Shawn Hunter

The Chronicles of
Thomas Connors

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TC Pets

A 12 year old boy I had purchased from his own father around four years ago on a trip to war-torn areas in Europe. The man was in a dire need for money to support his large family and decided to sell one of his sons. Unlucky for the child and probably the oblivious father, I was the nice, warm-smiled buyer who filled daddy's pocket with a hefty sum of beautiful, green papers.

Originally, Samson's first pet-name was Teddy, since he was such a sweet and docile child, always calm, never complaining, never resisting and always obeying my whims. After a couple of years of 'heavy-usage' I decided to change his name into Samson the almighty, since he was able to tolerate an incredible amount of pain and torture, as well as enduring twenty minutes sessions of lengthy, continuous and sometimes vigorous anal sex. Not many women can handle that, let alone a young boy…

Samson's appealingly slim and boyish frame had it all. At the top, his beautifully slick facial features accentuated his charms, with a pair of dreamy hazel eyes, a perfectly blonde hair and a pair of full voluptuous lips. His equally seductive body radiating with a carnal and mysterious feel, was also sculpted to finesse. The boy's neatly carved chest with delicious looking nipples, only emphasized the beauty of his totally lickable flat-stomached abdomen. Complementing this Aphrodite-Boy to perfection, the firmest, roundest and most poundable ass protruded gloriously, nearly shading the equally beautiful love-pole, dangling between the boy's deliciously soft and silky thighs. Finally, and luckily for me, the boy's petite-feet were flawlessly shaped and crowned by ten of the best looking, most inviting digits.

An 11 year old boy I had snatched from a public park when I was visiting some of my relatives in Vermont. Back then, he was nine-years old and down-right edible. I mean, if I was a cannibal, I would've probably force-fed him, roasted him and served him on a dish with red wine. That's how cute he was.

When I acquired him, he was a very slim boy, almost emaciated, thus his pet name. Yet, he had the most attractive shade of brown hair which harmoniously matched the color of his big, almond-shaped eyes. His tiny button-nose, his elegantly slim lips and a fair amount of freckles all around his face made him even more adorable.

The smallest and tiniest of the pack. I bought this boy three years ago when he was five, from an Italian mobster who in turn, had acquired the child as a repay for the debts the father owed. The mobster, was all too happy to get rid of a noisy and disturbing bundle of stress, practically threw the child at me as soon as he counted 30 Benjamin papers.

Louie's silky black hair and olive-green eyes, as well as his Mediterranean skin tone, made him one of my exotic pets. Since he was probably Italian, I decided on Louie which was both, a loveable pet name, and a typical stereotype of the Italian mafioso.

Due to the fact the boy is very young and his frame is still very tiny, I have kept him, up until now as a delicious hors-d'oeuvre, never a main dish in my bed. So far, he is still a virgin and would probably stay so for another year before becoming ripe for a fuck. Furthermore, his small mouth and jaw barely allow him to accommodate my glans, let alone any of my shaft and as a result, I found other uses to enjoy his services…

This 9 year old Spanish boy was the result of an unsuccessful deal with an architect who lived in Boston and who's order-of-business was to supply a bronze-skinned Spanish boy. Even though Lucky is also a charm, and regardless of the fact that I was willing to sell the boy very cheap, the uptight architect didn't like him and after a tough and long negotiation, he called the deal off without asking for a refund of his down payment.

In time, I grew to like this boy since he proved to be very energetic in bed, fully capable of fucking himself while straddling me in a cow-boy position. Furthermore, his determination to serve his master, somehow taught him, without me forcing it, to swallow my entire shaft even though he is still very young, meaning that his mouth and throat are still under developed. Up until now, I still wonder how he managed to learn this trick.

Furthermore, the boy's golden bronzed skin, light black hair and brown eyes had also an 'exotic' feel, not to mention the 'Spanish Effect'.

Regardless of Lucky, I have come to a conclusion that all Spanish boys have a certain feel to their skin which cannot be found anywhere else. They all seem to share a certain warmth in their bodies, as if their skin temperature is a couple of degrees higher from everyone else, which is medically impossible however, this warmth, which I have dubbed 'Spanish-effect' gives upon touch, a very special and sensual experience.

Nearing his expiry date, Winston is a 12, nearly 13 year old I picked hitch-hiking a couple of years ago while he was amateurishly puffing on a Winston cigarette, thus his pet-name. It turned out he was running away from his abusive step father and ironically, fell into my hands… "Hey kids! Never leave home!"

In truth, Winston is probably the least attractive boy in my stable. To be fair however, his wandering dark-blue eyes and his untidy blonde hair do add a fair amount of boyish charm on his otherwise, plain looking face. In retrospect, the main reason behind adding him to my pet-collection was not because of his looks, but because of the challenge he posed with his "I'm wild, I'm out of control" behavior he had when I picked him up.

