Debonair and William Rush

The Chronicles of New Atlantis

Boys Gone Bonkers

Chapter One

Turning to the receptionist's desk, he smiled. "Hey Sara, any messages for me?"

The petite woman livened up. "Just the usual death threats, Carl."

Behind her, the slogan of station popped on the plasma wall in 3-D, 'BoyTV – All boyz, all of the time!'

"Who's our guest?" Carl asked.

"Beats me." She shrugged. "His dad dropped him off. Apparently, he wants to pass an audition? I told him he needed to fill out an application form like the others… but he sat there."

"Okay. I'll take care of it." Carl winked.

He trotted to the boy with an air of self-assurance. Carl had every reason to be cocky. He had participated in the foundation of BoyTV, a station that shocked the entire world, even the countries that were part of the Union of New Atlantis.

Besides the reruns of Flipper and the music videos of boy-bands, the 24/7 channel aired every type of show catering to those who fancied young males. Carl produced the station's most daring creation, Boys Gone Bonkers, a naughty fare presented at night where he interviewed pre-teen sex addicts, hustlers and the likes. Once, he introduced the viewers to a seven-year-old southern kid with a penis measuring six inches [15 cm] flaccid. That bit generated four thousand emails of gratitude from the audience.

The second part of the show featured the infamous blue reel, a half-hour of explicit boy sex. Understandably, the weekly broadcast garnered incredible ratings, but that wasn't enough to attract skittish advertisers, and the producers had to constantly wrack their brains to come up with new ideas to fund the enterprise.

For a guy in his forties, Carl still a had of full head of wavy dark hair. His body had not begun to show signs of aging. He was six feet tall yet no one felt intimidated by his imposing presence. His charming smile seduced all. As he approached the boy in the hall, it formed again on his lips.

The little blond-haired scamp swung his sandaled feet back and forth. He proudly wore a fishnet tank top with the 'BGB' logo emblazoned across the chest. The child couldn't have been more than eight-years-old, a fine specimen of boyhood. The boy was slim with brown eyes and the cutest pink little lips. His hair was combed to the side, leaving little wisps to hang down over his forehead. There was no doubt in Carl's mind that this kid was going to go all the way, the little tent in the kid's Speedo told him that.

"Hi There! Are you a fan of Boys Gone Bonkers?" He inquired.

"Yeah," the boy answered, puffing his chest out to show off his tank top.

"Aren't you a little young to watch my show?" Carl asked.

"My dad let's me watch it," the kid piped.

"He does now," Carl asked, "What's your favorite episode?"

"The one with that kid and the black guys," the boy said, "I think they were football players."

"Yeah," Carl said, "I know the one. Would you like to meet a black guy?"

"Oh no," the boy said, "I've never done anything like THAT, my mom won't let me."

"Well that sucks," Carl said, "So what does your mommy let you do?"

"Nothing," the boy said, pouting, his big brown eyes looking quite intense.

"That's a shame," Carl said, licking his lips, "A pretty little boy like you should be able to have some fun."

"Yeah," the boy said, "but my mommy is an aboloshoness."

"You mean an abolitionist?"

"Yeah," the boy said, "she doesn't want me doing anything fun."

"That's so sad," Carl said, "but you know what, your mommy's not here right now. We could have some fun and she'd never know."

The boy looked at Carl, his brow furrowed, "I dunno, mommy would get really mad if I got caught."

"I won't tell her," Carl said, "so how will she find out?"

"Will I really be on Boys Gone Bonkers?" the little boy asked enthusiastically.

"Of course," Carl affirmed, smiling, knowing that he had he boy. "I bet you'll be one of our all-time stars!"

"You think so?" the boy asked, smiling.

"A sexy little guy like you," Carl said, "I'm sure of it. Come with me. We're gonna see what you look like naked."

Carl took the boy's hand and steered him to the audition room. On the way, he patted the shoulder of a cameraman. "Jack, I need you to film this."

The burly man took a bite off his donut and grabbed a camera.

In the audition room, the imp removed the few articles of clothing he had on and laid back on a velvet couch, his knees apart so that it seemed he flaunted his hairless genitals. Carl admired the stiff little circumcised cock. It looked to be about three inches [7½ cm] long and had a slight curve. Rather than stick straight out, the cocklet arched up slightly towards the boy's tummy, its light pink head reminding Carl why he loved little boys so much.

Through further probing, Carl learned that the boy's name was Devon and he was in New California on vacation with his family. The boy was kind of nervous, but Carl was certain that he'd be able to talk him into getting fucked eventually. The kid wanted to be a star after all! For now, he yearned to feel the sweet embrace of his delicate lips.

"Let's see what you can do." The TV producer declared, lowering his trousers and underwear at once. His long prick was already hard. He thrust it at the boy's button nose.

The kid was obviously uncertain about Carl's size. The man had a slender nine-inch [23 cm] cock, that was perfect for sodomizing little boys. It was thin enough that it got into most boys' bottoms, but thick enough that the boys' remembered the experience for the rest of their lives. The length, of course, allowed him to reach places not many others would be able to and that was a charm all its own.

"Have you ever seen one that big before?" Carl asked as the boy gripped his cock in his small fist.

"No," Devon said, "it's really big!"

"It's not that big," Carl said, "smaller boys than you have played with it."

"I know," Devon said, smiling at the camera, "I watch the show."

"Does your mommy know you watch the show?" Carl asked, trying to distance himself from the feelings the boy was stirring up inside his rod.

"Oh no," the boy whispered, "me and Daddy tape it and watch it when mommy's at work."

"You watch it with your Daddy?" Carl asked, suddenly very aroused. Something else excited him, father and son incest was still punishable by law in New California. The piece of information the boy had divulged was very valuable.

"Yeah," Devon said, "Daddy loves the show. He strokes his thing when he watches and everything."

"Do you ever help Daddy like you're helping me?" Carl pursued.

"No," Devon said urgently, "Daddy said I can't 'cause he's my Daddy."

"That's right," Carl said, even though he had a good idea that something did happen, "but you know, lots of little boys do it with their daddies, cool little boys."

"I don't do it with Daddy," Devon insisted, "that's wrong and Daddy could go to jail and I'd have to be a slave."

