Leonard

Mikey Needs To Cum

Part One

Part 1
Playing with the Big Boys

"Stall 7!" My teammates ran across the park's open field, trying to get away from the defenders, but the guards were tight on us. "Stall 8!" came the call.

That was when little Mikey made his run. The kid was the youngest player on the field, just 12 years old, and short, too, maybe 4'8" [1.42 m]. He barely came up to some of our chests. But folks underestimated him a lot, and as the kid sped away, it looked like they'd done it again.

"Stall 9!"

I pivoted back and launched it. Mikey did this a lot; he went for the long bomb, and a lot of times it just meant that we missed the disc entirely. But this time, my disc flew through the air, floating up in a straight, smooth arc. It flew over the heads of everyone mid-field, small against the sunny sky, and then started to descend. I saw Mikey turn to look for it, adjust his run, trying to keep up with it. The disc came down from the sky, moving fast, and Mikey raised his hands. He got his hand around the disc but it bounced off, twirling in the air, and he fumbled for it, hands grasping in the air. At the last second, he managed to put himself underneath the disc and managed to grab it with his arms, holding it against his chest. He was in the endzone. We'd scored, and won.

"Yeah!" I shouted, pumping my first in the air. I saw Mikey shout as well, jumping up in the air happily, a wide, pearly-white smile on his face`.

"That was awesome!" he shouted, raising his hands into the air triumphantly, right hand still grasping the disc.

"Nice catch!" I called back. God, that kid was so beautiful. He had these joyous brown eyes that seemed to always glitter whenever you saw them, these cute, smooth calves and arms, and basically a constant smile. I loved watching him run, with long, smooth legs pumping against the ground. Now I got to watch his boyish muscles strain as he jumped.

Mikey smiled again and did a little dance, turning around in a small circle and shaking his body. I had to distract myself a little bit to keep from getting a boner in my loose shorts as I ran up. We high-fived, and I relished the touch of my skin against his. He was a sweaty mess right now, and I loved him for it.

The other players gathered around, and we got in a line and shook hands, saying 'good game' to each other. It was a pretty laid-back game, all of us high school kids doing our thing, but when Mikey joined we always made sure to up our sportsmanship. He was only 12, and if he wasn't so much fun we probably wouldn't have even let him play. (Not that I minded.) But if he was playing, we decided we ought to play nice.

We broke up. I knew that if I was going to do what I had planned, I had to man up and do it. "Hey Mikey," I asked, "want to stick around for a bit? I want to show you something."

"Sure, Jason," replied Mikey. While everyone else headed out, we stayed back and drank some water. Mikey grabbed his bottle and squeezed it, dripping water all over himself. His shirt, already sweaty, was now soaked with water and clung tightly to his chest and stomach.

"This is a thing I read about in a book," I told Mikey. "Do you mind if I draw on your hand?"

"Ummmm..." said the boy. God, I loved his voice, still with the high tones of a pre-teen. "I guess. Nothing dirty, right?" he said, grinning mischievously as he held out his trusting hand.

"Nah," I said, taking out a pen. "You know I wouldn't do that. These are some runes. Like, magic symbols. They're supposed to bring good luck and happiness." Well, maybe not to you, I thought, but they will to me, if they work.

I took Mikey's hand in mind. It was warm, and I could feel his pulse through his wrist, still running fast from the game. His hand was soaked. I found a dry part of my shirt and ran it along the hand, drying it off so I could write on it.

Once his left hand was dry enough, I held it palm-up and held the pen ready. I had to get this part right. "Hold still," I told him.

I drew a circle on his palm. I heard the boy giggle. "That tickles!" he said.

"Just hold on," I told him, as I started to draw again, placing runes in the circle in a specified order, dividing it into chambers to split the meaning of the runes appropriately.

"This seems really silly," he said. "They're supposed to be magic?"

"It's just something I read," I told him. "It'll be fun. Even if it doesn't work, it's a funny story, right?"

"Sure, alright," he said, grinning to himself.

Holding that warm, tender hand in mine, I started to trace the runes with my finger. "Acum m'ascultz. Acum gundul to ye al meu."

"Whoa," he said, wiggling his sweaty hand in mine, "that feels weird."

I could feel a warmth on his palm. It was even beyond even the normal heat from an exercising 12-year-old. I finished the incantation. "Acum fach tot careh vrau!"

I looked back up at the boy. His lovely, innocent, oval face was suddenly blank, his mouth hanging open a little bit. His hands were hot with magical energy. Twelve-year-old Mikey rocked back and forth where he stood, and I knew the runes had worked.

I was filled with excitement and adrenaline. My heart beat nervously.

"Mikey," I said to the entranced boy, "can you hear me?"

"Uhhh," he moaned, "yes, sir." Of course, with the runes in effect, he'd naturally call me 'sir' or something like it. He saw himself as subservient to me.

"Will you do what I tell you?"

"Yes, sir," he replied in his flat, high-pitched voice. Unfortunately, that wasn't quite true. I'd had to make a pretty small drawing to fit on his hand, and each rune could only hold so much energy. Worse, I could only do this once every few hours. Something to look forward to, I supposed!

"All right, Mikey," I said. "Tonight, I'm going to come to you while you're asleep. You'll let me do whatever I want, and you won't remember it. Understood?"

"Yes, sir..." he replied. I felt his hand. There was a flash of warmth as the runes held the commands within them, and then the warmth dimmed to less than it was before. That meant part of their energy was used up.

"Now give me your keys." I felt the flash of warmth on his hand, and the boy obediently reached into his pocket and took out his housekeys. He handed them to me and I pocketed them. His hand returned to a still-cooler temperature now that more energy had been spent.

"Now," I said, "wake up and go home. You won't remember any of this. You'll think you just went right home after ultimate."

His hand flashed warm. "Yes, sir," he said. Then it returned to its normal temperature.

"Bye, Jason!" said Mikey, smiling. He grabbed his bag and walked off, spinning the frisbee on his finger.

I looked at his backside as he walked off. I was so excited to see him that night.

***

I went to bed early that night, and woke up at 1am. I was a nervous wreck sneaking out, to be honest. I tiptoed through the house, and when I left, I closed the door so slowly, I swear it took like two minutes before I finally shut it and gently turned the doorknob back. Then I drove out (I only got my license a week ago), not even turning the headlights on until I was on the street so it wouldn't wake up my parents.

I parked the car a block away from Mikey's house and walked over. I knew his older brother Kyle, so I knew where he lived. God, I had to be quiet all over again.

The lights at the house were all off. I slipped the key into the lock and opened it quietly. I was pretty sure everyone slept on the third floor, so it should be all right. Then I quietly worked my way upstairs.

Of course, I hadn't thought to figure out which room was actually Mikey's. Come to think of it, for all I knew he had a roommate. But the house was big enough that I was probably fine.

I nervously opened the first door I found, but it was Mikey's older sister. I didn't remember her name. Amy? That sounded right. She was a senior, about to go off to college next year. My heart raced when I saw her, but she was sound asleep, and I closed the door quietly.

What if someone was on their phone? This was super dangerous! I kept walking down the hallway, and that's when I realized what an idiot I was. There was a door with a big drawing of a dinosaur, reading "RAWR! Mikey's room!"

I quietly turned the door knob and pushed the door open. It was Mikey's room, all right. Boy's clothing was strewn all across the floor. I saw frisbees and soccer balls in a corner. A few board games. Some forgotten stuffed animals pushed into a distant part of the room. Posters of football teams on the wall.

I came in, stepping on some of his dirty underwear and shorts. Quietly, I pushed the door shut, then tiptoed over to the sleeping boy.

His body was outlined by a bedsheet, with no other covers. My heart raced in my chest. Oh my god, this was Mikey. His head lolled to one side, eyes closed, mouth open, a tiny trace of drool down the side of his chin. His lithe legs lay askew down the bed. His thin, athletic body was outlined under the sheets, rising and falling gently with each breath. My hands shook in anticipation and fear. If I was discovered now, it was over.

I sat down on the small twin bed next to Mikey. He stirred, shifting a bit underneath the covers, but he didn't wake up yet.

Gently, I ran my hand along his legs through the sheet. I'd seen those pumping legs so often in frisbee, running, propelling the boy across the field and through the air. They were long, and slender, and beautiful. My hand reached his feet, beautiful, a little bit oversized for a boy his age. My hands grabbed his toes through the sheet and pressed. I heard Mikey snort awake.

Suddenly, he sat up and saw me. I smiled at him, and held my finger in front of my mouth. "Shhhhhh!"

This was the moment of truth. He'd been ordered to let me just do what I wanted to his body.

Mikey just stared at me sleepily. I stood up and pushed back on his shoulders. The boy lay back until he was flat on the bed again. He seemed calm.

"Good, Mikey. Good." I stood up and grabbed the sheet, gently puling it down until the prone boy was completely uncovered. He was wearing plaid boxers and a loose-fitting, bright orange T-shirt. It was no doubt something his mom had bought for him that he didn't want to wear during the day. Otherwise, he was completely bare.

"Just let me do what I want to you, Mikey," I told him to reinforce the command. My hands returned to his legs, stroking along his thighs and his calves. They were long, lithe, smooth boy-limbs and they felt great.

I brought my hand up a bit, reaching under those plaid boxers just a little bit to feel his warm-but-hidden thighs. I ran my hand along the sensitive inner thighs, and he moaned softly, responding to the touch even though his tiny cocklet was still soft.

The moon shone through his window, and I could see the smooth skin of his legs in the pale light. His legs were tanned, and I could see where the tan ended, right at the end of his shorts, just a couple inches below the line of his plaid shorts. Where he was untanned, his skin was a creamy white, untouched by the sun and the world. I happily touched it, running my fingers along that virgin skin.

"Uhhhh," grunted the boy, a grunt that quickly turned to giggles. He was ticklish! I quickly wiggled my fingers, and he giggled louder, slapping his thighs together in reflex. I stopped and held my finger to my lips, shushing him. With the tickling done, he quieted.

When his face settled and the laughter faded, I could see by the moonlight that he was scared. Terrified. Something was being done to him. This teenager he knew from frisbee was in his room at 2am, and he wasn't doing anything to stop it even though he wanted to. He was barely clothed. His eyes were wide, concerned.

"Is this a dream?" he asked, when he saw me looking at him.

"No," I replied, "but you won't remember me when I'm gone."

Mikey's expression twisted in confusion "Wait," he said. "Have you done this before?"

I smiled. "Not yet," I said.

I knew that I should get right to business, but I wanted to enjoy my boy a little bit. Those beautiful feet were bare, and I really wanted to explore them. I got up and walked to the base of the bed.

I grabbed his feet in my hands, massaging them. My hands ran across his ankles, feeling the definition of his beautiful ankle bone, and up the top of his feet, feeling the tiny bones underneath. I held each flexible little toe in my fingers, turning it back and forth between them. They were nimble and beautiful and long, with perfectly cut nails. I ran my fingers along the base of his big toe, and then the soles of his feet. Those soles were so soft!

"That's really weird, Jason!" he said, wriggling a little bit on the bed, trying to make sense of what was happening to him.

"You have beautiful feet," I told him.

"I don't get it," he replied, uncertainly.

"That's alright," I replied. Looked again at those boy's feet, and I couldn't resist. I leaned down, opened my mouth, and licked the big toe on his left foot. He wiggled it in response, and he giggled.

"What're you doing! Really!"

I ignored him and opened my mouth, taking the toe in and sucking on it. I didn't care that it was a little bit dirty. It smelled so powerfully of him. I could taste him in it, as well as, I must admit, a little bit of the floor. He'd taken a shower just before bed; I could taste his clean, smooth skin.

He wiggled that toe in my mouth and I responded by licking my tongue along it. I loved the sense of a bit of the boy within me, loved the motion of the toe, the taste and smell of it.

"This is such a weird dream!"

Eventually, I stopped and pulled off. There was time for this later. I had more to do.

As my saliva dried on his toe, I got up and walked over. I reached down to the base of his orange shirt and pulled up, pulling it off of him. He raised his arms obediently, and now twelve-year-old Mikey was naked from the waist up.

He was an athletic boy, and fit. Let's talk about the topography of his torso. His stomach was mostly flat, with a gentle curve to it. There were beautiful hills and valleys all along it. A valley ran along his torso from between his breasts down to his belly button, dividing him in two. Around his belly button, there was a little bunch of boy-fat, a small hill for his stomach. His perfect, tight breasts were peaked by firm pink nipples. Smaller hills and valleys ranged along that perfect torso: little, barely-noticeable rises and falls for his ribs; a gentle slope down from the center of his belly; a dip towards his collar and the well-defined gap in his collar-bone. All of it was wrapped in smooth, delicate, warm boy-skin. He was absolutely stunning, beyond stunning, and my cock pulled at my pants as I watched that bare belly rise and fall with each breath.

