The summer night air was cool on my face as I came up to the house. I walked across the front yard, seeing my way by the dim light of a street lamp a few houses down. It was enough to find my way. Enough to see that there was no security system. Enough to see that all the lights were out.

A first-floor window was open, saving me the time of picking the lock. It wasn't hard to move the screen up and climb in. At 2am, in the darkness, no one saw me. I lowered the screen behind me, gloved hands ensuring there were no fingerprints.

Perfect.

The living room was neat and tidy. There was a television, but carrying that off would be a hassle. No, I was on the lookout for laptops, jewelry, and other high-value but small objects. But it was in the kitchen, on the refrigerator, that I saw something else that unexpectedly caught my interest.

A family photo.

Mommy, daddy, and… according to the first-grade report card… little Martin Lopez.

Let me tell you about this boy. He was there in this little polo shirt, and he was the cutest little thing. Soft brown skin, wide eyes, a wide nose, and the most beautiful puffy cheeks. He had this mischievous smile, a grin, really, and wide, wild hair that flowed everywhere even though they'd tried to tame it for the photo.

I sighed to myself. I should get in, get out, and be done. But there was a strain in my pants, and I knew what that meant. I had to taste this boy.

I fiddled with my pocket, felt the vial. A simple compound. One that would make this all very easy, if I could deliver it.

The compound was straightforward. A few drops in someone's mouth and it would keep them in a deep sleep for hours. I got out a medicine dropper and crept in to little Martin's parents' room. I crept quietly over the carpeted floor until I got to daddy's side of the bed, and then reached out with the medicine dropper. Placing it carefully between his lips, I squeezed it, and a stream of liquid shot into his mouth. He turned his head to the side, then settled into a deeper sleep.

I crept around to the other side of the bed, and soon the liquid was in mommy's mouth too. It would take about ten minutes to have its full effect.

The next room I found was the study. Good. It had a laptop.

Then the next room was Martin's.

The room was dark, with a cool breeze from another open window. Through the dim moonlight, I could make out his light blue bedsheets, some action figures in a corner, and some legos. And there was the boy, sleeping on his back on his twin-size bed, face quiet and still, hair spread out wildly over his pillow. Clutched against him was a little teddy bear with a huge nose.

God, I was so horny.

I crept up to him. He shifted slightly, but not at my quiet approach. I reached forward with the medicine dropper and parted his pale-brown lips. Pushing it in, I squeezed, sending the sleeping fluid out into his mouth.

I withdrew the dropper and placed it back into the vial. Checking my phone for the time, I sat down and just looked at the boy. His stomach rose and fell gently with each untroubled breath. He was so short; he couldn't have been more than 110cm [3'7"] or so. God how I wanted to whip that sheet and blanket off of him, but I knew that I couldn't. Not yet. Not yet.

Up and down went his belly. Gently, easily, the untroubled sleep of an innocent boy. I stood up and looked down at his placid face, looking even darker in the moonlight.

I pulled out my phone. Still a couple of minutes left.

My dick tore at my pants, desperate to get out.

One minute left.

I reached out. I couldn't help myself. I ran the back of my hand along his soft cheek. It was the silkiest touch; almost frictionless, with the delicate warmth of a young boy. I could feel his breath as it flowed out of his wide nose, rippling around my fingers.

Time.

Heart racing, I reached for his covers.

The boy was in deep sleep now; if he was awake, he'd taste the minty freshness of the drug, but now if he had any sensation of it, it was only in his dreams. With my hands on the top of his covers, I started to gently pull them down. He must like Spider-Man; his PJs were also Spider-Man, with a tight fit around his slender body. I pulled the covers down, and down, and down, until his whole body was revealed.

Little Martin Lopez lay sleeping in his bed, body outlined by his pajamas. He held his teddy bear close by his side, hands curled around it protectively. His cute little feet were bare, reaching barely halfway down the bed, and they were curled together. Perhaps he was a little bit cold.