"Not if you did it here," Carl said, "It's legal in New California."

"It is?" Devon asked.

"Yeah," Carl said, lying through his teeth.

"Daddy wouldn't get in trouble if we did it here?" Devon asked.

"Nope," Carl lied again, "In fact I bet the other boys watching this video would love to hear about how you do it with your Daddy."

"Really?" Devon asked, as he stroked the man's rod up and down.

"Really," Carl said, grinning at the boy.

"Daddy wouldn't get in trouble?" Devon asked in a serious voice.

"Not at all," Carl said, "although your Daddy's friends might get jealous because they don't have a cute little guy like you to play with."

The little blond haired-boy giggled, his lips grazing Carl's dick just for a second, eliciting a groan from the man.

"So do you ever do this for Daddy?" Carl asked.

"Yes," the little boy said, "Daddy has me suck it while he watches the boy's get their butts filled up."

"No way," Carl said, acting like he didn't believe it. "So you know how to suck a man's cock?"

"Yeah," Devon said, "Daddy says I'm the best, even better than my brother!"

"Oh Jesus," Carl said, "how old is your brother?"

"He's twelve," Devon said, "He can't take as much as me though, watch."

Carl gasped as the little boy's mouth descended the length of his cock, taking at least six inches [15 cm] of meat inside. He instinctively grabbed a hold of the boy's head guiding him on and off his prick. Sloppy sounds could be heard as the boy worked the man's cock like a pro.

"Yeah," Carl said, "you're a little slut aren't you?"

The boy looked at Carl, his eyes watering as he gagged now and again as Carl used his mouth to work him up to a frenzy.

"You like that don't you," Carl said. "Does Daddy ever put it in your other hole?"

Carl let the boy's chin up and the little boy said, "No. Daddy says I'm still too small."

"No way," Carl said, "you're not too small."

"Daddy says I am." Devon objected with a little frown.

"Well that too bad," Carl said, shaking his head in mock sympathy, "but you know what, if you do a good job sucking my cock, maybe you can come back and we'll see what we can do to get you on BGB, ok?" Carl reassured him.

The kid grinned at the man, nodding his head furiously, then jumped on the man's pole with renewed eagerness. He lowered his mouth on the large head topping the engorged phallus and swirled his pink tongue, watching Carl's reaction with a wicked little grin. His tiny fingers gripped the base as he went down on the long piece of flesh without blinking.

Carl surveyed the bobbing head over his erection. "Oh yesss, you're doing great so far." He announced. Once more, he grasped handfuls of blond locks on the kid's head and shoved half his cock in the moist little mouth, knowing exactly how far he could go.

Devon's tiny penis was pointing up between his thighs, confirming to the man he had been right in his assessment of the boy's potential. Moans of passion escaped his lips. The cameraman zoomed forward, capturing the wet lips of the boy sliding along the long pole.

"Ohhhh, here we go." Carl said, letting the pleasure peak. Hot seed raced up his hard-on flooding the child's mouth. Devon kept on sucking at the same time siphoning the flow of ejaculate. Some of it leaked at the corner of his lips, but he slurped the oozing cream on the way down.

"That was very nice." Carl said. He turned around just in time to tackle the woman who'd burst into the audition room. "Who the hell are you?"

The receptionist followed in tow. "I'm sorry Carl, I couldn't stop her. She's the kid's mother."

"Devon! What have you done to my boy?" the woman screamed, seeing the slimy trail of seed dripping off her son's chin. "You bastard! You're going to jail for this."

"Hold on now," Carl said in a calm voice, "no one was forced to do anything and really I think you might want talk before you call in the authorities."

"I don't need to talk to anyone," the mother said, pushing Carl away from her son. "You monster! How could you do this to him!"

"He wanted to do it," Carl said, "I think he wanted to taste someone else's cum. He must have gotten bored with his father's."

"Father," the mother said, a look of disbelief on her face, "what are you talking about?"

Tears welled up in Devon's eyes. "I'm sorry mom…"

Carl escorted the upset lady and her son to his office where they discussed the situation. Her anger soon turned to shock and then fear when Carl made her watch the video they had recorded. He replayed the part where the boy admitted to having sex with his father.

The mother knew full well that Devon and his brother would be admitted into slavery. No judge would allow children who had sex with their father to go free once it had been revealed on national television. She broke into sobs feeling as if her life was over, her once beautiful family was ruined by her husband's sordid lust.

"Hey," Carl said, "I don't want to see a nice family split up. Just because I like to fuck little boys, doesn't mean I'm a monster." He grinned wickedly. "I tell you what, you give me Devon here and sign off on the stuff we taped, and it's history. We'll delete Devon's little confessional and you can go back to being a happy little family."

"What," the mother said, clenching her hands as she glared at Carl.

"Do you really want to lose both boys?" Carl asked. "It's your choice, both boys or just this one."

"I'm not giving you my child," the mother shouted.

"Then you'll lose both of them to the system," Carl said, "and your husband will go to jail. It's up to you."

"I could care less what happens to that filthy pig," the woman snapped back.

"But you do care what happens to your boys," Carl said, "don't you?"

"You can't have my son," the woman said, "what kind of mother do you think I am?"

"The kind that will sign over her son to a six year indenture, so that she can still see him on the weekends and holidays," Carl said, "rather than lose him completely as a slave."

The women looked at Carl, then dropped down on her knees beside her son stroking his hair as the producer downloaded the papers from the Internet.

The boy was now the property of BGB Productions, at least for five days a week.

Chapter Two

Carl rewinded to the previous marker of the beach scene and let it roll once again on the monitor.

The dark-haired college student flipped the Asian boy on all fours and adjusted him until his knees were anchored in the sand. He aligned his gleaming erection in front of the kid's twitching red hole and thrust forward.

"Oh yeah," he exulted as he entered the wailing tot, "Going to fill you up bitch!"

Grasping the boy's waist, the teen swayed his hips, driving his cock between the small globes at a pace that almost made his sunglasses fall off. The camera panned down to catch the child grinding his teeth while he was sodomized.

Soon after, a blonde haired twink took over. He squatted slightly behind the boy and pounded his little ass in a downward motion, allowing the camera lens to zoom in and capture his fat cock sliding into the tiny anus just above the kid's dangling balls.