I reached over to the boy who had to let me do whatever I wanted to his body, and I lay my hand flat on his tummy. I ran it around in a smooth circle, feeling every part of his warm skin shift underneath my hand. My fingers melted into his skin, skimming across his body. I dipped my index finger into his belly button, an innie, pushing and prodding it. I ran my hand along his nipples, toying with them, sliding them back and forth underneath my finger tips. He sighed at my massage, drawing in a huge breath. Gently, I continued to run my hand back and forth along his succulent body.

"So," asked Mikey, "is this a puberty dream?"

I snorted in laughter. "You could say that," I replied, grinning. "Something like that."

"It's really weird," he said.

"Yeah, well, we're just getting started," I said.

Reluctantly, I took my hands off of his torso and I reached down to the elastic of those plaid boxers. Pulling them off, I lowered them along those long, slender legs, sliding them down over his thighs, his knees, his calves, and eventually his feet with my dried saliva on a big toe. Soon those boxers joined his other boxers on the floor, and Mikey lay naked on the bed in front of me.

"Oh," I said, "that's really nice."

"It's not very big yet," said Mikey, blushing. "And it doesn't have any hair."

"You're talking to me in your dream, now?" I asked.

"I guess," he answered. "Why not?"

"Sure," I replied. I reached out and touched his flaccid cock and those tight little balls underneath it.

"Oh man," he said, "puberty dreams are weird!"

I laughed again, quietly, so as not to wake anyone. Gently, I stroked the boy's penis, and it started to wake up a bit, getting longer. "Really?" he said. "What're you doing?"

I ignored him, stroking a bit longer. Gradually his immature cock got longer and longer, until it reached an erect length of a bit over three inches [8 cm]. I smiled as I grabbed his erection, pushing it into that firm tummy and letting it pop up again, pushing it in, letting it pop up. Every so often I'd give it another stroke, and Mikey would moan or squirm a bit underneath me.

"Could you stop touching me?" he asked. "It feels weird."

"Have you ever touched yourself before?" I asked, not stopping.

"Nah," he replied. "I mean, I know about masturbation, but I don't do it. It feels wrong. They say in church we shouldn't masturbate."

"Well," I said, "then your pastor probably wouldn't like this." I continued squeezing and massaging his vulnerable little cock.

"Y-yeah," said the squirming boy. "Please stop."

"Hmmm," I replied. "I''ll see." For a moment, just to show I could, I kept massaging him. Then, finally, I let it go, his 3+ incher [8 cm] pointing straight up at the ceiling.

It was time to move forward. I was exhausted, and it was late. I grabbed a pen out of my pocket and went to sit down at the boy's side.

His tummy was big, and wide open, and ready for some runes. I drew a big circle on his tummy, and he giggled at the touch of my pen. Then, leaning in and working by the moonlight, I started to draw in more and more detailed runes, runes that could hold the energy of the commands I wanted to impart.

"What're you doing now?" asked Mikey.

"This is how I control your actions," I replied.

"What?"

"Mind control, Mikey," I said, smiling at him. "You're going to do everything I want."

"Nah, c'mon," he said. "These dreams are so weird."

"Well," I said, "sometimes truth is stranger than fiction."

I quieted myself to keep working, the pen pressing into that soft belly as it left marks all over him, little magic runes that would collect and power the commands I was laying inside of him. My circle stopped just below his nipples, and every so often I would lean over and lick them or suck on them a little bit as a break. This was hard work.

Finally, they were ready. "All right, Mikey," I said, "here we go."

"Here we go what?" he asked. "What are you going to do now?"

I held my hand over his stomach and said the chant. "Acum m'ascultz. Acum gundul to ye al meu. Acum fach tot careh vrau!" Mikey instantly quieted. His face went blank. He stared up at the sky.

"Mikey," I said, "can you hear me?"

"Yes, sir," he said, blankly, lying back on his bed.

"You've never cum, have you, Mikey?"

"No, sir," said the hypnotized boy. "'Course not."

"Excellent," I told him. "Mikey, I want you to grab your cock and masturbate yourself, just like I was doing to you."

"But it's bad..." he said, voice trailing off. I felt the heat of the runes activating on his chest, filling up with the command I'd given. Before he'd even finished talking, his hand was moving towards his crotch.

"Yeah, good," I said. "Grab it between your thumb and forefinger. Yeah. Now squeeze, and run back and forth. Good. Do it so it feels good. Yeah, like that."

Little Mikey was gripping his erect rod and stroking it back and forth. It was wiggling under his attention, and soon he was moaning, his body wriggling and twitching on the bed at the new stimulation he was getting.

"You're doing a great job, Mikey. A great job. So good I'm going to give you a new command. From now on, you cannot cum unless I have just cum. No matter how excited you get, no matter how much you stroke yourself, no cumming, understood?"

"Y-yes, sir," he said, as his stomach flared up with heat. "I... I d-don't want to do this sex stuff, stop it, please. It's not all right."

"Sorry, Mikey," I said. "You don't get to choose anymore." His stomach had cooled down again, Judging from the level of heat, those commands had taken up maybe half the storage in the runes I'd drawn on him. So I had some more commands to give, but not very many.

"Aw c'mon," he said. "That's no fun."

"I think it'll be lots of fun," I retorted. Mikey was hot now, his body warm not just from the magic but also from his own stimulation. I wanted a piece of this, and I started running my own hands along his thighs. After a few moments, I leaned down and spread his thighs apart, and I started to lick up along his inner thighs.

"Ohhhhhhhh..." moaned the stimulated boy. I stopped for a moment to look at his throbbing erection. He was jittery, excited, overwhelmed; his body squirmed and sweated and rolled back and forth as I licked and sucked on those thighs, as his hand masturbated his virgin cocklet.

"Oh! Oh! Oh!" he was crying out. He kept humping his hips, raising his midsection up off the bed as if to take in more stimulation. I felt his legs tense and relax, tense and relax, not sure how to respond to this powerful arousal. My sleepy twelve-year-old was a sweaty, horny mess.

"How does it feel, Mikey?" I asked.

"Uhhhhh..." he gasped. "I dunno! I don't know! Make it stop!"

I licked along those tender inner thighs again. "You're great like this."

"P-please... I don't... I need something, it hurts, my... my penis hurts."

I sucked for a moment on one of his thighs, then stopped to talk. "You have something inside of you that wants to get out?"

"Yes!" he gasped. "Yeah! Is this... is this... sex? Cum?"

I laughed. "Yeah, Mikey, it kind-of is. The cum is going to come soon, and it's going to come out of you."

"But I'm not supposed to..."

"But you will when I tell you to."

"What're you doing to me, sir? I've never felt like this before!"

I ignored his words, licking and licking while he continued to masturbate himself, driving himself into a frenzy. I loved his voice right now. The sexual stimulation brought some of the boy back into it, but it still had the tonal flatness of the trance. "Oh, oh, oh!" he was gasping as I licked, as I raised his pleasure level again and again to unattainable heights.

"Mikey," I said to the athletic kid, "how do you feel?"

"Desperate," he gasped. "Please!"

"You need to cum."

"Yeah."

"You want to cum."

"Yes, sir, please!"

"Here is your next command, then. From now on, you need to cum twice a day. If you don't, you feel like this, just like this, desperately hungry and horny for it, overwhelmed by your need." I licked him again. "Just like you do now."

I reached up and felt his stomach. It was flaming hot as the command worked its way in, even as the boy kept moaning and grunting as he ran his cock hard and I licked his thighs. Finally the temperature dropped. He still had good warmth, which meant I had a few more commands to go.

"All right, Mikey," I said. "Get ready." I stood up over him and opened up my cock. "I'm going to cum, and you can cum too when I do. Do you want that?"

"No, sir, but I need it!"

"Yes you do," I said, stroking my giant erect cock over the sweaty and horny boy. I could feel the warmth spreading along me. It wouldn't be long after watching the naked kid squirm and shake on his bed as he pulled his little penis up and down. I pulled my own cock just as he pulled his, and then, beautifully, I erupted.

My cum shot out all over him, all over the bed, pulse after pulse landing in splatters all over his tummy and chest and face as I moved my cock around to coat him well. A moment later the virgin boy came as well, his own cock pulsing and erupting up his stomach and chest, layering his own young boy's cum over my teenage cum. In the dim light of the moon, I watched the two liquids blur together and mix all over his body.

Finally, I was done, the last of my cum oozing out and dripping on the child. He was done too, covered in his and my cum, and his hand was clearly cummy as well. I sighed contentedly.

"Now Mikey," I said, "that was an orgasm. From now on, you desperately need those, it's the only thing that releases the pressure you feel twice a day. But you know you can only get it from me, right?"

"Y-yes, sir," said the shaken child.

"Good, good," I said. "Now I need to clean myself up." I got back into the bed and knelt on it, straddling his knees. Lowering myself down, my dangling cock was between his thighs. I grabbed those slender legs and pulled them together to either side of my cock, cleaning off my cum in the sandwich made by his thighs. Soon, my cock was reasonably clean and his thighs were reasonably cummy.

"That was amazing, Mikey," I said. "Really amazing." I paused, looking at my cum-covered boy. "Let me give you a few more commands. First of all, you can't clean any cum off your body until your shower tomorrow night, and you can never clean cum off your bed. Got it?"

"Y-yes, sir," he whimpered, as I felt his stomach flare up with heat while the commands took hold. Now our cum would remain on him all day, a solid reminder of his first-ever orgasm.

"Now, I know I told you before that you wouldn't remember tonight. Now I think you should remember it. But: you can't tell anyone about it. You can't try to stop it from happening. You can't do anything that would let anyone know about what happened here."

"Y-yes, sir," he mumbled. The runes flared up again, and became cool. They were nearly out of power.

"All right. You can wake up now, but remember, you can't do anything to make anyone discover this. You must try to hide it."

"Yes, sir," he said, as the runes went back to normal stomach-temperature. He blinked a few times, and groaned. "Holy shit," he said, the first time I'd heard him use foul language, even in all the games of ultimate we've played, even with all of us high school kids around.

I put a hand on the shoulder of Mikey, my hypnotized little budding boy-slut. "Yeah," I said. "This is going to be quite a ride for you."

"Jason..." he said. "Please, don't do this."

"Sorry, kid," I replied. "I know you don't like it, but... well, fuck, you're really sexy."

"C'mon, please!"

I twirled my finger along his stomach and chest, mixing the puddles of cum around. "No can do, kid. We're gonna be having a lot of sex together." I got up, started to creep out, listening for any sounds in the hallway. Then I turned and whispered back. "Maybe I'll have you enjoy it. We'll see. Anyway, sleep tight." With that, I walked quietly out and managed to sneak back into my own house. I was going to be so tired tomorrow... and I was going to have such a great day.

***

I spent my day in school thinking about Mikey. I day-dreamed about what it would be like like to touch his warm body again, to feel his smooth skin against the tips of my fingers.

Usually, I could barely wait to get out of school, but this was different. This time, I knew who was waiting for me. I had trouble hiding my erection that day, but then again, I'm sure Mikey had worse trouble with his. Once school got out, I hurried to the field where we played ultimate.

I got there before Mikey did, but he wasn't far behind. His face was flushed, and his forehead was furrowed in concentration. I saw him holding his frisbee carefully, positioned over his little cock. As soon as he saw me, he ran over to me.

"What did you do to me?" he asked, his energetic voice even higher than usual. I saw that he was shaking a little bit, and when he wasn't talking, he bit his lower lip.

I reached out and put a hand on his warm shoulder, and I felt the tension in him. "I made you really, really horny," I said.

"I haven't been able to focus all day, and I keep touching myself even though I don't want to, and it keeps getting worse! I need to... I need to cum so bad. Make it stop!" He was whispering so that no one else would overhear. We'd walked a little bit away from the other guys, while folks gathered for the game.

"Nope," I said. "But I can let you cum."

"C'mon, please, Jason," said Mikey. "This isn't fair."

"You wanted to play with the big boys, Mikey." I smiled at him. "This is what big boys do. Just think of all the hot sex you're going to have."

"But I'm only twelve!" he whimpered.

"Sorry, man," I said, shrugging. "Do you have any idea what a sexy little kid you are?"

"Please!" he begged.

"From now on, you're going to cum twice a day and you're going to do it with me. Now do you want to make me cum now? You can give me a nice simple handjob. It'll be easy."

Mikey's eyes darted nervously back and forth. He was still shaking with built-up sexual tension. The twelve-year-old must've been hard all day, and I saw him take a deep breath to steady himself, shoulders rising up and down gently.

"N-no," he managed to stammer. "I won't do it, not for you!"

"Up to you," I said, shrugging. "Let's play some ultimate."

We played for over a hour. I loved watching Mikey run around that field, and today was special. Mikey was all right at first, but the longer the game went, the more distracted he got. He kept missing catches, or letting his mark get away from him. I could see that he was getting more and more frustrated, more and more upset that he was doing badly with his older friends, but he just couldn't pull himself together. He kept looking away, or looking at the ground. His gaze was unfocused. His shorts were basically constantly tented.

"You all right, Mikey?" asked Brent, one of his teammates.

