Shawn Hunter

The Chronicles of
Thomas Connors

Chapters 18-20

Sunday, November 2nd, 2005 – 12.45AM | The Art of Fellatio!

Milo's Sexual Performance Training
1: A Boy's introduction to Cock-Sucking

Now that the break was over and it was time for Milo to hit the classroom once again, I revived James's boredom by offering him Sparky to play with 'for a while' until I was back, since the boy-pet's 'behavioral-services' were no longer needed.

Afterwards, and since my stomach was grumbling for food, I went for a quick fix of a left-over Cesar salad and a nice sandwich then returned to put Sparky back into his cubicle. For a much more suitable replacement, I went over to unleash Shadow, my best Fellatio teacher/performer boy-pet of all who would be a great asset to Milo's sexual training, by sharing his cock-sucking-expertise with a novice wanna-be.

On many previous occasions when I was training various boy-pets, I found out that by teaching one of them, in this case Shadow, everything there is to know about cock-sucking proved to be extremely beneficial. With Shadow, I took a great deal of time to teach the boy how to perform properly as well as how to teach his fellow pets, when he's required to do so. His training was very extensive, very detailed and very lengthy that at the end of it, I could proudly declare that I was the proud owner of one of the best, if not the best cock-sucking young boy in the world. Not to humble now am I?

Anyhow, and after a long and rather boring night of watching, James's fun-time was due and he was up for a rewarding and educational blowjob performed by Shadow, under Milo's learning eyes and my ever-present supervision. Therefore, I ordered Shadow's gorgeously naked frame to kneel in front of his temporary master James, a huge man with a huge cock who was standing nonchalantly with his hands behind his back, waiting for his treat.

Next, I held Milo by his leash and guided him to a 'viewer's position, making sure that his sight isn't obstructed by either the boy's head or the man's hip. Finally, after an 'Undress me' which was followed by a 'Suck' command aimed at Shadow, the boy was quick to rid James of his pants and boxers and with no hesitation, began a long and very sensual cock-sucking session.

Part one: I Worship My Master's Cock

As per instructed and as per established habit, Shadow looked at Milo in the face and then pointed at James's half-erect dick, as if he was telling the boy to watch. Next, Shadow began a first and very essential action to proper cock-pleasing by tentatively licking his lips wet, and then ever-so-gently he began to move his face closer to James's waiting flesh-monster.

With an ever so slight approach, the boy cupped and began to meddle with the giant and hanging sac in one hand as he circled the base of James's thick shaft with his other hand by the use of his thumb and index fingers only. Then, he moved his gracious boy-face close enough until the tip of the man's cock barely touched the boy's freckled cheek, at which instant Shadow began manipulating the shaft in slow and circular movements, causing James's ever-so-sensitive glans to gently caress and rub against the boy's skin.

A few moments later, Shadow held the now-fully-erect dick firmly in place as he literally buried his beautiful face to worship and please his master's lovepole. With an increasingly evoking and teasing maneuver, the boy began caressing the gigantic cock's underbelly softly against his forehead, sliding it down sensually along his nasal bridge and then going sideways, pressing with his small palm the longer-than-his-face shaft against his cheeks, nose and even over his angelic eyes.

After a while, the cock-worshipping session intensified as the boy initiated a very slow and intentionally timid wide-tongue-ride from the very base of the man's shaft and all the way to the very top, at which point he maneuvered his tongue to a pinpoint and nailed the tip into the man's urethra. To please his master even more, he began jiggling the man's peehole playfully, tongue-teasing the sensitive opening and for an added effect, began to circulate the man's corona and glans with his tender boy-tongue, all the while producing a very faint, sensually deep purring noise.

Finally and to successfully close the worshipping chapter, my expert boy-pet slid his entire face diagonally across the man's erection for a few times, caressing it gently until his mouth reached the massaged balls. Arriving to his intended destination, the eleven year old boy-pet initiated a long session of gentle kisses and nibbles, as he moved on to plant playful and full-lip smooches over the entire parts of the man's ball-sack, tending to the area just below the shaft, caring for the sensitive sides and giving the bulging balls a taste of the action.

Every once in a while, my well trained boy would sneak a few perfectly executed 'pleasure-bites' by taking in and pressing on a small amount of elastic flesh between his full lips, then glide it out. Finally, Shadow made sure to show his master how much he loved and ached for his dick by leaving no spot without giving it a lustful kiss, starting at the bottom of the ball sack and all the way to the head which was further excited by a very fast, very short, very playful and very teasing surprise-suck.

Part 2: The Slurpy Slides!

With Milo's unshaken focus and attention, Shadow looked at him once again to make sure he was still watching as he initiated the second part of the oral art of pleasure, the Slurpy Slides! Acting as a link, the Slurpy slides phase starts after the boy-pet demonstrates to his master just how much he worships and yearns for his master's penis and just before he actually starts sucking on the delicate tool.

In order to prepare his master's cock and to increase its sensitivity, thus add to his master's content and enjoyment, the young boy-pet took a good hold on the base of the shaft and began to literally bath the man's entire tool with his savory boy-saliva. Careful not be slower than needed to cause boredom or too fast to become ineffective and non-pleasurable, the boy went on to 'lollipop-lick' his master's gigantic prick, giving it enough licks and fondles to make sure the skin is properly wet, glistening and moist.

Focusing on the shaft as a top priority, Shadow kept on twisting and rotating, bending and sliding his boy-tongue continuously as he sampled and glossed on every single inch of the man's salty manhood, swinging and shimmering an inch away from the boyishly freckled face. Furthermore, Shadow kept on varying his techniques, from long and slower tongue glides along the shaft's underbelly, to short and faster licks, aimed at the man's mammoth mushroom. Even more than all of that, he expertly varied the amount of pressure he was applying with his tongue to allow for the less sensitive parts, such as the shaft's middle, to feel equally treated and nicely serviced.

To wrap it up, Shadow gave the man's balls another few 'complimentary licks' then moved on to test if the pole which would soon screw his young mouth, was now adequately 'Slurpy'. Therefore, the cunning cock-sucker reached to the top of the shaft and in an instant, sent his mouth sliding fast down the entire shaft. As he felt that it was slippery enough, the boy pressed on the man's firmness a little bit harder with his lips and slid his mouth all the way out, in a cleverly executed maneuver which usually results in a stimulating and very erotic 'SLURP' sound, caused by the instant splitting of saliva covering the boy's lips and the man's shaft.

Part 3: How To Serve My Master's Cock!

By this time and mainly because of the deliberate slow and educational process, James's brain was raging and he was in a dire need for relief. However, agreeing to 'model' meant to be patient and after I clarified and asked him to 'Hang-on-a-bit-more', the cock-sucking boy initiated the third part of the ritual, the vital and preliminary phase of actual cock sucking!

By deliberately readjusting his kneeling position, Shadow eventually managed to prepare his master's cock in a 'perfect angle', something which most boy-cock-suckers are oblivious off and are illiterate about. To do so, Shadow took the man's glans and an inch of the shaft inside his mouth and lowered his head down so that the man's dick was forced into a near 90 degree angle from his body.

By the fact that the man's penis was stuck and forced in a downward angle inside the boy's warm mouth, meant that its natural tendency to erect even more was countered and halted by a fleshy bumper composed of the boy's soft upper lip. Actually, the reason to go through all of this trouble instead of simply bobbing in and out as most of the inexpert boys usually do, is to provide an exceptionally enhanced experience caused by the extremely-sensitive nature and jutting shape of the corona which is forced by such an angle to constantly hit and bump against the boy's already pressing upper lip.

Feeling content that his master was showing signs of pleasure, Shadow's oral service began as my obedient pet initiated a series of slides down the man's shaft, making sure to engulf at least half of the man's shaft before slipping out. Minutes later, James's moans began to reverberate in delight as the boy started to skillfully move his head in a circular motion, at the same time as he was sliding his lips down and up the man's dick.

