boy's outer lips. With that little obstacle out of the way and safely slurped inside, the boy's lips eventually continued their descending journey all the way down and to the very base of my shaft. At that very moment, I placed my hand against the top of Shadow's neck and pressed his head over my dick, shoving whatever was left of my shaft inside, eventually causing the boy's cute button nose to bump into my groin, losing sight of it as it disappeared inside my thick bush of long and curly pubes.

For a good 30-seconds or so, I kept the boy's mouth impaled on my dick, enjoying the warmth and tightness of his throat strangling and squeezing on my cock's head, until I felt that the boy was out of breath and was beginning to choke which prompted me to release the his head as he began the long slide out.

Again and again, Shadow's meticulous and refined methods proved their worth as he started to vary his techniques, teasingly tongue fucking my piss-slit, scrunching on the glans and licking my shaft in and out, in slow, rhythmic moves. Underneath, in sync with Shadow's gratifying sucks and licks, Lucky's mouth was still working relentlessly to please me; however, one of my nuts had unintentionally slipped out of the boy's mouth and landed on his cheek and had to be forced in again. All this time, my butt-cheeks were being treated by Winston's soft yet strong hands as the boy took great care to attend to each and every part of my muscular glutes and upper thighs.

Surprisingly and much to my utter initial-shock-turned-delight, it seemed as if he was determined to show me just how much of a great effort he was putting to please his master and earn a reward. Therefore, he took the never expected, unprecedented initiative to lip massage my buns. I have to admit that even for a man like me, there are some limits, or actions that I felt was uncomfortable with or even shy about, included are having a boy tongue my anus or lick my ass… however, my initial dismay and hesitation quickly vanished as a new, kinky and mind-jolting sensation swept through my nerves.

Ecstatic and positively impressed by this new stunt, I reached for Winston's head with my left hand and patted on his hair while complimenting his action with a Well done slave. As if this 'degrading compliment' was an actual charge of energy; the boy, knowing that he had earned a reward decided to go even further for his master's sake in a humble show of gratitude. Therefore, his initially timid attempt to grab as much of my flesh into his wide open lips, press gently and slowly sliding them out, gained more vigor, strength and speed.

With Shadow's mouth doing wonders on my pulsing dick, Lucky's mouth jammed and tirelessly serving my balls and Winston's mouth causing sensations I've never felt before, I was in a complete and utter bliss.

Checking up on my ornamental boys, I could notice that Milo and Chris had a certain expression of awe and replenishment as they watched the unfolding orgy beneath their feet. I was aware that both boys were suffering like hell, that their arms which have been tied high above their heads for such a long time were unbelievably aching, that their joints were pained by the hours of immobilization down in the training room. I knew that Milo's back, butt, anus, balls, ears and practically every part of his body was burning in agony. However, strangely enough and in disregard of all that they've been through, they were both sprouting a pair of lovely, aching-for-attention erections, fortifying my standing conviction that a boy's spirit, is a fully-fledge miracle in itself which might be forced to sleep or hibernate, but it certainly never dies.

As I felt the tension in my body building up and since I had decided to lengthen the period before cumming for the first time, I ordered Louie who was still standing obediently just as I have left him, to climb on the bed. Then, I used both of my hands to hold a tight grip on Shadow's hair and deciding to pull off only a second before cumming, I nailed the boy's head in place and began face-fucking him vigorously, all the while forcing Lucky to keep up with my swinging ball-sack which was the result of my hip moving back and then all the way to the front, pushing 8 inches [20 cm] of thick man-meat into the awaiting and moist fleshy cave.

For a few minutes, I kept the same fast and violent pace at pounding the insides of the boy's mouth, rhythmically pulling my cock all the way out, keeping the tip resting on his lower lip and then shoving it back in. Nearing climax, I slowed down to a near stop and substituted the fast thrusts with long and slow moves, burying my dick all the way down the boy's throat and retracting only when the child's nose bumps into my belly.

Another minute later, the tension in my massaged balls grew intolerable and I knew that if I did as little as one more thrust, I would cum. Therefore, I slid my dick out of Shadow's mouth, popped my ball-sack out of Lucky's orifice and instructed Winston to stop.

Fuck that was near… I said to myself as I climbed over the bed, sat down with my back against a high wall of soft pillows, extended my legs all the way forward and ordered little Louie to straddle my lap.

Relief the little bastards, I instructed to both Lucky and Shadow as I pointed at the hanging boys, whose erections were now in a dire need for attention. Instantly, my pets understood that they should suck their new friends of misery into dry orgasms and swiftly stood up to perform the task.

Next, I ordered Winston who was still kneeling on the floor to service my aching feet as I hooked my right hand against the back of Louie's neck and slowly moved the child towards me. Time for me to eat my little candy cane I said as I stuck my tongue out and took a first taste of the new flavor, sensually licking my way from the base of the child's neck, over his tiny jaw, through his cheeks and all the way to his hairline.

Fuck this shit tastes good… I stuttered, chirpy that this new flavor turned out to be the best. Craving for more, I began chewing on the base of the boy's neck, tonguing the delicate little notch and moderately biting on what would become his trapeze muscles. Every now and then, I would take a ride up to work on the delicious earlobes, sucking them inside my mouth then sliding them back up.

Meanwhile, Winston was again doing wonders with his stimulating hands. Working on my left foot, the experienced masseuse was grabbing each and every one of my toes, rubbing on it gently and pulling it outwards before letting go. Next, using both of his hands, he began squeezing and applying as much pressure as he can at the top of the soles, just beneath the toes, lengthily massaging the arch while caressing the heel and ankle.

Behind him, the sight of two boys hanging, another two boys bobbing their heads on their swinging friends' pricklets was another blissful scene which inspired me to enhance it even further by the promise of a reward.

Putting Louie aside for a while and ordering Winston to stop, I went for my kitchen and fetched a large bottle of chocolate syrup, a carton of whipped cream, a box of multi-colored chocolate sparkles, as well as a pair of strawberries to which I attached a 5 inch [13 cm] thread to each strawberry's stubble.

Since both Lucky and Shadow had done a good job at my dick a while earlier, I decided to reward their effort as well as hold a competition which would give the winner an even greater reward.

With that thought in mind, I went back to the bedroom and ordered both boys to stop sucking on their peers dicks. Then, I stood up on the bed and began pouring a good quantity of syrup over Milo's face and body. Starting at the top, I made sure that his nose, cheeks and lips were nicely covered with the thick, dark-brown dripping delicacy, then moved on to cover his neck, chest, abdomen, both thighs, both tibias and both feet. When that was done, I smeared the dripping goblets nicely to cover as much of the boy's skin as possible. Next, I attached one of the strawberries-on-a-thread to the bottom of the boy's erect penis, tightening the noose just a bit to make sure it doesn't fall if the boy's cock goes limp by any chance. Then, I reached for the box of sparkles and made sure to spray just about enough of the delightfully colorful and appetizing chocolate sparkles on the sticky syrup. Finally, I took the bottle of whipped cream, and completely covered the boy's genitals under the thick, white and fluffy substance.

With Milo's body turned into a delicious boy-cake, I turned over to Chris and repeated the same process. Then, I shifted my attention to Lucky and Shadow, explaining what they should do.

So far, you have done well tonight in pleasing me, so your mutual reward is this… I said as I pointed at the sweets covering Chris and Milo's frames, head-to-toe.

The shy and barely visible smile over their puppy faces said it all, as long as it's chocolate, they wouldn't mind licking it off a dog's ass, if opportunity presented itself. Blame me for that but a pet must only eat what his master decides to offer, at least this is my point of view. Add to that, is the fact that I'm such a bad-cook, a careless man and a mean and impatient master, most of the time… As long as they're alive, they're ok, that's what I keep telling myself.

Because of all these facts, my pets are usually subject to a pet-menu, comprising of dried-food, ground cereals, mashed potatoes, tasteless soups and occasionally, a tiny mince of undercooked meat. Sweets? Candy? Chocolate? These are things that have become completely alien to them the second they fell into my hands.

Judging by the look on their glowing faces I could swear on my own life that if the fear factor from their master's whip wasn't carved deep inside their brains, they would've probably jumped to their feet instantly and cannibalized these two boy-cakes.

Both of you are allowed to enjoy these sweets but only one will win tonight's reward… I paused for a second to check the effect of the word reward on their anticipating faces before I moved on to explain what they should do.

On my command, I prefer if you start at the bottom and up, but you can do otherwise, however, licking ONLY the syrup and sparkles until the entire body is clean. When you think you've finished cleaning the syrup, you are then allowed to lick the whipped cream. When all of it is done, you will have to snatch the strawberry without using your hands. The first to finish and snatch the strawberry from the thread will be the winner and will… I paused again teasingly, enjoying two pairs of eyes nearly popping out of their sockets in expectation, the winner will… another pause… Okay… the winner will be allowed to SIT on a TABLE and… eat… PIZZA!!!

Emphasizing the words 'sit', 'table' and 'pizza' was to these boys, what a PS3 or a new laptop is to a normal boy, a Christmas gift! … They haven't sat on a chair or been on a table for years, unless if they were on their backs and being fucked mercilessly for the pleasure of their master… And as for pizza? Oh well… they wouldn't have dared to dream about it, let alone think it was even possible.

Since they were not allowed to talk in my presence, both boys simultaneously assumed a DSHL but with an expression of content on their faces, as a means to express their gratitude, which prompted a gentle pat on both of their heads. When everything was ready, I reassumed my position on the bed, ordered Winston to resume his work, and maneuvered Louie back onto my lap.

Deliberately, I didn't give Shadow or Lucky the start signal, in an attempt to further fuel their already aching anticipation. Instead, for the next five minutes, I acted as if I hadn't promised them a thing. Focusing my attention solely on Louie, I went on indulging myself and feeding on his choco-creamy taste, chewing on his tiny nipples, bathing his face with my tongue and picking and nibbling on his cute, tiny, peppermint lips.

However, as my own eagerness to eye the improvised kinky and erotic show soared, I decided that I would have the night's first cum while at the same time watch the show and feed even some more on Louie's flesh.

For that, I ordered Winston to stop massaging me and assume an all four, with his face directed towards the two boy-cakes. Then, I grabbed tiny Louie and sat him astride on Winston's back, facing me. Finally, a small rub on the base of my shaft from the Sex-Stone, meant that I was ready to enjoy a lengthy fuck.

Without any lube, since I believe pets do not qualify for this sort of privilege or comfort, I guided the tip of my cock to the boy's well-used hole. Acting simultaneously, and without any prior hint, I suddenly shouted GO to the awaiting and hungry pets as I took the first thrust which sent the entire length of my shaft deep inside the boy's ass, slapping my balls violently into his inner thighs and shaking his entire body under the strength of the bump, which nearly knocked down little Louie who was sitting carelessly on the mounted boy's back.

Fuck this is beautiful, I thought to myself as Winston let out a mighty, agonized groan. Undeterred and not wanting to knock my boy-lollipop off, I grabbed Winston's hip with both of my hands, pinning him in place as I slid my shaft out of the boy's anus while keeping the glans safely buried.

Before I could watch the show with ease, I sent a couple more thrusts in and out of the boy's tight ass to find a comfortable pace and rhythm, which didn't take long to achieve. Switching to auto-pilot mode, I stopped thinking as I pounded the boy's ass again and again and instead, ordered little Louie to slide closer, took a bite at his neck and peeked above his shoulder to watch the ongoing show.

Shadow, apparently more determined to win had already cleaned Milo's feet, tibias and was working on the boy's inner thighs while Lucky decided to go against my preference and having cleaned the chest, was indulging himself on Chris's abdomen, sliding his tongue on the boy-cake's skin for a few inches up then moving on to another spot.

Convinced that the competition still had a long way to go before it ended, I bent over to Louie and as my level of passion was soaring through the roof, began to french the boy's little mouth with fervor. By the time I had my mouth engulfing the boy's lips, I unleashed my hands, groping the boy's small yet firm butt-cheeks, roaming over his silky thighs and all the way up to his chest. Back up, the raging yet unfair battle between the boy's lips and mine lasted for about a minute before I could claim victory, as I finally managed to conquer the boy's zesty lower lip, slurping it inside my mouth and punishing it by pressing and sliding both of my lips on the velvety surface for a lengthy period.

Ever hungry and always yearning for more, I pried the boy's mouth open with my muscular tongue and moved on to probe every single nook of his oral cave, licking on every single one of his baby teeth and occasionally picking up a fight with his defenseless and yummy tongue.

Meanwhile, my auto-pilot was working perfectly as I've been ramming Winston's ass for a good five minutes or so, and thanks to the magical stone, was nowhere I near climax. However, since I have a thing for boys moaning and since it seemed Winston has gone silent, I decided to give him something to moan about.