"Yeah," Mikey replied, faking a smile. "I'm fine."

But he clearly wasn't. He kept missing shots, not getting the disc. At one point, he didn't notice that a disc got launched and it literally hit him on the head.

He grabbed the disc after that, picking it up and then tossing it against the ground in anger.

"So," I said, coming up to him between points. "After the game, you'll make me cum?"

Mikey's shoulders were shaking with each massive breath. He was sweating, red-faced, and horny. He finally nodded. "Fine," he said. "Fine."

"Good boy," I said, patting him on the head. I saw him grimace at the possibility some of the other high school kids saw that happen.

The rest of the game took way too long for my tastes, and probably for Mikey's, too. Once again, as everyone else left, Mikey and I stayed behind.

"Let's get it done," he said. "Where do we go?"

"There's some forest on the north end of the park," I said. "No one will see us there."

"Seriously?" he whined. "Like, outside?"

"You don't really have a choice," I replied. "C'mon." I picked up my bag and started walking. Soon, Mikey was jogging behind me to catch up. We went into the trees, fitting through some bushes to come to a part where no one else would see us.

"Here?" he said. "What do I do?"

"Well," I answered, "before the game, I said a handjob. But now I'm hornier than before, so I think you should blow me."

"Wh... what does that mean?"

"Kneel," I said.

"What? Why?"

"Do you want to cum, Mikey?"

"I... I guess."

"You need to cum, don't you?"

"Y-yeah," he said. He still had a raging erection. His face was still flushed red.

"Then kneel."

Mikey closed his eyes for a moment, and looked down at the ground. It was covered in pine needles. He took a deep breath, and then the beautiful twelve-year-old lowered himself to his knees.

Mikey was shaking with tension. I let him kneel there for a moment, and almost without thinking, he reached down and started to touch himself on his cock. His body rocked back and forth gently, and he moaned softly. "Please," he finally said, as I stared at him, "what do I do?"

"Well," I said, "you need to make me cum." I reached down and unzipped my fly. "What you're going to do," I said, as I pulled my cock out from my underwear, "is suck on my cock."

"WHAT?" shouted Mikey, standing up suddenly. "No way!"

I stood there facing the boy, my cock dangling out of my shorts. We were both still sweaty from ultimate, and I loved looking at his shirt as it stuck to his sensuous body. "Oh?" I said. "Really? Then maybe you don't need to cum after all."

"I..." he said, "that's not right. C'mon, that's not right! I'm not gay!"

"I don't know about that," I said. "I think you're whatever I tell you you are. And right now, I think that if you want to cum, you're going to kneel back down and open your mouth, and you're going to suck my cock."

Mikey stared back at me, his eyes wide, focused on my danging cock. I heard a small, unconscious whine come out from the boy's lips. He just stood there, sweaty, breathing heavily. He didn't want to do it, but he couldn't leave.

"Please..." he said. "I need to cum so badly. Please. Anything else."

"I dunno, Mikey. You had your chance before, but you didn't want to do it before the game."

Mikey just kept staring. His preteen body trembled with overwhelming need. Again his hands reached down to his crotch and he started to stroke himself. His head bobbed up and down on his neck as he breathed heavily, staring and staring and staring at my cock.

I stood there firmly, facing the overwhelmingly horny boy, and my erection pointed straight out at him. "If you don't need it," I said, "just leave."

Mikey's shoulders heaved with every breath. He had stroked himself to erection, this boy who had never masturbated until last night, and now his knees shook with pent-up energy. His hands clenched and his teeth chattered as waves of desire rocked his young body. He was moaning with each exhale. I knew he'd never felt anything like this before. His whole body, his whole being was focused on his need to cum.

He turned his head up to look up at me. I stared back at him wordlessly. He opened his mouth once, lower lip quivering, and then closed it again. He opened it, and then closed it. Finally, he whispered his response. "All right."

"Good," I told the helplessly horny boy. "Now kneel."

Mikey whimpered, but he lowered himself to his knees, placing those delicate preteen knees down on the bed of pine needles once again.

"Now open your mouth and stick out your tongue."

Mikey obeyed. His mouth was big, wide, perfect. I had seen that mouth smile so many times, I couldn't wait to stuff it with my cock. I stepped up to the kneeling boy.

"When this goes in, you suck, and you lick it with your tongue. You also swallow everything that comes out. If you don't, I'm gonna make you pay to get your next cum, got it?"

Mikey nodded, even like that with his mouth open and tongue out. He had a beautiful, long face, and I loved seeing it stretched even more with his mouth open for me.

Gently, I slid my cock onto his tongue. He whimpered. I pushed it in, into his open mouth.

"Oh," I said, "and if you bite, just wait to see the commands I give you. Now close your mouth and suck, Mikey. Suck it good. Just like a lollipop."

Mikey let out another sound, somewhere between a moan and a whimper, and he closed his mouth, wrapping those big red lips around my throbbing cock. I felt him start to tentatively suck.

"Suck harder!" I called down to the kneeling child. "And use your tongue! You want me to cum, make me cum!"

I felt my virgin, untrained boy start to suck harder. Mikey struggled with the big cock in his mouth but he was an athletic boy, and he managed it. Just then I felt his nimble tongue lap across the base of my cock, and I moaned, humping it into his mouth.

"Yeah, Mikey," I said, "that's right, good boy. Suck harder. Make me cum. You know you need to!"

Again the sucking intensified. I reached out and grabbed Mikey's head with my hands. He had short-cropped brown hair, and I felt the strands gather around my fingers. My hands were wet with the sweat all along his scalp, and I knew that the cock he was sucking now was sweaty and gross from frisbee. Gently, I started to push his head back and forth along it, back and forth along my disgusting cock. He looked up at me in shock, but I ignored him, and I kept moving him along it, feeling his saliva spread up and down the throbbing rod in his mouth.

"Keep sucking," I told the boy. "And you might want to masturbate yourself, too. You wouldn't want to miss your chance to cum!"

Mikey almost nodded, even as my cock was embedded in his mouth. He reached down one of his hands and started to rub it through his shorts along his cock. It didn't take long before the horny boy was moaning wetly, and I felt his body shudder along my cock as new stimulation rocked through it. Still, I held it back as best as I could. I wanted the boy to work for it.

"Mmmmmmm..." moaned the boy through my thick cock.

"Fuuuuuuck yeessssss," I replied in my own eager moan. I kept using my grip on his sweaty head to bob him back and forth along my cock. Not too much, not enough to make him gag. Just enough to make it feel beyond heavenly as I experienced this preteen-blowjob.

"Mmmph!" he cried out. He was wiggling with the overwhelming tension that was passing through his body. Where he knelt on the ground, I could see him rocking back and forth along the forest floor. He humped his hips into the air again and again in response to his own masturbation. His cheeks were crimson at the rush of blood. He needed to cum so badly, he was basically a giant ball of overwhelmed need and frustration.

"Tongue!" I cried. "Keep using your tongue!" It wrapped around my cock, slathering layer and layer of saliva onto it, pushing it and squeezing it in waves of magnificent pleasure. I started to hump my cock into his mouth, my own mind a flurry of need almost to match his own. In and out I humped into that warm wet hole of boyspit, in and out, in and out, my cock sliding through his lips, sliding along his tongue, sliding in and out of his wet, wet mouth.

"Guh," he grunted with each thrust, "guh, guh, guh!" Still his hand pulled and massaged at his throbbing cock, desperate for release.

"Get ready!" I called to the kneeling boy. "Make sure to swallow all of it!"

Thrust! I pushed into his mouth. Thrust! I pushed in again. Thrust! again, and then I felt the fire pull up within me, and I knew that first burst was coming, and then out it shot into the boy, the first wave of cum flowing out into his virgin mouth.

He looked up at me, his cute brown eyes opening wide in surprise. As my second burst of cum shot out into his mouth, I felt him start to swallow the thick ooze that was building in his mouth. A third burst of cum, and more swallowing from the boy.

"Guuuuuuuuuh!" he cried out, and his whole body spasmed right there on my throbbing cock as his own cum finally hit him. He almost fell back onto the forest floor, and he might have, if my hands weren't wrapped around his sweaty head. Instead I pushed him back onto my convulsing dick. More and more of my cum shot into that young mouth, that young, quivering boy, and I looked down to see the cum spreading on his own pants as his own orgasm rocked his body.

"Uh! Uh! Uh!" he was moaning, a day's worth of desperate pent-up sexual energy finally releasing into his shorts as my own release continued into his mouth. Miraculously he managed to remember to keep swallowing as he twitched and grunted and moaned into my cock, and I finally felt my spasms start to lessen as the last of my semen left itself inside his body, soon to be swallowed by my compliant (if not eager) boy.

Mikey himself was still twitching at this new sexual experience, this awakening unlike anything he'd felt before. The stain of cum was still spreading along his shorts as his body continued to spasm lightly, finally dying down as the last of his cum soaked into the fabric of those stretched shorts.

We were both done at last, two horny kids spent on the fiery blowjob. "Lick my cock clean," I told the still-kneeling boy, and he obeyed. Even if he didn't need to cum right now, he knew he'd need to later. Soon, all of the sticky goop had been cleaned off by his tongue and all that was left was a cock glistening with the boy's saliva.

I withdrew my shining cock from his mouth. "You can stand up," I told him. He pulled himself up.

"Now," I said, "that wasn't so bad, was it?"

Mikey was shaking as he stood there in front of me. "Am I done?" he asked, coldly.

"Almost," I told him. "I want to inspect you. Let me see your chest."

"What?" he exclaimed. "Why?"

"I want to see the cum I left on you, of course."

Mikey looked at me, and then looked down at the ground. I saw him nervously cross one foot over the other. I stepped up to him and put my hands under his shirt. He didn't resist as I raised it up.

Sure enough, I could see little white powdery remnants along his creamy-white skin. I put a finger into his belly button and enjoyed feeling the remnants of our cum from last night. "Very good, Mikey," I said. He just stood there, holding his face passive, clearly trying not to cry.

I let the shirt drop down. "Now," I said, "let me look under your pants."

"What!" he shouted. "No!"

"Mikey," I said, "I want to look at your cum-covered cock. I want to see the underwear you have on, because I want you to keep it on until tonight. If you don't do what I tell you, then tonight when you want to cum you're going to have to do a whole lot more for me. You know how badly you'll need to cum. You know you're going to do whatever I tell you to have that feeling eventually. So why don't you just let me look down there now?"

Mikey stared back at me. I saw him almost start to sob, and then at the last second hold it back. He didn't reply, but he didn't resist when I stepped up to the boy and put my hands under the elastic of his shorts.

I stretched the elastic and pulled the shorts down, letting them fall to the ground at his ankles. Mikey stood there in his underwear, light green boxers, a massive circle of cum staining the center of them. I came up to him and reached under the front of the elastic of his boxers, feeling the warmth of his skin behind my knuckles.

"No, please," he whispered.

"I'm just taking a look," I said. Then I pulled forward to get a nice view of his dangling, limp, hairless cock. Strings of cum spread out between the fabric and his skin as I pulled it out. It was a total mess in that boy's crotch.

"Very nice," I told him, still holding the underwear open. "Make sure not to clean up before tonight. I want to see you just like this. You'll do that for me, Mikey?"

He looked up at me with those deep brown eyes. Then he nodded

"Good boy," I said. With my free hand, I patted him on the head, then I reached down into his underwear and took a dollop of his cum onto my finger. I reached up and tasted it. It was pure boy.

I released his underwear and let it snap back onto him. "Pull up your shorts," I told my little sexpot. He quickly reached down and pulled them up.

"Am I done?" he asked.

"For now," I said. "When's your bedtime?"

"Ten-thirty," he answered.

"Meet me here around 11:30. Wait for me if I'm not here. That's the only way you get to cum tonight, understood?"

"Yeah..." he said.

"Great," I replied. "See you tonight. And remember, all your cummy clothing comes with you."

With that, I grabbed my backpack and strode off, leaving the cum-stained boy standing in the clearing.

***

I got to the clearing at midnight. I wanted to let him squirm for a while. The sight I saw when I got there was even better than I could have hoped. In the shine of the moonlight, I saw Mikey laying back on the ground, knees up, masturbating himself through his shorts. The twelve-year-old was shaking, humping his hips into the air, frustrated at his inability to release. Just like that, my boy who had never masturbated became a regular, fierce masturbator.

"Hi there, Mikey," I said as I walked into our special area.

He startled, sitting up abruptly. "You're late!" he accused.

"I got here just when I wanted to," I said. "I told you to be here by 11:30. Didn't tell you when I'd get here."

"I thought you weren't coming," he whined, as he started to stand up.

"Nah," I said, "I'm definitely cumming." I stepped up closer to the now-standing boy. "Do you need to cum?"

"Yes, please," he said. "I'll do whatever you want. Let's just get this done so I can go back to bed, please."

"Mmmm," I said thoughtfully, "How impatient. Let's start with this. Why don't you take off your shoes, socks, and pants."

"No way! C'mon, just let me suck you."