To serve his master even more, the eleven year old cock-sucking boy slithered his lips all the way down but not to a deep-throating level, then began a suction movement as his withdrew his head outwards until his tender lips were now wrapped tightly around the edges of the man's corona. At that point, Shadow resumed and intensified the very pleasing head-rotating movement and kept his head impaled in place, instead of bobbing it down and up the man's dick.

With James's pleasure growing by the minute, Shadow began to vary between a few techniques to lengthen his master's pleasure-session instead of going through the eventually boring in-and-out practice. Proficiently and very gracefully, the young boy opted to tend for his master's balls as he let go of the shaft and tilted his face so that the man's penis was swinging over the tender cheek. Then, he opened his mouth as much as he could and sent his beautiful face and velvety lips into a wrestling match with the large scrotum, moaning lecherously, sniffing the man's musk lustfully, jiggling his mouth playfully and wiggling his lips intentionally until he finally managed to grab one of the man's aching nuts and sucked it inside and into the safety and warmth which could only be found inside a young boy's mouth.

In a performance which seemed to be blowing James's brains out, Shadow kept on switching and teasing both of his master's balls by slurping one inside his mouth, agitating it with his tongue while gently biting and sucking on the milk-maker then finally releasing it to freedom by spitting it out, very, very slowly. A few moments later, Shadow switched again to another technique as he began jerking his master's cock with his boyish hand while he violently, vigorously and almost painfully licked the man's pleasured pouch with fast and evoking motions, as well as deepening his moans to satisfy his master's lust. With the boy's know-how at play, he instantly noticed that his master was beginning to grow uncomfortable and was in need of a foment relief. Therefore, Shadow went back to suck his master's dick in regular and normally paced shoves, preparing it for another animating and unexpected treat.

Another few minutes of cock sucking passed by, James's legs were beginning to shake slightly as he was feeling sweeping amounts of tingling jolts teasing his brain, he was on his own cloud nine and was unaware of his pet's intention to please him even more. Shadow was casually busying his mouth to service his master and as he felt himself ready to 'shine' and establish his own reputation as one of the best boy-suckers, he pick up his pace and began bobbing the man's dick in and out of his mouth at a gradually increasing speed while tending to his master's balls, groping and massaging the fleshy sac with his hand.

When Shadow's moment of glory arrived, the boy smiled slightly as he knew what was going to happen. Lustfully, he slid his mouth out of the man's cock, keeping the tip resting on his lower lip, a mere second later, much to James's utter surprise, disbelief, divine and unmatched satisfaction, the boy went down on his master's shaft all the way until he bumped his face the man's groin. Having been completely taken by the element of surprise, James could do nothing but let out an uncontrolled and hedonic moan as he saw the last inch of his monster-shaft suddenly disappear into an eleven-year-old boy's small and underdeveloped mouth.

Still entangled by the web of disbelief showing on his face, James couldn't even fathom how such a young boy managed to deep-throat a thick and nearly nine-inch [22 cm] long penis. Not only that, he was unable to understand or even accept the fact that somehow, the boy's small throat managed to swallow or adjust to the man's humongous glans. Literally, James and I could 'see' the humongous penis-bulge on the boy's throat and swollen neck… unbelievable!

However, and after the few seconds of disbelief passed away, James's brain was too agitated by the clever and beyond any imagination maneuver that he reached for the boy's head and gripped on a handful of brown hair strands. Then, he forced his pet's face closer by another inch as he pushed the brown-haired head downwards, impaling the boy's overstretched mouth on the airflow-cutting meat-roll which was painfully stuffing the child's throat.

Used to being constantly abused, Shadow showed an inevitable yet very slight trace of gagging and coughing while he took the opportunity to grasp some much needed air, only to continue pleasing his master's tool of pain. Again, and without any hesitation or fear of the inevitable consequences of having his head pinned-down by the man's hands when he deep-throats, Shadow resumed his service obediently, sucking on the man's explosive package and going for some ball-deep shoves every few glides.

A few minutes later, Shadow managed to notice his master's build growing as the man's gigantic family jewels began to come alive. Therefore and in order to insure a greater pleasure for his master without delaying the man's need for relief any longer, the boy began a very fast series of shaft-gliding, scrotum-licking, ball sucking and deep throating in an almost surreal speed. Not only that, and to show his humility and submission to his master, Shadow actually began whipping his own face, lips and nose with his master's cock so hard that he nearly forced himself into tears.

With the session almost complete and having done his part of the job perfectly, it was time for the boy to switch to the passive side and give his master the opportunity to use his face in any way the man wanted. Therefore and without a second of delay, James who was nearly going mental forced his dick inside the boy's mouth diagonally until it hit the insides of the boy's cheek, bulging the tender flesh painfully outwards. With that same angle, James lifted one of his feet and placed it on the sofa's seat for better control, grabbed the boy's hair tightly and began face-fucking the abused child in a very uncomfortable, cheek-poking diagonal angle.

Not only that, James was so pleased with the resonance of the tantalizing and sensual slurping sounds that he chose to produce and enhance it intentionally by shoving his dick inside and sliding it almost sideways, causing the glans to jam against the sides of the boy's mouth then flipping it out forcefully.

When he felt he was nearing the end of his pleasure journey, James decided to get another 'good' feel of the boy's throat before cumming. Therefore, and to allow for an easy and unrestricted access to the deep and very pleasurable cave, James tightened his grip on the boy's hair and forced the child's face to tilt slightly upwards, nearly aligning the angle of the boy's mouth and throat. Next, James went for a few regular and practice thrusts and without any prior hint or even warning his pet, he sent his entire manhood down the boy's throat with such vigor that the boy's nose and face bumped violently against the man's groin and slightly recoiled backwards.

Even though I have repeatedly used and mistreated Shadow's mouth so many times that it eventually became accustomed to being roughed and pained, the boy's endurance finally succumbed to the violent abuse as he went nearly limp, closed his teary and crying eyes and waited for his master to finish fucking his throat.

Luckily enough for the worn out boy, James's deep-throating session didn't last long as he eventually forced his prick down the boy's throat one last time and kept it inside for a few moments, signaling a very near orgasm. When James's cum-build was nearing completion, he slid his cock out and let go of the boy's head while yelling Open your mouth and stick your fucking tongue out uncontrollably. With a grunt of utter satisfaction, James jacked his own shaft only a couple of times while the boy quickly grasped a few more breaths then braced himself for the upcoming cum-shower. Moments later, James's howls intensified exceptionally and echoed through the entire basement as a Vesuvius-level milky explosion burst out of his nine-incher and began to garnish the boy's soaking face.

James's reputation for cream-generosity didn't fail and Milo's mouth literally dropped as he witnessed the unfolding and spectacular show of milky sprinkles flying and swirling through the air and going towards his friend-of-misery's waiting face. Literally, not a single inch was left intact as streams upon streams of man-cum were shot at an incredible speed and began landing and creaming various parts of the boy's tender and teary face.

The second the first cumshot hit its target and splashed against the boy's forehead, a second and equally violent pump found its way over the boy's nasal bridge. In what seemed to be an orchestrated attempt to cover the entire façade, James kept on jerking, moving and pointing his dick at various spots on the boy's face, skillfully creaming the charmingly freckled cheeks, pointing another shot to the forehead, a large and nasty one over the boy's right eye-lid and at least three or four more waves found their way against the boy's lips, his stuck-out tongue and a sticky one which accidentally collided with the boy's front row of upper teeth.

As the cum-show neared its grand finale, the thick and gooey substance began their inevitable gravity slide down. The pool of cum which initially hit the boy's forehead began to drip down slowly, covering the thin and delicate eyebrow and formed a cum-tear swaying loosely in front of the boy's closed and creamed eye. In time, nearly all of the cream spots began to 'melt' down, leaving behind glistening streams and trails of man juice as they glided down towards the boy jaw. Eventually a few stubborn drops managed to hang and swing droopily by a gooey thread sticking on the jaw bones and cheeks, while a few other suicidal drops surrendered to gravity and dived down to land on the boy's sweet chest.