"Fuck," the young man with a New York accent said, "He's so fuckin' tight he's gonna squeeze my cock off!"

As the scene continued a crowd of drunken spring breakers congregated around them, shouting encouragement as the two alternated fucking the little kid's ass. Devon tried to hide it, but the decadent display was giving him a stiffy. It didn't escape Carl. He smirked as he noticed the kids tented Speedo.

"You hungry?" Carl demanded, glancing at the boy, whose eyes were still puffy and red from crying, something Devon had been doing off and on most of the day.

"No," Devon replied, sniffling, glaring at the man who had betrayed him.

"Suit yourself," Carl said, "I'm ordering me a sandwich. If you want anything, you better ask now, or all you'll get for lunch is a load of cum."

Devon pursed his lips and shook his head.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Carl asked, "you're going to say no now? It's a bit too late for that, isn't it?"

"I'm never sucking you again," Devon declared. "You lied to me and now I can't see my Daddy anymore."

"What are you talking about," Carl said, "you'll see him in two days you dumb ass."

"No I won't," Devon said, "mommy said I couldn't. She said Daddy was a monster and I can't see him anymore because you told on him."

"Hey now," Carl said, "I didn't tell on him, you did."

"You lied to me," Devon said in a loud voice, "you told me he wouldn't get in trouble if I told you, but he did!"

"So what," Carl said, "that doesn't mean you had to tell me now, does it?"

"I hate you," Devon said, his bottom lip puffed out.

Carl looked at the boy, still dressed in his little BGB tank top and shook his head. He had no doubt the kid would suck him again, otherwise he wouldn't be allowed to see his mother and brother this weekend.

"Fine," Carl said, turning back to the scene he was editing, "you can cry all you want, but you have no one to blame but yourself and your father."

The boy said nothing, rather he stood there, looking at his feet, wondering why the world had been so cruel to him. Carl, for his part, ignored the boy, instead concentrating on his work, smiling to himself. He had no doubt the boy would come around, it might take time, but it would happen.

Devon followed Carl as he made his rounds, first to talk to the writers, then to his production staff. He wanted to make sure everything that needed to be done would be done before the three-day weekend celebrating the founding of New Atlantis. Carl had planned on spending the weekend in New Athens at the Senator's Baths, but now he was thinking of changing his plans. If the kid refused to have sex, he wasn't going to let him spend the weekend with his family and if that happened, he didn't want to leave Devon with the other staff, afraid one of them might try to force themselves upon the lad. Even though he was an indentured servant, that didn't mean they were allowed to do anything sexually with the boy if the kid didn't want to. If they did, the kid could blab to his caseworker at the slave centre and end up getting repossessed or released to his parent's custody.

Carl sometimes wished his studio was in New Athens or even Nereus, rather than Los Angeles. New California was still behind the times when it came to the rights of slaves. He was hoping, since the boy was indentured to a business that catered to the sex industry, that he might get an order signed recognizing sex as part of the boy's duties, but those were hard to come by. Until that time, Carl had to make sure that the boy was kept safe and sound, away from the grubby hands of the staff, especially the assistant, Ricky. That guy was always horny as a rabbit.

It was late before Carl left for his home in Malibu. The boy sat beside him in the car, still pouting. Devon was stubborn if nothing else. The man licked his lips as he looked at the kid, there was no doubt the boy would be a tight fuck. The thought of his dick sliding up his backside got him stiff as a board.

"You sure you're not going to suck me?" Carl asked the boy.

The boy didn't even bother looking at Carl, he just stared out the window and nodded his head.

"You know if you don't suck me you're not going home for the weekend," Carl warned him, "your mom won't be happy to hear that. She's looking forward to seeing you."

"I'm not going to suck you," Devon said, "I don't want to see her anyways, she's the reason I can't see Daddy."

"No she's not," Carl said, "the reason you can't see your Daddy is because you sucked his cock when you weren't supposed to."

"I don't care," Devon said, "I don't want to see her. I hate her."

"Don't say that about your mom," Carl said, "she loves you."

"No she doesn't," Devon said, "if she did she wouldn't have given me to you."

"She had no choice," Carl said, "if she didn't you would've been sent to a slave centre and sold, then you wouldn't have been able to see her at all. You really don't get it, do you kid?"

"I don't want to go home," Devon said, tears stinging his eyes as he stared at the mean man.

Carl didn't press on, he realized the boy was still too upset to realize what was happening to him.

Chapter Three

The wealthy TV producer had bought Todd two years ago and since then had grown fond of him. The boy was well behaved, although when he first purchased him, he had been a bit defiant, much like Devon. It didn't take long to rid Todd of his rebellious streak, a few strokes of the cane was all it took. Todd still hated the cane. Carl watched Devon as he studied the obedient older boy.

"Devon," Carl said, "this is Todd. Todd's my first slave, which means he will be in charge of your chores at home."

"This isn't my home," Devon countered, crossing his arms across his chest.

Carl shook his head and looked at Todd, then said, "Todd tell Devon what happens when a slave boy, indentured or not, talks back to his owner."

"Four lashes with the cane Master," Todd stated.

"Todd," Carl said, "do you think Devon deserves four lashes?"

"Yes Master," Todd said, then after a brief pause asked, "Master may I speak."

"Of course Todd," Carl said, smiling at the well-behaved boy, admiring the example he was setting.

"If it pleases Master," Todd said, "I can show slave Devon what's expected of him, so that he might not have to suffer, unless Master wants him to suffer?"

"You are such a good boy," Carl said, ruffling the boy's hair, eliciting a smile from the naked little slave. "You'll be wise to listen to him Devon, or it won't be easy for you. Starting tomorrow I'll be expecting you to behave as any other indentured boy would, there will be no exceptions."

Devon looked at the man, his eyes wide now, cautious with fear.

"Take him away Todd," Carl said, "you boys get something to eat first, then you can talk to him. You can have the next few hours to explain things Todd."

"Thank you Master," Todd said in a happy voice, dropping to his knees to kiss Carl's ankles.

Todd was such a good boy that Carl didn't make him kiss his feet as other slaves were made to. Carl pulled the boy up and gave the boy's little dick a quick tug.

"No playing with this now," Carl said, "you're just talking to him, got it?"