I ordered little Louie to crawl under the plowed-boy and lay down on his back, with his head underneath Winston's dick. Then I instructed him to keep up with my swinging balls and massage them with his tiny hands. Satisfied, I gradually picked up the pace of my shoves and went brute on the boy's ass, only stopping the forceful fucks the second I hear the beautiful plop sound, caused by my groin area bumping onto the boy's ass-cheeks.

Pleased to hear him moaning beautifully again, Winston's dilemma soon intensified as I raised my hand and delivered a first slap on the boy's right ass-cheek, causing him to howl in pain. In front of me, Shadow was nearing a victory since he was now working on the boy-cake's chest and shoulders while Lucky, who seemed to be licking randomly, had finished cleaning his boy-cake's torso completely and was busily cleaning the inner-thighs.

Another bitch-slap went down on the boy's ass, then another and another, causing the stuffed-with-dick boy to let out a harmonious yelp with each ass-slap. For a healthy amount of time, I kept on plowing my little bitch-boy, assuming my ownership of his body by whimsically slapping his ass to add to my satisfaction and gratification. Varying my techniques to avoid a monotone and boring ride, I continuously shifted paces, going short and fast then switching to long and slow thrusts, occasionally custom plowing the boy furthermore by brutally jamming my dick as deep inside as it would and jolt my hip in an upward movement, thus insuring more agony and higher screams from the miserable boy.

However, as time went by and I was nearing a remarkable ten-minute barrier of non-stop boy fucking, my hip and strained glutes began to beg for mercy as I started to feel a bit of aching, an unwelcome yet normal result of so many forward and backward swings. Although to my own relief, I noticed a slight yet growing tension finally starting to build in my bulging balls, knowing that an orgasm with gargantuan proportions was being cooked and would eventually be ready in a couple of minutes.

Switching to the show, I noticed that Shadow's nearly cleaned boy-cake had only a few more syrup areas to be dealt with as he finally reached the face and was licking the boy's lips clean. Meanwhile, Lucky had just kneeled down and began working his tongue on the bound boy's feet, which caused an immense turn on, overwhelming my already raging lust and need for relief. Encouraged by the amazing show which was nearing a critical phase, by two small hands massaging my balls and by a tight ass strangling my shaft, my sanity ticked as I switched to berserk mode, slapping my little bitch-boy's ass-cheeks with every couple of fucks, humiliating him even more with loud and rather silly dirty talk…

By the time my berserk mania subsided, Shadow had reached his boy-cake's groin area and had his face buried into the whipped cream, licking in frenzy… surprisingly, Lucky had also finished cleaning the syrup and had his boy-cake's dick inside his mouth, cleaning the shaft with a delightful slide out. The race which began with a clear and comfortable advantage for Shadow had eventually turned interesting with only a few inches left before any of the boys could snatch the strawberry-trophy.

However, even the delicious show didn't manage to take away my mind from the mounting pain in my hip, as well as the feeling that my dick was about to burst into flames from savagely rimming and digging on the boy's insides. Therefore, I gathered my strength and forced all of my body weight against the kneeling child, sending my flaming tool all the way inside the boy's ass and held position, deciding to catch my breath and ease the tension on my muscles. By now, Winston's ass-cheeks had turned completely red from a countless number of bitch-slaps, his agonized groans had subsided a bit and his entire body was twitching from the immense and exhausting ride, which yet needed to come to a satisfying end.

Meanwhile, and as if they were acting intentionally in sync, both Shadow and Lucky had finished cleaning their boy-cakes and almost in perfect harmony, each opened his mouth, sank his teeth in his allocated strawberry and snatched it away from the fine thread, then turning around to show me the strawberry's remaining half, protruding from their smeared in cream and syrup mouths…

Good… you both did well, I said as I was getting ready to finish the ride… You can now relief your friends. When you're done, get down on the floor and wait for your master to finish, I added.

Still buried deep inside Winston's yummy boy ass, I slowly retracted my dick all the way out to freedom, giving my shaft a much needed breath of fresh air. Content that Shadow and Lucky were doing their jobs properly, I ordered Winston whose shaking and trembling body had taken its toll of pain and was beginning to go limp, to rotate his body direction all the way around.

Having no other option but to comply to my order or risk a visit to the wheel, the agonized child struggled to finally gather enough strength, and with a lot of effort, he managed to turn around, laid down flat on his chest and buried his head between two pillows.

Grabbing each of the boy's ankles, I maneuvered Winston's legs and spread them apart as much as they would go. Then, I grabbed Louie by his arm and manhandled him until he was on all fours, his knees spread across Winston's shoulders. With a slight push downwards on Louie's hip, his tiny ass was now atop Winston's head and the creamy-white goblets of flesh were facing my hungry eyes, deliciously inviting.

Content with the new position, I laid on top of Winston, guided my cock inside his ass once again and, without any hesitation or delay, I resumed my ride, rimming the boy without giving a single thought about how much pain he was going through. Meanwhile, taking advantage of the soft and fleshy pillow which was spread inches away from my face, I supported my body on my elbows and buried my face into Louie's ass. The exhilarating coconut smell and taste fueled my animalistic instinct, unconsciously prompting me to go for full and unrestrained force on Winston. As a result, the ferocity and forcefulness of my plunges caused the entire mattress to bounce and recoil, adding noisy screeches to the symphony of the boy's tears and screams, to my thickening breath and to the pulping sound caused by the contact of our bodies

All the while, my somewhat gentle initial bites at the younger boy's butt-cheeks also went extinct as I went mental, hungrily biting on Louie's buns and sinking my teeth deeper and deeper into his tender flesh. Louie's naturally quiet and docile character finally betrayed him, as he began to scream his lungs out, begging me to stop. However, pets shouldn't beg because pets shouldn't talk, pets should only obey and comply… Outraged by this grave and inexcusable mistake, I intentionally took a as much of the boy's flesh as I could and chewed on it mercilessly to a tear-it-apart level while I reached out, grabbed the boy's head and violently shoved it down, causing his face to sink almost completely in the fluffy pillow, muffling his shrieking voice.

Underneath me, Winston was not doing any better either, even though he was accustomed to being force-fucked and had survived many of my wild rides; he was having a very hard time to breathe due to a number of factors. The biggest effect was the unprecedented strength with which I was forcing my dick inside his body, probably tearing the boy's inside apart. Add to that, the sheer weight of my own body pounding down uncontrollably and with full power on him, crackling his bone. Not only that, his young heart was beginning to overheat, pounding in frenzy to keep up with the excruciating pain and stress which were electrocuting every muscle in the young boy's body. And to make things even and even worse, his short and intermittent breath, caused by so much pain he was feeling, could only supply a fraction of the oxygen needed for his young lungs to function properly. And as if all of that was not enough, the natural need to scream the pain away further obstructed and complicated the situation.

However, being on top and completely oblivious, not to mention too overwhelmed by jolts upon jolts of pleasure sweeping through each and all of my nerves, made it nearly impossible to stop. Furthermore, the amazing boy-taste filling my mouth with every lick of Louie's crack and every bite on his tender flesh supplemented my craving for more.

Luckily for both boys, I was very near to orgasm. With a final, gigantic dick stab underneath and a mouth-full of boy flesh between my lips and teeth, I pulled my cock out of the boy's ass, grabbed Louie by his arm and violently turned him over. Then, I slid him down a bit, straddled his tiny chest and with a slap to his face, I ordered him to open his mouth as I guided my throbbing fuck-stick over his face. With an animalistic groan, I arched my back, grabbed Louie's hair and maneuvered his head for a better aim and finally… finally after such a long, arduous and pleasure filled session of boy-play, I placed the tip of my cock an inch away from the boy's face and could finally enjoy a gooey show.

Aiming for but missing the tiny mouth, a fountain of white, thick and aching for release man-cream began spurting from the tip of my cock until it finally blasted out. As wave upon wave of cum were freed, the boy's face began to sink under a thick and slimy blanket of man-cum, his cheeks earning most of the gooey treat while a thick splatter found its way on his cute nose, dripping down to his right eye, as a final wave dived in and disappeared inside the boy's screaming mouth.

As if nothing would be enough to feed my horniness, I let go of the boy's head which bumped on the pillow underneath, guided my cock into his mouth and forced in as much of it as the tiny cave could take. For a few moments, I kept on mouth-fucking the tiny Italian boy until my dick went completely limp, completely satisfied and relieved. Wrapping up, I squirted the last droplets of cum inside the boy's mouth, cock-smeared some of the slime all over his face and used his silky hair to clean my dick. You've been a very good ride my little pet… you earned yourself a pizza, I whispered at Winston's ear as I finally moved all of my body away from him.

Realizing I was completely lost during the last minutes of the ride, I had forgotten to check if Shadow and Lucky had finished the job. However, taking a swift glance at both Milo's and Chris's limp pricks; I concluded that it was fair enough to assume that the job was done. With that, I went out of the bedroom and ordered pizzas from a 24/24 restaurant a couple of blocks away. While waiting for the delivery, I did something I haven't done in a very long time… I sat down and in a reaction to what had just happened, I began to reflect silently.

I am a mean and careless man, granted. I am also a man who seeks pleasure even if it meant pain and agony for others, granted. I have often used force, often punished boys for pleasure and very often played with their bodies as if they were nothing but toys… However, and in spite of all of that, and regardless of the fact that I've replaced my heart with a solid rock a long time ago, and also regardless that I considered boys to be nothing more than slaves or pets, to be enjoyed, I have never been as out of control or as forceful as I was on Winston especially and Louie to a lesser extent, a couple of minutes before.

If my orgasm was delayed for another minute, I would've probably killed him, and that… well that would be the only thing that I couldn't tolerate, or live with… if I had committed such a grave mistake and lost the boy, I would've, without hesitation, placed my 9mm inside my mouth and blown my brains away. The uncomfortable train of thought that was beginning to annoy me significantly finally came to an end as I heard the door bell ring, prompting me to fetch the pizzas.

What the hell… one time won't spoil them, I reflected. The almost nonexistent odds of me being nice to these boys or at least treat them as humans, somehow won the fight and I decided that not only would they earn the promised reward; they'll be allowed to do things they haven't done in a very long time.

The first resolution from the new and improved, yet temporary Thomas was to untie both Milo and Chris, even though I had originally decided to keep them bound till morning. As gentle as a master can allow himself to be, I undid the boys' restraints, rubbed their arms to help the blood circulation and sent them down to the kitchen. Next, and to the utter shock and disbelief of the remaining four, I allowed them to stand up and walk down to the kitchen.

Fearing that this was another one of my sick traps which usually resulted in a predetermined fun-punishment, they began to crawl as taught, none of them daring to stand. I said, STAND UP and WALK… As was the case for being nothing more than pets, they had no other option but to obey, even if it meant punishment for a mistake they were forced to make.

Unbelievably, unexpectedly and completely and utterly admirable, the first to stand up was the one I least expected him to. Despite the excruciating pain he must've been feeling, despite his probable internal wounds and his near-death experience, Winston once again, showed me, better yet completely dazzled me by how strong a boy's spirit is. Almost defiantly, the traumatized boy stood up and as if nothing had ever gone wrong, well except for a slight limp, he began to walk out of the room. This boy is a leader… a fucking leader! I said to myself, almost doubting my own eyes as I saw a new future for him with me…

The moment the boy's frame disappeared behind the wall, Lucky, Shadow and Louie who was still sobbing gently, occasionally rubbing his ass, followed the lead as they stood up and went down with me on their tail.

The pizzas are on the table boys, you may sit down… I said sternly, yet with a slight tone of kindness. Reluctantly, one by one they sat down while looking at me, almost certainly waiting for their next order.

There are no more orders tonight boys, open the boxes, eat as much as you want and… I stopped for a second to prepare them for the biggest surprise of their entire time since they became my property… For tonight only, and since you pleased me a lot, you can… talk to each other.

Except for Milo and Chris who didn't understand a word and seemed lost in their own world, their eyes wandering aimlessly around the room, the four boys simply didn't buy it… to walk is one thing but to talk? That was the greatest crime a pet could ever commit… never, not for their entire time being here were they allowed talking or even saying a single word in my presence.

In their deconstruction and reconstruction training program, I had redesigned these boys so radically that not a single human trait should be detected by a potential master. Therefore, in order to ask for food, they were to bark once, for water twice, if they were sick three times and just occasionally, if they did something wrong and wanted to apologize, two barks with a one second delay in between were good enough… these are the only four things a pet can ever ask or tell his master about, albeit, never in words…

Minutes passed by with the occasional clatter of the pizza boxes being the only sound to break the heavy silence. Even though they were finally convinced that this was not a trap and that their master had actually allowed them to talk, they were still behind the thick barrier of fear that has been planted in their souls for such a long time. However, after ten-or-so minutes, a soft, near whispering voice said… Are you ok? Shadow had finally decided to seize the chance and addressing Winston, was checking out to see if his was hurting…

With a nearly undetectable smile, I approached the eating bunch, grabbed a slice and gave it to Milo, then another one to Chris, gesturing that they should eat. Finally, and to conclude that long and dangerously satisfying night, I allowed all the boys to sleep in actual beds, without any cuffs, collars or chains… well except for Lucky who had morning duties to perform and was therefore sent to my bed.