"Oh, Mikey," I said, "we'll get to that."

I reached down and, through the fabric of his shorts, touched his cock. "Ohhhhh..." he moaned instantly, his body rocking onto its tiptoes. The boy was an absolute mess of need.

"You see," I said, putting my finger underneath his soft chin and pointing his face up to look at me, "I don't think you have much of a choice. Look at you. You're covered in sweat because you need to cum so bad. You're shaking. I don't think you can even make it home. And since I'm the only one who can let you cum, I think you need to do what I say. Don't you?"

"C'mon," said the boy, his strained face glowing in the moonlight. "Let's just do it."

"Take off your shoes, socks, and shorts," I replied calmly.

Mikey looked back at me, and then down at the ground. He slowly raised a leg up so he could grab his shoe and pull it off, without even untying it. The shoe fell on the ground next to him, and then he pulled his other shoe off, letting it fall as well. Now he was in his socks on the needle-lined ground. Gently, he raised his feet up again, now pulling his socks off. Gently, he placed his sensitive bare feet on the ground so that he wouldn't hurt himself on the needles. I saw him flex his toes as they settled into the soft dirt.

Mikey grabbed the elastic of his shorts and pushed it down. They fell to the ground, and he stepped his bare feet out of them. As Mikey stood there embarrassed, I pulled out my cell phone and used the flashlight to look at him. Sure enough, he was wearing the same light green boxers from before. I walked up to him and grabbed the elastic; he didn't bother to resist. Pulling out, I shined the light down into the gap to get a good view of his cock. Beautiful.

"Excellent, Mikey," I said. "Excellent. Now take off your shirt."

"Why?"

"Because I said so. Now take it off."

Mikey crossed one bare foot over the other, bending the sole of his right foot over the curve of his legs. His long, lithe legs crossed over each other, beautiful in the shine of the moonlight and my phone flashlight. He bit his lip, and them he grabbed his shirt and pulled up, revealing his beautiful chest and tummy.

"Mmmmm," I said. "I like the look of this." I reached down and grabbed his little cock through the thin fabric of his silky boxers, pulling on it a little, and he moaned. "Why don't you jack yourself off for me a bit?"

"Will that make you cum?" he asked, hopefully.

"I don't think so," I answered. "But it'll get me closer, and besides, you know that if you want me to cum you'd better do what I say."

The boy standing there in just his boxers nodded. As I backed up to light him with my phone, he reached down and grabbed his little cocklet through his boxers, and he started to pull on it. What he didn't realize was that my phone wasn't just lighting him now. It was recording a video of the whole magnificent scene.

"Uhhhhhhhh..." groaned the boy as he started to feel stimulation once again in his needy cock. Of course it was already hard, but now it popped up even more, tenting those cum-stained boxers. I watched as his breathing intensified, beautiful bare chest rising with each breath, with each stroke of his cock. His feet on the bare forest floor twisted as he felt the pleasure start to run through him, and his toes curled into the floor of needles. "Muuuuuuuuh..." he moaned again, his eyes closing in arousal.

I watched as his nipples rocked up and down on that perfect chest with each breath. As his firm tummy expanded and contracted in response to the pleasure. As the unwilling boy breathed faster and faster as his mind was again overtaken with need.

"Use your other hand to rub your nipples," I told him. It was his left hand and he was right-handed, so it was awkward, but that smooth little boy's hand started to rub along his tiny pink nipples, back and forth along them, stimulating them as he gasped and moaned.

"Pinch them," I said, "and pull on them." He did, his moans rising in intensity as he grasped his flesh between two fingers and pulled it out, little yelps escaping from his mouth. His whole body was heaving now with stimulation, writhing back and forth. He was starting to hump the air, standing on tip-toes, as if to reach for the orgasm that he could not have. His cheeks were red with exertion and stimulation, and his whole body curled to try to respond to that, beautiful creases in his smooth skin as his body bucked and twisted and desperately sought out that next touch.

"Uhhhhhhhhh..." he moaned again, rubbing himself faster, body almost trying to lift itself off the ground. The inflamed boy was in constant motion, seeking a release that would not come. "MUUUUUUUUH!" he cried out as he jerked back and forth. I held the camera steady to capture this beautiful moment

"Beautiful," I said at last. "Now stop." He kept rubbing himself, seeking something he could not have. "STOP!" I called more firmly. He looked at me, and, gasping, he finally drew his hand away from his genitals. He was gasping, shoulders rising and falling in steady rhythm, and I could see muscles still spasming.

"Now can I please cum?" he begged.

I strolled out to him and reached out, grabbing him on the crotch. "Buuuuuh," he moaned. Then I pulled back. "Not yet," I said. "I like you like this."

"Please..."

"Mikey," I told my horny boy, "I want you to lay down, face-down on the ground."

"Can I please suck you off?"

"Not yet," I insisted again. "Now lay down."

The boy lowered himself to the ground, laying his body along the bed of pine needles. He was exhausted, a mess of stimulation and need and desire and it was now over two hours past his bedtime. Once he was down on the ground, I walked up to him with the light and knelt down, straddling him. I took out my pen and started to draw a circle on his back.

"WHAT!" he cried, turning his head sideways. "No, I didn't agree to this!"

"Shhhh," I told him, lowering myself down to hold him in place with my weight. "This is what you have to do to cum again."

"No!" he said. "It's not worth it! You can't!"

"You need to cum, and you know it. Now let me do it."

"It's not fair," he said. "It's not fair!" It had taken this long, 24 hours of torment, but that was when twelve-year-old Mikey finally broke down. In the light of the phone, I saw the first tears roll down his face, and he started to sob and cry.

"There there," I told my horny mind-controlled little slut. "It's not that bad. Think of how much you get to cum with me." There was no resistance left in him now, and the struggle was in drawing the runes on his smooth bare back which jumped and squirmed with each sob. "You'll have the most sex of anyone in your grade," I added, then focused to make the intricate design. With one hand, I would stretch out his skin between thumb and forefinger, and with the other, I would draw the needed runes.

Finally the design on his back was done. It was a big circle, and one that could hold several powerful commands. I started my incant: "Acum m'ascultz. Acum gundul to ye al meu. Acum fach tot careh vrau!"

I felt the familiar heat as the runes took control of his body. His writhing stopped, although strangely, his crying did not quite. He lay there prone on the ground.

"Can you hear me, Mikey?"

"Yes, sir," he said in a quiet, toneless voice.

"Good, Mikey, good. And you will obey me completely?"

"Yes, sir," he said, lying there.

"Excellent," I said. I climbed up off of him. "Stand up," I told him.

The boy clambered to his feet, arms gently at his side. He was still wearing just his green boxers as he stood there, blank-eyed and entranced, awaiting his next command. I spent a moment admiring his beautiful nearly-naked body as it stood ready for me. I admired his slightly-curved stomach, his flat chest, his round cheeks with the drying tears running along them. He was so completely, utterly mine.

The mechanics of this were complicated. I could put in a command to be triggered later, or even have him respond to a variety of future commands, but the runes now had to have enough space to encompass those future commands. I couldn't just tell him to obey any future command, because no circle was large enough to encompass all possible commands. So I had to do this carefully.

The first thing to do was functional: a way to quickly bring him into a state where I could draw a new circle on him if I needed to. "Mikey," I began, "here is your first command. From now on, whenever I say, Mikey, go to calm, you will instantly enter a calm state. All your thoughts will stop and you will become like an empty shell. You will stand, sit, or put your body however I tell you. You will not talk or resist anything I do to you, and you will not return to normal until I command you to awake. That is calm. Do you understand?"

"Yes, sir," the drone-boy replied.

I felt his back. It was on fire as the command was burned into his mind. Finally it cooled again. My circle still had some solid juice to it. Excellent.

"Now Mikey," I said, "do you know my brother Owen? He's in eighth grade at your school."

"Yes, sir," he said.

"Excellent. Owen is under my control as of tonight. From now on, you feel a powerful need to suck his dick. It is more important than anything other than cumming, which you can still only do when I cum. Tomorrow in school, you will meet with him, and the two of you will set two times each day for you to suck him off. Find a way to meet him, during lunch, or by going to the bathroom at the same time, or whatever. But you will suck him off at least twice tomorrow, and every day from now on until I tell you to stop. Do you understand?"

"Yes, sir," he replied.

"Good, my little slut," I said, "very good." I felt the fire on his back as this command, too, was burned into him, becoming a part of him, a part of his thoughts. Finally his back cooled again. There was still a little bit of space in the runes.

"From now on, Mikey, whenever you suck a cock, there are two things that are most important to you. As soon as the cock enters your mouth, the most important thing in your mind is to give the person as much pleasure as possible. More than anything, you need to make them happy, to help them experience the most powerful orgasm you can give them. No matter if it's me, Owen, or someone else, their pleasure is more important than anything else. The second most important thing to you, as soon as the cock touches your tongue, is to become better at sucking cocks. You will search online for how to suck a cock and do it well. Whenever you are sucking a cock, you will practice what it tells you online, including taking it as deep into your throat as possible and swallowing all the cum. Each time you touch a cock with your tongue, that is what you will think about above all else. Do you understand?"

I saw Mikey as he tried to process this complicated command, thinking through all the different parts of it. Finally, he replied, "yes, sir." His back burned on fire, and it cooled, nearly back to his normal body temperature. There wasn't space for anything more.

"Mikey," I said, "wake up now."

I saw the fog lift from his eyes. He blinked, once, twice. I saw the features on his face change as he started to process what had just happened to him, the memories of the past few minutes flooding his once again functional mind. "Oh my God," he said, softly.

"Mmmm," I said, and I reached down and touched his boner through his boxers. It was still there, still hard, and he moaned as he felt my touch. "I think you still need to cum, Mikey, don't you?"

"Please, don't make me do all those things," he begged. "I don't want to suck Owen's cock too." A part of me realized that was the first time Mikey had ever said cock, and I was amused at his 'growth'.

I took Mikey's hand in mine and I maneuvered it to his cock. Holding it firmly, I rubbed his hand along his throbbing cock. "Ohhhhh..." he said, rocking back and forth as he felt the new stimulation flow through his body.

"You need to cum, don't you, Mikey?"

"Please let me," he gasped back at me.

"Get on your knees," I said.

"Is this it?" he said.

"Yes, you're going to suck me, so get on your knees and start jacking off."

The boxer-clad boy instantly dropped to his knees, an eagerness in him like I hadn't seen before. One hand immediately went to his crotch, while he opened his mouth and stuck his tongue out. I didn't even have to tell him.

"You are so horny," I said, "my impatient little slut-boy." I unzipped my pants and took out my cock for its second pleasuring of the day. "Good."

I stepped up to the kneeling child and placed my cock on his tongue. His eyes widened a fraction and he immediately leaned forward, bringing the cock into his mouth, wrapping his warm, tender lips around it to make a seal. The commands had taken hold. He started to suck on it, and I felt his tongue begin to lap along it, running the length in wet, nimble strokes.

"Ohhh fuck yes," I moaned as I felt the pressure increase in that little mouth. Mikey knelt there, obediently doing his best work on my cock while he stroked himself determinedly through his boxers. I had turned my flashlight off, and now the two of us were lit just by the light of the full moon.

"Mikey," I said, "it's time for you to learn something new about cock-sucking, all right?"

The mind-controlled boy, mouth full, nodded on my cock.

"This," I said, "is called deep-throating." Then I grabbed the back of his head and I pulled, shoving my cock into his mouth, through his gag reflex, and down into the intense tightness of his twelve-year-old throat.

Little kneeling Mikey was overwhelmed by this. His eyes widened in shock and his hand fell from his dick, masturbation briefly forgotten. Suddenly he couldn't breathe, and yet the most important thing to him was to give me pleasure. Clearly this gave me immense pleasure, so he tried to hold it in. He was gagging and coughing even while he controlled his instinct to pull back. I felt his throat convulse around my cock as reflexes tried, and failed, to push it out. Instead, I held the back of his head in my grip and kept him deep on it. I slid his head back along my cock a little, the giant squeezed rod moving obscenely through that throat, and then I pushed him back on it, sliding back in. It was vulgar, a cock this big inside a boy this small, and yet he took it and bravely held it.

"Ahhhhhhh..." I exclaimed in pleasure.

Mikey was straining, his head rocking back and forth. I loved looking down at him, at his wide eyes, at his toes splayed out because of the strain on his body, at the pubic hairs that literally tickled his nostrils, but I could tell the boy couldn't take much more of it even as he bravely struggled. I finally started to slide him off my cock, until with a plop and a sputter it pulled out of his throat and now simply hung in his mouth. He coughed on it, and desperately sucked in breath until he'd steadied himself.

"Oh, that felt fucking amazing," I said to the kneeling boy. "Now don't forget to jack yourself off, and keep licking and sucking." Of course he immediately complied. After all, my pleasure was the most important thing in his mind right now. And the second most important was his own cum.