As a final show of ownership and humiliation, James led his smutty dick once more onto the boy's tongue, rubbed it slowly to gather as much of the sticky cum as he could then treated his boy's mouth with another few dick fucks, delivering the gooey substance to the back of the abused orifice and down the soar-throat of the wrecked boy's mouth. With a 'Lick it clean' command, James could finally relax as he waited for the boy-pet to clean his master's dick in a humble show of gratitude and thanks that his master used and abused him properly.

On my side, I was delighted to see James's needs being adequately fulfilled; unlike James however, I knew beyond any single shred of doubt that Shadow's performance wasn't his best, and he was simply demonstrating to his fellow boy-pet a small array of techniques which should set him on the right path of becoming a pleasing cock-sucker.

Since the following would be Milo's first proper blowjob, I had absolutely no doubt that he couldn't possibly perform most if not a good fraction of his expert peer's actions. However, since I made sure he had a close-up of what a proper blowjob looked like and with the intention of giving him a chance to demonstrate what he learned, I decided that I would be content if he could at least imitate a few of Shadow's techniques.

Therefore and after congratulating James on the exceptional performance and generous amount of cream he had bestowed upon his pet, I unleashed Milo's collar and ordered him to stay as I went to fetch my undisputed 'expert-training' companion. This, 'stimulating' tool which happens to be an all time favorite of mine, is a special hard-leather belt I dubbed 'The Black Bastard' whose simple mentioning suffices to send shudders of fear down the spines of all my pets.

When I was back and facing Milo, I intentionally swung the loud and vicious looking 'The Black Bastard' in front of his face to serve as a graphic reminder. Content to see his properly basked in fear, I ordered the boy to an 'On your knees' stance, dangled my half-erect dick in front of his face and gave him the 'Suck Me' clicker command.

Certainly confused yet increasingly proving himself to be a truly fast-learner, Milo began my cock-worshiping phase beautifully as he copied Shadow's performance to an acceptably good level. Therefore, my personal pleasure caused by the boy's mouth working on my genitals was even more maximized and enhanced by the boy's success to imitate Shadow. Nevertheless, as I began to lower my shield and accept the boy's accomplishment, he made his first mistake by unintentionally sinking his teeth to my scrotum's flesh.

Not wanting to but acting in line with my obligations as a relentless boy-pet trainer, I had no other option but to give Milo a first taste of 'The Dark Bastard' as a punishment to his painful mistake. By the second I raised my arm and was ready to swing, I noticed a small stream of tears running down the boy's face as he realized that what he did was a mistake and eventually braced his body for upcoming pain.

Undeterred by the boy's tears, I hesitated for a mere second then gathered the boy's wrists and held them firm with my left hand, raised his arms above his head and sent an extremely painful, very vile and very vicious belt through the air and biting agonizingly on the boy's lower back and butt-cheeks. Understandably, the boy couldn't fight a natural reaction to jolt the pain away as he struggled against my tight and overpowering grip. However, the puny child had little to no chance to evade a fully grown man's hold and soon enough, his body received another intense jolt of extreme pain as a second lash of the belt swished wickedly through the air and landed atop the original whipping spot.

When the two stimulating thrashes were administered on the squirmy body, I concluded that Milo was given a fair and adequate reminder and therefore, I let go of the boy's arms and gave him another chance to prove himself. Doing the best he could, Milo did show a remarkable improvement as he resumed his imitating performance, bobbing his head beautifully and doing wonders with his tonge.

However, Milo's overzealous attempts to please me and avoid punishment didn't turn out very well as they were shadowed by his lack of experience, which led him to commit frequent and unnerving mistakes such as teething my shaft or biting too hard on my nuts. As an unfortunate consequence, the tender boy's body received a few more treats from the vicious belt throughout the entire lesson until the job was nearing completion and my dick was getting ready to erupt.

At that particular moment, I slid my cock out of the boy's mouth and began jerking off to prepare my orgasm. Copying his fellow pet, Milo realized what he should do as he successfully opened his mouth and stuck his tongue obediently in anticipation. However, the second I let a raucous howl which coincided with my first spurt, the poor boy unwillingly snapped his mouth shut which caused my perfectly aimed spurts to splash against his sealed lips, chin and down to the floor.

Utterly displeased by his lack of will to learn or obey, I found myself humming and raging with anger as my wide-open-eyes were devastated at the sight of my precious cum going to waste. Therefore, and without giving any second thoughts on what another cruel punishment could cause on the already battered body, I called for James who was being foot-massaged by Shadow for help and asked him to help me hang the miserable boy on the 'Weight & Whipper'.

For a brief instant, and probably because of my newly-found compassion for Tommy, I nearly hesitated to put the terrorized child to another painful experience. However, with James's presence and his accusations that I was going soft, as well as because of the boy's many mistakes and failure to receive my cum-gift, I found myself grabbing him forcefully by his hair and dragging his wiggling and pleading body all the way to the 'Weight & Whipper'.

Even with the tremendous amount of pain Milo went through a couple of days ago, with all the fear which has snuck into his very soul and his visibly shaking limbs, the boy's spirit for 'survival' kicked in as his obedience vanished in favor of a swiftly suppressed struggle.

The second I let go of the boy's hair to gather and bind his ankles together; Milo's sweet limbs went practically mental in a desperate fight for freedom. However, with his puny physique and the presence of two fairly large men, the turnout wasn't to his favor as he found his arms being held firmly in place and pinned down to the ground by James's muscular frame. On the other end of his body, I had to pin the boy's torso with my knee and struggle with his much powerful limbs. The beautiful pair of slender boy legs squirmed and kicked uncontrollably through the air, until I finally managed to grasp and squeeze his forelegs under my arm and with a considerable amount of difficulty, succeeded to secure the boy's ankles in their waiting restraints. Only then, did James and I let go of the dangerous and angry animal and stood idle for a couple of seconds to watch a rather entertaining show, a boy's struggle for freedom!

• – He's a lively one, James said in admiration.
• – I can't believe what I'm seeing… I probably haven't told you yet but this boy was on the roast a couple of days ago! I replied as I watched Milo desperately crawl away from the machine then forced to stop as the thick chain reached its length.
• – You're screwing me right?
• – No… I'm telling you it's true!
• – How the fuck could he survive the roast and still have such determination? James exclaimed again as he placed his foot on the boy's chest and pressed a bit to force the boy to calm down.
• – I don't know… but I'm working on it, I said as I winked at James and gave him one of the device's soft-belts.
• – Your call… he said, referring to which part of the boy's body I wanted to play with.
• – Well… let me suspend the boy's body first, give his muscles something to ache and complain about then we'll see, I added.

With that, I went for the pulley's rotating wheel and as soon as I began turning it with a bit of struggle, the never boring sight of a boy's naked body struggling as it is being lifted by the ankles was beautifully unfolded. However, by the time the boy's feet were high enough for his shoulders to bend sharply on the floor, causing additional pain to the neck and head, I stopped the ascending journey and moved on to secure the boy's wrists.

When I was done tying the boy's hands and join them together, I re-manned the rotating wheel and moved on to raise the boy's deliciously whippable body high off the ground until his hands and body were loosely swaying back and forth, around two feet [60 cm] above the ground.

• – This never gets old… James remarked as he placed his palm flat on the boy's abdomen and pushed his body to sway some more.
• – I know… boys were made to be bound and hung by their feet… can't fucking wait to whip his ass…
• – So… you're implying you want the ass?
• – Take whichever side you want… I just wanna have fun and teach this animal a hopefully final lesson…
• – Well… in that case… I call the boy's front! Haha.
• – Okay… but no face of genital punishment though!
• – Why not?
• – I don't want to spoil the merchandize you fucking twat… I said as I grabbed the boy's hanging head and pointed at his face.
• – Oooh… ok.
• – You do the chest and abdomen… I'll take care of the back of his legs and ass…
• – Only?
• – Yea… I don't think his back or shoulders can handle any more whipping so I'll skip those, hehe…
• – Fine… you're no longer fun to be around you soft bastard… ready?
• – Nope… let him feel 'the weight', it'll be a lot more rewarding to see him trying to struggle his skinny arms and lift the ball, haha.
• – Hehe… that's more like it… A few more clips would be nice as well… he remarked as he pinched the boy's nipples and twisted the soft and sensitive areolas nastily.
• – I'll get to that, don't worry.