"Yes Master," Todd said. "I would never do that."

"Sure you wouldn't," Carl said, believing the boy took liberties with his little rod when he thought the man wasn't watching, even though Todd didn't.

Todd grabbed Devon's hand and led the boy through the large house to the kitchen. Devon was awed by the sheer size of Carl's home. Carl was the most successful producer at BoyTV and he could afford to live with a bit of luxury. He could've afforded another slave boy or two as well, but Devon was very happy with Todd and until the arrival of Devon, he hadn't even considered having another boy.

"You are very lucky to be Master Carl's slave," Todd said in an enthusiastic voice. "Master must really like you, he hasn't had another slave since I've been here."

"I don't care," Carl said, "I hate him."

Todd scowled at the little blond-haired boy, then slapped Devon hard across the face, causing the boy to cry out in shock.

"You'll never say that again," Todd said, "never! Master is kind and caring. He loves us and… and…"

Todd looked at the boy, his face livid, unable to even speak. Devon cringed before the older boy, not understanding why this boy would hit him, believing that because the boy was a slave that he would obviously hate the man too.

"I'm sorry," Devon said, sobbing.

"If you were to tell Master that," Todd said, "he would do much worse than slap you."

"I already told him," Devon said in his defence, "and he never hit me."

"That's because Master is kind," Todd said, "he knows you don't want to be a slave."

"He tricked me," Devon said, for the first time truly understanding what was happening to him. "I wouldn't be a slave if he didn't lie to me."

"Master does what he knows is right," Todd said, "it's not our place to doubt him."

"He lied though," Devon said, "he said it was okay to suck my Daddy in California."

Todd laughed suddenly, then caught himself and looked at the boy, "And you believed him?"

Devon looked away, realizing how stupid he was. Todd placed his hand on the boy's shoulder and guided him to the kitchen table. Devon sat down and started to sob again, lost in his misery.

Todd watched the boy, sitting there in his Speedo and tank top. He knew that his Master was able to make boys do things that they normally wouldn't. He knew that Master promised them they'd be stars and famous. He knew that his Master wasn't nice all the time, but he also knew his Master wasn't malicious or sadistic, rather he was greedy. The only boy Master ever spent time with outside of work was Todd. He took him to eat and bought him clothes and toys. Last Christmas he took Todd home with him to spend time with his family.

Master Carl's mother and father treated Todd like he was their grandchild, they bought him gifts and worried about his schoolwork. Before Todd became a slave he had a father and mother and he loved them, but they were poor and already had too many children to support. One day his father took him to the boardwalk by the beach. He bought him a hot dog and let the boy play as many arcade games as he wanted, then on the way home he dropped him off at the slave centre. The slave broker there wrote a check out and handed it to his father. He told Todd's father he'd receive more money when Todd was sold. Todd remembered his father leaving, carrying Todd's clothes with him. The only thing that Todd could keep was his teddy bear, Mr. Puffy. Todd still had Mr. Puffy. It was packed in a box in his closet, he had not taken the bear out in over a year.

When Carl had first brought him home, he had slept with Mr. Puffy every night. Carl would watch the boy, feeling guilty, but Carl knew that if he hadn't bought the boy someone else would and he knew if he gave the child back, his parents would just sell him again. Todd didn't know that then. Todd was angry at the world. He broke things on purpose and Carl punished him with the cane. Todd hated the cane. He would beg him not to hit him and the first few times Carl didn't, but he soon realized that the only thing that kept the boy in check was the few lashes he received across his bare bottom.

It took a long time for Todd to understand that his Master loved him. Master took him to the doctors when he was sick, not a slave nurse. He refused to have the boy circumcised, even though most Masters did, because they said it was more hygienic. Master Carl would sit with the boy and watch TV. At first Master didn't even have sex with him, he just spent time with the boy, slowly whittling away the bitterness in the boy's heart.

Todd remembered when he realized he loved his Master, it was one night when he was having a nightmare. In the dream Carl took the boy out to eat. He let the boy order anything he wanted. Todd had such fun at the restaurant, he didn't want to leave. On the way home Carl stopped in front of the slave centre that Todd's father had dropped him off at a year before. Todd begged Carl not to sell him, he clung to him, but Carl said he didn't want the boy anymore. When Carl pushed him towards the slave broker he screamed and woke up, when he did Carl was sitting on his bed, holding the boy, stroking his back as the boy lay there sobbing.

"I'll never sell you Todd," Carl said, "you're my first slave and I love you, don't you know that?"

Todd's attitude changed after that. In fact in the year and half since that day, he could count the number of times Carl had punished him and Carl never punished him for no reason, each time Todd deserved it and afterwards Carl told the boy why he was punished and made sure he understood.

Now after spending two years with Master, Todd used the term Master as one of endearment. He loved to have sex with his Master, seeing the pleasure it gave the man. In his mind he was paying the man back for all of his kindness. He didn't complain when Master wanted to fuck him, even if Master was a bit rough sometimes, because he knew Master loved him and letting him have his bottom was one of the few ways he could thank the man.

Todd's thoughts drifted to a ritual that he and his Master both enjoyed. On most nights Todd drew a warm bath when Master came home from a hard day's work. He cleansed himself and jumped in the big tub to wash the man with a sponge and mild soap. With gentle manipulations, Todd massaged Carl's back concentrating on the stress knots.

In the same manner, his little hands fondled Carl's large hairy testicles and his hardening manhood. Todd made sure this was a relaxing experience for his Master. He knelt between his thighs and retracted the foreskin off the head of the man's long penis with his lips. Then, he suckled the sensitive glans like a baby. At times, he lowered his mouth absorbing the slender tower of flesh all the way to the back of his throat, eliciting praises from his Master.

"Hmmmm. You're so good at this, " Carl said, "suck it more like that."

If the erection remained hard a long while, Todd understood his Master would want his bottom. He leapt out of the tub and dried up with a towel, then went to his Master's bedroom. There, he opened the bottle of Slip and Squeal, applying the lube to his bum hole on his own. The sensation of his finger poking inside aroused him and he couldn't wait to have Carl's prick in there.