What a night… what a fucking awesome night! I thought as I typed a few lines on my e-diary, laid down next to the naked boy in my bed, spread my right leg across his thighs and closed my eyes, rubbing his chest and gradually dosing off to a pleasant, relaxed sleep.

Diary entry: Oct.29.05

Title: Too much…

Fuck this was too much… I'm still shivering at the thought… I mean… shit… I ended up fucking Winston after he gave me a massage and I went too hard on him. I nearly killed him for fuck's sake… can't believe I let myself go out of control like this… not only that, I was so fucking insane that I nearly tore a bite off Louie's ass… shit… that new chocolate flavor must've something in it… it turned me wild beyond imagination! Better control myself next time, if I ever kill one of these boys, I'll put a gun to my head without a second of delay… fuck this.

On a side note, I came up with a VERY FUCKING HOT competition… gonna call it the boy-cake reward next time I have some guests… should be a lot of fun to play it or even watch it…

Before I forget… despite of what I did to Winston today, the boy amazed the fucking hell out of me… I can never tell him that but I fucking admire his will and strength to overcome anything… I think I'm gonna turn him from a pet to an apprentice instead of releasing him… I can see a bright future for him with me and I can use another pair of hands… the stable is taking a lot of my time.

Chapter 11
James? Who's James?

Why would I turn on an annoying mechanical alarm when I have another type of wake-up service which is a lot more convenient and… relaxing? You see, part of a boy-pet's job when he's sleeping in his master's bed is to wake up long before his master does, prepare him a cup of coffee, get his laptop and gently rub his master's love-tool until he wakes up.

Properly trained and always behind a layer of fear for being punished, Lucky had already done everything on his to-do pet list perfectly and was now massaging my balls until I was fully awake. Since I knew I had a long day ahead, I was a kind of hasty with my morning-ritual which usually comprised of another rub from the Stone on my shaft and a good hour or so of having my dick and balls sucked while I lay down, enjoy my coffee and read my e-mail or the news.

Alternately, I got out of bed and fetched Shadow since he was the least used the night before, and was kind enough to leave the other boys asleep. Back in my room, I sat down on the massage sofa and ordered the boy-pets to get me the laptop and coffee. Then, I adjusted the sofa's back so that I was reclining comfortably while still being able to drink my morning beverage and check my e-mail.

Straddle me… I addressed Lucky. Submissively, he climbed up and maneuvered himself until his knees were adjacent to my hip and waited for my command. Then, by shifting my attention to Shadow, I ordered the boy to suck me up to a full erection, which was a rather swift and easy job for an expert cock-sucker.

With a first sip of my coffee, my dick fully erect and my inbox opening, I ordered Shadow to stop sucking and 'please-my-feet' which meant among other things, randomly caressing and pressing his face between them, suck my toes and treat my heels. The docile pet was quick to comply by placing each of my feet on the sofa's footrest as he knelt down to tackle the task ahead.

Start fucking yourself slave… and don't go too fast, I'm not in a hurry, I ordered Lucky, my favorite cow-boy. Even though I was in a hurry to start the day, I still had enough time to enjoy at least a few minutes of morning-relaxation before kicking off the day's schedule.

True to his reputation, Lucky was quick to grab my dick and guide the tip to his anus. Then, he lowered his body gently until my glans were pressing against the boy's entrance and without any hesitation, he held my thighs for balance and slid his body down until his ass swallowed the entire length of my shaft, his butt-cheeks resting completely against my pubes.

Fuck yea… I stuttered as I turned on the sofa's services and set the massaging strength to medium. With another sip of coffee, I opened my inbox and quickly noticed a 'James Herod' message. Go slow you little fuck… I yelled at Lucky who was sliding up and down rather fast on my dick. As the boy was quick to reduce the pace, I turned over to my laptop and opened the message to receive some very pleasing morning news.

Thrust your hip back and forth when you slide on your master's dick you fucking scum, I yelled at Lucky again as I slapped both his ass-cheeks hard. Even though he's a well trained cock-rider who knows how to switch and use various techniques, it seemed as if he was distracted that morning… And you… what the fuck are you doing bitch? Is this how you repay my reward? Scrape my heels and do a good job or both of you will have a long visit to 'the room'… it looks like both of you fucking slaves miss being hung by your feet… do you? Shadow was also performing badly, he was simply sliding my toes in and out of his mouth without performing any detectable suction, furthermore, his teeth barely scraped the surface of my heel's skin and he didn't even bother to caress my soles against his face. However, as soon as I mentioned 'the room's activities', both pets snapped back to their senses with a much improved rhythm.

Lucky finally began to live up to his cowboy reputation as he began twisting and swaying his hip with every thrust, going down on my cock rapidly then retracting slowly, never shy to wiggle his plugged-butt just about enough to increase the overall feeling on my shaft. Furthermore, Shadow's face was now buried between my soles as he caressed and rubbed his cheeks, nose and mouth up and down my man-feet. Every now and then, he would stop and go back to treat my heels, scraping the dead skin off with his teeth, and giving them an occasional bite.

Satisfied that my pets are now working as they should, I switched my attention back to the very important letter on my screen and clicked the reply button.

It's been a long time since I heard anything from James, who was both a very good friend of mine and another boy-hunter who works mainly in central and southern American countries. Little did we know that our initial meeting in a Thai boy-brothel over twenty years ago would develop into sporadic business deals and eventually evolve into a fully-fledged partnership. When we first met, the initial cautiousness of meeting another westerner in an illegal brothel was swiftly eradicated as we realized that we were there for the same reason. Eventually, we agreed to share a single boy for both of us that night as we took the opportunity to get to know each other better.

Anyways, long after that encounter, James and I became business partners, especially when it comes to the trimester auction held every three month in my basement and attended by the top paying customers ring which I invited Cornelli to join.

Since I was able to provide both contacts and facilities, it was James's part to provide a regular supply of the human merchandize everyone seems to yearn for but secretly denies. The reason for such an assumption was because of the 'quality' of my customers which ranged from doctors and lawyers, to high ranking police officers, CEO's and a lawmaker as well.

However, James and I had lost contact for the past year or so, which had a direct and negative impact on my financial status. Due to his absence and my inability to provide a large number of boys to be sold, I had to cancel the auction four-times in a row, which angered some of my customers to the extent that they threatened to 'move-business-elsewhere'.

Thankfully, that message would soon rekindle our morbid business and turn it into a 'multi-purpose' empire, but since I'm having a boy riding on my dick now, the story would have to wait…

Hold still slave, I ordered Lucky as I held his hip and pressed it all the way down. Now that my busy schedule received another urgent matter, I was even hastier to begin my day.

First off, I ordered Shadow to wake the other boys and wait for my arrival. Next, I straightened myself by adjusting the sofa's back and planted my feet firmly onto the footrest. With Lucky still plugged on my dick, I cupped the boy's ass-cheeks tightly and assumed the active role as I began to plow the boy's ass.

Wiggle your ass as I fuck you slave, I yelled with a strong slap to his butt-cheek, simultaneously I grabbed the boy by his hair and forced his head closer until our lips touched. Going for a maximum amount of arousal to insure a fast orgasm, I bit on the boy's lower lip and forced it down as I unleashed my tongue and shoved it inside the young and moist mouth. Rhythmically I tongue-fucked the boy's mouth while I was doing the best I can to cum fast as I plowed his anus with my relentless 8 inches [20 cm] of fuck-stick. Going even further, and since the slapping-sound is another one of my many fetishes and would definitely help build an orgasm, I locked both of our bodies in place by circling the boy's shoulders and pinning his head with my right hand as I wasted no time to strike as many and quick, powerful spanks on the boy's left butt-cheek.

The magical combination of spanking sounds, a tight boy-ass sliding over my dick and a delicious young mouth locked on mine, did their job beautifully as my balls were now bursting with energy, wiggling inside the sack and building the inevitable explosion. Moment later, just as I had left the boy's mouth and was ferociously biting and sucking on his neck while still fucking and spanking his ass, I felt the tension growing and I realized I only had a few seconds left before finding a safe container for my seeds, otherwise, the entire place would soon stink of cum.

Quick to react, I unplugged my dick-toy out and forced him to kneel as I stood up, grabbed the teary child by his hair and ordered him to open his mouth. Swallow it all you fucking cunt… I don't wanna mess this place up, I ordered as I placed the tip of my cock on the boy's open lips and with an inevitable muscle spasm I finally managed to deliver a healthy dose of man-milk to aid my pet-boy's growth. Even more, I was pleased that this time I didn't miss my target and successfully filled the boy's mouth with every single drop of cum that were produced by my aging nuts.

Swallow, I yelled with a mean tug on the boy's hair as I noticed he was having a hard time to drink my love-juice. I knew he was doing his best but he kept on choking and almost threw up a couple of times, threatening to ruin my precious carpet. However, my anxiety soon faded away with the last trace of white slime disappearing from the boy's mouth and down his thirsty throat.

Clean my dick. Again with another pull on the boy's hair, the feeble child who was definitely having a very hard time 'digesting' my thick goo, had no option but to open his mouth and began sucking on my limping dick. For another minute, I stood impatiently as I waited for my used and abused boy-pet to finish his job. However, my impatience soon turned into delight as I noticed that my slave was clearly distraught, probably having a taste of his own intestines and anal juice. Repeatedly, the boy's face scrunched in disgust as he forced himself to run his tongue once and again over the entire length of my gooey shaft until it was all glittery and clean, signaling the end of the boy's current ordeal.

Diary entry: Oct.30.05

Title: James called, Lucky swallowed!

I've just finished my morning ritual and getting ready for today. Can't believe James finally sent an e-mail, this is big news… hopefully we can go back to the good old days.

NB: Lucky swallowed my load today for the first time… he didn't even spill a single drop. He's turning into a use-me-the-way-you-want toy… I like that.

After my unwinding morning fuck and with the last sip of my much-needed morning coffee, I was ready to start the day. Swiftly, I dressed myself up and horded all of my pets who had enjoyed a unique night back to their cubicles. When my last night's nicely-used toys were all back on leash, I went to the kitchen and fetched a three-days-old leftover slime of baked potatoes then stacked my pets dog dishes with today's breakfast, as well as filling the water dishes to the rims.

Eat, I commanded. Except for Chris and Milo who didn't understand but were quick to imitate their pet-neighbors, my boy-pets were instantly on all-fours with their heads sunk into their dog dishes as they hungrily chewed on the tasteless gruel, occasionally sticking their tongues out to grasp as much water as they could to ease the swallowing of the thick and disgusting stuff.

I'm such a fucking good trainer… I reflected as I strolled around, mastering my pets breakfast, utterly pleased that the result of my hard work is showing impeccably.

As a master, I had every reason to be proud of my pets, because I had spent a significant time and worked hard to see that they learned the 'proper behavior when your master is present' section of the boy-pet training program. And now that I'm reaping the seeds of my work seeing that none of my boy-pets are using their hands to eat or drink, thus acting like proper pets, I can neither complain nor be any happier!

Nonetheless, by the end of the ten-minute breakfast time, my initial happiness soon took a blow as I noticed that Samson failed to finish his dish, earning himself a punishment. On any other day, I would've actually been happy to have fun as I punish my pets to my heart's content. However, today was already crammed and Milo's training is already running late.

As I paused for a few moments to think of a fast yet painful punishment, the room fell under a complete and eerie silence as my pets virtually cut their breaths, afraid to irritate me even more if they make a noise, all the while waiting impatiently to see what their friend's fate would be.

The child was in a dire situation… both the Parakeet and the Fork were a pair of extremely painful devices and no man let alone a helpless boy, in his sane brain, could ever choose to be subject to any… however, time was ticking and the weeping child was probably trying to decide which would hurt less. With only a few seconds left, he finally raised his trembling and shaking arm and hesitantly, raised one finger.

Very well then, here's another delicious dish… finish it all, I instructed him as I refilled his dish. The reason for that was to have his stomach full to the brim which would cause even more pain when his punishment starts. Then, I went to unleash Winston, since I need another pair of hands to secure Samson into the painful device. Finally, I refilled all of my pets' water dishes, except for Milo and Sparky, and ordered them to drink again and a third time as well, their bladders would soon be needed…

Unable to control his shivering and his horrified look, Samson once again barked twice, which technically meant that he was pleading for forgiveness as he licked the last remaining spot in his dish. Unimpressed, I unleashed him and ordered Samson, Winston, Sparky and Milo to follow me to the training room.