With that, I went to the device's drawer and took one five-pound [~2½ kg] ball and knelt down to secure the ball's chain to the center of the boy's wrist cuffs. The minute I let go of the heavy ball which swung instantly, the boy's arm joints clearly felt gravity's pain as he let out a first scream of pain. I'm not done yet you little fuck… save some of your screams for later, I said with a cruel tone to James's laugh.

Opting for a couple of light clipper-weight-balls, I decorated my boy-Christmas-tree-body with seven clippers, two biting viciously on his nipples, another two hanging by the tip of his ears, one on the base of his tender shaft, one biting and squeezing on his belly button and a final one on the back of his neck.

Needless to say, by the time I had finished placing my decorations, he was screaming wildly beyond control, pained by the metal teeth biting on his flesh, by the weight of his own body dangling by his fragile ankles and by the added weight of the different balls, further straining and aching his fragile limbs. With a nod of approval, James and I looked at each other and with a mutual wink; we began working on the hanging body, and giving the boy another 'session-in-hell'.

As per chosen, James focused his attention on the boy's chest, abdomen and occasionally his thighs with violently and noisy whips while I was doing the boy's back-legs and ass. Feeling amused and rather ecstatic by the sight of the boy's beautiful globes wiggle and shake with every violent flog they received, I focused and fed them a few more thrashes until I eventually got bored and moved on to tend to the other parts.

A while later, James and I agreed to move on to the second phase of a proper boy-whipping session. Working in succession for at least a couple of minutes, I had to wait till the second James whips the boy's front, before delivering a juicy and swishy one to bite on his thighs or ass and vice versa with James. Using this method, we were actually messing with the boy's perception of pain, since his brain became so confused by the nearly simultaneous jolts of pain transported through the different parts of the boy's nervous-system that it no longer had the ability to focus on a single part of the battered body.

As a consequence to that and after having already screamed his lungs out and struggled as much as he could against the pain, the boy's brain finally surrendered and his nervous system broke down as the boy stopped screaming and struggling. For the remainder of the boy's punishment, the abused child had completely lost control as his body hung limply, swaying back and forth under the effect of the whippings and continued to be misused by two ruthless animals disguised as men.

Another five minutes passed through the boy's ordeal with the only sound echoing through the room is that of the belts hissing, swishing and crackling against the tender body of a ten year old boy, biting and screwing on his flesh. However, after I have directed at least thirty lashes, my arm began to ache and I had to take a break and a breath, a few more whippings later James also stopped and both of us stood to assess and admire our work.

• – Fuck my arm's sore…
• – Yea… you're not getting any younger, hehe, taunted James who was in a much better shape than me.
• – Yea well… nice job you did here… I said in admiration as I held the boy's hip and rotated his body to face mine. Milo's front was almost ubiquitously marked with red-stripes, scattered across the boy's chest, abdomen, sides, thighs and even a few which found their way to the top, on the boy's forelegs.
• – And just as I have expected… you're going soft, haha, he ridiculed as he saw my side of the boy's body wasn't as severely punished as his. Apart from the boy's butt-cheeks which were adequately cared for, the remaining of the boy's thighs and calves bore only a few soft-marks and appeared to be in a near-natural condition.
• – Not soft, considerate… I'm punishing him for a mistake… if I was going for fun, I would've picked a healthy boy who could endure much more than this… remember I told you he was on the roast a couple of days ago…
• – So what? he said as he intentionally slapped the boy's thighs and ass, to show that they were firm enough.
• – Let me ask you something… would you ever buy a broken car?
• – Definitely not! he hastily replied.
• – Oh… ok then, would you ever buy a useless and broken boy?
• – Oooh… I see.
• – Exactly… now… let's put him down and give him a few minutes. If you can feed him you cock, be my guest… he's gonna need a lot of cocks to practice on. If you can't… well I'll just have to wait for an hour then stuff him with mine.
• – Nah it's okay… I'll tend to his practicing 'needs' Hehehe, he replied while groping his own groin.
• – Very well… when you're done training him put him back into his cubicle, I'll leash Shadow on my way up, and then I'm going to have some sleep.
• – Ok, will do my best…
• – Oh one more thing… let him be the active part so that he could refine his skills… I don't need a mouth-fucking monster right now ok?!
• – Okay… sleep tiiiight, don't let the bed bugs bite you fucking soft twat hahaha haha.
• – Fucker… hehe

Honestly, I was too tired and exhausted for an insult fight so I opted to keep moving till I reached Shadow's gooey face, put him back into proper storage and after a slight diary entry, went for a much-needed sleep.

Monday, November 3rd, 2005 – 11.00 AM | The Hunt…

As if to add insult to injury, James's tendency to be the dominant and active part regarding anything that touches his dick took the better part of him. By acting against my instructions, it seems that he couldn't control himself yesterday and ended up fucking Milo's face too hard to the point that the boy couldn't open his mouth to eat his breakfast earlier this morning.

When Tommy and I were filling the pets' dog dishes for breakfast, Milo's tears and very red and swollen eyes signified that something was terribly wrong but I couldn't figure out what it was exactly. Therefore, the poor and helpless child had no other way but to overcome his pained joints and crawl into a pathetic DSHL then mumbled three faint barks. To clarify what he was feeling, he had no choice but to risk being punished as a result of breaking the DSHL, which wasn't allowed, and pointed to his swollen jaw's joints.

Okay, I had no intention of being soft but… to punish a child for simply breaking a silly position to indicate how much pain he was going through was wrong, even for a person like me. Therefore, in another unprecedented action, I unleashed Milo and 'snuck' him up to my bedroom where I helped him lay on my bed and adjusted his back against the pillows. Then, I asked Tommy to microwave a bowl of soup and bring it back with a spoon, which he did as it took him a couple of minutes before he came back in a hurry and closed the door behind him.

What I did next widened Tommy's eyes in disbelief seeing me for the first time in his life, being gentle to one of my pets as I began feeding the boy calmly and without any rush or irritation. With my knowledge that the poor boy could barely part his lips, I proceeded to dip the spoon in the soup, guiding it to his mouth and waiting for him to force his aching jaw open before slurping the warm meal. When he was done, I rubbed the boy's jaw-joints with BenGay for a couple of minutes very gently with the palm of my hands then I bound the boy's left ankle to the bed post and gestured at him to sleep in my bed as I covered his naked body with the warm sheets.

• – Why did you feed him, dad? Tommy asked skeptically.
• – Being a master has its limits, son… in due time, you'll come to understand it eventually… I replied calmly and very casually as to not reveal my newly-found softness which I was struggling to kill again. With that, I left the room and asked Tommy to put on some clothes.
• – Why dad? he chimed in an annoyed tone. Great, my son is starting to act like a son… hehe! I thought to myself with a smile.
• – We're going out after lunch! I added.
• – Oh ok… pretzels or something?
• – Nope… well we can have some if you want, but we're going for a more interesting thing, hehe.
• – Oh…C'mon tell me!
• – Not now… get dressed, I added once more as I called for a 'rent-a-car' service, gave them my address and was told the car will be delivered around 3 PM.

Tommy's unplanned 'field trip' was in fact a direct result of Milo's condition which meant that his training couldn't possibly be resumed today. Even more than just Milo's status, James told me that he needed half a day off to finish 'something' he didn't clarify and that he will be back in the afternoon. Furthermore, the geek failed to meet his deadline and told us that he needed a few more hours to get everything up and running without any problems.