For a while, I stood there as the kneeling boy in nothing but his boxers continued to suck and lick. He rocked back and forth, moaning as he stroked himself on his cock. I felt him shudder every-so-often as giant bursts of pleasure flowed through him from the attention his cock was getting. "Yaaaaaaaaah!" he moaned as his legs spasmed and his body shook with another wave of pleasure.

"Mikey," I said, "you'll make me like this even more if you bob your head back and forth along my cock, and if you use your other hand to stroke what's not in your mouth."

He reached up his free hand and wrapped it around the base of my cock, stroking it just like I told him, his mind focused on giving me pleasure. Meanwhile, he started to dip his head back and forth, stimulating me as I'd instructed. I felt his lips curve across my cock, pushed back and forth by his sliding mouth. Another jolt of pleasure shot up from his much-masturbated cocklet, and he shook visibly, letting out an "mmmmmm" of excitement.

For a moment, we stayed like that, teenager and boy each overwhelmed by our personal pleasure. He serviced me from his kneeling position, using his inexperienced tongue and lips and hands as best as he could, sucking like a little boy vacuum cleaner with all his strength, and meanwhile he pleasured himself, back and forth along that little cock. His moans were constant now, just a constant stream of boy-pleasure as his body jolted back and forth with each new shot of pleasure and as his crotch now seemed to move of its own accord, unable to cum but still able to feel so much desire.

"Take a deep breath," I said, "and this time, keep jacking off." I felt him breathe in, and I grabbed his head and shoved in, cramming my cock back into that tiny throat. Again he gagged, again I felt the spasms in that too-small throat, but I settled in, squeezing into the thin tube that would soon take my cum. I felt my cock throb and my knees started to shake. Pleasure would overtake me any moment. "Ohhhhhhh..." I moaned.

Through it all, Mikey was still licking my cock, now the base of it that was accessible in his mouth. He was still pumping his cock, pushing pleasure through his little body. I watched the wide-eyed boy rock back and forth in pleasure, down there on his knees, and I felt his tongue on the base of my cock and his throat squeeze the tip. Grabbing his head, I slid him back a little, then forward, then back, then forward, massaging my sensitive tip with the contours of his throat, sliding in and out of the tiny space. Back, then forward, back, then forward. He bucked in a combination of pleasure and discomfort. I humped into him, shoving my cock deeper into his throat. He spasmed beneath me, and my cock throbbed, and finally, in an overwhelming release, the cum started to pour out.

Heat filled my body as I felt my cock jump and spurt into Mikey's throat. Wave after wave of my cum spewed right into it, bypassing his mouth and flowing right into the little boy. He couldn't gasp, he couldn't moan, but I felt his body straighten and jerk in pleasure, and soon his own body was rocking back and forth as his own orgasm overtook him even while he was speared on my cock. Boy-cum spilled once again into those green boxers. He spasmed and rocked against me even as he was impaled on my throbbing cock, even as my own cum oozed down his throat, pulse after pulse flowing into the unprepared child. Our orgasms continued together, cum into his throat and cum into his underwear, until finally he quieted and then so did I. I felt like I'd emptied a gallon into him.

I pulled back. "Lick me clean," I said, and he did without question.

He was still gasping now that he could breathe again. "Stand up," I told him, and he managed to pull himself up. This time I didn't even ask; I walked up, pulled his boxers out, and shined my light down to see the goop that was his cum all over his boxers and his cock. I smiled, then I reached down and squeezed the fabric, rubbing the cool gunk into his privates.

"All I wanted to do was suck you..." he said, voice trailing off.

"Yup," I agreed, smiling.

"Please," he said as he came to his senses, "don't make me do that stuff tomorrow."

"Sorry, kid," I said. "A command from your master is a command from your master. Speaking of. Wear those boxers again tomorrow. Got it?"

He just stood there, looking down at the ground.

"Got it?"

"Yeah," he said.

"Great," I replied. "I'll see you at ultimate. Have fun with Owen!"

I walked off as I pushed my cock back into my pants and zipped up. When I got home, I went online and posted his video to a special site. "Hey," I wrote, "look at this little slut. Get ready for more!"

***

Mikey's alarm blared at him. He hit snooze again. He was so tired... he just needed a bit more sleep...

"Mikey!" his mom yelled up the stairs. "C'mon, dear. You'll be late for school if you don't hurry!"

Mikey rolled over in bed, his mind filled with cobwebs.

"Honestly, Mikey," said his mom, coming into the room, "what is into you? You need to get up right now, young man."

Mikey groaned, and he pulled himself up. He blinked wearily. He wanted so much to tell his mom what was going on. Mom, he'd say, I've gotten into some trouble and I don't know what to do. Help me! But he couldn't say it. He couldn't even try to pretend to be sick to stay home, because he had to go in to suck Owen's cock. "Yeah," he finally mumbled, "I'm up."

"Are you all right, honey?" she asked. "Did you sleep all right?"

"I'm fine," he mumbled.

"All right then. C'mon, get up, get ready."

Mikey nodded. She left the room, and he got up. He'd had to wait for her to leave, because he needed to change. He'd been instructed to wear his green boxers today, after all, but nothing about the night. He changed from one pair of boxers to the other. He shivered as he felt the green boxers run up his smooth skin. They were gross, covered in his cum twice over. But he knew he had to wear them, and he made himself drag them up.

Finally he dressed, and he went out to get breakfast and go to school.

***

When the school bus got in, Mikey didn't go to hang out with his friends like he usually did. Instead, he wandered the halls, like he'd been told, looking for Owen. Mikey knew what Owen looked like, but he basically knew nothing else about the older teen.

It took until just a few minutes before homeroom started to find him. Mikey got up his courage and approached the boy. "Uh, hi, Owen?"

"Y-yeah," said Owen, turning to see Mikey for the first time. Owen was about seven inches [18 cm] taller than Mikey was, and it felt like he towered over him. "You're M-Mikey?"

"Yeah," said Mikey, quietly.

"And you're gonna... you're gonna..."

"I guess," said Mikey. "We've gotta figure out when, right?"

"Yeah," said Owen, looking down nervously at his shoes. "Um."

Mikey just wanted this to be over with. "Lunchtime, right? That's easy? The boys bathroom on the second floor? No one'll be using it at lunch."

"Yeah, great," said Owen. "Um... and how about sixth period? I've got science, it's super boring?"

"Um..." said Mikey, nervously rubbing his feet together. What was Owen's deal? "Could we do seventh? I've got math sixth, I really need to pay attention."

"Yeah, ok," said Owen. "Uh, what time?"

"1:30? Second floor bathroom again?"

"Yeah, great," said Owen. He seemed to be rubbing his fingers against his shorts nervously. "I guess I'll see you then."

"Yeah," said Mikey. "See you."

Mikey got to homeroom just in time. For just a moment, he tried to be himself again. He made a show for the other kids of getting to the outside of the door, and then just as the buzzer went off, jumping over the threshold. A few kids laughed. "Sit down, Mikey," the teacher told him, not amused.

He sat.

***

Mikey got to the second-floor bathroom a couple minutes before Owen. He paced nervously. He even peed a bit, and then washed his hands. Then Owen, wide-eyed and nervous, came in.

"Hey," he said.

"Hey," said Mikey. "So, let's get it done, right? How about that stall over there?"

"Yeah, um, all right," replied Owen.

They went over, and closed the stall door behind them. The floor was kind-of dirty, but none of the other stalls were better. Mikey tried to squat down, but he knew he wouldn't be able to hold himself down there. Finally, he went down to his knees, hairless knees lying on the tile floor. Maybe he should start wearing pants, even though it was hot out. Then again, that would just get his pants dirty.

Owen stood there, looking down at Mikey, dumbfounded. "Wow," he just said. Mikey could see the erection in the teen's shorts, and he knew what was waiting there for him.

"Well?" asked Mikey.

"Huh?"

"Are you gonna take it out?"

"Oh, yeah, sure." Owen fumbled at his zipper. It took him four tries to get it down, and to pull out his teenage erection. The boy's cock was maybe five inches [12 cm] long, and definitely erect. Mikey opened his mouth.

"Wow," said Owen, staring at the kneeling, open-mouthed boy.

"Well?" said Mikey.

"Oh, um, all right," said Owen. He stepped forward a little bit, and guided his cock onto Mikey's tongue.

The moment it touched down, Mikey was a boy transformed. Suddenly, his whole world was about bringing Owen as much pleasure as possible. Mikey's lips closed on the cock and he leaned in, taking more of it into his puckered lips.

Owen moaned in surprise at the sudden feeling. Mikey could taste Owen's precum leaking onto his tongue. Good. It meant that Owen was enjoying the blowjob. Mikey immediately started sucking, pulling on that teen's cock for all he was worth.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhh..." moaned Owen as this strange boy started sucking on his cock. Feelings of bliss swarmed through his fourteen-year-old mind, all his teenage hormones raging to say how perfect this moment was. Owen felt his knees go weak, and he reached down to the toilet paper dispenser to hold himself up. Then Mikey's tongue touched his cock, and Owen lost it, a rapturous "whooaaaaaaaa..." escaping through his wide-open mouth.

Owen's body started to rock back and forth at the scorching pleasure that curled its way through his body. "Ohhhhh, ohhhhh, ohhhhh," he kept moaning as Mikey pleasured his virgin cock. He'd rubbed himself, but it had never felt like this, not like a warm little bath like this, not like the tongue coasting on it, not like this sucking, not like a real living boy twisting and turning and sucking on his eager cock.

Mikey's existence was centered on this cock in his mouth. His whole twelve-year-old brain was thinking about how to give it more pleasure. He was already using his tongue. He was already sucking. Maybe he could take it deeper?

Oh, he really didn't want to take it deeper. He remembered how it had felt to get face-fucked last time. But Owen's pleasure was the most important thing, much more important than what Mikey wanted. Mikey knew that was the control speaking, he knew those weren't his own thoughts, but it didn't matter. Owen's pleasure was just more important.

Mikey took a deep breath... and he forced himself deeper. As the teen's cock slid into the back of his throat, Mikey suddenly felt himself gagging and coughing, and he was forced to pull back. Damn it.

"Ohhhh... are you... are you all right?" gasped Owen.

Mikey nodded with the cock in his mouth. Of course he was all right. Owen needed more pleasure, that was all that mattered, Owen's pleasure. He tried to swallow that cock again, but again he sputtered on it. He felt Owen's cock soften slightly. This was not pleasing Owen! That was not acceptable.

Twelve-year-old Mikey wracked his brains for how else to pleasure Owen. He focused his tongue on Owen's glans, and he felt the cock stiffen tightly in his mouth as the tip of his tongue licked over the glans again and again, circling around it, massaging the slit. Owen started to rock his hips again, lost in the waves of pleasure, moaning constantly. Mikey felt proud at his accomplishment, even as he felt disgusted by it at the same time.

What else worked? Mikey remembered that Jason liked to be touched. So he reached out, grasping Owen's cock with his hand and stroking it back and forth. Again the teen's cock responded in Mikey's mouth, and again Mikey felt that strange pride and satisfaction in his mind. He was acutely aware that the satisfaction was not his own, but it didn't matter, because he felt it so strongly. Owen gasped and his body swayed as more precum leaked into Mikey's mouth.

Mikey kept stroking and kept sucking. What more could he do to give Owen more pleasure? Maybe he could reach in and grab Owen's balls. Would that help? He'd have to maneuver his hand into Owen's fly, and that didn't seem easy right now. Besides, it was hard for him just to keep licking, and sucking, and stroking. His twelve-year-old concentration was almost at its limit, and it was so important that he not mess up. The most important thing.

Instead, Mikey took his tongue and forcefully stroked that erect teenager's cock, pressing hard, squeezing it to eke out the most possible response. "Whoaaaaa..." moaned Owen. Again Mikey pressed with all the might of his tongue, and again Owen responded, humping forward, gasping with pleasure. Again he pressed, and again Owen rocked forward. "Ohhhhhhhh... fuuuuuuuckkk..."

Mikey felt the teenager's cock get harder and thrust in his mouth. He felt Owen thrust his hips forward again. He felt so proud of himself. Owen liked his blowjob! In and out Mikey bobbed on that cock, his tongue working constantly to lick the other boy, his mouth working constantly to suck as hard as he could, his hand stroking, stroking, stroking.

"Oh! Oh man! Oh! Oh!" Owen's hands reached out, grabbing Mikey's head, holding him on as the older boy pumped his hips into and out of the younger boy, in and out, demanding more pleasure. Mikey felt the cock throb in his mouth. He sucked and Owen cried out "yeessssssss!" and then he came.

Pulse after pulse of that teenage spew shot into Mikey's preteen mouth as the boy knelt there on the bathroom floor. Mikey knew that to give Owen the most pleasure possible, he had to swallow his cum. He might have been disgusted by it, he might have been revolted by the taste (which was slightly different from Jason's cum), but it didn't matter. Ropes of sticky cum shot into his mouth, and with each blast he swallowed it down, feeling it go slowly down his throat.