Martin had a desk, and I went over, turning on the light. That would be enough to see. I wanted a before shot, and I took out my phone, pointing it at the boy. I got his whole body in frame, and then snapped the photo of the sleeping little angel.

I walked up to the child once again and reached down, letting my hand rest on his cheek. Gently, I caressed it back and forth. My heart raced at the prospect of this child. I moved my hand over, inserting a finger into his warm mouth. His tongue was soft, but slack. In his mouth, it was wet and warm and a little bit sticky.

Pulling the finger out, I ran it along his cheek, on his nose. It left a trail of his saliva behind. I watched it glisten in the light of the moon and the lamp.

God… oh God. I knelt down next to him. I reached up, and my trembling hands reached for the first button on his pajama top. It was surprisingly hard to get the button through the hole, but finally I managed it. His pajama top opened a little bit, revealing his smooth, tan brown skin. The second button came more easily, and then the third. I reached down, feeling the smoothness of his chest, of his belly. The fourth button came off, and then the last. I spread his shirt, revealing his full chest and smooth belly. It still rose and fell with each of his deep breaths.

Bending over, I started to lick gently across his left nipple. It was soft and gave way easily to my tongue, but a few more licks made it harden a bit. The boy's body shifted slightly under my ministration. I pressed down, sucking on it, slurping against his nipple as the boy slept on. My cock pushed so hard against my pants it hurt, but I kept on sucking a little longer.

Reaching back up to his mouth, I pooled some more saliva on my thumb and forefinger, and I used that to gently massage his right nipple now, bringing it to a gentle hardness as well. The boy's little body responded to my every touch even as he slept, obeying my desires as I stimulated its many parts.

I stood up, and ran my hand through his curly, voluminous, wild hair. "That's right, Martin," I said, safe that everyone in the house was asleep. "For tonight, you're going to be my little slut, isn't that right? My own little slut."

And so I walked down to his waist and took the band of his pajama pants in my hands. "And now," I continued, "it's time for me to see some more of you, don't you think, Martin? Don't worry, I'll save the best for last."

And I tugged, and pulled down his pants. His briefs – bright blue briefs – I left in place. But his pants came down, down over smooth thighs, down over the curve of his calves, down past his ankles, and out over his feet. I tossed his pants to the side, and looked to survey the increasingly naked six-year-old.

His legs were not, in a technical sense, long. But they *felt* long. They were beautiful; not too slender, not too fat, but maybe with the tiniest bit of baby fat left. They were brown but practically glowed with a lighter shading than the rest of his body. He had nice, full knees; not bulging, just a natural extension of those beautiful thighs and calves.

His feet were tiny and cute. The soles curved in the loveliest way; little toes bunched together with perfectly-cut toenails. He must have taken a bath before bed, because there was a faint scent of bubble gum. I licked up the sole of his left foot and his body shook a little bit, even in its sleep; he must have been ticklish. I licked again, and his body gave the tiniest little jerk.

"Oh," I said, "that's very cute, Martin. You know just how to turn your molester on."

I reached forward and gently ran my fingers along his toes. Then I grabbed his big toe. "This little piggy," I said with a smirk, "got sucked." And then I wrapped my lips around it and sucked on his toe, feeling its unconscious movements in my mouth as I pulled and pulled on it.

At last I let go of his toe. My underwear was positively soaked in precum, but still I gently ran my fingers back and forth along his foot. "That's right, Martin," I said. "Tonight, every part of your amazing little body is mine. I hope you don't mind."

I stood up again and looked over at my beautiful sleeping boy. Stepping forward, I lifted his teddy bear up for a moment and then lifted his torso so that I could pull his arms out of the sleeves. Dropping his pajama top next to his pajama bottom, I rearranged his arms around the teddy bear. Now the boy slept in nothing but those bright blue undies. I smiled.

Stepping back, I took a photo of stage two. The exposed boy, with the slightest glisten still visible on his toes. I grinned.