And on top of all that was rather a personal struggle which has been going on for a while. To be honest, I've been wrestling with the idea of changing my career for quite a while now, even before the Romania trip. So when I saw the opportunity of hopefully being able to make 'tons of money' from the comfort of my own house, I decided to build on it and leave the smuggling to James. However, for this new business venture to succeed, I figured that I need to keep offering new boys to the online crowd to keep my perverted customers attached to my website and very enticed to click on the 'buy-video' link or whatever it would be called.

All of this combined, and since I didn't want to waste a day without any constructive or 'deconstructive' work done, a genuine 'Thomas Connors' idea popped up and I decided to show Tommy another side of my work he hasn't seen before, well… actually he was the result of it but never had a chance to see how it's done, the hunt!

Monday, November 3rd, 2005 – 3.05 PM | Never Hitch a Ride!

By the time my doorbell rang and I received the rented car's key, Tommy had finished cleaning the dishes and came in whistling while listening to his IPod. Since the weather was very beautiful, shining and very warm, I asked him to wear a baseball cap because we were going to watch some 'interesting' stuff. When he was back, we went to the car which I had 'packed with a few things' and were on our way, to hunt…

• – Okay… we're in the car now dad… where are we going? chimed Tommy the second I was out of my driveway.
• – Hehehe… I'm not telling!
• – C'mon… please!
• – Let me asking you something first…
• – Okay…
• – Remember when you were hitch-hiking and you ended up with me?
• – Yea…
• – Well… do you think this was an accident?
• – Uhm… I don't know I think so!
• – Well it was an accident that I bumped into YOU on the road… but it doesn't mean that I was just driving my car without any purpose… you understand?
• – Oooh ooooooh yea… ohhhhh… soooooo… this is what we're doing now?
• – Not entirely.
• – I don't understand!
• – Well… for now we'll drive all the way until we reach the highway exit, then we'll drive another hour on a country road… nowhere in specific, you know…
• – Ohhh ok, so if we see a boy who is hitching.
• – Exactly…
• – But why? I mean you have many other boys…
• – True but…
• – What?
• – Okay let me explain it in simple turns, the reason we need more boys is because of the new website we're making… I mean very soon, I'll finish Milo's training and I'll sell the boy to his new master. Also, you're no longer a… uhm, you know you're my son now so this only leaves us with seven boys and that's hardly enough to keep the customers buying videos don't you think?
• – Yea… well I mean when I used to watch porn like… it's like every website has like soooo many girls with boobs and stuff, Hehehe.
• – Exactly… we need more faces to keep the people interested!
• – Yea! I get it now…
• – Let me asking you something… did you like it when you watched those girls with boobs?
• – Kinda… Yea I did but… he stopped to think.
• – But what?
• – I don't think girls like them can be like… our pets you know.
• – Hehehehe… You twisted lil bastard… do you like, 'our pets'? I said with a cheered tone since I heard Tommy identifying my stable boys as 'our pets' instead of 'your pets', meaning he's acting like a real son in assuming that my property is his own as well, and that he was not just faking being my son to wait for an opportunity to escape or something.
• – Honest dad?
• – Sure…
• – I like it a lot; I mean being in control and everything but sometimes I feel sorry for them because I know how hard it is sometimes dad… sorry!
• – No it's ok… you don't have to be sorry!
• – But I really mean it… I like having pets like them and that I can do whatever I want to them, it's fun!
• – Shhh…
• – What?
• – Look, I said as I pointed at a small figure around 100 feet [30 m] away.
• – Ohhhh are you gonna stop?
• – Well, we're gonna offer him a ride, if he accepts, he's in and if he doesn't… we'll see.
• – Oh ok! he said excitedly as his eyes widened in anticipation.
• – Hi there… seems you're lost? I said as I lowered Tommy's window.
• – Nah… I'm just heading downtown, a fairly good looking boy who appeared to be around eleven said casually while chewing gum.
• – Oh… I don't wanna sound like a weirdo or anything but my son and I are going there… wanna come?
• – Where exactly are you going mister?
• – Well… since it's a nice day and Tommy's homework is done I thought I'd take him to watch the little league… I think they've got a game in like 30 minutes or something…
• – Oh… the boy added in 'I wish I could be there' tone.
• – Listen kiddo… you're more than welcome to join us and when the game's over I can drop you by your folks house or wherever you wanna go.
• – Seriously? he added.
• – Does it look like I'm kidding Tommy? I addressed Tommy with a wink.
• – You wouldn't dare kidding… mum will start nagging! the clever boy replied.
• – Hehe, oh yea she will…Well anyways we don't wanna run late, are you coming? I added as I slightly closed the window, implying on 'you're gonna loose the chance'.
• – Sure… okay!
• – Bingo… I whispered at Tommy's ear the second the oblivious victim reached for the door's handle.
• – Thanks mister! the innocent child added.
• – No problem kiddo… welcome aboard! With that, I closed Tommy's window and drove a couple of miles then started to slow down to a near stop.
• – Is there something wrong mister?
• – I just need to take a wiz. Hehehe, I'm searching for a decent place so that no one sees me… it's like embarrassing you know, hehe, I added cheerfully.

As I spotted the 'decent' place I had in mind, I pulled over and stopped behind a well hidden spot with thick bushes and a few trees. With it'll take a minute boys, hang on, I opened my door and went for the trunk. The soon the innocent boy saw me open the trunk, he was alerted that 'something' was not right. However, he didn't move and sat quietly as I prepared a rag of chloroform and two pairs of ropes. Quietly, I snuck next to car's backdoor and in an instant opened the handle and jumped on the boy, applying the rag on his face until he went limp.

• – A nice catch for such a short ride! I said excitedly to Tommy who had turned around to see the result.
• – Cool… it's easy, hehe! he added.
• – Yea but you gotta keep your eyes open. Now… climb from the other side and bind his wrists behind his back together.
• – Okay dad… he added as he climbed to the back seat.

Working properly on our prey's body like a father and son, Tommy made a good job at tying the boy's wrists while I fastened another rope against the boy's ankles. When that was done, I took a peek to see if there's anyone and when I was sure there wasn't even a single soul around, I maneuvered the boy onto my arms and dumped him in the trunk. Furthermore, to secure any unplanned or accidental movement, I attached the boy's wrist and ankle restraints together with another rope and shoved a thick gag inside his mouth then sealed it with duct tape.

• – Way to go dad… It's really easy! the dumb and excited kid chimed, feeling the adrenaline rush of breaking the law, doing a dangerous stunt and kidnapping a human being…
• – Well… we're not done yet! I said with a grin.
• – What do you mean?
• – I wasn't lying when I said we're going to watch the little league, hehe.
• – And the boy?
• – Well we can't leave him without company don't you think? I winked in an attempt to make him understand that 'boy-hunting-season' hasn't ended yet.

Anyhow, we went back into the car and drove all the way to town until we reached the diamond playground. Before going to the benches however, I explained to Tommy that he should act completely natural, order a hot dog if he wanted, drink a soda if he felt like, cheer and watch excitedly as any other boy would do. When I was sure he understood the drill, we climbed a couple of benches up and reached for an 'isolated' area with no one around.

• – Why did we sit here dad? Away from the others?
• – Well… we can't talk comfortably if someone else is around don't you think!?
• – Talk about what?
• – You'll see…

With that, I flexed my arms a bit and we waited for the game to start. Meanwhile, I was scanning the area, looking at every single boy who was unlucky enough to be there that day and taking mental notes on some of the boys I deemed 'worthy of a stunt'. Then, after the game began I asked Tommy to wait as I went to get us a couple of sodas.