Passing through the Pony, the Pole, the Box and the Spit-roast, I reached for the farthest corner of the room where the Parakeet was installed. Shoving the trembling Samson to the ground, I rotated his body with my foot, forcing him to lie straight on his back and began to prepare his miserable body for the upcoming treat.

The first step began as I bound the boy's ankles tightly together using a thick rope, then moved on to join his wrists using another set of rope. Next, I held the boy's wrist rope and forced his spread arms to extend upwards in a 90 degree angle above his chest. Then I grabbed the ankle ropes and maneuvered the boy's legs by bending his knees and thighs, forcing them upwards until they were tucked neatly between the boy's arms, causing his wrists to rest on his tibias just above the ankles. The best way to understand what it is by imagining someone in a fetal position and dangling from a horizontal rod, similar to what a Parakeet looks like when it clenches its claws on the rod it usually stands on and playfully swings its body upside down.

Moving on, I brought the Parakeet's rather thin but sturdy metal rod and slid it through the tunnel over the boy's elbows and under his knees. Finally, I ordered Winston to grab the metal rod from one end as I handled the other end and on my command, we lifted the metal rod with the boy attached and secured it on the Parakeet's wooden bars.

You look beautiful… I said as I eyed the boy's body gently swinging back and forth. I'll tell you what, I'll be training Milo now, if you manage to stay for fifteen-minutes without screaming, I'll let you off because I'm such a nice master. However, if you scream or if I can even hear you cry, I'll have Winston swing your body which will cause you a lot more pain… ready to play? I taunted as I ordered Winston to kneel near his friend and wait for my commands. The reason for picking Winston for this task wasn't actually for the sole purpose of helping me lift Samson. Ever since his remarkable defiance yesterday, I knew that I could design a different future for him, that I won't have to release him as he hits puberty and instead, have him as a valuable asset and a valuable helper, in short, I was going to transform him into a mini-me.

I knew without a shred of doubt, that Winston would soon receive the 'swing-the-birdie' order because I knew that even healthy and physically fit adults can't endure the pain caused by this device, since the weight of the entire body presses at the top of the calves and under the knee, with a fair amount of pressure on the forearms as well. Not only that, the body posture caused by the arms and legs being bound in this manner, meant that the neck muscles would soon succumb to the weight of the head which would eventually bend backwards as far as it could go, adding tremendous neck and shoulder pain. Finally, after a lengthy exposure to the Parakeet, every single joint in the body would eventually start to feel sore, mainly around the hip.

Imagine all of this pain, and then add to it a swinging motion which would maximize the pain and adds a burn-feeling caused by the metal rod's friction against the flesh. And if all of that isn't enough, a little game of water boarding would definitely do the job.

Anyways, now that my little bird is comfortable and only a few steps away, I went towards Sparky and Milo who were kneeling down with their heads bent, occasionally stealing a glance at their tormented friend.

Milo's lessons for today would include a few mainly behavioral commands, which meant teaching him how to assume the different positions required with each command as well as to start understanding basic voice commands such as 'Come', 'Follow Me' and the likes. With my clicker ready, Sparky attentive, as well as a large bag of jelly beans which would be the pet-rewards whenever Milo passes a test.

Milo's Behavioral Training
3: Come, Stay & Good boy!

Starting off easy, I gestured to Milo that he should watch, moved away a couple of steps from Sparky then tapped my foot once, which is the 'come' command. Immediately, the boy-pet crawled towards me and assumed the correct RTS (ready-to-serve) position. With a gentle pat on his head (dismissed) and a jelly bean tossed into his mouth, Sparky returned to his original stance.

With the intention to avoid punishing Milo and to make sure he understand the 'foot tapping' as well as the relevant voice command 'Come' and the required pet position perfectly, I repeated the same process with Sparky for at least six times using both forms and rewarding him with a bean for every repetition. Assuming that by now Milo should've understood the process, I turned my attention to my boy-pet apprentice for an initial test.

Time to see if you're smart enough boy, I thought to myself as I faced Milo and tapped my foot once. Pleasingly, the boy understood and was as quick and efficient as Sparky to assume the correct RTS. With a gentle tap on his head as well as the earned reward, he was also quick to return to his original stance, a couple of steps away. Encouraged, I voice-commanded him and was further delighted that even though his English comprehension is near zero, he was beginning to act as a proper pet by understanding basic pet commands in human language. Encouraging my pets by means of a reward often proved to have positive effects on the learning process, therefore, I chose to be generous and tossed a couple of beans into the boy's open mouth with every successful repetition. After going through the same foot and voice commands for at least a dozen times, I was finally convinced that the boy did learn his lesson and was ready to learn a new trick.

Milo's Behavioral Training
4: When Master Walks, I Must Follow!

Shifting my attention to Sparky again, I stood next to the boy and by clicking TTPTT; I began to walk and was swiftly followed by Sparky, crawling on all fours. When I was done demonstrating this order using the clicker and the relevant voice command 'Follow Me' for another six repetitions, it was time to put Milo to his next test.

It seems as if yesterdays' ordeal vitalized the boy's brain cells as he passed the test with both forms, six consecutive times without a single mistake, earning himself a few more of the deliciously colored candy.

However, these tricks must be engraved in his brain, to become a part of his nature and never to be forgotten, therefore I wanted to check if he still remembers yesterday's lesson. For that, and without giving him any hint, I moved away from him and decided to put the three commands he had learned so far to the test.

Facing him yet around nine feet [2½ m] away, I tapped my foot once and was pleased to see him crawl until he reached me and performed the RTS perfectly. Next, I clicked TTPTT and strolled around the room then went to check on Samson, growing utterly pleased that Milo didn't fail as he obediently crawled behind me all the way. Finally and without prior hints or even looking at him, I blurted Roll Over. To my content, Milo was quick to assume the DROB without a second of delay and with a Milo he was beautifully posed in a DSHL.

Good boy… I congratulated his success with some more candy. However, as soon as I was throwing the third bean inside the boy's mouth, a barely audible yet sufficiently loud Ahhhhh echoed to my ears, drawing an unintentional grin on my face. Samson has finally surrendered and was no longer able to control his pain as he burst into repetitive agonized groans and tears…

You should've gone for the fork Samson… No, you should've eaten my precious breakfast and you wouldn't have been going through this… I taunted.

Addressing Winston, I ordered the boy to swing Samson gently back and forth and slap his friend's ass with all his strength every thirty seconds, under the threat that if he doesn't, he would also find himself in trouble. Probably unwilling to hurt his friend of misery yet fearing a similar punishment, Winston complied without any delay as he began swinging the boy and landing beautiful smacks on his ass-cheeks every once in a while.

Good… keep doing that and you might sleep in a bed tonight as well, I mumbled as I added a few notes to my e-diary.

Diary Entry: Oct.21.05

Title: Winston's doing good!

I've started preparing Winston for his new role without him realizing it. Gradually, he will discover the pleasures of sadism and human-ownership, and with me for a mentor; he should be able to climb the ladder from a pet to a master in no time and without any hesitations. I mean… just looking at him spanking Samson gives me the chills… this boy wasn't meant to be a pet, he's meant to be a master… I'll see to that personally.

Milo's Behavioral Training
5: How & When Should a Pet Say Woof!

With my new oblivious-apprentice having a taste of sadism, I clicked TTPTT and Milo who was still waiting behind me as I checked on Samson, followed me obediently until we reached Sparky. I was actually a bit surprised that Milo didn't lose focus and was quick to respond to the clicker, unlike most new-boy-pets who usually get bored waiting for their master to finish whatever he is doing and eventually fail to notice the clicker command the first few times.

Milo's new lesson would be to teach him how and when should boy-pets talk to their masters, therefore, I went to fetch the needed items. From my medicine cabinet, I brought a box of Aspirin, from the kitchen I fetched a box of cereals and a bottle of water, and from the stable I got two dog dishes.

Placing the dishes in front of Sparky, I ordered him to ask for food, assuming an RTS, Sparky barked once and waited as I poured just a little bit of cereals into his dish then began to eat. Again, we went through the demonstrations for a few times and when tested, Milo passed although barking pathetically and sounding rather funny, he had just learned his first pet-word.

Again with another word, Milo learned that for water he had to assume an RTS and bark twice in a row, which he also managed to pass, yet he really needed to work on his barks. His third word was to learn to convey if he is sick. For that, I had Sparky pretend that his stomach is hurting him which he did in a rather comical, overacting way. A few seconds later, he assumed the RTS and barked three times. However, this was a bit tough to understand and after a few unsuccessful attempts, Milo finally realized what it was meant for and managed to understand it.

Finally, for his last word which for his own sake he should understand well, I turned my back around and ordered Sparky to intentionally hit my leg. When he did, I turned around and pretended to be mad at him, yelling and pulling at his hair. To say sorry, he barked twice with a second delay in between while giving me a sad and sorry look, until I let go of his hair and patted his head in satisfaction. Again, I gave Milo a few more demonstrations and in no time, Milo's pet-vocabulary was full with four words, 'food', 'water', 'I'm sick' and 'I'm sorry'… that's more than enough for a pet to learn.

With Milo's training coming out nicely and Samson's screams filing the entire room in a beautiful harmony, I decided to give Milo a break and finish the Parakeet punishment. Therefore, I went and unleashed all of my remaining pets except for Chris and ordered them to stand in a semi-circle from Samson's head which was swinging backwards.

Next, I ordered Winston to stop the rocking and spanking as I placed a large urine tray underneath Samson, took a thick leather belt from a nearby shelf and positioned myself at Samson's' feet, a couple of steps away from his ass. Since I had already ordered all of my pets to drink a large quantity of water, I was certain that their bladders were full and they needed release. And what better way to both relieve my pets and increase a sinner's punishment than combining the two goals together in a beautiful scene?

As I always do, I practiced with a couple of airborne aimless swings for better accuracy and to define a proper strength level, then ordered Bandit to stand in front of me.

Aim for Samson's dick and pee… you have one-minute, if you don't pee, you'll be punished as well… I threatened as the frightened boy complied. Confused yet eager to escape punishment, Bandit stood in front of me, spread his legs a bit as he held his little cock and in less than ten seconds, a semi-arch stream of transparent pee was flying through the air and landing over Samson's dick. Within seconds, the hot liquid began its invading descent to infiltrate every crevice and every fold of flesh on Samson's waist. Seemingly a bad aimer, Bandit's torrent landed over Samson's dick as well as shifting to directly hit the hanging boy's balls and crack. Within seconds, Samson's entire ass, the back of his thighs, as well as his butt-crack and balls were glittering against the light.

Having had his wiz, I ordered Bandit back to the semi-circle as I swung the belt, swishing through the air and thrashing Samson's shimmering wet buttocks. As trained and tolerant he is, Samson was definitely no match for neither the Parakeet, nor the wet beating which would sting and cause more pain than regular and classic whipping. Therefore, as soon as he had received his first lash, he let out a mighty scream as his bound limbs shuddered in pain and suffering.

I told you… you should've finished your breakfast… I said indifferently as I raised my belt and landed another whip aimed at Samson's right butt-cheek and the back of his thigh. Again, the poor boy had no choice but to scream his lungs out, wailing loudly.

Open your mouth and don't even dare to close it you little slut… your friends need to pee and you'll be today's urine-stall… OPEN YOUR MOUTH! I yelled at the miserable boy whose head was hanging low loosely, a foot over the urine tray.

Lucky … take position and aim for his mouth and nostrils… I want to see you hit his nostrils with your pee otherwise, you will be punished too! I menaced. Again, my powerless pet obeyed as he grabbed his little prick and within seconds, Samson's mouth was beginning to fill with boy-pee which could neither be swallowed because of his head's upside down position nor avoided for fear of a more severe punishment. When his abused mouth was filled to the brim, the watery treat began pouring out of the corners of Samson's' mouth, dripping over his cheeks, down to his hair and finally landing in the urine tray.

I said… aim your stream at his nostrils! luckily for Lucky, his bladder wasn't empty yet and managed to avoid a punishment as he quickly handled his penis and emptied his remaining liquid directly over Samson's nostrils, which caused a similar waterboarding sensation of drowning.

Good… good, I said as I landed a couple more whips across the boy's entire butt. Shadow, you're next… aim for his nostrils only. Sparky, get over here and aim for your friend's chest. Both pets assumed positions and within a second they were also watering the hanging boy with hot boy-urine, with Sparky bathing Samson's body and Shadow causing his friend some more misery by provoking the drowning sensation. Simultaneously, I wasted no time as I swung a couple more whips across the boy's thighs, cheeks and an unintentional yet very cruel hit which landed the belt's end across Samson's scrotum and the rest over his crack…

Between having to hold his breath because of his nostrils being showered and the scrotum lash he received, he was completely devastated as he couldn't scream nor tolerate the pain. Instead, he could do nothing but struggle violently against his restraints, shivering and trembling like an autumn leaf.