Once again I stepped forward to the helpless child, and now I reached down to his underwear. Gently, I wrapped my hand around his crotch and started to rub up and down, up and down through his underwear. He started to shift on the bed; I moaned; he moaned. Back and forth I rubbed my hand on that underwear, back and forth, feeling his tiny, tiny little cocklet start to stir. Back and forth I rubbed, and it stirred more. "Muuuuuuh," moaned the boy.

"That's right, Martin," I said. "Be my little Latino slut. Get nice and hard for me."

"Uhhhhh," he moaned again, his cocklet finally rising to full attention.

"Oh yes," I praised him. "Just like that. Just like that."

There was now a tent in those blue briefs. It couldn't have been more than five or six centimeters [2 to 2¼"] even at full erection, but it was unmistakable. And as I stepped back to take the next photo, it was unmistakable in that, too.

"I'm going to deflower you, Martin," I said. "I'm going to use every part of your cute little body. Shall we see what you have for me next?"

I smiled. "Of course we will." I stepped up to him once again, setting the phone down. Reaching down, I swept my fingers across the tip of his erect cock. "Such a good little slut," I said, as the boy shifted under the touch. "Such a good little slut." I swept along the tip of his cock again. "But really," I continued, "a slut doesn't need these, does he?" I grabbed the elastic of his briefs, pulled it up, and let it slap back down on his soft skin.

"I wonder what you'd think if you were awake," I said, as I pulled the elastic down, revealing his tiny erect cock and little balls in their tight little sack. He was still hard, of course, and his dicklet sprang up once it was free of the elastic. I smiled.

Leaving the underwear partially off, I took my hand and gently swiped it across his dick again. "Guh," he let out a breath. I swiped along it again, and another little-boy grunt followed. Then I reached forward and gently pulled his foreskin down.

"There it is," I said. "There's my little lollipop." I ran my fingers in a soft circle around the tip, and heard the slightest little whimper under his breath. His breathing had gotten faster; I saw his smooth belly rising and falling faster than before. His cheeks were flushed, a little reddish tinge to them.

"Slut," I repeated, looping my fingers around the tip again. Then I let go, and finally pulled the underwear down his beautiful legs, over his bare feet, and then off. I brought it up, smelled it, and finally dropped it next to his pajamas.

"All mine," I said, and I snapped another picture of the boy. Naked, holding his teddy bear. Face flushed. Cock hard.

Mine.

At last, I slipped off my own clothes. I let my cock finally spring free, hard as can be, eager for the boy. Naked, cock out, I walked back up to his side and climbed up on to the bed, straddling him over his thighs. They were warm and silky soft beneath me.

I pushed my hips forward, letting the tip of my cock rest above his. It was a spot of lovely warmth. Precum leaked out, flowing down from his tip to the base. "Well," I said, comparing my 20cm [8"] to his 5cm [2"], "you're kind of small." Grabbing my cock in my hand, I started to run the tip up and down along the length of his erection, spreading precum in a steady stream. "But you still feel good."

I reached forward then and grabbed his dicklet, using the precum to lubricate my hand as I started to stroke him. He groaned, and the flush in his cheeks deepened. His grip on his teddy bear tightened, and he started to rock softly back and forth. I intensified my jerking. "Wuuuuuhhhh," he moaned.

"Oh Martin," I said, "you are a horny little boy! Only six years old. What would your parents think?" Still I stroked him. The boy started to unconsciously hump his hips, the teddy bear practically strangled in his grip; and that's when I let go. He grunted, frustrated. "No," I said. "Not yet. Not yet."

I shuffled forward along his naked body, up past his belly and chest, until I got to his mouth. "All right, Martin," I said. "Time to do a slut's duty. Now open up." I reached down and opened up his mouth, and then I positioned my cock in front of it.

Holding on to the headboard behind his head, I lowered my cock into his soft, warm mouth. It felt amazing. Even though his mouth was slack, I could feel his tongue, could feel his saliva, could feel his energy. I started to push in and out, pushing deeper each time, letting my cock force its way into his little throat. He gagged, but stayed asleep, as I pushed in and out.