• – So… did you like anything?
• – Yea… the game's fun! he replied, still oblivious of my intentions.
• – Oh ok… hehe… hey Tommy! I added as I sat down and handed him a soda.
• – Yea dad?
• – I know this is gonna sound weird but… do you remember when's your birthday?
• – Uhm… it's in 1992 I think.
• – No no hehe… I mean, day and month!
• – Oh… no I don't remember.
• – Hmm… well… how about today?
• – What do you mean?
• – Let's pretend that today's your birthday and we'll keep celebrating it on November 3rd every year… how about that?
• – Oh hehe… ok!
• – Good… happy birthday! yea I know I sounded dumb but I had something in mind.
• – Thanks… I guess, haha, Tommy replied with an understandable silly laugh.
• – There's so many beautiful boys around… don't you think?
• – Yea… and they're like all blonde! he exclaimed!
• – Yea… that one looks beautiful, I pointed to a batboy wearing a green jersey with a white number 8 on its back.
• – Mhm… this one's cool too, he added as he pointed to a boy who wasn't a player and was standing a couple of feet away.
• – You have a good taste… just like your dad, I said with a wink then asked. Which one do you think is the best looking kid around here?
• – Uhhh… he began scanning the entire playground, checking every boy and blabbering to himself then finally pointed out to a number 23 red-jersey boy swinging his bat near the bench.
• – I see… he looks very cute, I added.
• – He could make a good pet… Tommy said in a fait whisper, probably not wanting me to hear his remark.

For the remainder of the game, I kept my eyes pinned on Tommy's 'likely' surprise birthday present, the number 23 boy. From what I saw, the boy didn't seem to have any of his parents around and seemed to have a rather sad or disappointed look on his face. Not only that, throughout the entire game the unlucky boy didn't actually talk to anyone, except twice with his coach in what I assumed was a protest for being a bench warmer since he scrunched his face in anger after every chat. With the game nearing its end, I quickly scanned the surrounding area, trying to establish a safe spot where I can speak with the boy or even snatch him if opportunity presents itself. However, my scan was quickly stopped as I noticed Tommy's nature-call intensifying.

• – Go… I said to Tommy.
• – What?
• – Go take a whiz…
• – Oh no… it's the big one, hehe.
• – So? Check the bathrooms if they're clean, do your business, it'll be another hour before we go home, I explained. With that unpleasant information, he stood up and seemingly unable to hold on any longer, dashed towards the bathroom.

As if fate was actually working to my advantage, the referee called the game as soon as Tommy went to do his business. The second I stood up, I saw the boy-prey walking towards my car which I had parked on a small dirt road around 120ft [35 m] away from the playground. Without a moment of thought, I followed him and had enough confidence that Tommy wouldn't run away and eventually wait by the car if he didn't find me on the bench. Anyways, by the time I tailed the boy to my parking spot, I noticed that no one was around and seized the chance to address the boy.

• – Tough luck on losing the game, I said as I reached for my keys casually…
• – Screw them… bunch of losers.
• – Why do you call yourself a loser?
• – I'm not a loser… they are! he said angrily while pointing backwards towards the playground.
• – But you're in the same team, I added nonchalantly.
• – I never get to play… that stupid coach wants me to stay on the stupid bench and he puts his stupid son in every stupid game instead off me… cute and angry, perfect!
• – Aw… sorry about that… He shouldn't do that!
• – Yea well screw him… I'll show him!
• – Hehehe… where are your folks then kiddo? You shouldn't be going around like that and talking to strangers like me.
• – It's okay… mum's doing her hair and dad's at work.
• – Oh… what about your brother?
• – I don't have a brother, he said in disappointment.
• – Aw too bad… listen you really shouldn't talk to strangers kid, it's really bad, I said with a wink.
• – I know… but you're nice, he replied innocently as he gave me a warm smile.
• – Hehe… uhm, oh well here's my car. Need a ride?
• – Err… no thanks mister… my house is just a around the corner, the boy replied with a slight tone of nervousness in his voice.
• – Okay then, take care and don't fight with your coach, hehehehe… show him how good you are instead! I added to cool him off as I went for my trunk, pried it slightly open and quickly snatched the chloroform rag and sealed it in my palm.

Taking another swift look through the area, I knew I was completely alone among nothing but a few parked cars with the closest one being at least 40ft [12 m] away. Furthermore, my scan didn't show any surveillance cameras and concluded that if I acted fast enough, no one would notice a thing.

• – Hey superman, could you give me a hand for a second please… I raised my voice a bit so that the boy who was now a few feet away could hear.
• – With what mister? he said as he turned around.
• – Just hold the stupid trunk… it seems like the handle is broken or something… keeps snapping shut whenever I leave it… stupid rental cars! I said while emphasizing on the word stupid which the oblivious kid seemed to use a lot, in an attempt to relate to him. Luckily for me it worked as he stepped closer and stood next to me, glancing at the stupid trunk.
• – Okay… so I just have to hold it?
• – Yep… my son's birthday bike is inside and I wanna surprise him with it, he'll be back from the bathroom in a minute.
• – Ohhhh Okay… open it, I can hold it in place mister, with a warm smile I thanked him while I pretended that my keys slipped away and bent down to pick them.
• – Err… let me see… which key, oh here it is. I pretended that I was shuffling my key ring as I took a final glance and was certain I was in a perfect blind spot and definitely unseen.

In a simultaneous and very quick action, I opened the trunk with one hand, grabbed the boy's pants by the elastic waist with my other hand and shoved the child into the 'occupied' trunk while I placed the rag on his face. In a fraction of a second the boy's life changed as he went completely unconscious, he didn't even have a chance to open his mouth or scream for help.

Instantly I closed the trunk and sealed it as I looked around and was relieved that no one saw a thing. Therefore, I climbed into the car and waited for Tommy who had taken his time but finally showed up running towards me.

• – What are you a damn sewer pipe? Hehehe… I taunted as he climbed in.
• – Yea… whooh… lots and lots of… err you know what, haha!
• – Haha… okay buckle up… we're going home.
• – But aren't you looking for more boys?
• – Nah I think we'll go home now… we'll hunt another time, I'm tired.
• – Okay!
• – Off we go…
• – I like it!
• – You like what?
• – The hunt… it's a cool word dad, hehe.
• – Oh… yep, we're hunters my boy, I said with an intentional evil grin.

On my way back, I called James and told him I've got a couple of tequilas I want you to taste. As always, Tommy's curious nature stepped in asking what tequila was. With a smile, I changed the subject and went straight home to find James had already opened the large garage behind the house.

Monday, November 3rd, 2005 – 5.35 PM | A Trunk Load and a Birthday Present!

• – You mother fucker… why the hell didn't you mention a thing?
• – I didn't plan it, hehe…
• – What?
• – Yea… bored with nothing to do so… I took Tommy on a field trip.
• – You're fucking nuts… and I thought you were going soft… well anyways… a good catch? he said as Tommy got out of the car and moved towards the trunk.
• – Oh uhm… just one… I winked at him to shut up.
• – Dad… the trunk is locked, Tommy said as he tried to open the trunk.
• – Oh… well listen, I'm hungry and I can handle this myself… be a good sport and make me a sandwich will ya? I asked in an attempt to get rid of him.
• – Sure dad…
• – Wait for me in the living room though, it'll be a minute.
• – Okay, he replied in confusion, feeling that something wasn't right.
• – What's wrong? asked James.
• – I got two boys not one… but one of them has Tommy's name on it, hehe.
• – I don't get it…
• – Today's Tommy's birthday and I couldn't think of a better gift for a new master… fuck I'll explain it later, let me get him into Tommy's room first, I said as I showed James the red-jersey Blondie boy.
• – You're one weird son of a bitch you know that… I bow to your cruelty hehe, anyways… don't take too long we gotta see the geek's work.
• – Okay… listen keep Tommy busy, ask him to help you with the other boy… put the little bastard in a cage downstairs and we'll deal with him later… I'll be with you in half an hour.
• – Ok daddy, he teased with a roaring laugh as he loaded the unconscious boy onto his broad shoulder and called for Tommy.
• – Your sandwich is on the table dad, yelled Tommy as he followed James downstairs.