The very swallowing motion of Mikey's young mouth stimulated Owen's dick even more, and streams of cum followed streams of cum, until it finally slowed into an ooze. Still Mikey swallowed, and licked, and sucked. After all, a cock was touching his mouth. When it seemed that Owen was finally done, Mikey sucked on the tip of the cock to pull out the last bit of cum, and then he licked it clean with his tongue. Finally he was done, and he let it hang loose and wet in front of him.

Mikey knelt. Owen gasped, sweaty and red-faced, his chest heaving with exertion. Finally, the older boy spoke. "Holy shit," he said.

"Yeah," said Mikey, although he might not have meant the same thing.

"And you're gonna do this twice a day?"

"Yeah," said Mikey.

"Holy shit."

"Well," said Mikey, starting to stand up. "I guess I'll see you at 1:30."

"Uh, yeah," said Owen. "See you then."

Mikey walked out of the bathroom and to the cafeteria, where he found his friends. "Sorry, guys," he said. "When you gotta go..."

The other boys laughed, and so did Mikey. Then he started to eat his lunch, holding a smile the whole time, even as he started the meal with a big swig of apple juice to try to get the aftertaste out of his mouth.

***

At 1:29pm, Mikey raised his hand and asked his teacher to go to the bathroom.

He got there at 1:30, and Owen was waiting for him. Owen nodded. Mikey nodded. "We should use the handicapped stall," Mikey said. "More space, and people won't see my legs as easily."

"Uh, yeah, okay," said Owen.

They stepped in. Mikey instantly dropped to his knees, feeling the cold bathroom tile against his shins once again. He'd been thinking about this all day, while trying in vain to focus in his classes. He decided to just get it over with as quickly as possible.

"Wow," said Owen.

"If you actually drop your pants," suggested Mikey, "I can grab your balls or something. Like, massage them. It'll probably feel good."

"Yeah," said Owen. He started to wrestle with his belt. It was slow going; he was still nervous about all of this, even though Mikey could see the teen's erection poking into his shorts. "Um," he said, has the belt finally came undone and he started on the zipper, "do you actually like this?"

"Uhhh," said Mikey as he knelt on the bathroom floor. "No, not really."

"My brother made you do this?"

"Yeah," said Mikey. "Uh, do you like it?"

"Yeah," admitted Owen. "But he kind-of made me like it. He's, um, not a very nice brother."

"Yeah, I bet," said Mikey, looking from side to side. "Let's go already."

"We could, um, not... if you don't want to..." said Owen. He still hadn't taken off his pants. Mikey couldn't quite read the tone of voice, but it sounded resigned. Accepting.

"No," said Mikey. "I have to do it. I don't really have a choice." He paused, waiting. "C'mon."

"You sure?"

"I really don't have a choice. Pull your pants down."

Owen nodded, and he finished unzipping his fly. With a tug on his shorts and underwear, it fell to the ground in a puddle around his ankles.

Mikey didn't wait. He moved forward on his knees, running them along the dirty tile floor. Finally he got to right in front of Owen, and Owen maneuvered the cock to touch on his tongue.

The transformation on little Mikey was instantaneous. He took the cock into his mouth and Owen was instantly reduced to a moaning heap of a boy.

As Mikey ran his tongue along those five inches [12 cm] of boy boner, he reached out and he touched on Owen's hanging teenage balls. "Huwahhhh," moaned Owen, and Mikey felt the cock stiffen in his mouth. Again he found himself happy beyond measure that Owen was experiencing such pleasure, that he was doing what he was supposed to do.

Mikey twisted his warm, soft hand around those teenage balls. He held them gently, moving his hand up and down almost like milking a cow, but lightly, gently, softly. "Hu, hu, hu," gasped Owen at this new stimulation. Still Mikey sucked, his warm, sloppy mouth holding the cock tight, sliding back and forth on the glaze of his saliva and the now-constantly leaking precum.

Every part of Mikey was a tool to give Owen pleasure. The twelve-year-old boy had but one thing to do, and that was to make Owen have an even better orgasm than before. Every moment for Mikey was a moment he wanted to be somewhere else; every moment was a moment dedicated to Owen's pleasure. One hand awkwardly stroked Owen's balls, and the teen bucked his hips in pleasure. The other hand stroked Owen's cock, and Owen gasped with each stroke. Mikey's tongue lapped against that cock. His mouth strained to suck it, as if trying to pull out every last bit of pleasure.

Mikey took his tongue and he swirled it around Owen's glans. The motion first ran Mikey's coarser, taste-bud-filled top of his tongue along Owen's tip; then, it naturally ran the softer, smoother bottom of his tongue along it. "Ohhhhhh!" gasped Owen, his hips spasming. Do that again!

Mike ddi it again, rolling his tongue sensuously around the teenager's cock. "OHHHHHHHH!" cried Owen. "AGAIN!"

Mikey did it a third time, running his tongue in two full circles around the cock, and then he gave it a powerful, abrupt suck. "HOLY FUCK!" cried Owen. Mikey stroked his balls and Owen's knees started to shake. He rolled his tongue against the teenager's sensitive cock once more. "Fuck fuck fuck..." moaned Owen. "Oh fuck..."

Mikey spread out his tongue along that five-inch [12 cm] cock, flattening it as far back as he could, and then he moved it forward along the base of the cock until it reached the glans, when he spun it around the glans once more. "Ohhhhh..." moaned Owen. Once again he spread his tongue as far towards the base as he could, sliding it back along the cock, and then around the tip. Owen was beyond words, and Mikey felt the most satisfaction he'd ever felt in his life. Owen's cock throbbed, as hard as it had ever been, leaking precum with abandon. Mikey sucked and he felt it throb. He sucked again and the cock throbbed again. He rolled his tongue back and around the glans, and the cock exploded.

"OH!" cried the panting Owen as he came once again into the boy kneeling on the bathroom floor. Mikey sucked that teenage sperm into his throat, all of it, gulping it down, squeezing it down his throat with his tongue. He felt Owen's goop as it slid into him, slid into his belly to join the goop from just a couple hours ago. He swallowed, and he swallowed, and he swallowed, until again Owen was empty. Again he cleaned Owen's cock, sucking out the last bit of cum, and then he let it out of his mouth, dripping a few spots of saliva onto the floor.

"Mikey," gasped Owen, "that was even better than before."

"Thanks," said Mikey, not even sure if he meant it or not. He climbed back up to his feet.

Owen looked at the younger boy. "Um," he said, "you're hard."

"Yeah," said Mikey. He'd been hard before, although Owen hadn't noticed. Judging by yesterday and today so far, this was the time of day when his need to cum started to get really distracting.

"Do you want me to um... to um..."

"Nah," said Mikey. "Thanks, but it wouldn't help. You couldn't get me to cum."

"Fuck," said Owen. "My brother did that?"

"Yeah," said Mikey. He smiled, one of those smiles he knew everyone liked. "It's all right," he said bravely. "I'll be fine."

"Well, good luck, dude," said Owen.

"Thanks," said Mikey. "I'll see you tomorrow."

"Yeah, see you then."

Mikey walked out as Owen started to pull up his underwear and shorts.

***

When we were gathering for frisbee, Mikey ran up to me. He was in his athletic shorts and a T-shirt, and he seemed to be smiling, although I don't know how genuine it really was. I could see the tent in his shorts; the kid was fully erect.

"C'mon," he said, grabbing my hand, drawing me away.

"Whoa, slow down there," I said, as Mikey was pulling me away. "What's going on?"

"Let's just get it done," he said. "C'mon. Let's just get it done."

"Mmmm," I said. "You're awfully eager."

"I just want to play ultimate, c'mon Jason."

"All right," I said, "let's go."

We found a secluded part of the park where we wouldn't be disturbed, the same secret grove as before. Mikey dropped to his knees like it was nothing. "You got some real experience with Owen, huh?"

"I guess," he said. "C'mon, open your fly."

"No," I said, "not yet. This time if you want to get off, I want to play a bit first."

"What?"

"Yeah," I said, pulling out my camera.

"Are you recording this?"

Mikey looked scared. His eyes were wide, and his mouth was a little ajar, showing his pearly white teeth. "Please don't," he said, quietly.

"You want to cum?" I asked him.

He nodded. "You know I need to."

"Then strip," I said. "And do it with a smile, or we start the whole video over again."

Mikey looked back at me for a moment. He bit his lower lip, and looked down at his throbbing cock. "Please," he begged. "Just let me cum." He rubbed his dick a few more times, body shaking with pleasure at the new stimulation. I just stared at him with no reponse.

Quietly, Mikey nodded. And then he started to remove his shirt, exposing his smooth, firm tummy to the open air. "Don't forget to smile," I reminded him. He smiled to the camera.

Mikey finished removing his shirt. His arms were slender and hairless, but muscled, especially for a twelve-year-old. His nipples were small and faint pink, little dots on well-defined breasts. The shape of his collar bone was clear around his neck. As he dropped his shirt to the ground, he managed another smile to the camera.

I nodded to the boy. He took off his shoes and socks next, revealing those beautiful bare feet. His tongue popped out of his mouth, circling his lips. Then he reached down to the elastic of his shorts and stretched it out, dropping them down his smooth, slender legs. He stepped out of it, now wearing just his stained green boxers.

"What if someone sees us?" he asked meekly.

"They won't," I said, holding the camera on him. "You know no one comes here. Now c'mon."

He nodded. His face was a mask of tension, his smile stretched out into his cheeks. Gently, he reached down to his boxers and he pushed them down. They bunched up on the floor and he stepped out of them, a naked boy in the park on camera.

"Now, Mikey," I said, "why don't you start to touch yourself."

The naked boy already had a raging boner. It stuck out from his body almost parallel to the ground. "C'mon," he replied. "I really need to cum. That's just gonna make it worse!"

"If you want to cum," I told him, "you'll do what I say."

"Fuuuck," said Mikey in his preteen voice. His boner throbbed. I saw his shoulders heave with a deep breath. Then he reached down, and he started to stroke his cock.

Mikey's body swayed as pleasure started to sweep across him. He swung forward, his belly sticking out, jiggling in the air. "Ohhhhhhhh," he moaned as his dick throbbed in the air. "Ohhhhhhhh, please, pleeeeeeease, I need it so bad..."

I zoomed the camera in on him, zoomed it in on his hand as he stroked his cock, on his little hairless fingers as he grabbed it between thumb and forefinger and swung back and forth, as he wrapped his hand around it and pulled, pulled, pulled, the tip stretching out between his squeezing fingers. "Mmm!" came his high-pitched moan.

"Please," he panted, "uh, uh, uh, please, uh," he gasped, rocking his hips back and forth, "please!!"

"Mmm," I said to the gasping boy, "now Mikey, why don't you introduce yourself to the audience?"

"What?" he said.

"Tell them your name and how old you are, and your grade."

"Guh," he gasped. "I... My name is Mikey," he said, looking into the camera. "I'm... twelve, and..." his body convulsed in pleasure as he stroked himself, "and... I'm in sixth grade..."

Mikey's eyes were wide, desperate with the desire that coursed through his preteen body. He was shaking, and his bare toes were clenched in the grass. It was the hottest thing I'd ever seen, and I unzipped my fly to bring my cock out.

"Why don't you tell the camera," I said to Mikey, "tell it how much you need to cum."

"C'mon," he begged. "I really, really need to cum. Oh my God, my penis is going to burst, please, please let me cum, I need it so bad, more than anything, it hurts, it's like it's on fire!" He started to jump up and down, the naked boy, his balls waving in the air as he stroked himself even while he hopped. "So bad! So bad! So bad!"

I was stroking my own cock now. Fuck this was one of the hottest things I'd ever seen. With each desperate hop, it wasn't just Mikey's balls bouncing up and down. It was his belly, jiggling and waving in the air. His nipples shook slightly. The crazed child just bounced there, masturbating himself, 82 pounds [37 kg] of pure need and arousal, a horny boy who had no other release for the overwhelming energy that took over every part of his body.

My own cock was throbbing, pulsing as I stroked it watching this boy as the need consumed him. Still holding the camera on Mikey, I reached down to grab his discarded green boxers.

"Mikey," I told the frenzied boy, "I'll let you cum soon. But first, you need to tell the camera something else, all right?"

"Yeah," he said. "Whatever, whatever! Please!"

"Tell the camera that you're really excited to make videos for them. Say you want their pervy ideas for what you should do next. Ask them for suggestions and say you'll make hot videos of the best ones."

"What?"

"Do it if you want to cum! And make it good! Smile!"

"All right, all right." Mikey stopped bouncing, turning with desperate eyes to the camera. I noticed that he kept vigorously stroking himself even while he talked. "I'm... I'm really excited to make these videos for you! I want your pervy ideas for what I should do next." Still he stroked his eager little preteen cock, his sweaty body swaying with need. "I'll make videos of the best ones. So send them in!" His smile was only sort-of there, but it was good enough. My cock was ready to burst.

"Good," I said, now jacking off myself. I couldn't resist.