By the time both boys had finished emptying their bladders, I had already whipped the boy with ten cruel lashes. Before wrapping it up however, I allowed Louie who hadn't peed yet, to relief his bladder inside Samson's mouth as well then herded him, Shadow, Lucky and Bandit back to their cubicles.

Don't even think this is over yet, I yelled at Samson as I came back from the stable with my camera. I ordered Winston to empty and wash the urine tray as I began taking a couple of photos to commemorate this occasion, much like I usually do then took my e-diary for a new entry.

Diary Entry: Oct.30.05

Title: Parakeet

I've just finished whipping Samson; he's shuddering like hell and covered in pee. (Note to self, download the pictures from cam to laptop… gotta show some of the not-so-convinced customers how fun it is to own a boy-pet.

NB: Winston's up for a treat… he doesn't know it yet but I'm pretty sure he won't be disappointed by what he's gonna experience now… oh, he doesn't seem to notice that I'm allowing him to walk a lot more than I used to… he'll soon figure it out though!

By the time I had finished my entry, Winston was back with the urine tray which he then put back in place.

Help me take the boy down, I said in a much calmer and a lot less stern tone than I usually do when I give orders. With his help, we both held the rod from each end and lifted it then placed Samson down on the floor.

Untie him, bathe him, put him on a leash, and come back here walking while he crawls behind you. If he refuses to do so, pull him by the chained leash, if he still refuses to crawl, you are allowed to come here and speak to me in normal language, I will deal with his refusal. I said as I watched his careless and void expression turn into a confused yet somehow intrigued look. He was still oblivious of what I was trying to do yet, since he was still a pet, he had no other choice but to comply. My intention was to give him a taste of the feeling you get when you tower above a boy-pet crawling obediently behind you.

As Winston abided and began to execute the order, I turned my attention to Sparky and Milo who were still kneeling and waiting for me. Since it's already dinner time, I decided to give Milo another lesson while Winston finishes his job.

Milo's Behavioral Training
6: On your knees, Suck me!

In an effort to combine both of my goals to teach Milo as well as prepare Winston for his new role as his master's apprentice, I decided that Milo's sixth lesson would be one which he would very probably fail. The reason for that is because this is when he will receive his first taste of man-dick, and if experience had taught me anything, is that no matter how obedient or well-behaved a boy's natural character is, he would very likely resist or at least hesitate on his first encounter.

If Milo complies by any chance, he would receive his regular treat and would be given the day off. However, if he simply hesitates which is very likely, he'll find out that this time, his punishment would be supervised and executed by… Winston. Two-birds in one stone… or so the saying goes!

Sparky, I shouted as I clicked TPT (on your knees) command. As always, Sparky was quick to respond by crawling over and assuming the 'Blowjob Stance'. With a TTPT (undress-me), he reached for my belt and undid my pants, lowering them down as well as my boxers. Finally, upon hearing a TPTT (suck-me) he was quick to open his mouth and slide my dick inside.

Don't suck just put it in your mouth next time, I instructed him then repeated the process for over a dozen-times since it had three different clicker commands and I wanted to make sure that Milo understands is perfectly before his test.

With the twelfth repetition complete, I turned over to Milo and realized even without testing him that he had a very hesitant, disgusted look upon his face… clearly the orgy he witnessed yesterday wasn't convincing enough for him. Anyways, I would never flunk a pet or punish it without a proper test, therefore, I gave Milo the TPT and without a second of delay, he was beautifully positioned, his face inches away from my concealed-behind-clothes cock. With the TTPT, he also showed better determination than a lot of other pets since he didn't hesitate and properly undressed me, revealing my erect cock, swinging a bite away from his mouth.

Moment of truth boy… let's see what you're made of, I thought to myself as I clicked TPTT. Unsurprisingly, instead of opening his mouth and encircling my cock without questioning, he raised his face to look at mine, as if he was pleading me not to do it. The boy's silent plead earned him nothing but a good slap on his cheek… You better pass you little cunt, I blurted then repeated the TPTT command, giving him another chance to escape a very, and I mean very cruel punishment.

This time, instead of looking into my eyes, he actually opened his mouth timidly and as soon as his lips were literally a needle away from my dick, he stopped.

Very well… let's see if you like being roasted, I said calmly as I ushered Sparky who immediately shuddered at the mentioning of 'The Spit-roast' to his cubicle, he won't be needed for the next couple of days. However, for an even better experience of what I had in mind, I released Bandit and ordered him to follow me.

The moment I was back to the training room, Winston walked in holding Samson by the leash. Good… take this, I said as I gave Winston THE KEY (a master key which locks/unlocks all the boys leashes, including Winston's). Pleased that I could notice an utterly amazed and boggled look on his face, I added: herd Samson back into his cubicle, lock him good and when he's secured, come back here… do a good job and you'll soon be reaping unexpected rewards…

The second Winston learned of a reward, his amazed look soon turned into excitement or anticipation as he hurriedly finished the task and came back, returning my key.

Good boy Winston… Good boy. From now on, you won't have to crawl behind me anymore. When I need you, you will be allowed to walk like normal… if I find that you're doing a good job and executing my orders well, you'll also earn more and more rewards… Knowing that he was still not allowed to talk and wanting to thank me, he quickly went down on his knees and assumed a lovely TYM (thank-you-master) posture.

Stand up and stay close… I said to him as I clenched on a handful of Milo's hair and dragged the poor boy all the way to the 'Spit-roast', the most horrid torture device to ever dwell in that room. With Winston's help, I took the metal rod and placed it on the ground, opening the leather straps from each side of the rod as wide as they would go. Then, I dragged poor Milo and forced him to lie on his back over the rod, grabbed his hands and stretched them all the way up. Next I began to tighten and fasten each strap starting at the ankles then moving to another strap just below the knee and another one just above it to completely immobilize the flexible joint. Moving up, I secured the hip strap, abdomen, chest, neck and forehead, then all the way up to the arms, forearms and wrists, double checking that all the restraints were fastened as tightly as possible, to keep the body well attached to the rod and prevent any part of it to dangle or even move an inch.

When I was done securing my boy-roast, I instructed Winston to lift one end as I did the other until we placed the rod on the pillars. With Milo's naked body beautifully stretched to its length and tightly secured above the spit-roast's surface, I moved on to fix the rod's handle to the engine and turned it on. As the engine came alive with its faint buzzing sound, the rod securing Milo's body began to rotate the poor child while I moved on to light the rods.

After I instructed Winston to fetch the special liquid and fill the bucket, I juiced the heat rods with electricity and adjusted the gauge to produce very limited, mild heat. With Winston's return, I stopped the engine's rotation and began the process of greasing the boy's entire body to prevent skin burns or cause death; after all I'm a torture fan, not a killer. Making sure not to miss a single spot, I applied enough liquid to every single inch of the boy's flesh, going as far as spreading and greasing between his toes and the entire length of his butt-crack. Next, I fastened the blindfold around the boy's eyes for protection against the heat and by the time I was done preparing the boy, his body was beautifully shimmering head-to-toe, eager to be roasted.

For a few moments, I kept my eye on the gauge until it was producing just about enough heat to start causing the boy a slight discomfort. With that, I turned on the engine once again and stood completely idle for a couple of moments, admiring the beautiful body of a naked child, glittering against the light, spinning tranquilly and would soon start producing a beautiful symphony of weeping, wailing and screaming.

Satisfied that the boy-cooking process is underway and since I was already aware that it'll take at least an hour before the boy is well roasted and adequately punished, I instructed (instead of ordered) Winston to help me carry my spectator's leather sofa which was rather large and heavy until we placed it with a slight angle instead of facing directly, a couple of feet away from 'The Roast'. Then, he helped me to fetch a wide coffee table and placed it in front of the sofa. Finally, I explained to Winston how to use both the heat and speed regulators as well as the proper use of the roast's fork, spatula and paddle and told him to 'tend' to the roast as well as wait for my orders-cum-instructions.

Since the sofa was carefully angled to allow for a good view even if I had a guest in my lap, I took that advantage and commanded Bandit to straddle my waist. It'll be a lot better if I'm chewing on a boy's flesh while I watch the show, I thought to myself as I held Bandit's sides and ordered him to bend his torso and head backwards.

As the boy-pet complied, his chest and abdomen were now beautifully exposed to my hungry eyes. Unfaltering, I let my tongue out and ran it all the way from the bottom of the boy's abdomen, over his belly-button, through his chest line and up to the base of his neck, stopping at the notch and leaving a small trail of wet saliva behind. Hungry as always and horny as hell, I treated myself to Bandit's areolas, biting and chewing on each of the pinky and erect buttons as I slid my hands downwards to grope the boy's tender butt-cheeks. Every now and then, I would make sure the boy isn't very comfortable by slightly biting on the sensitive and fully erect nipples.

Raise the heat by one degree and decrease the rotation by one notch, I instructed Winston, which he did, skillfully and without any hesitation.

Knowing that I'll be a couple more minutes before the show really kicks-in, I took my time bathing Bandit's chest and tender shoulders, softly gnawing and sensually chewing on his tender boy-flesh while keeping my hands busy as they caressed the boy's silky and incredibly tender thighs. Gradually, I gave my hands complete freedom as they explored around, caressing the boy's sides and chest, occasionally sliding around to his back and down to the boy's immaculate butt-cheeks.

Meanwhile, I held and adjusted the child's head and pressing it towards mine; I planted an initial kiss on the boy's voluptuous and velvety lips. Unlike Louie whose lips were still too small to provide an adequate sensation, Bandit's fuller and much better shaped lips were practically a playground for mine as I gently yet lusciously kissed the boy's mouth, licking his incredibly delicious lips occasionally and probing the insides of his oral cave with my well trained tongue.

Grab the spatula and start pulping Milo's abdomen and both of his thighs, I instructed Winston as I returned to indulge myself in Bandit's generosity. However, as my tongue was on a trip, pressing against and licking the length of the boy's SCM neck muscle, I heard the spatula cracking down violently on Milo's abdomen.

Fuck not that hard you idiot… you're gonna ruin the fucking show! I yelled as I heard Milo let out a mighty high pitched shriek.

The roast was designed to induce gradual amounts of pain, therefore causes the boy to start with faint moaning as he begins to feel the slightest amount of pain caused by the heat, consequently and due to increased exposure, these faint moans would start to increase into whines, grunts, groans and finally into uncontrollable screams of utter suffering…

Here give me this… I said as I put Bandit aside for a second, stood up and reached for the spatula. Watch and learn, I said to Winston as I demonstrated the proper method by mildly patting the boy's abdomen and thighs with the metal device. See? Not so hard but slightly powerful to cause just a little bit of pain… now run to the kitchen and get me a bottle of chocolate syrup, and hurry back.

In no time, Winston was back with the required item. Good… you're doing very good… now take this and show me if you're a fast learner or not, I said as I took the bottle of syrup and gave the spatula back to Winston. Apparently he did learn quickly and after a couple of clumsy pats, he was properly pounding the naked body. Good… keep doing it and keep switching between the abdomen and thighs… do a good job and you'll even earn a very nice reward, I added casually as I went back to take my seat.

Ordering Bandit on the table, I manhandled the boy's body so that his hip was slightly jutting from the table's edge, leaving the boy's legs easily maneuverable. Next, I adjusted myself on the sofa, grabbed the boy's left ankle and pulled it so that his foot was a few inches away from my hungry mouth. Holding the boy's chewable delicacy in one hand and the bottle of syrup in the other, I poured and smeared just about enough of the brownish goo to cover the boy's entire calve, foot and toes.

As I laid the bottle of syrup down and was having my first mouth-full of the boy's calve between my teeth, Milo's now audible moans began to fill the room, overriding the engine's faint buzz, the squeaking sound caused by the rotation of the rod and adding a much needed musical atmosphere to the otherwise, eerily silent room.

Beautiful… Now raise the heat for another degree but keep the rotation speed, I mumbled clumsily with my mouth still full of the boy's calve-flesh… somehow however, Winston managed to understand my stuttering and quickly adjusted the heat.

With Milo's moans flowing beautifully and slightly gaining intensity, I was busily licking clean the remaining trails of chocolate on Bandit's calves and ankle, never hesitant to sink my teeth and chew hard every once in a while, causing Bandit to squirm and groan silently. When I was done, I shifted my attention to the boy's foot but before moving on, I instructed Winston to let go of the spatula and give the boy's body another coat of liquid while reducing the speed another notch.