As soon as they both disappeared, I soaked another rag with just a bit of chloroform and applied it to the unconscious boy's face to lengthen his 'sweet sleep' for another hour. Then, I loaded Tommy's gift on my shoulder and dashed to the bathroom.

Once inside, I locked the door behind me and began taking the boy's uniform, starting with his shoes and smelly socks and then his tight pants, jersey and undies. When the boy was stripped completely naked, I placed him in the tub and started cleaning the boy's sweaty body, soaping and rinsing the unconscious child's hair and body a few times until his skin's sweaty smell was replaced by a refreshing scent of lime and his soft and silky blonde hair became full of an appetizing apricot aroma.

Afterwards, I dried the boy's fresh body in and out, shoved the tip of the towel inside his virgin asshole and cleaned it even further then loaded the naked boy back on my shoulder and went to Tommy's room. Working as fast as I could, I tossed the boy on Tommy's bed and went for the 'gift-drawer' in my study. For what I had in mind, I took a few decorative ribbons, four short and colorful strands of rope and shuffled through a few greeting cards till I found a 'Happy Birthday' card shaped as a young boy wearing a hat and hugging dog.

Back inside Tommy's room, I 'decorated' the boy in a way I have done before with a few customers who bought their boys around Christmas time. The first thing I did was to open the boy's arms and legs in a spread eagle position then bound his limbs with the decorative ropes and tied them to the bedposts. Next, I wrapped a ribbon around the boy's neck with a bowtie on the front, and another ribbon around the boy's waist. Afterwards, I decorated the boy's torso between the neck and waist by wrapping a single length of ribbon diagonally and clockwise around the boy's body and another one running counter clockwise. Even more, I tied another four ribbons to the boy's wrists and ankles, above the ropes and added a bowtie on each. Finally, I added a rather lavish-looking bowtie at the bottom of the boy's chest and attached it to the two diagonal ribbons which collided underneath.

When the boy was beautifully present-wrapped, I took the greeting card and scribbled

To Tommy my true son,

He could make a good pet

with all my love, dad.

• – What's wrong, dad?
• – Err… well Tommy, thing is… I don't wanna be your dad anymore, I said to him with a very regular tone, to make him think I meant what I said.
• – Hungh? Err… wh… why dad? I can call you 'master' if you want dad…
• – Well… you know I'm a strict man don't you?
• – Yea… but da…
• – I told you to clean your room didn't I? I was actually fighting to restrain my laughter.
• – I was going to I promise… I'll go now… please dad… he said as he was nearing tears, I wanted to tease him not to make him cry so I eased it down a bit.
• – Okay okay… you have thirty seconds to make your bed; if you fail… you're out! I said as I watched him dash towards his room and I was quick to follow.
• – Oh… my god! Tommy's eyes widened in disbelief at the unconscious boy wrapped as a gift and bound to his bed.
• – Happy birthday son! I said with a wider than my face grin.
• – Oh Fuckkkkk… I mean oh damn…
• – Hehehe… you like it?
• – This… err… this is the boy from the league!
• – Yep… open the greeting card, I said as I watched him climb between the boy's open legs and snatch the card off the child's penis.
• – YOU HEARD THAT? he exclaimed in a high pitched and lovely tone as he read his own sentence.
• – Hahahaha… I have a the ears of a freaking mouse my boy!
• – Oh my gggggooood…
• – Tommy… listen to me very well, if you don't like this or if you feel bad about it you can tell me.
• – Why?
• – I mean if you want, we can put the boy's clothes back on and send him home if you don't want him to be your pet or if you feel bad about kidnapping him…
• – Are you kidding? Oh dad… this is awesome! he was so busy caressing the boy's thighs that he didn't even look at me.
• – Oh ok then… aren't you gonna unwrap your present?
• – I… Hehehe… can I say something?
• – What?
• – I FUCKING love you dad, heheheheh.
• – You're a twisted little son of a bitch, haha, I said as I tousled his hair and watched him unwrap his present.

Reaching for the boy's limbs, Tommy literally snatched away the bowties before untying the ribbons. Next, he undid and took the waist's ribbon away, unwrapped the torso and finally took away the neck's bowtie and ribbon.

• – He's very beautiful dad… look at his face!
• – Yep, you have a genuine knack to pick suitable boys, Tommy.
• – Thanks… I love it.
• – Now remember, the boy is yours and you can do to it whatever you want… you can keep him here in your room or we can find him a place in the stable.
• – Can I keep him here? I'll put a leash on him and tie him to the radiator over there.
• – Why would I care? He's yours not mine… I winked.
• – Hehehe… I'm gonna have soooo much fun with this!
• – Good but remember… you don't wanna put your dick in his mouth just yet… he's not trained and he might bite your pecker off!
• – What should I do then?
• – Teach him and prove to him that you are his master…
• – Err…
• – You can use any toy in the stable… belts, whips… whatever you want but remember, you shouldn't go very hard on him okay?
• – Okay… thanks dad… is he gonna stay asleep for long?
• – Nope… another ten minutes should wake him up.
• – Okay… I'll get some stuff from the stable then.
• – Do what you want but always lock your room's door behind you and keep the key in your pocket… now I have a lot of work to do so… have fun! I said as I went outside.
• – I will… THANKS DAAAAAAAAD, he yelled from his room while I was going downstairs.

Unconventional? Twisted? Pervert? Who cares…? I'm Thomas F Connors; Oh and F stands for fucking… got it? Thomas Fucking Connors! The worst mother fucking bastard to walk the earth…

Monday, November 3rd, 2005 – 7.30 PM | Server's Up!

By the time I went down to check on James, the hitch-hiking boy was fully awake and was rattling his cage like a crazy animal, shouting and swearing and shaking and pounding against his cage's metal bars.

• – Where the hell did you get this crazy fucker?
• – Another hitcher…
• – He's been awake for half an hour now and was shouting ever since… he's fucking driving me nuts..
• – I'll handle this…
• – Teach me…oh great master. Again with his mockery which I admired.
• – Hi there tiger! I said as I stood in front of the caged boy and smiled.
• – Mister… let me out of here please… I wanna go home! the boy pleaded as he cried.
• – Oh… I can't do that son.
• – Please mister… mum's gonna kill me.
• – Ohhhh… but you were running away from mummy, weren't you?
• – Please mister I won't do it again just let me go home please…
• – I'll tell you what… I'm gonna give you some food and water now, if you behave yourself and stop screaming tonight, tomorrow you'll wake up and you'll find yourself where I picked you up okay?
• – No mister… please mister pleaaaaaase… the poor boy whined as he kept struggling with the metal bars.
• – Fine… keep crying like a baby and stay in the cage… it's your choice, I said as I left then came back with food and water.

To James's disbelief, the moment I left the room the boy subsided and crawled into one side of the cage, whimpering silently. When I got back, I slid the bowls through the opening and told him that I'll keep my eye on him; promising him that if he behaves, he'll be home first thing in the morning. With a 'learn-something-from-me' grin at James, I went with him to see the geek's work.