"Please please please!" he yelled. "Please!" His knees were shaking, his whole body trembling. I stroked my cock.

"Tell the camera how much you need to cum."

"I need it!" he cried out. "I need to cum so bad!" Naked Mikey collapsed onto the ground, on his back, his legs up, rolling back and forth on the grass as he stroked himself. His whole body gyrated with his need. I kept the camera on him with one hand, capturing the exposed boy on the ground while with my other hand I stroked my own cock, bringing myself closer and closer to orgasm.

"Oh fuck!" I gasped.

"Ohhhhhhhh!" moaned Mikey.

"Tell them you need their help to cum!"

"I need your help to cum! Please!"

I took his green boxers from the hand holding the camera and, with my other hand, held them up to my cock as I masturbated myself with the fabric. I watched as Mikey's young, smooth body rolled back and forth, and I stroked myself up and down, up and down, my precum soaking those boxers, soaking those boxers that he was about to put back on, and then I came.

"OH! YES!" I gasped. My cock spurted its cum, all the cum it had been saving up that day waiting for this moment, burst after burst soaking into Mikey's underwear. He also saw that I had finally cum, and he cried out in satisfaction as his own orgasm rocked his body, spurts of cum coating his bare stomach and chest and thighs as his horny body finally found its release, coating itself in boy's sperm.

"Oh yes," I moaned, as my orgasm finally finished. Using his boxers, I squeezed my cock, forcing out the last bit of cum, cleaning it up with them. Mikey, exhausted, was lying on the ground.

I knelt down by the boy, and using his boxers, I started to wipe off the cum. Soon, they had another two loads soaked into the fabric. They were gooey and icky, and I had Mikey pull them on. He didn't even argue.

"Well," I said, as he dressed, "let's go back and get in the ultimate game." I found myself already getting a boner at the thought of him running with those wet, cummy boxers on.

***

Once he was dressed again, Mikey came back to play ultimate. As he ran across the field, he felt his squishy two-day old boxers soaked in cum rubbing along his smooth skin, spreading his own cum mixed with Jason's all along his crotch. He tried to ignore it, of course, but it was gooey and sticky, and cold in the breeze as he ran.

Once, these ultimate games had been something special. They'd been Mikey's chance to play with the big boys, to show off his skills and feel accepted by high school kids. Now he felt used. Were they all more like Jason, hoping to just get their own pleasure out of him? He really didn't know, but he hoped not. Unfortunately, it was hard to argue with the sticky stuff in his pants.

When the game was over, Mikey headed home. He'd already fulfilled one of his two required daily cums, and the next wasn't until later. He took off his clothes for his nightly shower, setting aside the boxers he'd have to put back on again. Then he got in and cleaned himself off. At least some of the cum would wash away. Then he dressed again, putting the green boxers on yet again.

What Mikey had intended to do was to go and do his homework. But instead, one of his commands took hold, and he suddenly decided the most important thing was to go and learn how to give a better blowjob. It was a strange sensation in his mind. A part of him knew that this wasn't actually what he wanted. That what he wanted was to just do his homework and pretend things were normal. But even though he knew that what he wanted was to act normal and do his homework, that wasn't what he actually wanted. What he actually wanted was to look up blowjobs. It was so confusing, but ultimately, it amounted to the same thing. He started googling blowjobs.

The twelve-year-old boy stared wide-eyed at the screen as he started to read all about the different things that he'd already been made to do. How to use his tongue, how to suck, what to do with his hands, how to train himself to take it deeper. He started to take notes on the things he wanted to practice, the things he wanted to try to do a better blowjob. He even organized it on the paper. "Remember." "Tongue." "Sucking." "Deep throating." "Hands." "Before." "After." Each underlined category had notes, items for him to remember, to study. He knew he'd be referring to this sheet regularly.

When his mom called him to dinner, he'd filled two sheets of paper. He had a serious hard-on, and he wasn't sure if it was because of what he'd been reading and seeing, or if it was just because he'd gone longer without cumming. Ugh, he hated not understanding what was happening to him like this!

At least after dinner, he felt like he'd completed his 'sex homework' and he could get back to his real homework. But really, he needed a break first. He played video games for a while, then he tried to cram in his actual work before he'd have to go and suck Jason's cock again, or whatever.

Mikey was getting ready for bed, still wearing those green boxers, when he got the text. "My place 1130" it said. Guess that was where they'd be doing it tonight.

When he was able to sneak out, he biked over to Jason's house. As he came up to the door, he wasn't sure if he was supposed to ring the doorbell. He waited there a minute, about to ring it, when suddenly Owen opened the door.

Owen was dressed in nothing but his boxers, his bare chest and legs and feet exposed to the cool night air. The fourteen-year-old had a smooth, clean chest, but he had some short budding hair under his armpits. Mikey already knew that he had a bit of hair at his cock. The older boy's legs, though, were still hairless.

"Hey," said Owen.

"Hey," said Mikey, looking the slightly older boy up and down.

"C'mon in," said Owen, stepping aside. Mikey crossed the threshold and Owen closed the door behind him. "My brother said you should strip to your boxers."

Mikey shrugged. There was really no point in fighting it. He started to strip. "What about your parents?" he asked as he pulled his shirt over his head and dropped it to the ground.

"They're under his control," said Owen. "They won't notice anything. They might, like, bring snacks."

"Fuck," said Mikey. He didn't swear much, but this seemed like the time. Regardless, he started to remove his shorts.

"Yeah," said Owen. "Yeah."

"What's he done to you?" asked Mikey as he removed his shoes so he could get his shorts all the way off.

"Nuthin'," said Owen. "Except for you."

"Oh," said Mikey, as he pulled his shoes off and his shorts came after them. He tried not to feel too jealous of Owen. It wouldn't be so bad, he thought, to be in that spot.

"I'm really sorry," said Owen. "I dunno."

Mikey pulled off his socks. "Yeah," he said. "Let's go."

Mikey, now wearing just his green boxers, followed Owen, in his red boxers, up to Jason's room.

Jason was waiting when they got there.

***

"Hi there, Mikey," I said.

"Um, hi," said Mikey, as he stood there nervously, mostly naked.

"C'mere."

Mikey didn't really see any reason to fight it. I had all the power here, and he knew it. Mikey walked up to the teen obediently.

As soon as Mikey got close, I reached out and pulled him until the two of us were touching. I ran my hungry hands all along the twelve-year-old's smooth body, feeling his skin, his nipples, his thighs, running all along the bare skin. I reached for Mikey's cock, the boy's erection prominent through the boxers, and I started to stroke it.

"Guuuuuuuh," gasped Mikey, as he started to wriggle in my grip, "not again... not again, please..."

I went and sat on the bed, pulling Mikey into my lap. With one hand I continued to stroke his immature but erect cock, reaching right under those beautiful cummy boxers. I gripped his tiny dicklet with two fingers and pulled, squeezing it, up and down over and over again, enjoying the feel of his sensitive flesh giving way underneath me. Meanwhile, I reached my other hand to Mikey's nipple and started to squeeze it and rub it, back and forth along the boy's most sensitive regions.

Once again, Mikey's already tremendous desire was magnified by my ruthless attention. The twelve-year-old was panting continuously, his tongue lolling out of his mouth. He was squirming constantly on my lap, rubbing back and forth along my own needy erection, his desire pulling him this way and that in unpredictable little jerks. "Guh, guh, guh," he was moaning. "C'mon, please, guh, please..." His chest heaved at the constant sexual attention.

"J-Jason," came Owen's voice, forgotten in the doorway, "c-can I go?"

"Uhhhhh..." moaned Mikey.

"Nah," I said to my younger brother. "You have a nice little erection there, bro." Indeed, the boy's red boxers were thoroughly tented. "This turns you on?"

"I-I guess," stammered Owen. "'Cause y-you made me like that."

"I guess I did," I said, smiling back. "Betcha you like it to have a littler boy to serve you, makes you feel bigger." Mikey was lost in his own little world; I honestly couldn't tell if he even had any awareness of what was happening around him anymore, except for the constant stimulation. I'd been rubbing both of the boy's nipples, and his boner had become as extreme as the little boy could manage. Mikey's eyes were glazed, drool was running down his chin, and his tiny feet were constantly kicking out. "Hey," I continued, "want him to suck you?"

"Uhhh... n-no," stammered Owen. "It's... it's fine. Really."

"Nah," I replied, "I see your bulge, bro. I got you." I suddenly stopped masturbating the quivering mass of desire on his lap, and Mikey bent over, shaking, gasping for breath. "Mikey," I said, "go suck Owen off."

"C'mon," said Mikey between desperate breaths. "Let me cum first. I need it so so bad."

"No," I answered. "Do this then we'll see. C'mon!" I gave Mikey a push on his bare back, and the boy staggered forward. He worked his way up to Owen on jittery legs, and he dropped to his knees. Little Owen struggled to take his teenage cock out of boxers.

"Yeah Mikey," I said, getting my camera out. "Let's see what you've learned."

***

As Owen's cock touched down on Mikey's mouth, the boy immediately focused. Even as Mikey's own desire still raged through his shaking young body, even as his own erection throbbed and leaked precum into his boxers, even as he felt disgust at doing this once again and knowing it would not be the last time today, Mikey's goal was clear. Make the fourteen-year-old boy standing with his cock in Mikey's mouth experience as much pleasure as possible.

Mikey thought back to the notes he'd prepared earlier today. He started simply, running his tongue along the cock in his mouth, bobbing his head back and forth along it, letting his saliva coat the teenager's rod. Testing his powers, he swished his tongue along the glans, and Owen gasped as his cock throbbed in Mikey's mouth. Good.

Holding Owen's cock with one hand, Mikey actually let it fall out of his mouth. Then the twelve-year-old stuck out his tongue and he started to run his tongue along the length of the cock from base to tip. Owen gasped and thrust forward as Mikey's tongue ran along the length and then swirled around the tip. Then Mikey reached forward and did it again, a long, sensuous lick from base to tip, running all the way along the cock. Then again from base to tip, his soft, preteen tongue curling around the cock, running along it, lingering, a lush, full lick, until Mikey got to the tip and then once again he engulfed Owen's cock in his mouth. "Ohhhhhhhh!" gasped the older boy, once again humping his hips forward.

The workings of Mikey's mind right now were interesting. It didn't matter how much he was disgusted: he remembered the things he wanted to try and had an overwhelming desire to do better. Licking along the cock was one strategy. Now, Mikey's small, warm, sweaty hand reached out and started to gently massage Owen's balls while, in his mouth, he started to lick and suck in earnest, again running his tongue along Owen's throbbing cock. He squeezed the cock in his mouth while his lips puckered with the pull of his sucking, the mighty inhalation pulling Owen's cock ever so slightly deeper in.

That was when Mikey, still massaging Owen's balls, decided to go for it. He leaned forward and he started to swallow, pulling the cock in towards his throat. Swallow. Swallow, the motion carrying it in, and, if what he'd read online was true, down his throat. Not just a push, but a swallow. He felt himself closing on Owen's pelvis. He started to gag, but instead he swallowed again, tricking his body into letting the cock in. He pushed, and he swallowed, and although it was intensely uncomfortable, soon Owen's rock-hard dick was embedded in his throat. Deep feelings of accomplishment and disgust rocked through Mikey's confused mind.

"Holy shit," gasped Owen.

Mikey could only hold it for an instant, and soon he pulled back, coughing and gasping for breath with the cock still partially in his mouth. But he'd done it, and he knew he could do it again. Maybe not with Jason's cock, not yet, but he'd get there. Unfortunately.

As soon as he could, Mikey returned to licking and sucking. He remembered reading something about varying his speed, and so he bobbed his head slowly on that teenage cock. Slowly, gently, he moved in on it, taking it deeper and deeper, licking and sucking on it the whole time. Then he pulled back, slowly again, still licking, still sucking, the cock slowly emerging from his tight lips. Again he leaned forward, cock disappearing into him, into his mouth. "Waaaaaaaaaahhhh," Owen was moaning. Mikey leaned back, slowly going out along the cock, then in, slowing pulling it deeper in his mouth. Owen was panting now, and where Mikey was fondling his testicles he could feel the sweat of the aroused teen.

Mikey swirled his tongue around the glans, and Owen bucked his hips, cock throbbing; Mikey could taste the precum leaking out. Another swirl, and a third. Then, Mikey picked up the pace, bobbing in and out, faster, just a bit faster, then much faster, in, out, in, out, the cock sinking into and emerging obscenely from his mouth, in, out, in, out, his little tongue racing across it, swirling around the tip each time the cock was mostly out, then again diving into it, in, out, in, out on the helplessly gasping teenager.

"Oh fuck yes," said Jason, who was videotaping the whole encounter. "Yeah, Owen, you're so close!"