As I watched my new apprentice tackling the job as he beautifully painted the tormented boy's body, I opened my mouth and sent a bite down on the boy's midfoot or arch, causing Bandit to let out a well desired shriek. Undeterred, I went for another bite across the boy's forefoot, sliding my teeth and lips to feel each tendon, vein and muscle squirm underneath my lips. Overjoyed with the sensitive and tender skin squirming in my mouth, I pampered myself some more as I licked the boy's foot clean, varying between forceful and lengthy licks on the sole, arch and over the entire surface of his forefoot, to occasional bites landing randomly and causing a beautiful squeal with every bite. Finally, taking care of each of the ten, beautifully sculpted, utterly clean and immensely gratifying toes, I made sure to slide each one in, wiggle it around with a few bites and spitting it out…

After a while, and as I neared my fetishist fulfillment, Milo's moans became louder. By this time, Winston had already finished adding a second coat of liquid to the boy's body and was standing idly, watching the ten-year-old boy being nearly-cooked slowly, rotating on a screeching rod and whimpering in an ever augmenting level of pain.

Letting go of Bandit once more, I went up to check on the delightful boy-BQ. As I examined and congratulated Winston's well done job, I moved on to teach him on how to properly operate and torture a boy being roasted.

You must never stand idly and watch, otherwise you'll burn the 'food'… don't you think? I asked, to no answer as Winston knew he was still a pet and not allowed to talk. Pleased that he hasn't been spoiled by the privileges he had earned today, I decided to give him an even better reward, drawing him closer to become an apprentice. As Winston stood and gazed at me, knowing that he wasn't allowed to speak, I smiled at him both reassuringly & admiringly as I took the barbecue fork and poked Milo's body a couple of times before putting the fork down and handing Winston the leather paddle.

Yesterday, you were very good even though I know you must've hurt a lot, I also know that you are a very brave boy, that's why I like you even though I never told you so, and that's why starting today, I am giving you two options… you can stay a pet until you hit puberty, which is something that will happen naturally and eventually to your body, causing your dick to become hairy and big like mine, or, you can stop being a pet from this instant and I will teach you how to have fun like I do, that also means you'll eat, drink and sleep properly as well as learn a lot of exciting things… you can reply now, and don't worry… it's not a trap, I'm allowing you to speak… so what would you like to be?

Winston's dark blue eyes which often wondered aimlessly as well as his natural vague and dull yet defiant expression quickly disappeared as his eyes began to literally glow and an expression of utter confusion ate on his face. For a minute or so, he looked at me silently, baffled by my offer and clearly unable to make a choice. Something told me that he was a miniature version of me, that he was enjoying the roast, and that his defiant and brave nature could qualify him to walk the path I chose to walk… I had a feeling, or a hunch that he too likes to be a master, that he loves to be in command…

I could feel he was afraid, that he wanted to say something but was still locked behind the very thick curtain of fear that I have imposed on him for such a long time. Therefore, I decided to ease his job by asking him questions with a yes or no option, while tending to Milo's body…

Winston's extremely confused look soon began to melt as his boy-dick stiffened to a healthy 5 incher [13 cm], caused by Bandit's mouth bobbing in and out. Gradually, his face became shrouded with a cool and relaxed expression, definitely feeling the pleasures of a boy's mouth. However, since he has never had an orgasm before, at least not in front of me, I was still unsure if he could produce cum or not, therefore, I watched silently while I took care of the roasting body's needs for an occasional paddle, to keep the blood circulating properly.

Winston's untrained yet highly sensitive miniature tool was beginning to tingle, the look on his face said it all as he closed his eyes, opened his mouth for just a little bit, as if he wanted to scream and arched his back slightly… a few moments later, the boy's entire body tensed as he let out an animalistic yet childish groan of pleasure, signaling a definite 'first orgasm of my life'. Furthermore, it turned out that not only did he reach ecstasy, but that his body was also prepared to produce cum, albeit in a small, almost transparent quantity which found its way onto Bandit's sealed lips.

Pleased that the boy had the first orgasm of his life while he was being sucked by another young boy, giving an intended from me yet subliminal message from his own body that… yea… boys are fun. Not only that, but he also came while Milo was moaning softly, which was also another subliminal message to his young brain which could, hopefully from my part, couple with the initial message to read 'boys are fun and they're even more fun when they scream'. Anyways, I gave Winston a couple of minutes to return from his ecstatic trance then moved on to see where it would lead.

Pleased that my plan worked, I readjusted the rotation and heat and gave Winston the paddle, demonstrating to him how to use it and when it should be used. Then, I showed him the proper use of the fork and gave him permission to play however he wanted as I sat back down on the sofa, ordered Bandit to service my dick and reclined back to watch the show.

A few minutes after Bandit began sliding his heavenly lips over my dick, Winston finally got the courage to act on his own, as soon as he looked at me, I nodded in confirmation and soon enough, he took the paddle and landed a first blow to Milo's body, causing the traumatized boy to squeal.

Good… but you should remember that you must always start soft then go stronger… now show me another one. The boy's dominating appetite soon began to surface, showing absolutely no remorse or discomfort as he inflicted pain on poor Milo, raising then landing the paddle down over different parts of the boy's tormented body. Suck deeper you little fuck, I ordered Bandit, who still had a lot to learn about the oral art. Now, grab the fork and prod Milo's thighs, be careful though, you only need to apply a little pressure because his skin is heated and very tender now, try not to stab the boy, I instructed and watched as Winston brought the fork and properly jabbed Milo's thighs, causing a very small stream of blood to flow. That's good… when a boy is on the roast, he should bleed a little bit to keep his blood circling inside his body properly… Now, do it again on his chest, his abdomen and both of his arms, again, the boy proved to be a good bet as he did exactly as he was told, unafraid of the little stream of red liquid, undeterred my Milo's flowing tears, pathetic pleads in that alien language and definitely beginning to feel the kinky and obscure craving for dominance.

You better start doing a better job or I will roast your fucking ass as well you fucking piece of shit, I yelled at Bandit who was barely sliding his mouth to cover my glans and just a little bit of my shaft. Terrified by what Milo was going through, Bandit soon opened his mouth as wide as he could and took another inch inside, sucking as hard as he could.

Decrease the speed by a notch and increase the heat by two degrees… I said to Winston while I pulled my dick out of Bandit's mouth and began slapping it hard across his face and lips, angered at his pathetic performance… the minute he burst into silent tears, I pulled on the boy's hair and tilted his face then began rubbing my dick over his sealed lips, occasionally forcing it inside his mouth deep enough to cause a bulge on the boy's cheek as the tip of my cock hit the tender insides, then pulling out… meanwhile, I watched as Winston finally managed to get 'into' the game as he began switching between the spatula and the paddle, experimenting and hitting various parts of Milo's reddening skin.

By this time, I began growing impatient as the feeling I was getting by rubbing my dick against the boy's lips was minimal. Since Bandit was still a bad sucker and I was too busy monitoring Winston and enjoying the show to properly invade Bandit's tiny and unprepared ass, I stood up and forced Bandit back on the table. Before I moved on to the next step, Milo's groans were now evolving into high pitched shrieks.

Back to my own pleasure, I grabbed Bandit's ankles and maneuvered his legs so that his feet were close to my groin, afterwards, I laid my palms across the boy's forefeet and brought them together, causing the boy's soles to press tightly against my aching dick. At least your feet can do the job you pathetic little fuck, I grunted as I began fucking the boy's feet relentlessly.

Overjoyed and ecstatic that Winston was finally allowing the kinky feeling to take control, I watched as he increased the heat and as he got caught in the moment, began whipping the boy's entire body with the paddle. Milo's already overheated body and whose screams were now echoing through the entire stable, soon found out that his new and unexpected 'master' was as cruel and harsh as me, giving him a taste of actual hell as he landed the paddle across every single part of the boy's stretched and immobilized frame.

As for Bandit, I was almost certain that his hip was beginning to ache due to the violent maneuvering his legs were receiving as I constantly slid the boy's feet over the length of my shaft. However, not out of concern to the boy's well being but for own pleasure, I pinned the boy's feet in place, squeezed them tight around my cock and began rubbing my raging pole violently, sliding it all the way until I bump my groin against the sides of the boy's feet then retracting back in fast yet furious slides.

For minutes, I kept ramming the delicious and tender feet, completely submerging myself in the erotic and very rewarding sensation while I glanced every once in a while to watch Winston playing with Milo's body in a manner befitting a future master. As I began to feel my balls waking up, moving around and jiggling inside my scrotum, I let go of the foot-fucking fest and manhandled Bandit's body by rotating him all the way around so that his head was now dangling from the side of the table.

Next, I adjusted my position and bent over until my ball-sac hit the boy's face. Supporting my body weight by grabbing Bandit's bent knees; I yelled at him to open his mouth, jammed most of the elastic flesh inside the moist cave and ordered the boy to start sucking on my balls. Aroused and well serviced but not enough to cum, I ordered the boy to grab and jack my cock as he sucked on my balls, which he did, albeit clumsily since his body position was making it hard for him to do so.

However, the job was being done as I could feel the tension growing more and more, signaling an upcoming explosion. Hastily, I pulled my sac out of the boy's mouth and grabbing his arms, shoved him off the table and down on the floor as I jumped in a hurry to straddle the boy's chest. Meanwhile, the sound of the leather paddle swishing through the air and producing a melodious sound as it pounded the boy's body was filling the air, signaling that Milo could no longer scream and had surrendered to the excruciating pain stabbing on each cell of his tender body.

Within moments, I leaned over Bandit's head, my cock swinging an inch above his face and with a roaring grunt, I screamed fuck over and over again as my dick finally exploded, splattering my cum all over the boy's divine face, on his lips and even over his eyelids…

Shiiiit… oh fuck this is good… This is damn fucking good Winston… you'll come to appreciating this very soon, I said while I was grasping the air, still straddling the tiny body. After pausing to catch my breath, I finally stood up and ordered Bandit to crawl all the way back and clean himself inside his cubicle's shower.

With that, I took the paddle and waited for Milo's rotating body to face upwards to deal a couple of whips over the boy's chest while Winston held the spatula and was imitating me by hitting the boy's thighs. However, I could notice that Milo was on the verge of passing out even though I couldn't see his eyes because of the blindfold. His screams had stopped almost completely and his entire body was trembling head to toe, jolting violently every once in a while in uncontrolled reflexes. As it was, it provided a perfect opportunity to show Winston the meaning of Milo's face and body movement, explained what it was and told him to stop the machine… Finally, I got my camera, snapped as many photos as possible, making sure to zoom in and out, showing each part of the boy's body and taking general pictures of the whole set for my archive and to taunt my customers even more.

Milo's long and excruciating-beyond-imagination ordeal finally came to an end, however, the physical pain which was literally eating on each single of fiber of the boy's body, would soon disappear and his body will go back to normal in a couple of days. However, the mental barrier of extreme and utter fear which now engulfs the boy's soul will be engraved in his brain for a very long time. Consequently, he will have a very low if not completely destroyed shield, and he will be extremely vulnerable to obey any order which comes from his master, thus easing his metamorphosis from a boy to a pet.

With my new assistant's help, we took Milo who had just passed out off the machine, unstrapped him and carried him back to his cubicle. Now that I was starting to give Winston new responsibilities, I gave him a tube of soothing body cream and told him to rub it all over the limp and 'well done' body of a ten-year-old 'boy'… meanwhile, I chained Bandit back on the leash, refilled all of the food and water dishes since it was unbelievably late and since I had skipped launch, decided to 'invite' Winston to eat with me as soon as I finish writing down my diary entry.

Diary Entry: Oct.30.05

Title: So many things to say

Fuck… where should I begin? uhm… well I gave Milo three successful lessons today, he flunked the fourth, obviously the suck me lesson haha… anyways, as a result he earned a very painful experience on the roast… eventually he lost consciousness and was still shuddering violently when I threw him back into his cubicle.

Bandit is still a very fucking lousy cocksucker… I should start using him more often, however I did enjoy a lengthy kissing and neck sucking session, I also made sure not to miss his heavenly feet… fuck they taste wonderful and they look so fucking appetizing. Anyways, I ended up fucking his feet to build an orgasm and eventually creamed his face.

Oh, another HUGGGGE thing just happened… Winston is no longer a pet… my assumptions were correct and the boy really is a mini-master in disguise… I made sure to watch him closely as he was clearly having the time of his life, beating Milo on the roast and playing with the boy's body.

I have some big plans for him, but for now… I'm gonna work to earn his trust while keeping a slight barrier of fear in place to keep him under control… time would eventually tell if he's trustworthy or not…

Thomas Connors signing out… I've had a fucking fun day… ha ha!