"That's right, that's right," I gasped. "Take my cock, slut-boy." I jerked my hips deeper into him. I could feel my cum approaching, and I stopped moving, just holding it in his mouth, feeling the warmth for a while longer, feeling the precum ooze out. "That's right," I said, with a heavy sigh. And then I started to face-fuck him again, pushing in deeper, pulling out, pushing in, pulling out, the sleeping boy unable to do anything to stop it, unaware even of what was happening to him.

The wave of an orgasm started to hit, and I pulled out. Cum shot from my dick, pouring out onto his face, into his open mouth. It dripped down his cute little chin, and flowed down his cheeks. Some landed on his chest. More landed in his hair, soaking into his curls. And two solid strands of cum were soaking into his teddy bear.

"Fuuuuuuuck," I said, the energy draining out of me. "Fuck, Martin, fuck."

I leaned down on the bed, laying down next to the boy. With our heads next to each other, his feet only reached to my thighs. I pressed against him, feeling the warmth of his naked, flushed body against mine. Reaching up, I used my finger to spoon a bit of cum off his cheek and into his mouth, pushing it against his tongue.

"Drink it down, slut," I whispered into his ear. "Teddy already did."

With that, my hand reached down to the boy's cocklet. My fingers gently played along it, pulling down his little foreskin again. What kind of protection was that, even, for a cocklet so small? Gently, I started to stroke it. "Well, Martin," I said. "I wonder if you've ever had this feeling before."

Up and down went my hand on his cocklet. Up and down. He was already hard; soon he was harder, panting. His body, a slave to its feelings, started to twist underneath my touch.

I smiled as my energy started to return, and I climbed up on all fours, leaving his cocklet alone for a moment. My head above his chest, I leaned down and licked along his nipple, avoiding the cum I'd spilled on him. Then I licked down further, along his belly, sticking my tongue into his belly button. I felt his breathing intensify at the pressure. Then I licked down, down at his crotch, and finally I was faced with his pulsing, erect, six-year-old cocklet.

"Not so private any more," I said to the sleeping boy, and leaned down, taking the whole thing into my mouth and sucking as I pulled my head up, pulling it up with me as it slowly fought the suction of my mouth, finally escaping with a plop. Martin groaned. I went down lower, licking his tiny little balls, and I felt Martin's legs shiver, thighs jerking in and out.

"Do you want to cum, Martin?" I said in a baby voice. "Do you, huh? Is that what you want?" I licked the boy's balls again and he let out a high-pitched whimper. "Is that what my sleeping baby boy wants? All right then."

I moved up, back to his crotch, and leaned down. With one slurp, I took his dick into my mouth, and I began to suck, hard, and lick along the length of the shaft.

"NEEEEEEEE!" cried Martin, still through his sleep. His body jerked up. I felt his dicklet lengthen and pulse in my mouth; and then the boy had his first-ever orgasm. His whole body tensed and twisted. It was hard as a board while the feelings flowed through the sleeping boy. He squeezed his bear so hard I worried he would break it, and his whole body shook.

And in my mouth, his dicklet throbbed, and throbbed, and throbbed.

And then at last he was done. Air wheezed out of his mouth. He settled down into his soft bed. I smiled.

"See?" I said. "See why I just had to come here when I saw you?" I smiled. "God you're beautiful."

I stood up and lined up for Martin's next photo. This one captured the six-year-old naked, flushed from his orgasm, and with cum… everywhere. A river of cum flowed down his cheek. Cum was pooled on his face, in his mouth, in his hair, on his chest, and of course on his bear. I double-checked that my camera's resolution was at maximum before I took this photo.

"Well, Martin," I said, "I have to go finish robbing your parents. I thought we'd just go the once, but I think I'll be back here after a quick break. So get yourself ready for round two, sweetie."

With that, I headed out, naked into the house, to find what I could steal.

I returned with a laptop, some jewelry, some cash. It was good enough. Plus, my heart just wasn't in the items. It had been taken by little Martin Lopez.