He climbed on the waterbed and raised his short legs in the air until they fell back to the sides of his head. A cushion under his kidneys and he was set for a good ride. All that was left was the waiting. He stayed that way, bent in two, spreading his cheeks, waiting. Sometimes, it took five minutes for Carl to come by, sometimes twenty. There were times that Todd thought he had not guessed his Master's wish correctly.

But he needn't worry, every time, the man entered the bedroom and smiled, seeing him in that position, his butt split open exposing his glistening puckered anus. The athletic man always sank into him gently. Todd hissed from the initial pain of the adult cock as it stretched his hole, invading his bowels, but it abated quickly.

As the man began fucking him, Todd cooed. Nothing was more exhilarating than being possessed by his Master that way. His toes curled up from the intense tingles. The hot meat slid into his bum hole at a comforting repetitive pace. Carl's moans were sweet sounds of love to his ears. Todd pulled the little mounds of his ass so far apart that his fingernails were white. He wanted so much to show his Master how he liked having that big steely nine-inch [23 cm] cock thrust into his tight little asshole.

After a while the copulation intensified. Todd wailed, feeling the man's rigid penis stab deeper and deeper into his rectum. "Please, come inside me," he said, "I wanna feel it inside me."

Carl smiled hearing the delicious words of his slave. He couldn't deny the boy that simple pleasure. A few more frantic lunges and his dick pulsed. Todd's eyes twinkled. Carl groaned, frozen, his cock vomiting a deluge of semen in the furnace of the boy's guts. Afterwards the boy would lay still as he felt the man soften inside him, listening to the man breathing as he came down from his esctacy.

Todd wished he could tell Devon about the joys of slavery, but he knew the boy wouldn't listen. Devon hated Todd, he hated Master, and he hated his mommy and Daddy. Devon hated the world. Todd hoped Master would be as kind to the boy as he had been to him, but he had a suspicion the boy was going to endure more than he had.

Todd watched the boy as he sat at the table, slurping soup from his spoon, a dejected look on his face. He said nothing to the boy, rather he just sat there, with more patience than any eleven-year-old should have. He sighed, watching the boy shift and make a mess, splattering his food on the table. The boy didn't realize that this was ground for punishment. Master would give him two lashes for not behaving at the table. He would make him bend over the stool in the living room and count them off, each time saying, 'Thank you Master'.

Todd counted up the strokes the boy would earn in his head and then left the table to speak to his Master.

Chapter Four

"Master, may I interrupt?" the boy asked.

"What is it Todd," Carl said, glancing at the boy as he stood there. He could see that Todd was nervous, he was rubbing his thumb and his fingers together, something he always did when he thought he might be in trouble.

"Master," Todd said, "I would like to spank slave Devon."

"What are you talking about Todd," Carl said, wondering for a second if he'd turned the boy into a sadist.

"Master," the boy said, "I don't hit as hard as you and I fear that if you give him all the strokes he deserves, he might not be able to sit for a long while."

"You do, do you," Carl said.

"Yes Master," Todd said, looking at the man. "If I hit him, it will still hurt him, but maybe just enough that he knows he's being bad."

"Is that the only reason you want to punish him," Carl asked, believing that jealousy might be at play.

"Well Master," Todd said, "I think he might not hate you if I punish him. I don't want him to hate you Master."

"Todd," Carl said, "do you know what I think?"

"What Master," Todd said in a nervous voice, worried he might have crossed the line.

"I think you are a good boy with a heart of gold," Carl said, "and I think if you hit Devon you would never forgive yourself, so the answer is no."

"Then Master," Todd said, "I want him to watch you punish me."

"What," Carl said, "why would you want that?"

"So he can see how much it hurts," Todd said, "then maybe he won't want to be punished and he'll behave."

"Absolutely not," Carl said. "I will not hit you for no reason Todd."

"But Master," Todd said, "it's not for no reason, it's so he can see how much it hurts."

"No Todd," Carl said, "I won't do that to you."

"But Master," Todd said, "I want you to. I know how sad he is, he doesn't know that you'll be kind to him or love him, he thinks you want to hurt him and you'll have to hurt him Master, because he's not going to be a good boy, I can tell. He's going to misbehave and it'll be even worse for him. Please Master?"

"So what do you propose," Carl asked, "that you take his beating for him? You really think that'll make him behave?"

"I don't know Master," Todd said, "it might not, but if it keeps him from having to be punished as much as I was, I'll do it."

"Todd, Todd, Todd," Carl said, "I might have to punish you for arguing with me at this rate."

"I don't mean to be bad Master," Todd said, "but if you must punish me for arguing, can he watch?"

"Todd," Carl said, realizing he had put the wrong thoughts in the boy's mind, "I don't want you to be bad on purpose."

"Then punish me Master," Todd said, "I've counted the strokes he should've gotten since he came home, you can give them to me and he'll see how bad it is and he'll be good tomorrow. I know he will."

"Todd," Carl said, "if I punish you, I won't be easy on you. You'll get the full strokes and they'll be as hard as ever."

"I know Master," Todd said.

"Are you sure you want to do this," Carl said, "Once you're over the stool there'll be no going back."

"Yes Master," Todd said. "I'm sure."

"Then keep count of his strokes 'til ten o' clock then bring him to the living room," Carl said, "I'll spank you then."

"Yes Master," Todd said, turning to leave.

"Todd," Carl said.

"Yes Master," Todd said.

"You know I love you, don't you," Carl asked.

"Yes Master," Todd said, smiling, "I love you too."

"Alright," Carl said, "how many strokes is he up to so far?"

"Six Master," Todd said, not at all happy with the number.

"God," Carl said, "are you sure you want to do this?"

"Yes Master," Todd said, then almost in a whisper asked, "but Master could you use the small cane?"

"Well see," Carl said, then with a wave of his hand, he dismissed the boy.

Todd ran back to the kitchen and found Devon looking in the refrigerator without permission, he shook his head, eight strokes now. Todd went over to the fridge and closed the door on the boy.

"Stop that," Todd said, "You're not allowed in there without asking."

"What do you mean," Devon said, "I'm hungry."

"That doesn't mean you can just go in the fridge without asking," Todd said. "Master would punish you for that."

"No he wouldn't," Devon said, not believing the boy. His mom had let him get in the fridge anytime he wanted.

"Yes he would," Todd said, "you're supposed to ask for a snack."