Winston's thuggish character gave me and an idea well worth of being tested, therefore I opted not to instantly tame him as a regular pet. The result, was an out-of-this-world experience as I discovered that when properly mounted, this boy turned into some sort of a mechanical bull, with a formidable strength to bounce and recoil both his slim body and my much heavier, much more muscular body significantly, usually forcing me to get a good grip of his shoulders, hair, love-handles or risk falling off the bed… however, these attempts which were actually meant to avoid my impaling dick, resulted in the opposite as he, unknowingly, gave me the wildest and most vigorous boy-rides I've ever had.

Regrettably however, In time and after a great number of exciting rides, fucking him became less and less enjoying as he got used to having a dick stuffed in his ass and instead of fighting me off, eventually began to lay passively as he waited for me to finish. That was when I began his training, converted him into a pet and found a multiple of innovative ways to benefit from his strength.

Another 11 year old, Canadian boy to grace my stable. Sparky had a beautifully shining washed-blonde hair, thus his pet-name, a pair of bright-green eyes and one of the whitest skins I've ever seen. The boy's short height, agile and graceful moves as well as his smartness and maneuverability, eventually ranked him high on my list.

Nonetheless, before being added to my stable, Sparky was also the result of an unsuccessful trade. When I kidnapped him from a lake near the US/Canada border, he was to be shipped off to Turkey and sold to a wealthy business man who, aside from being a boy-flesh-addict, had a bizarre fetish of dressing his boys in belly-dancing costumes and force them into performing for him. However, just when I had the boy ready, trained and about to board a cargo ship, I received a phone call from my contact's friend informing me that Selim, the boy's buyer, had committed suicide for no apparent reasons.

Angry at an unfinished deal, I searched for another buyer for the next couple of weeks, going through a list of regular customers but to no avail. Eventually, I decided to keep the boy, and in time, realized that I was actually very lucky to have such a boy in my collection.

A 10 year old American boy which I managed to kidnap from the security of his own house, also the result of an unsuccessful trade. Bandit's original buyer, was actually a friend of the boy's new step-father. When he was visiting for the first time, he got a glimpse of the boy who was nine by then, playing with his toy cars in his underwear. The man instantly developed an unhealthy obsession and decided to have the boy.

At one time, he spilled his secret desire to a close friend of his who, coincidentally was a regular customer of mine, and through this middle link, we met and agreed that I would get him the boy, if he coughed 45,000$, an unusually high price which I charged because I noticed the level of the man's obsession and lust, concluding that he wouldn't have a problem, as long as he got the boy.

Anyways, he paid me 22,000$ as a down-payment and we agreed that I would get the rest when I delivered the boy. However, when the delivery time was due, he began to weasel his way out of the commitment, saying that he would pay the rest of the boy's price in a monthly payment of 2,000$ since he was having financial difficulties and all that shit. For more than a week, the man stalked me, begging me to deliver the boy and promising to pay the rest when he's out of the stalemate. Met with a complete refusal, he eventually began to behave like a lunatic, enraged to the level that he once foolishly threatened to expose me as the kidnapper, and when I explained that he would be my cellmate and I'm such a horny bastard, he eventually gave up and left without a trace…

To the man's credit, his level of obsession was quite understandable since Bandit is actually an unusually attractive boy. The dirty-blonde, always unkempt hair crowning the boy's head is a delicacy in itself, silky, smooth and flowing with a trademark boyish beauty. Bandit's innocently charming and angelic face, with smooth lines and an almost round shape is further enhanced by the boy's sad, ice-blue eyes which could melt a man's heart. At the center, sticking out proudly between the boy's eyes, lays the smallest, most subtle and cutely curved nose which stresses even further, the celestially alluring boy. Underneath, a pair of sensually attractive pouty lips, adorned with two cute dimples on each cheek and an equally cute chin completed the scene of boy bliss.

A worthy rival to Chris, everything in Bandit's body meets if not surpasses the highest quality standards. From a slim and appetizing neck, to a boyishly chiseled chest and tummy, from a narrow yet agile hip, to a pair of enticingly smooth thighs, strikingly curved and chewable calves, thin ankles, and a pair of feet which would send a fetishist, to cloud number 9. Finally, Bandit's pet name was inspired when I saw him stealing some food from Sparky's dog-dish, when the latter was sound asleep.

Anyways, the reason why Samson is my number-one pet and not Bandit, is because the latter still has a long way to become a good sex-toy, something I've been working to fix lately, although with Chris' arrival, things could change and the three boys would have to fight to earn the number-one badge, which would entitle them to much more privileges than the other boy-pets…