"All right," I said to the sleeping boy, yawning and stretching as I came back into Martin's room. "Let's play some more. But I think I want a bit longer to get ready." I set my take down and walked back up to the boy, still naked. "Let's see, let's see…"

I started to look through Martin's room, and found some magic markers. "Perfect," I said. Stepping up to the sleeping boy, I took out a purple marker. "You know, Martin," I said, "I want to make sure you remember what we did here."

Reaching down, I opened up the marker and started to write on Martin's chest and belly. "LITTLE," I wrote first, in big block letters, along his chest. His soft skin gave way easily underneath the marker, soft and silky, and the purple showed up easily against his golden-brown skin. Then I wrote the second line along his belly: "SLUT."

"Hope you don't mind THAT when you wake up," I said, smiling as I rested my hand on the boy's warm skin. I took out a red marker and lazily doodled little streaks and fireworks coming out of the words, my erection slowly returning.

That gave me a new idea. "Well now," I said, "let's get you hard again." I licked my hand and then reached over to the boy's dicklet, gently starting to stroke it again. Martin, despite all of the molestation that had already happened to him, or perhaps because of it, responded quickly. Ah, the joys of youth. "Up and down," I said. "Up and down, and Martin gets hard again! C'mon, Martin! Get nice and hard for me! Nice and hard again!"

"Nuuuuuuh," moaned Martin, his body shifting back and forth. I saw his toes curl in stimulation, and his breath caught softly. "Muuuuu…"

"There we go," I said. "There we go. Nice and hard. That's it. Good boy."

Once the boy's 5cm or so was properly hard again, I nodded at a job well done. "See? Knew you had it in you." Then I held the tip of his dicklet as I took the red marker and made a thick, curving red loop all the way up to the tip. Then, between the thick lines of the red loop, I took a green marker and colored it green. "There we go," I said. "That's your little candy cane now. Maybe another first-grader will want to suck it!"

Gently, I patted Martin's belly. "I'm sure you're going to just LOVE that when you wake up," I said. "Now then, let's get back to work, this is serious business!"

I reached underneath the boy and rolled him over. It was my first look at his backside and his beautiful bare ass, an absolutely lovely mound that rose from his smooth back and curved down into his thighs. "Oh, Martin," I said. "Yes." I reached down and massaged the two globes, feeling the soft flesh give way under my hand. Then I gave each of the two globes a couple of soft spanks and I watched them jiggle in response. "That's right."

"Now let's get you into position." I pulled up on his waist, forcing his ass up into the air, then pushed his knees forward so that he would support his own weight. His face mashed into the pillow, teddy bear squeezed underneath him, but his ass was pointed right up at me and perfectly exposed.

I stepped up. The first shot of my camera caught the boy's position, with his ass up, waiting to be penetrated. Then I walked up, placed thumb and forefinger on his two globes, and spread them apart. There was his puckered pink hole.

"I told you, Martin," I said. "Every part of your delicious little body is mine." And then I took a close-up photo of that vulnerable, exposed hole. And for good measure, after I let go of his ass, I gave it another little spank.

Let me pause for a moment just so you fully appreciate the scene. This beautiful, naked, innocent six-year-old boy, asleep and helpless, had his ass right up in the air for me to use. His smooth, slender body was curved into the most vulnerable position; tantalizing little folds in his skin where his knees and hips bent just emphasized his beautiful softness. His used body was lustrous in the light.

"Why Martin," I said, "you're inviting me in."

My dick was hard again. It was making precum. And while I wasn't going to put it in (he was too small for that), there were other things that could go in. I reached down and spooned up some precum with my fingers, and used it to lubricate. Then I put a finger right in front of his tiny little hole.

"Are you ready to become a man, little boy?" I said. "Are you ready to have me use you properly?" I tickled his hole with my finger tip. "Because it is time for your fucking to really begin."

And with that, I started to push the tip in.

Martin groaned at the penetration. His green-and-red dicklet, which had been softening, grew hard again, dangling down towards the bed. He shifted in position, inadvertently wiggling his butt in front of me.