"He hits you for going in the fridge," Devon said, a small shudder running through his body.

"Yes," Todd said, "Master doesn't believe little boys should run his house."

"But I'm still hungry," Devon said in a whining voice.

"Then go ask Master for something else to eat," Todd said.

"You do it," Devon said, remembering he had turned down Carl's offer for food, "he won't let me if I ask."

"No," Todd said, "if you don't want to ask him, then you must not be that hungry."

Devon groaned and tugged on his little tank top, pulling it away from his body.

"You're not a free boy anymore," Todd said, "you're Master's boy."

"No," Devon said, "I'm Boys Gone Bonkers boy. I'm indentured to them."

"Master owns Boys Gone Bonkers," Todd said, "so you're his boy."

"No he doesn't," Devon said, "BoyTV does. A property of BoyTV. It says so in the credits."

"Don't argue," Todd said, "he owns you now, whether you like it or not."

"I don't believe you," Devon said, "I'm going to ask him."

"Go ahead," Todd said, "he'll just tell you what I told you and then probably spank you."

"No he wouldn't," Devon said.

"For interrupting him for something stupid like that he would," Todd said.

"Is he really that mean," Devon asked.

"He's not mean," Todd said, "you just don't behave."

"I'm a good boy," Devon said, "mommy says so all the time."

"Your mommy lied to you," Todd said, shaking his head.

Todd showed Devon around the rest of the house, making sure he knew which rooms he could go inside and which ones he couldn't. Devon watched the boy walking around naked. His little uncircumcised cock jiggling as he walked. Devon had this urge to touch the boy's penis, but he didn't.

"You'll be naked soon too," Devon said, looking at the boy.

Devon didn't say anything, even though a little part of him liked the idea. For the rest of the afternoon he just watched the boy, he noticed that the boy's ass cheeks dimpled when he walked, and that when the boy bent over you could see his tiny hole, only it wasn't pink, it was a dark brown and it sort of winked at him. Devon didn't know that the boy's bottom was like that because of all the times Carl had fucked the boy, he just thought it was different from his, like the boy's penis.

A little before ten, Todd took the boy to the living room and the two sat waiting for Carl to arrive. Both boys were nervous, but for different reasons. Todd was beginning to doubt whether or not he'd made the right choice. He looked at the small boy beside him and thought of his little brother Keith, he was about the same age as Devon, only he had dark hair like Todd did. It was that memory that rekindled his resolve. He would do this for Keith, why shouldn't he do it for Devon?

"Did you boys have fun," Carl asked as he entered the living room.

"Yes Master," Todd said.

Devon didn't say anything. Todd shuddered, that was another two strokes, he was already up to ten, he'd never had that many at one time before.

"I asked you a question," Carl said, looking at Devon.

"No," Devon said, "I didn't. I want to go home."

"Well you can't go home," Carl said, "so there's no use complaining."

Devon frowned and crossed his arms, pouting as he watched the man walk over and stand in front of them. The man unbuckled his pants and looked at the boys as he pulled them down with his underwear. Devon watched as the rod he'd stroked earlier popped into view.

"Devon," Carl said, standing up, exposing his semi-hard cock to the boy, "you've been very bad from what I hear."

Devon glared at Todd, cursing the little tattletale under his breath.

"Don't be mad at Todd," Carl said, "he didn't do anything wrong, you did."

"But I didn't know I wasn't supposed to get in the fridge without asking," Devon said pleading with the man, "please don't spank me."

"You got in the fridge," Carl asked.

Devon looked at the man, his eyes getting wide as he realized he'd tattle on himself.

"Yes," Devon said, "but I won't do it again."

"Good," Carl said, "but you still should be punished for it, don't you think."

"Please," Devon said, "I won't do it again, please don't punish me."

"That's not what I asked," Carl said, "if you do something wrong, do you deserve to be punished for it?"

Devon waited, not wanting to answer the man, then said in a soft voice, "yes."

"That's what I wanted to know," Carl said, sitting down next to Devon. "I think it's time for you to go get the cane."

"But I promise I won't do it anymore," Devon said, "I'll be good."

"Every little boy I know promises to be good when they're going to be punished," Carl said, "but the problem is little boys have a short memory. If there's no punishment for your behaviour, then you'll just do it again."

"I promise I won't," Carl pleaded with the man.

"Go get a cane from the wrack in the study," Carl said, pointing to his office, "and bring it back here. If you're quick, maybe you'll shave a stroke off your punishment." Devon sobbed, but did what he asked. Carl watched the boy run to his study and then come back carrying the smallest of the canes with him. He smiled, very happy with the boy's obedience so far.

"Boys aren't punished with clothes on," Carl said, as he took the cane from Devon. "You need to be naked."

Devon sobbed softly as he removed his little tank top, then he hesitated to take off his Speedo, suddenly intimidated by Carl, but mostly by the fact he would be nude like Todd. He certainly didn't want to make it seem like they were the same, having not yet accepted his status as a slave.

"Quick now," Carl said, tapping the boy's leg with the cane, "it's not like I haven't seen you naked before."

Devon pulled his Speedo down and stepped out of it, suddenly feeling very vulnerable, he instinctively covered his crotch with his hands. Carl looked at him and shook his head, then struck the boy's arm with the cane, just hard enough that it stung. Devon yelped and stepped back from the man.

"Take your hands away," Carl said, "you never cover yourself in front of me."

Devon pulled his hands away exposing his circumcised cocklet. It was shrivelled and only the head seemed to poke out of his crutch, the rest obviously retreating out of fear. Carl smiled, then remembered why he had brought them to the living room. He looked at the boys and stood up, then walked over to the bench and stared at the boys, watching them shift nervously.

"Todd," Carl said, "how many strokes did Devon earn today?"

Todd whimpered, not wanting to give the real number, but he couldn't lie to his Master.

"Twelve Master," he said, "including the ones for arguing with you."

"Twelve," Carl said, "that's an awful lot."

"Yes Master," Todd said as he began to whimper.

Devon looked at the boy and shuddered, not realizing the boy was whimpering out of sympathy for himself and not Devon.

"Then twelve it is," Carl said, "Todd come and get in position."