I went up and fixed a 'dinner-for-two', something which I haven't done for a long time. Since tonight was very 'special' I wanted to leave a good 'impression' on Winston, therefore I took my time and gave the egg-rolls recipe another go, having pathetically burnt the thing a couple of times before.

Before long however, the fresh and delicious smell of fried rolls took over the entire kitchen and to my personal 'triumph', I managed to get the cooking right this time. With the delicious food on the table, a beer for me and a soda for Winston, I 'invited' him in, telling him to have a seat at the kitchen table and gave him the freedom to eat as much as he wanted. Still fearful from his 'old-master' but slightly at ease because of my constant encouragement, he finally reached for one of the rolls, placed it in his dish and looked at me, waiting for my 'order'.

With that friendly wink, it seemed that Winston was finally certain that the whole day wasn't a beautiful dream or another one of my mean traps. A moment later the now-relaxed boy started eating, timidly at first but gradually picking up the pace to literally devouring the delicious treats. Apparently, the many years of forced-diet, disgusting food and awful treatment were imprinted in his brain and he seemed as if he was seizing the opportunity while it lasted… Carpe Diem!

As I mentioned 'bathroom' and 'upstairs', the boy's looks swiftly changed back to fear, having had so many bad and extremely painful memories there… however, I was very quick to reassure him that nothing will happen, and that I just needed to give him something and show him his new 'room'. A moment later, I went up to the bathroom and as soon as I finished washing up, Tommy was standing at the door.

Come in…'Tommy'… don't worry, I said reassuringly as I took a small 'trinket' from my medical cabinet and sat down on the covered toilet seat. Come, I won't harm you, I added, hesitantly, he finally stepped inside and was standing in front of me. You see this? I said to him, showing him the small gadget which was an electronic tagging device.

I ushered Tommy by his shoulders, out of the bathroom and into a 'boy-themed' room at the end of the hall, which was previously meant for a couple of customers who had an 'incest-fetish' imagining themselves fucking their own sons in their Spiderman sheeted beds, and boyishly decorated room with posters, baseball bats and a whole lot of 'boy-stuff' scattered all around.

Kidnapping so many boys obviously has its perks, of which, a huge pile of boy-clothes and shoes of all shapes, sizes and designs. Socks didn't prove to be any problem since the first three pairs of white tube-socks fitted the boy's feet perfectly. However, both Tommy and I had a long and boring time browsing and trying out different pants and shoes until we succeeded to find the perfect combination. A beautiful pair of Timberland kickers, two different pants, a stark black baggy pants and a washed-out blue jeans and finally, half a dozen of different boxers found their way into the new closet's boy-inventory.

At that instant, I could spot tears building in his eyes, the poor boy finally had someone to 'care' for him after having had such a lousy childhood from his own house and until he fell into my arms… I could feel as if he wanted to hug me but was too afraid to do that. True, I was one hell of a mean man to him and did things that not a human being would do to another. However, it only took a couple of 'nice things' to win the boy over… not only that however, I knew that something inside of me has changed as well, at least regarding Tommy. Consequently, without a moment of delay or even a second thought at the consequences, I initiated a warm and lengthy hug, holding the boy dearly and affectionately as I caressed his hair and telling him that things are gonna change to the best for him.

Granted, my intention was to transform the boy to a human beast, or at least to someone with no sense of guilt or conscious. However, for the first time in my life and apparently his, I was being nice to him… that was a start. However, I proceeded to clarify a few more things to him as soon as I ended the hug.

Diary entry: Oct.30.05

Title: On James & Tommy!

Finally… finally! James called, he'll be here tomorrow… can't wait to show him Chris, can't wait to show him the new and improved Winston/Tommy and can't wait to resume business… I need to get the train rolling back again…

As for Tommy, I've just had a nice and warm chat with him, I dunno why but I really, really growing to like this boy and yea… I mean like him as a human being not as what he used to be, a pet… I'm gonna do my best to tutor him, who knows… in time, he might become reliable enough to start doing 'outside business with me'… it's a long way to go though, I'm just excited!

Ok, so Milo won't be able to think straight for a couple of days, let alone walk or do anything for that matter, that's bad for his training schedule but only meant an ample amount of spare-time on my hands. Therefore, and to make the best of it, I decided to show Tommy another use for his boy-dick while preparing Chris to be finally ready for my cock.

Pants-on and bare-chest Tommy walked on my tail, as we descended to the basement to fetch tonight's toy. However, I stopped by Milo's cubicle to check on the boy's seriously bad condition. At a first glance, I was thrilled to see that he had regained consciousness, albeit his entire body was still shaking and trembling mildly. The boy's distant, aimless stair at the void wasn't even disrupted by his tormentor's arrival, meaning that even though he was now 'fully' awake, he was unable to focus, analyze or even use his brain to think. Nevertheless, I bent down over the boy as I scanned and assessed his condition, trying to determine which kind of medicine to give him.

As soon as I placed my palm over the boy's forehead, I realized he was having a nasty fever which I assumed was the result of prolonged exposure to heat, even more, I decided to give something for the pain, so that he could at least go to sleep. For that matter, I instructed Tommy to run fast and fetch a box of Aspirin, the soothing lotion he used before, as well as a medical drug called Codeine which was one of the drugs I use for my personal consumption if by any chance I had no proper drugs around.

Minutes later, Tommy was back with a bottle of water and the drugs, afterwards he helped me by holding and supporting Milo's position as I forced the boy's mouth open and had to literally shove the tablets down his throat. Two tablets of Codeine should ease the pain and help him to sleep and an Aspirin tablet to lower his fever, I explained to Tommy as I re-applied large quantities of the lotion and rubbed it all over the boy's soaring-red and extremely hot skin then told Tommy to lay the leashed-boy down.

As I finished treating Milo's condition, I moved on to Chris who was completely asleep, lying down on his side with one of his hands covering the side of his face.

I stepped back and watched as the-future-master placed his foot over Chris's naked shoulder and shook the boy violently a couple of times, then, to my utmost satisfaction, he imitated me perfectly by kicking the boy on his thigh, pressing his foot over the child's face, chest and thighs while screaming Wake up you little fuck, something I couldn't help but crack a thunderous laugh of content at.

That's perfect… now choose any collar you like from the shelve over there and come back, definitely looking excited, Tommy took a minute to browse the innumerous number of dog collars in my collection until he came back with a dark-blue collar with long spikes.

Since Tommy's privates were now concealed behind a thick Jeans fabric, I could no longer tell when or if he was aroused by what was going on, however, I could definitely confirm that he was excited. I mean, his face was actually glowing as he pressed Chris's head down to get a better grip of the lock on the boy's neck-cuff, opened the padlock and removed the thick iron ring surrounding the boy-pets' neck. Next, he unfastened the collar of his choice and buckled it around the boy's neck, attached the chain and stood up, smiling as if he was looking for encouragement which he swiftly received by my admired looks and nods.

Next, he began to walk and as soon as the chain reached its length, he realized that the boy didn't move, definitely refusing the humiliating treatment he was receiving from a mere boy, only a couple of years older than him. After a very brief moment of thinking, he let go of the chain and went all the way to the 'belts rack', took hold of a nasty black leather belt and came back. Again, he held the boy's leash and tugged on it to force the boy to move. As he realized that he failed to do so, he immediately held the belt high and sent it down on the boy-pet's thigh. I knew without a single shred of doubt, that Tommy was imitating everything I used to do to him and the other pets; however, he was doing it so impeccably that if I didn't know any better, I would've thought he was acting on his own.

Tommy's actions didn't stop there however; as he gave the boy-pet a couple of more belts while tugging on his leash and yelling move in a high-pitched voice. Evidently, Chris finally understood that there was no way out of his situation as he glanced and saw me standing with my arms crossed and a wide grin drawn on my face.

Hesitantly, Chris finally succumbed to the humiliation of having a boy just like him, holding him by a dog-leash and forcing him to crawl behind him. Slowly and with watery eyes, he began to crawl as Tommy tugged on the boy's leash one more time and began to walk towards the stairs. With a triumphant smile, Tommy turned over to look at me then proceeded to herd the boy all the way up to my room. At that moment, I knew beyond any reasonable doubt that my plans for Tommy's future will materialize without any obstacles.

After Tommy and Chris's frames disappeared, I grabbed one of the soft paddles lying around, a tube of KY, wished my pets a good night and went up to my room. When I reached for my door, I was pleasantly surprised to see Tommy had already forced Chris into an RTS, even though the latter hadn't been taught yet, and was holding the boy's leash by both of his hands, towering over the kneeling boy. With a wide and unreserved smile, I placed the paddle and lube on my massage sofa's arm casually and moved towards the beautiful couple.

Obviously unaware of my intentions, Tommy stood there staring at me and trying to figure out what I meant. Most probably, he thought that he was gonna receive another blowjob, oblivious that I was doing both, giving him his first proper boy-ride while beginning to prepare Chris's fuckable ass for my own use later on.

Smiling at Tommy without uttering another word, I took the boy's leash from him and unbuckled the boy's collar. Then, I held the boy's arm and roughed him up to the bed, forcing him down on his chest. Climbing over, I manipulated Chris's hip and legs so that his body was now on his nicely-spread knees and shoulders. Next, I reached to collect both of the boy's arms and stretched them over his head, in line with his shoulders and applied a pair of cuffs on his wrists. Moving on, I attached a chain to the cuffs and tugging on it, secured it on one of the bed's vertical rails which ran between the giant poles at the corners.

With the boy's arms nicely stretched and well secured to prevent any undesired obstruction, I shifted my attention to apply a leather cuff around each of the boy's ankles. Then, I attached a couple of chains to each cuff, pulled tightly on each of the chains and secured them to the appropriate rails, annihilating the boy's ability to move his bound feet.

Tommy stood silently, watching my moves carefully as I adjusted the boy to a perfect position, spreading the boy's knees and feet wide enough so that a 'rider' could kneel easily in-between and use the exposed 'facilities'. Next, I tugged rather tightly on the boy's arms to make sure they are properly secured and stretched. Finally, I grabbed another pair of wide straps, buckling each at the base of the boy's thighs, just above his bent knees.

Keeping in mind that this was both Chris and Tommy's first ride and that the former would definitely struggle immensely, I wanted to secure Chris's body movement just about enough to allow for a slight amount of struggle to spice up Tommy's first boy-ride but not to pose any serious obstruction. Therefore, I moved on to add a chain to each of the 'thigh-straps', spread the metal restraints towards each side of the bed and looping them around a gap on the bed's sides, I pulled each of the chains tight enough so that Chris's thighs were forced to move another inch before securing both chains with padlocks.

With that complete, Chris was left with just a little bit of room for struggling, his hands were nicely secured and stretched on the bed over his head, his feet immobilized by his bound ankles and his thighs forced open and well secured with another pair of chains. The final result was a naked and nicely bound ten-year-old boy, supporting his body on his knees and shoulders, his head sharply twisted to the right, his cheek colliding against the mattress while his ass, forced by the carefully molded body shape to bulge upwards invitingly, easily accessible and moderately yet not fully, stable.

I was beginning to enjoy this unprepared test and was curious to see which item Tommy's choice would land on. Taking his time and with the knowledge that he had unrestricted access, he began opening each of the bedside tables' drawers, searching through the body-taste-enhancers, dildoes, vibrators, collars and all sorts of toys and probably weighing their effect to show dominance… finding none, he strolled around the room, looking at the floor, the couch and another table which had nothing but a few magazines. Then, he instantly dashed through the room and opened my closet and with a devilish smile on his face, he looked at me and pointed out to one of the many belts hanging from a cloth hanger.

With that, I ran all the way down to the basement, and went inside the theatre room where I keep my professional, heavy duty camera. Holding the heavy device in one hand, the appropriate cables and tripod in the other, I hurried my way back to the room, ready to document an almost unbelievable moment.

With everything cleared, I set up the tripod, secured the camera on top and plugged the cable and I was ready to document a moment in the history of domination. With a 'GO', I turned the camera towards Tommy, who was still in his shoes and pants. What happened next was completely and utterly beyond reasonable expectations…

So… are you comfortable like this? it was Tommy… addressing Chris as he approached towards the bed and grabbed one of the boy's butt-cheeks, squeezing hard and gave it a nicely echoing slap. You know I'm going to fuck you now don't you… you little scumbag! I just couldn't believe it… Tommy was dirty-mouthing his prey, moving around and imitating with an impeccable accuracy my own moves. Apparently, when he was a silent pet, he learned a lot by observing me when I fucked, tortured and played with so many boys, and now… Well, it seemed as if he was compensating!

I know… since you can't talk you bitch… I'll just whip you with THIS… he emphasized the word 'this' with his high-pitched voice as he grabbed the belt he had placed on the bed between Chris's open legs. Let's see if you can talk now, he added as he took position and without a second of delay 'swished' the belt in the air and landed a powerful first lash on Chris's ass which caused the boy's entire body to shake and struggle against the restraints as he let out a helpless shriek of pain.