"Fuck that's hot," I said. And then I pushed in deeper.

"WUH!" came a squeak so loud, even muffled by the pillow, that I thought he'd woken up. "Muh muh muh," he whimpered. But no, he was still asleep. And my finger squeezed in deeper through his tight, virgin hole.

"I don't think anything's ever been in here before," I said. "Isn't that right? I'm the first! I'm a pioneer!"

Still the finger pushed deeper.

Martin let out another squeak, and I felt his asshole contract tightly on my finger for a moment before it loosened again. The six-year-old swayed his hips back and forth. But nothing dislodged my finger, and I pushed deeper still.

Still asleep, Martin drooled into his pillow. His body swayed, and I saw his feet curl in overwhelming feeling. And then I twisted my finger forward, found his prostate, and grazed along it.

"Neeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee…" came his long, breathless response. His waist pushed up into the air, swinging his butt higher. His dick throbbed as it hung from his body.

I rubbed inside him again with my fingertip. Another whimper, another hump of his hips, another throb of his dicklet. I rubbed the bump again.

I reached forward with my other hand and grabbed his throbbing dicklet. Again I rubbed his prostate; again he whimpered; and then I started to stroke. "Neee-ah!" he cried. "Neee-ah!" His jiggling ass wiggled in the air; his dick throbbed in my hand; his left ankle jerked up; his body started to shiver. And all the while, I rubbed back and forth along his sensitive little prostate. All the while, I tugged on his little dicklet.

"That's right, Martin," I said. "Fucked up the ass. My little six-year-old faggot. Look at you now, huh? Look at you!"

The boy was sweating, rocking back and forth, and whimpering constantly, but he couldn't wake up even as his body responded to my stimulation. Suddenly he jerked forward, and I held on tight as muscles clenched and his second orgasm of the night rocked through his body. He cried out into the pillow.

But I held him tight. I held him up. I stroked his dick. I stroked his prostate. And suddenly, his third orgasm coursed through his body. Sweating profusely, his whole little body jerked back and forth, pushing against my grip. I held him up.

And still I stroked, still I stroked. "More, Martin!" I said. "Show me what a boy like you can do, you horny little slut. Show me how you cum!"

And he did, his fourth cum of the night wracked his body, he jerked, his cocklet jumped in my hand, his body swayed forward. And finally, I let go of his dicklet. I pushed my finger in and out once more, and then pulled it out.

"Good boy," I said. A steady whimper came out of his mouth as the exhausted boy exhaled.

"See?" I said, reaching for my camera. "See how I play with your body, Martin? It's my little toy." And with that, I picked up the phone and took a beautiful close-up of his gaping ass. With the resolution, you could see the sheen of sweat that coated the globes of his ass; you could see the individual drops of sweat from the strain his body had been through.

And then I set the camera down, picked up the black marker, and shoved it in. "Let's just leave that there, don't you think?" I said. And with that, I let go, and his slack muscles collapsed, leaving him face-down on the bed, breathing heavily, the marker sticking out from his backside.

Grabbing a blue marker, I went up to his back and started to write. "THIS SLUT CAME FOUR TIMES LAST NIGHT." I idly wondered when, or if, he'd see it, or if it'd just be his parents. Either way, I smiled, and took a photo.

It was almost 5am, and I needed to go before the sun rose, even if I wished this night could last forever. With the marker still up Martin's ass, I turned his lovely little body on its side, taking particular pleasure in the gentle curve and bend of his legs. Once he was on his side, I grabbed his legs and lifted, pushing his waist off the bed, and then turned him on his back. I pushed myself forward between his legs and my chest held his legs up, ensuring his ass was lifted off the bed (and not pushing the marker in too deep). His beautiful little feet hung in the air right above my shoulders; his belly, still beautiful, had soft creases running along it all the way up his ribs.

"Well, Martin," I said, "our time is almost coming to an end. I'm sure that must make you sad. But you have one more duty, my slut."