Devon sat there in shock, he had actually taken a step towards the stool, believing that it was him that was going to be punished, when he saw the boy stand up, a wave of relief ran through his body.

"Yes Master," Todd said as he bent over the stool so he was laying on his stomach, his bottom sticking out from the end.

"Grab the legs," Carl said to the boy, then waited until the boy had a firm grip.

"What happens if you let go," Carl asked the whimpering child.

"You start over Master," Todd said.

"And what do you need to do after every stroke," Carl asked.

"Count them out," Todd said, "and thank you."

"Yes," Carl said, "but Devon will count them this time, since these are his strokes you're taking."

"Mine," Devon said in a shocked little voice.

"Yes," Carl said, "Todd didn't think you would be able to take them, so he asked to take your place."

Devon looked at the boy leaning over the bench and he felt a lump in his throat.

"Are you going to thank him," Carl asked.

Devon didn't say anything for a second, then he felt Carl prod him with the tip of the cane and he said in a soft whisper, "thank you Todd."

"Are you ready," Carl asked Todd.

"Yes Master," Todd said, "I'm ready."

Carl looked at the boy and hesitated, not wanting to hit the boy. He thought it was a ludicrous idea, but he couldn't deny the small bit inside of him that was excited at the thought of caning the boy in front of the other.

"Remember to count," Carl said looking at Devon, "and thank me for each of the strokes, they're for your benefit."

"I will," Devon said frowning as he stood there his hand toying with his penis nervously.

"Don't touch your penis," Carl said, "or he'll get four more."

"I'm sorry," Devon said, pulling his hand away.

Carl raised the cane up high in the air, looking at the point where he intended to hit the boy. With no further ado, he struck hard and fast, the cane landing across the top of the boy's bottom. Todd cried out as his body went rigid, he threw his head back as his eyes watered. Carl looked at Devon, who seemed to be in shock from the brutality of the strike.

"Well," Carl said.

"One," Devon said, "thank you."

"Master," Todd said quickly, reminding the new slave how he should address Carl.

"Master," Devon said in a soft voice.

"Good," Carl said, "You won't be reminded again. If you don't want your punishment to start over, then make sure you say it right next time."

"Yes Master," Devon said a look of horror on his face as he saw the red weal rise up across Todd's tanned bottom.

Carl waited for Todd to regain his composure, then positioned himself for the second stroke, this time aiming a bit below where he just hit, not wanting to draw blood, or cause the poor lad any more pain than he had to. When the cane hit, Todd screamed, his body lurching forward in an unconscious attempt to crawl away from the pain, but the boy never let go of the legs of the stool.

"Two Master," Devon said, whimpering, "thank you."

Carl didn't say anything. The most he had ever struck Todd before was six times. Six was enough to cause paramount suffering in the lad, and he never saw the reason to give more, this was going to be excruciating for the boy and he once again doubted the use of this lesson.

"Todd," Carl said, "You need only ask and Devon can take your place."

"No Master," Todd sobbed, "please don't hit him."

Carl shook his head and raised the cane again, looking at the two red stripes that crossed across the upper part of the boy's bottom, where there wasn't as much fat and muscle to soften the blow. He had caned the boy enough times to know where it bothered the boy the most and he was trying to ensure he hit those places first rather than last, as he normally did.

He brought the cane down with a viscous stroke to the bottom of the boy's ass, right above his thighs, causing the boy to gasp and quiver, for a second no sound escaped him then a loud wail forced its way from the boy's throat, tears ran down the boy's cheeks and he clenched his teeth, trying to gather the strength to remain in position. Carl had hit the tenderest part of the boy and it nearly caused him to lose his grip

. "Three Master," Devon said in a sad little voice, "thank you."

"One more and we'll take a break," Carl said, shaking a bit, the sounds of the boy's sobbing disturbed him.

He did not wait for the boy to settle down this time, wanting to get the fourth one over with, he merely raised the cane up once more and landed a quick and merciless stroke an inch above where the last one did. The shriek the boy let out was almost painful to hear and he could not stand to see the boy shudder from the intensity of the pain, he closed his eyes and listened.

"Four Master," Devon said, now openly sobbing, "thank you Master."

"You can get up now," Carl said, looking at the dark haired boy still holding on to the legs of the stool, his knuckles whitened from the firm grip.

Todd whimpered and lifted himself off the stool, in the early days, when he was first caned, this would've been the time that he glared at his Master with anger, but now he wasn't angry, instead had this curious look, staring at his Master's stiff and engorged member. The boy wondered if his Master enjoyed what he was doing.

Carl stroked the boy's hair and wiped a tear from his cheek, suddenly regretting what he was doing. The boy was such a good boy. He tried his hardest to do what made Carl happy and this was not making Carl happy, even if it did, for some strange reason, arouse the man.

"I'm sorry my little goblin," Carl said, kneeling in front of the boy, "I know how much this hurts you."

"It's alright Master," Todd said, "it must be done."

But, Carl thought, it didn't need to be done. Why was he doing this to the boy. He still had seven strokes to go and Carl doubted the boy would be able to hold onto the stool before this ended and he could not bear the thought of starting over.

"Devon," Carl said, "at any time, you can take your place on the stool and end Todd's suffering, you need only ask."

"I don't want you to hit me," Devon said, a frightened look on his face.

"Do you think Todd does," Carl asked.

"No Master," Devon said, "but it'll hurt so much Master, please don't make me."

"I won't make you," Carl said, "but it's your fault Todd is crying. Don't you feel bad that Todd is being punished for what you did wrong."

"I didn't mean to do anything wrong," Devon said, "please don't hit him anymore. I promise I'll be good. I'll suck you Master. I promise I will."

Carl sighed, looking at the boy, shaking his head. The boy was willing to give him pleasure to free the boy, but not willing to take the boy's pain. Devon could tell the man wasn't happy with his decision.

"That's not good enough," Carl said in calm voice as he stared intensely at the blond haired child, "if you let me fuck you, I'll let him off with just one more stroke."

"No Master," Todd said in a panicked voice. Todd knew full well that the man's cock would hurt much more than any stroke from the cane the boy might receive.

"Quiet," Carl said, "This isn't your decision to make Todd, it's Devon's."