Yea… music to my ears… now cry like a bitch, my fucking exact words… unbelievable! With that, Tommy began whipping the boy's ass mercilessly, I moved the camera a little bit and angled it so that it could capture the boy's butt-cheeks as they jiggled under each powerful wallop of the thick belt. By now, Tommy had landed around five or six lashes when Chris's otherwise creamy-white butt-cheeks began reddening. Every time the belt made a violent contact with the boy's tender skin, the bound child would produce a loud yet short scream of pain as he began weeping openly, while his ass gained more and more color and after the fifteenth or so violent strike, it was completely crosshatched with beautiful and angry red stripes.

As Tommy paused for a break, he looked around apparently searching for something, then without any prior instructions or even guidance, he went up for my toys-drawers and took a very small vibrating dildo as well as cock-and-ball ring. As soon as I saw what he took, my initial amazement turned into down-right fascination; although I had used a vibrator on him occasionally which would explain his knowledge of it, I had never placed a cock-ring on his dick, even more so, I rarely even used it on any of my pets since my pets are always on the passive side and were never pleased by me, if you catch my drift… he must've seen me use it in the training room when I cock-and-ball torture some of my pets for fun, I assumed.

However, he seemed well aware of the gadget's use as he 'humiliatingly' placed it on top of the boy's butt, sat down on the bed to remove his shoes and climbed behind Chris. Then, he took the cock-ring and without any hesitation or confusion, he cupped the boy's swinging genitals and bending down a bit for a better view, he slid the ring and attached it at the base of the boy's limp dick. Apparently satisfied, he moved on to tightly secure the attached belt at the top of the boy's scrotum, causing the already tiny ball-sack to swell as the boy's small testicles became jammed inside and forced a loud high-pitched screech out of Chris's mouth as the boy felt a new kind of never-felt-before pain.

For a second, I was unable to focus or handle the camera, astonished by the unfolding scene in front of me, and only came back to my senses as Tommy 'masterfully' landed a couple of spanks across Chris's bum as he dirty-mouthed the helpless boy. Next, he took the small dildo and guided it to the boy's wide-spread cheeks, placing the tip over Chris's anus. Acting a bit clumsy at first, he finally managed to hold the dildo in a proper way and while still dirty-mouthing Chris; he shoved half of the small plastic rod inside the boy's body. Unsurprisingly, Chris let out another mighty shriek which was probably out of shock instead of real pain, since the dildo was really small and could easily fit inside an eight-year-old's ass, I know… I've tried!

Anyways, as I zoomed in for a better shot, Tommy held the half buried dildo's handle in the palm of his hand and without any delay, pushed it all the way inside until the toy's wide and rectangular base bumped onto the boys' butt-cheeks, stopping the intruder's journey. With a nasty look on his face, Tommy held the vibrating dildo's handle, and as soon as he hit the 'on' button, the plastic toy came to life, humming and buzzing for a few seconds before Chris's whimpers eventually became louder and topped the faint sound.

How does it feel… my little fuck toy, Tommy added to my ever growing excitement. Hmm… your ass is not red enough… I think I can do something about it… he said as he stepped over Chris's back and turned his body around so that his face was in the direction of Chris's ass.

As he was standing on top of the boy, he adjusted himself by pressing his white-socked feet until they were adjacent to the kneeling boy's sides. Then, he bent his hip all the way down, just about enough that his ass was now slightly resting on the middle of the boy's angled back, causing Tommy's face to come a few inches away from the towering butt. Next, he placed both of his hands on each of the boy's butt and with an evil yet faint laugh, he raised his arms as high as he could and simultaneously landed them down, spanking the boy's ass.

By that time, there was no more room for surprises; I was already surprised beyond my wildest expectations yet delightfully overwhelmed by the turn of events that I did nothing but focus on my camera, making sure not miss a single moment of the scene.

As if he was playing some sort of a game, Tommy kept his position over the boy's back and resumed his spanking, varying between simultaneous two-hands-down-at-the-same-time and switching between smacking the boy's left butt-cheek then the right one. All this time, Chris was having his insides jiggle and tingle by the vibrating dildo and was unable to sport an erection due to his cock restraints… The boy is a fucking genius, I thought to myself as I watched Tommy finally standing up and moving behind Chris, rotating himself once again so that he was facing the bound body.

Now I'm gonna fuck you like a bitch, he said as he started to teasingly unbuckle his jeans… Fuck! I mean… my brain was completely fighting against what would've been my actual reaction to such a scene! It's like… Tommy, was just a kid as well and as inviting and as fuckable as his naked prey, if it wasn't for the future I had set for him, I would've probably thrown the camera on the ground and fucked his brains out… but I wasn't going to, not anymore… not with Tommy!

Anyways, with the last button undone, Tommy began to slide his pants down, revealing his somewhat muscular yet beautiful boy-thighs until they were down by his ankles. On foot at a time and ever so slowly, he stepped out of his pants and, since I can no longer say 'to my surprise' because I've already been burnt, he actually sat on the boy's butt in an attempt to humiliate the boy even more as he casually began to take his socks off. Finally, the little devil-incarnate went for his boxers waist and slid them all the way down, revealing a beautifully erect boy-dick.

I'm gonna fuck your brains out bitch, he added as he finally knelt behind Chris and played with the dildo a few more times, shoving in and out until he took the humming plastic toy all the way out and turned it off. Then, he adjusted himself so that his dick was swinging eagerly around the boy's hole and only at that moment did his lack of experience begin to show. Trying time after time to aim and move in the proper direction, Tommy struggled to reach his 'magic spot' to no avail… several times, he switched between holding his dick in one hand and Chris's ass in the other, to grabbing Chris's hip by both of his hands until he was nearing a defeat. Again, without my instructions and since he was finding it difficult to gain a good 'access-angle', he reached for one of the pillows and placed it between Chris's knees. Afterwards, he adjusted himself and knelt on the pillow, giving him another couple of inches of height which were enough for him to find his way.

Acting more confidently, he held his own penis between his right hand's fingers and guided the tip until it was pressing mildly on Chris's anus. Next, he stabilized his own body by grabbing the boy's left love-handle and tilted his torso a little bit to the left, leaning and supporting his weight on his left arm. Finally, he let out a relaxed exhale and began pressing on the ten-year-old tight rosebud. Struggling immensely yet persevering admirably, Tommy kept on trying to insert his tiny-tool, undeterred by a multitude of failed attempts, he kept moving up and down and adjusting his penis once and again until everything clicked in a fraction of a second.

A loud hoarse from Chris and a triumphant 'aaahhh' from Tommy revealed and charmingly beautified the magic of the moment, finally and after being a virgin for ten-years or so, Chris's cherry was popped… a moment later, Tommy's inexperience played against him again as he began feeling a 'burn' around his dick and quickly removed it as he looked at me and innocently said, Master… it's burning!

Slightly annoyed that the intensity of the moment was interrupted, I quickly realized that it was my fault and that I should've explained it to him before I began rolling the tape. However, encouragingly and without showing any kind of anger I reassured him that it was normal, and that the 'burning' would soon begin feel real good. Master… it's burning! became the title of the hit-movie I produced and distributed to my inner circle, kids DO say the darndest of things… don't you think, hehe!

Anyhow, bolstered that his dick won't catch fire, Tommy returned to his game and in no time managed to get his dick inside the boy's body. Still clumsy and struggling like hell to find both gracious moves and proper rhythm, Tommy's frame couldn't have been any cuter on the camera as he playfully shoved his small peter in and out at a dazzling rabbit-speed. However, a while later and after seven-hundred-something of fast humps he finally began to find his pace.

Adjusting himself once more, Tommy slid his tiny hotdog back to its newly found lot and with a remarkable self-confidence, held tightly on Chris's love-handles and in no time was beginning to thrust his hip properly. With a smile of 'look-daddy-look-at-me-I-did-it' he turned over for a second to glance at the camera then realized that I told him not to. Nonetheless, he was looking so damn hot and so damn good playing the dominant part that I totally let it slide and instead decided to enjoy some more of his cute, raw and 'innocent' mansinoiny.

Shifting the camera around with the intent of covering every single angle of the action, I took some close-ups of Tommy's little cocklet as it vanished all the way between the fleshy bumpers and then reappearing with triumph, gleaming beautifully. For another take, I moved all the way to tape a good minute of Chris's scrunched face, not pained but definitely uncomfortable and moaning gently. His tensed yet adorable face was further enhanced by the boy's faint grunts, almost purring like a little kitten as his head slid gently up and down against the mattress, affected by Tommy's weight bumping into his hip.

As I moved my lens from the victim's face to the assailant's, my camera revealed what I failed to see with my own eyes later when I reviewed the tape. True to its reputation that a camera never lies, Tommy's facial expression couldn't have articulated it any better! He was totally immersed… having the time of life with an unquestionable Mephistophelian glint in his eye and a wild, impious grin on his mouth. I knew I was taping something exceptional; nonetheless I was oblivious that later on, 'things' would come from this spontaneously shot documentary.

Keeping up with the action, I moved to another angle and quickly zoomed all the way out as I noticed Tommy raising his right hand high above his shoulder and realized that he was gonna practice his percussion skills once again on the boy's creamy globes. Postulating correctly, Tommy proved no disappointment as he landed a first whack on the boy's right mound and almost his grip due to his inexperience. However, he was quick to recuperate and as he kept on dick-stabbing the unfortunate boy, re-readied himself to play the drums, slapping, smacking and spanking the boy's back-end heaps of angry red flesh, playfully and animatedly.

By that time, I was growing extremely uncomfortable 'down-there' by the mind-blowing erotica flowing from the slim figures of the two naked boys, each doing his part in a corporeal play which, neither of these young souls ever thought about, or even knew it existed until the day fate brought them into my den of lust.

Even more shattering was the melodious symphony of boy sounds echoing all over the room; between the pleasured 'ahs' and discomforted 'owws', a concerto of hoarse breath, flesh-over-tender-flesh spanking sounds, an occasional hum and a rare shriek of pain made the scene almost surreal, almost too good to be true for a man who had thought he had already seen everything… behind that camera, I was sitting comfortably on my own cloud number nine, I was a god watching his creation from a birds-eye view and smiling in content as I was reaping what I had sowed.

My moments of reflective thinking were soon interrupted once more as I noticed Tommy's childish muscles tense as he began breathing more heavily by the second. Not a minute too late, his glutes contracted sharply as he bent his head all the way backwards and uncontrollably began to scream as he vigorously pounded the ten-year-old's bum… within seconds, Tommy's high-pitched voice encompassed everything as he let out an almighty 'Aaaaaah' and in the blink of an eye, let go of everything as he slid his little cocklet out of the tight and moist grotto. Faithful to his rawness, instead of creaming his prey in a show of ownership like he should've done, Tommy's fear to 'spoil' or stain his master's mattress resulted in him pointing his dick at his own hand and shot a couple of fast spurts of boy-juice into his cupped palm.

His out-of-this-world experience left him paralyzed for a couple of seconds as his little stiffie kept on pouncing up and down in frenzy until Tommy's brain was jump-started again and finally woke up from his gooey reverie.

Shawn Hunter

The Chronicles of
Thomas Connors

Chapters 10-13

Chapter 10
Have a Break, Have a Boy… or Four!

Chapter 11
James? Who's James?

Milo's Behavioral Training
3: Come, Stay & Good boy!

Milo's Behavioral Training
4: When Master Walks, I Must Follow!

Milo's Behavioral Training
5: How & When Should a Pet Say Woof!

Chapter 12
A Delicious Roast?

Milo's Behavioral Training
6: On your knees, Suck me!

Chapter 13
The Metamorphosis!

Shawn Hunter

The Chronicles ofThomas Connors

Chapters 10-13

Chapter 10Have a Break, Have a Boy… or Four!

Chapter 11James? Who's James?

Milo's Behavioral Training3: Come, Stay & Good boy!

Milo's Behavioral Training4: When Master Walks, I Must Follow!

Milo's Behavioral Training5: How & When Should a Pet Say Woof!

Chapter 12A Delicious Roast?

Milo's Behavioral Training6: On your knees, Suck me!

Chapter 13The Metamorphosis!

The Chronicles of
Thomas Connors

Chapter 10
Have a Break, Have a Boy… or Four!

Chapter 11
James? Who's James?

Milo's Behavioral Training
3: Come, Stay & Good boy!

Milo's Behavioral Training
4: When Master Walks, I Must Follow!

Milo's Behavioral Training
5: How & When Should a Pet Say Woof!

Chapter 12
A Delicious Roast?

Milo's Behavioral Training
6: On your knees, Suck me!

Chapter 13
The Metamorphosis!