Mikey was focused on the cock, there was nothing but the cock. His eyes centered on it as he bobbed in and out along it. Though his knees hurt from kneeling, he ignored it. Though his cock ached from his own arousal and need to cum, he ignored it. Though his neck was sore from all its work, he ignored it. In, out, in, out, all along that wet cock, wet with Mikey's saliva and Owen's precum. He could taste it, could taste Owen's excitement, his arousal, and he knew he was doing a good job. Still his hands delicately played with Owen's balls. Still he ran his tongue along it, swirling it around, focusing on that sensitive tip.

"Oh, oh, oh!" gasped Owen. "Oh my God!"

He was about to cum, Owen was about to cum. Mikey licked and sucked, and with a final, desperate swallowing motion, he took Owen's throbbing cock all the way down his throat once again as cum started to spew out of it.

The teen's cum poured down Mikey's throat, pulse after pulse spewing more of it into the twelve-year-old who was now loaded down with the Reiley boys' semen. Mikey just held himself, held himself deep on Owen's cock as it pulsed and spewed and eventually emptied itself into his throat.

With a gasp, he finally leaned back, able to breathe again. Still, he didn't forget to lick Owen's cock clean.

"Oh," gasped Owen, when he could see straight again, "oh, Mikey."

***

For a moment the two boys stayed in that position, one standing in nothing but his boxers, the other kneeling in nothing but his, both sweaty and gasping for breath. Finally, Mikey said, "Jason, can I please cum now?"

"Hmmm," I said. "Well, come over here first."

Mikey grunted as he got himself up. I had put away the camera and went to my laptop. Mikey followed me.

"What is this?" he asked, looking at the screen.

"It's a board for pedophiles like me. Here, sit on my lap."

Mikey did, staring at the screen. Pictures and videos of boys in all kinds of situations scrolled past as Jason moved down the screen. "Ah," he said, "there you are."

It was the first video I'd made of the boy, of Mikey standing there in his boxers at night, masturbating and rubbing his nipples, moaning the whole time. Next to the video, it said "Stay tuned for more!" Under it were all kinds of lewd comments that Mikey (and Owen, behind us) read with widening eyes.

"Fuck, he's cute!" read one comment. "Show us his cock!" said another. "Have you fucked him yet?" "Show us the rest!" "MOAR!"

I reached down and started to stroke Mikey's cock again. "They like you, Mikey," I said, as the kid took in the fact that this secret part of his life was now public to so many people. He shivered on my lap, rubbing against my eager cock.

"Well," I said, "I think it's time to post your next video."

"Wh-what?" stammered Mikey. "N-no!" His body was shaking again with desire as his cock was relentlessly pulled and tugged and squeezed.

It was awkward, but I just couldn't leave this abused cocklet alone, so I jacked him off with my left hand while I used my right hand to move the mouse and upload the video from that afternoon. Finally I had to let go of Mikey's cock to type the message. "Post ur ideas here."

"Mikey," I said, "I want you to click submit on that message."

"What!" cried the horny, sweaty boy. "No!"

I reached down again to continue my incessant stroking of the boy, and Mikey shook in my grip, letting out a massive moan. The feel of his muscles twisting on my lap was amazing. "I won't let you cum until you do," I insisted.

"Oh God, c'mon, Jason... don't make me!"

"Do it, Mikey. That's the only way you cum."

"I need to cum!"

"So make the post!"

"That's crazy! I'll... they'll all see me!"

"I know," I answered. "They'll all see you moaning and jacking off and rolling on the ground, and they'll get off to your hot little body, and they'll give you lots of ideas for what to do next. Now do it." I gave a powerful tug on the boy's penis and he shuddered in my lap. "Do it and I'll let you suck me off right now. You can cum and go home."

"I don't want them to see me like that!" Mikey remembered this video. He couldn't let people see him like that... anyone... "C'mon!"

"Then you can't cum."

"But I have to," Mikey sobbed, as he genuinely started to cry. "I have to cum, you made me..."

"Then post the video!"

"But..."

"They won't know who you are."

"But they'll see me."

"Yeah," I said, "they will." I jerked Mikey again, squeezing the little boy's cock up and down, rolling it between my fingers. Mikey almost bent double with the pressure roiling his young body.

"Ohhhhh..." he cried. "Ohhhhhhh auuuuuugh..." The boy humped his hips into my hand, desperate to cum, desperate for any release, but unable to get it. Fire raced through his body. His shoulders rose and fell with each sob.

"Post it, Mikey," I said, as he tugged on the throbbing preteen dick. "Post it and you can cum."

"There's no other way?" sobbed Mikey.

"No other way," I answered.

Mikey stared at the screen as he twitched in Jason's lap. He needed to cum. He needed to! He couldn't... he needed to!

Finally, he nodded. He reached out with a shaking hand. His desire was so powerful it was hard for him to hold the mouse straight, to move it without shaking. He maneuvered it over the "Submit" button, but the first time he tried to push it, his hand slid and he just highlighted part of the page instead. With a shudder and a deep breath, he moved back to the submit button and clicked it. The post went live. Behind us, Owen, who had been standing there, gasped.

"Now let me cum!"

I got up, pushing Mikey off my lap, and lowered my own shorts and underwear. I lay back on the bed spreading my legs. "You can suck me now."

Mikey ran over so fast it was like out of a cartoon. He scampered up onto the bed and immediately dove for my erect cock. I smiled at his eagerness. He took it into his mouth and started to use every trick he knew to suck it, desperate to get it off.

I turned my head far enough to see Owen staring at us, his cock rising up a bit once again.

Mikey licked and he sucked. He traced patterns on the throbbing dick with his tongue. He massaged my balls and he bobbed slow, and fast, and in-between. Up and down he went on my sixteen-year-old cock, every ounce of energy going into getting me off.

He was an amazing creation.

I was moaning as the newly-minted cocksucking expert did his work. The boy's wet mouth covered every inch of my big teenage cock. Beautiful, warm boy-saliva spread along it with abandon.

Meanwhile, Mikey's extra hand went to his own boner, doing everything he could to make sure he'd cum the instant his programming would allow him to. He bucked and whimpered and shook as stimulation went through his own body as well.

It didn't take long for Mikey to get me to the point of no return. I felt warmth shoot through my body as my hips bucked; my cock throbbed in the boy's mouth, precum leaking liberally, and suddenly I felt a massive pulse as it burst forward. Spurt after spurt of cum shot out and Mikey quickly started swallowing, downing each burst of sticky cum, taking the ooze down into him with all the rest.

Meanwhile, the boy finally got his release, cum pouring out once again into those boxers, now layered with mineral layers of cums past. He twitched and gasped and moaned, drinking cum on one end, pouring it out on the other.

Finally we were both done. Mikey squeezed my cock in his mouth to get every last drop of cum, just as he knew he should. He sucked it down and licked it clean. And then he let it out.

I gasped, contented. "You've been learning," he told Mikey.

"Yeah," said the boy. "Can I go now?"

"Sure," I replied. "But you better get ready for some fun tomorrow once those suggestions come in!"

Mikey left. Owen went with him, his boner sticking out in front of him. Neither boy spoke as Mikey dressed and left the house, but I knew it wouldn't be a good night for Owen. The only way he could cum was with Mikey, after all.

Epilogue to Part 1

By the time Mikey finished blowing Jason, the fifth time Mikey had given a blowjob that day, eight pedophiles had already downloaded his new video. More were logging on to do so every minute.

For those pedophiles, it was magical.

As they watched the crudely-filmed scene, a boy came up on the screen. He looked about 11 or 12, and was wearing athletic clothes in a sunny park with dappled shadows from trees all over his face. "Are you recording this?" he asked. He looked scared. "Please don't," he whispered, quietly.

"You want to cum?" asked a deeper voice, a teenager. The words seemed in contrast to the sunny outdoors, but it didn't take long for every viewer to see the erection through the boy's athletic shorts.

"You know I need to," said the fidgeting boy.

"Then strip," said the voice. "And do it with a smile, or we start the whole video over again."

The boy cutely bit his lower lip and looked down at his throbbing cock. "Please," he begged. "Just let me cum." He rubbed his dick a few more times, right there on camera, smooth body shaking with pleasure.

When no response came, the boy wordlessly started to remove his shirt, exposing his smooth, firm tummy to the open air. "Don't forget to smile," came the voice. Pedophile hearts around the world melted at his pearly-white smile.

The mysterious boy revealed a beautiful, trim torso as he removed his shirt. Once he was done, he seemed to smile again and then he took off his shoes and socks. His tongue seemed to make a nervous motion on his lips, but he reached down to the elastic of his shorts and dropped them down his smooth legs with practiced ease. This wasn't his first time getting naked for... whoever this guy was. Now he wore just stained green boxers.

"What if someone sees us?" the electrifying boy asked meekly.

"They won't," answered the teen as the camera shook slightly. "You know no one comes here. Now c'mon."

The boy nodded with a forced smile, and he pushed his boxers down. He stepped forward, naked. Hungry eyes focused on his tiny, jiggling ballsack, and above it, a fully-erect preteen dick.

"Now, Mikey," said the teen, "why don't you start to touch yourself."

"C'mon," he replied. "I really need to cum. That's just gonna make it worse!" At that, the pedos watching might've frowned, confused. But still they watched. They weren't turning away from this.

"If you want to cum," said the teen, "you'll do what I say."

"Fuuuck," said the boy in his preteen voice. His boner was throbbing in a crazy way for a twelve-year-old. Then, right there on camera, right in the park, he reached down and he started to stroke his tiny cocklet.

The boy was instantly lost in pleasure, swinging back and forth. "Ohhhhhhhh," he moaned, "ohhhhhhhh, please, pleeeeeeease, I need it so bad..."

The camera zoomed in on that little hand as it stroked his little cock. This boy was experienced in masturbating. Little fingers grabbed the cock between thumb and forefinger and swung back and forth. He wrapped his hand around it and pulled, the tip stretching out between his squeezing fingers. "Mmm!" came his high-pitched moan.

"Please," he panted, "uh, uh, uh, please, uh," he gasped, rocking his hips back and forth, "please!!"

"Mmm," came the voice, seemingly unsympathetic to the gasping boy, even though most of the watching pedos desperately wanted to see the promised cum. "Now Mikey," it said, "why don't you introduce yourself to the audience?"

"What?"

"Tell them your name and how old you are, and your grade."

"Guh," he gasped. "I... My name is Mikey," he said, adorable face looking right into the camera. "I'm... twelve, and..." his body convulsed in pleasure as he stroked himself, "and... I'm in sixth grade..."

The poor kid was obviously wild with desire. He was shaking with it. Boys just didn't come like this, this kid was magical!

"Why don't you tell the camera," said the deeper voice, "tell it how much you need to cum."

"C'mon," he begged. "I really, really need to cum. Oh my God, my penis is going to burst, please, please let me cum, I need it so bad, more than anything, it hurts, it's like it's on fire!" He started to jump up and down, this naked boy jumping in front of thousands of pedophiles, skin jiggling and tiny balls waving in the air as he stroked himself even while he hopped. "So bad! So bad! So bad!"

"Mikey," said the teen, "I'll let you cum soon. But first, you need to tell the camera something else, all right?"

"Yeah," he said, inhuman desire flooding this crazy horny kid. "Whatever, whatever! Please!"

"Tell the camera that you're really excited to make videos for them. Say you want their pervy ideas for what you should do next. Ask them for suggestions and say you'll make hot videos of the best ones."

"What?"

"Do it if you want to cum! And make it good! Smile!"

"All right, all right." The boy, Mikey, managed to stop bouncing despite the manic energy within him. Still, the kid couldn't stop himself from jacking off even while he kept talking. "I'm... I'm really excited to make these videos for you! I want your pervy ideas for what I should do next." Still the kid stroked his eager little preteen cock, his sweaty body swaying with need. "I'll make videos of the best ones. So send them in!" He smiled again as he jacked himself off.

Pedos everywhere felt ideas spring to their perverted minds. Yes, there were so many things this boy might do... things he might willingly do, only for this strange teenager to let him cum...

"Good," said the teen.

"Please please please!" yelled the crazy boy. Had he been fed Viagra or something, the viewers wondered? "Please!" The boy's knees were shaking, his whole body trembling.

"Tell the camera how much you need to cum."

"I need it!" he cried out. "I need to cum so bad!" Suddenly the naked boy collapsed onto the ground and started rolling on the bare pine needles!

"Oh fuck!" said the teen.

"Ohhhhhhhh!" moaned Mikey.

"Tell them you need their help to cum!"

"I need your help to cum! Please!"

The camera started to shake. The teen must've been jacking himself off. Then he shouted "OH! YES!" and the shaking intensified even more. That finally triggered the writhing hornball on the ground, whose orgasm rocked his tiny, hairless body as spurts of cum coated his bare stomach and chest and thighs. The boy just lay there, convulsing helplessly as he finally found his desired release.

The last image was as the teen holding the camera knelt down. In his hand were the boy's old boxers, now clearly wet with the teen's cum. He used the boxers to wipe up the boy's cum off his body as the image faded to black and titles appeared on the screen.

MIKEY NEEDS TO CUM

HE NEEDS YOUR HELP

PLEASE, GIVE HIM PERVY IDEAS

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