• – Oh… finally you guys show up!
• – What the fuck is wrong with you? I replied annoyingly.
• – I finished this baby hours ago and I've been locked here that's what's fucking wrong with me.
• – Sorry about that… James wasn't here and I was really busy, I softened my tone.
• – Oh hell… come and check it out.
• – Is this the website?
• – Yep, www.buyaboy.com… You like it?
• – Not bad… what's this? I asked.
• – Pretty much a regular and standard porn website, let me explain! This tab is the 'profile' tab which will have a profile of each porn star which in our case is a boy star, it'll have a regular face picture and three other erotic photos, not necessarily porn. This one is the video samples page which will have promotional short videos, much like any other site. This one here, is the gallery page which will have some free galleries to tease the customers every once in a while. This page over here will contain the actual videos and when a customer pays for a certain video; he will be able to download it by clicking on this link..
• – This is actually good… I murmured.
• – The best is yet to come believe me! he added as he continued his explanation. If you click on 'order a custom movie' here, you'll be directed to an 'order form' where you insert your contact details, which boy you want from the profile page and describe what kind of movie you want in details. Furthermore and to help the customers make up their minds, I've added a drop down list which has most if not all of the sexual perversions and fetishes nature has ever produced!
• – Fuck…
• – Oh and one more thing.
• – More? James and I exclaimed.
• – Just a lil perk, this is a safe chat room where you can chat with others… you know, ask what they like, what they think, which type of movies are they interested in as well as if you want to invite someone to your auction..
• – This is really good buddy, are you sure it's safe though?
• – I'm willing to bet on my own life Mr. Thomas! he added with a certain and proud tone.
• – Very well then… what's next?
• – Well… the rest is up to you, I know nothing about photography so you better start shooting some sets with each one of your boys. As for me, well I think I deserve my reward and I'd like to have a boy for the night please!
• – Okay… a deal's a deal, I'll take you to a room and I'll give you a boy of my choice for the entire night..
• – As long as he's cute, I'm fine with it… he said as I ushered him out of the basement and to one of the 'guest rooms' on the upper floor.
• – My boys are ALL cute… Brian, I emphasized.

When I showed him to his room, I went down to the stable and since I was very certain that the man was horny beyond belief, I decided to go with Samson who's well trained and capable of handling a rough night. After unleashing the boy and taking off his collar, I delivered him to Brian who risked tearing his cheeks with an abnormally wide small as he thanked me and closed the door. For the rest of the night, Samson's voice echoed throughout the house… I didn't see, I didn't know that's what I keep telling myself!

Monday, November 3rd, 2005 – 8.35 PM | Say Cheese!

The minute I went back to James, I found that he had already fetched the camera and was waiting for me.

• – You wanna start now? I asked…
• – Why not?
• – I was… never mind ok… uh, what should we do first?
• – We need a few props…
• – Like what?
• – Umm… one of the spectator sofas, a table, a pedestal from the theatre, different collars, a whip, a belt, dildoes and stuff, a ball or any 'kid-stuff', oh… we also need a backdrop.
• – What's that?
• – Well since we don't have a studio yet… a white or any light color sheet should do good.
• – For what?
• – For better light! It'll give the photo a shiny background and a hot looking boy in the front… got it?
• – Oh ok…

With that information, James and I got the required items then I told him to wait for me as I went to check if Tommy's room had any balls or toys of some sort.

• – Knock knock.
• – Come in dad!
• – So… you're not wasting any time hehe, I said as I saw Tommy had changed the boy's position by untying him, turning him over on his chest then retying him in the same spread eagle.
• – I wanna teach him… just like you said… I got this belt from the stable, do you think it's good, dad?
• – Let me see… nope, you need a soft-belt for a starters, you don't wanna break your toy, son.
• – Oh ok…
• – Anyways… did you find any ball of some sort here when you packed your clothes?
• – Yea… there's a soccer ball on the upper shelf.
• – Ok I'm gonna need it…

I took the ball and went back to the stable, unleashed all of my boys and ordered them to follow me downstairs to the newly dubbed 'Studio Room'. By that time, James had already spread the sheet and fixed it on the wall, making sure it had no wrinkles to spoil the background. Furthermore, he had already placed the black leather sofa at the middle with the long coffee table in front of it. All of the other toys were stacked in one corner as well as two projector lamps which James must've brought from the theatre.

• – So are we ready? I asked.
• – Yea… you help me position the boy and I'll take the shots.
• – Okay… which one first?
• – Tiny Louie.
• – Where should I put him?
• – Let him stand on the table for a face picture first.
• – Mhm, I muttered as I ushered the boy and ordered him to stand on the table.
• – Turn his head slightly to the right.
• – Like this? I asked as I grabbed the boy's face and turned him a little bit.
• – Yea… hang on, perfect!
• – Done?
• – Yea… ok so how many photos should we take now?
• – I dunno… well, Brian said three erotic pictures… I'm blank here!
• – We need clothes then…
• – Why?
• – Teasers… socks, undies, shirts… explained James who seemed to have a bit more knowledge than me regarding this.
• – Shit…
• – You have a huge pile of memorabilia…
• – Oh yea… they're in Tommy's room I think.
• – Go and fetch all of them then!
• – This is too damn slow… I'll be back

By that time, two shrieks and moans were echoing throughout the house, one belonged to Samson and the anonymous one, I soon realized that it was Tommy's unnamed boy. The minute I went back to Tommy's room, he had already fetched a belt and was whipping the boy's back and thighs.

• – Like it, dad? he asked as he stopped and showed me the boy's marks.
• – Seems like a good job… don't focus on one spot only though, I replied as I pointed to the boy's trembling butt-cheeks who apparently received the biggest chunk of hits.
• – Oh ok…
• – I'm gonna need all the old clothes, not the ones I brought you.
• – Take whatever you want, dad…

Leaving Tommy to play, I went back to the Studio again with a literally huge pile of clothing items which were collected from the many boys I had acquired in the past. By reaching James, I dumped the pile on the ground and began searching for suitable items to fit Louie's tiny frame.

• – What should I be looking for? I asked James.
• – Hmm… the boy's thighs are very beautiful, so we'll keep'em exposed… try finding a shirt, undies of any kind and a pair of socks.

For a few minutes, I shuffled around and tested on Louie until we found the perfect match. A plain navy blue shirt, white briefs and a pair of plain white tube socks now covered part of the boy's body leaving his beautiful and slender legs fully exposed.

• – Okay, let him kneel on the sofa's seat.
• – Like that? I asked as I handled the boy into a kneeling pose.
• – Yea, now turn him sideways and straighten his arms, then place his palms spread on the sofa's arms..
• – Okay… like this? I said as I maneuvered the boy to meet James's instructions.
• – Yep… now, hold his left ankle and stretch his leg just a bit so that his forefoot lands on the other sofa's arm.
• – This way?
• – yea… finally, pull his shirt just a little bit up so that we can see some flesh underneath… ok… perfect. Turn his head towards the camera and move away.

The following 'SNAP' sound from the camera signified the first-ever erotic picture we took, many more followed to the point that the computer needed some more disks to keep up. Anyways, after James took the first shot, he readjusted his position by kneeling down and asking me to help with the next shot.

• – Okay now… let him stand still in a slave position on the sofa's seat… Great! Now, pull his shirt from its waist and let him bite on it… Perfect! Beautiful tummy flesh. Now, slide both of the boy's thumbs under the waist of his briefs and lower the briefs juuuuust a tiny bit. Beautiful! Oh… uhm… move his right foot just an inch closer and let him stand tip-toe on it… fucking gorgeous! Oh move away and… done!
• – Another one?!
• – Yea…
• – What will it be then?
• – I'm thinking of showing some ass…
• – Your call… I added, totally blank when it came to erotic photo-shoots.
• – Okay, uhm… take his briefs off and lay him on the table on his right side, his head supported by his right arm…Okay, err… bend his left thigh upwards a bit and a little bit to the front so that I can get an angle of his ass… Nice! Okay one more thing, slot in the briefs, slide them in and let it swing from his ankle..
• – Why the hell for…
• – You'll see when you check the photos, they'll be mind-blowing hehe, I'm enjoying this!
• – Like this? I said as I 'attached' the briefs to the boy's ankle.
• – Yep… now… oh wait… hold the boy's dick and squeeze it down so that I can see his ass, balls and lil pecker.
• – Fuck… ok, satisfied now?!
• – Perrrrrfect… step aside and… Say cheeeese!

With Louie's profile pictures taken, we moved on to 'document' all of the other 'boy-porn-stars' by taking three different photos along a face photo of each boy, except for Samson who was being used by Brian, Milo who wasn't my property and was still in my bedroom and Duo which I opted to keep for a while before releasing him into public as a new addition.

Anyways, by the time it was 11.55, James and I had finished the initial photo-shoot, stored the boys back into the stable, fed them and soon find out we had nothing else to do… that was until James looked at me with a grin and said… How about a movie?!