My cock hung in the air right above his. I looked down at the boy; somehow, he was still clutching that bear. I grabbed one of his hands away and pulled it down, then wrapped it around my cock. In his sleep, he closed his grip around me.

"Good boy," I said, and I started to push his hand back and forth along my throbbing dick, forcing him to masturbate me.

How do I describe the feeling of that warm little hand around my cock? Martin was flushed; cum and drool mixed on his head; his hair was matted with cum and sweat and sprawled across the pillow; his breathing was rapid; and, because of all that blood flow, his hand was warm and delicate and simply amazing. I watched his body, his small, sweet, golden-brown body as it glistened in the light, glistened with all the liquids on it; I watched as he held onto his teddy bear with his one remaining hand; I watched as still he slept, just as he had all through the night. And I felt his tiny, warm fingers as I moved his hand back and forth along my dick.

"That's right, slut," I said. "That's right. Jerk me off. Just like I did you. Make me cum." Still I moved his hand up and down on my dick. I held it at the tip of my cock, swirling it around in precum; I moved it down to the base, then up and down along the whole, throbbing length. Up, and down, and up, and down. I wrapped my hand around his and pressed it tighter; I slid it along again and again.

"Yes," I moaned, "so good. So good."

My dick throbbed harder. I felt myself hump forward, pushing against his spread legs. His feet wiggled in the air as I pressed into them. I pressed his hand tight against me and slid it side-to-side, squeezing and massaging my dick.

"Mmmmmm," I moaned, "good… cover yourself in my cum, little slut. Cover yourself in it."

And with that, I came for the second time. Cum spurted out in thick globs; strings of cum covered the tiny boy's belly, his balls, and his candy-cane cocklet. I felt the energy flow out of me as he was covered in the goo.

"So good," I moaned again.

I sighed contentedly as the last of the cum dripped out of my cock and splattered on his body, and I let go of his hand, which returned to hold his teddy bear.

"Ohhhh fuck," I said. "Oh fuck." I looked down at the cum-covered boy. "You know, Martin," I continued as he slept, "I love you covered in my cum, but it really belongs in one more place. Even if you aren't really big enough to accommodate me there just yet."

With that, I reached down and pulled out the marker. His gaping ass was ready, and I spooned up globs of cum with my finger and inserted it, leaving them inside of him. One finger full; a second; a third, filling up his ass with my cum. "Just like you're supposed to be," I said. "Don't you feel like a good slut." And then, his ass filled with cum, I put the marker right back in. The sleeping boy moaned softly as it slid into his cum-filled hole. That would be interesting to find tomorrow.

I got up and let his legs fall down. I stood back, taking another picture of my boy. Dried cum on his face and in his hair; wet cum on his belly and cock and balls; "LITTLE SLUT" written on his chest; a candy-cane cocklet. A perfect, used little slut.

And then I put the remaining markers back where I found them. I dressed him, pulling up his pajama bottoms, and then putting on his pajama top, watching as spilled cum soaked into it. This time, my fingers were perfectly steady as I buttoned the five buttons. But those bright blue undies I kept for myself, putting them with the rest of the take from the house. They were a memento, and he could wonder where they went tomorrow.

I stood back to take another photo, and as I did, I saw him finally take a hand off his bear. He brought it up to his mouth, where he started, ever so gently, to suck on his thumb.

My cock throbbed.

No, I thought, I had to go.

I took one last photo. I gathered up my things. "Good night, Martin," I said. "You've been such a good boy." And then, regretfully, I left.

* * *

As I headed home, I wondered what the morning would bring for the Lopez family. I wondered what Martin would think when he woke up without underwear, and felt a stickiness on him. When would he notice the writing on his chest, his cock, even his back? What about the object invading his tiny asshole? I wondered how the six-year-old would process it. Would he think a fairy visited him in the night, or some other creature? What would he make of the evidence of how thoroughly he was used? Would he tell his family, or keep it secret in his embarrassment? Or if maybe his mommy dresses him each morning, would she see anyway? And what would she say?

In any case…

In any case, the morning would be very interesting for the Lopez family.

The End