Devon looked at the man and then Todd, who was staring at him shaking his head no. Devon wanted to say yes, but when he looked at the nine-inch [23 cm] prick that was just a few feet in front of his face, he couldn't believe for a second that it would fit inside of him without ripping him in half.

"No Master," Devon finally said, his head bowed. "I won't let you fuck me."

"Not even to keep poor Todd from suffering anymore," Carl asked in a gentle voice.

Devon looked at the man, his bottom lip trembling, then he looked at Todd, his eyes drawn to the red stripes that lined the boy's bottom, he could see that they were already starting to bruise.

"No Master," Carl said, "it won't fit in me. I know it won't."

"It'll fit," Carl said, "I've fucked smaller boy's than you with it. You just don't want to get hurt, you'd rather other people got hurt because of you, like your father."

"That's not true," Devon said, "you tricked me, that's why father got in trouble."

"I tricked you into sucking his cock," Carl said, pointing the cane at the boy. "I don't think so, you're just a naughty boy that doesn't care if he hurts other people."

"No," Devon cried, sobbing.

"Please Master," Todd said, "Devon's not naughty, and he loves his father."

"Shut up Todd," Carl said, bringing the cane down hard across the boy's chest, causing Todd to cry out and roll onto his side to protect himself.

"See what you made me do," Carl said, approaching Devon, grabbing him by the arms. "He wouldn't have those stripes if you weren't naughty. He wouldn't be crying now if you had just been a good boy and thought of someone else besides yourself."

"I am a good boy," Devon sobbed. "Really I am."

"I don't believe you," Carl said. "A good boy wouldn't let their friend get beaten in their place. A good boy doesn't suck their Daddy's cock. A good boy would accept his punishment, rather than push it off on someone else."

"Please Master," Devon sobbed, "I am a good boy."

"Prove it," Carl said, pulling the boy close as he kneeled down in front of him. "Take his place."

Devon looked at the man, tears streaming down his cheeks. Carl thought he had him, that the boy would crack. He couldn't hide his disdain when Devon shook his head.

"Get up Todd," Carl said, pushing Devon away from him. "He isn't worth it."

"Please Master," Todd said, "please don't hit him."

"I'm not going to hit him or you," Carl said, as he glared at Devon. "but tomorrow we start again. A new count. Every time you do something wrong, you'll be punished for it. I'm not going to let a good boy take your place again. Do you understand?"

Devon sobbed and nodded his head, looking over at Todd, who was also crying.

"Take him to your bedroom," Carl said, "he can have whatever bunk you decide Todd. I don't want to see his face again until tomorrow morning."

"Yes Master," Todd said, scrambling to his feet, pulling the boy by the arm. "You are too kind Master. Thank you Master."

"Get him out of here," Carl shouted, throwing the cane on the ground.

Chapter Five

Carl ushered Devon's father into his lush office at BoyTV. They took a seat facing each other across the oak desk. The television producer fidgeted slightly, unsure as to how his guest would react to the conniving ruse he had utilized to acquire Devon, but the boy's father remained polite, "Thank you for this appointment. You must have a busy schedule. I appreciate it. I really needed to speak to you."

"Go ahead, Henry." Carl said, "I'm all ears."

"Well," the man commenced and immediately began sobbing, "my wife left me and took my boy Joshua. She's threatened to tell about, well you know, if I ever tried to see my boy. You can't imagine…"

Carl threw a serious glance at the defeated fellow. "You're responsible for what happened, Henry. Didn't you know incest was illegal in New California?"

"Yes, I knew that," Henry said, "but I didn't think you would use that against me. I love Devon and I didn't want to lose him."

"If you loved him so much, why did you bring him to the station?" Carl asked.

"I thought he could be a star like the other boys on BGB," Henry said, "Devon loves the show and he loves sex. I never forced him to do anything with me. He always consented and that's allowed in other parts of the union!"

"You aren't in New Atlantis," Carl said, "you're in California, you should've known better."

"I didn't think anyone would find out," Henry said, "Devon and Joshua, they really love sex. I never make them do anything, they beg me to have sex with them. Joshua found out about sex from some man down the street, I tried not to do anything with him, but he just kept making these advances, before I knew it I was, well… I was doing things with him. When Devon caught us, he felt left out, what was I supposed to do? I just wanted what was best for my boys."

"I can understand how hard that might be," Carl said, trying not to sound sarcastic. "I'm sure you had your son's best interest at heart."

"I wanted some money too," Henry admitted, "I thought I could make some big bucks and please Devon at the same time. He'd get a chance to be on the show he loved the most."

Carl leaned back in his executive chair, pondering how he could arrange something that could benefit the both of them. During his reflection, he examined the father unable to fathom how he could have made such a pretty son. Henry wasn't the picture of beauty. He had thinning hair, a big cauliflower nose and bags under his eyes from all the crying. But the general impression he radiated was that of decent working class dad who surely never intended to create havoc.

"Tell you what," Carl said, "If you do something for me, I'll let you see Devon."

"You would?" Henry livened up.

"Yes," Carl reiterated, "Do you really want Devon to be a star?"

"Yes."

"Then you're going to call him at my home and convince him that he has to do everything I tell him," Carl said, "that shouldn't be too hard?"

"No, of course I will," the man said in an excited voice.

Carl picked up the phone and dialed his personal number. Todd answered.

"Todd, can you put Devon on the phone," Carl requested, "he needs to speak with his dad."

A very excited Devon resounded on the other end of the line, "Daddy?"

"Devon my boy, how are you," Henry asked his eyes watering.

"I'm a slave Daddy, please come get me, I want to come home," Devon said.

"I can't get you right now buddy," Henry said, "but maybe, if you if you do one thing for me, I might be able to see you again."

"What do I need to do Daddy?" Devon asked.

"All you have to do is listen to what Carl says, and do it," Henry said. "if you do he's gonna put you on Boys Gone Bonkers and maybe he'll let me see you again."

"Really?"

"Yes, son."

"Okay!"

After the call, Carl shook hands with Henry. "Stay tuned to the show, I'm sure you're gonna like it."

As soon as the man left, Carl had a limo pick up Devon at his house. In the meantime, he set up a small studio with a crew to film the glorious event.

Chapter Six

"You heard your dad," Carl said. "he wants you to listen to me and be a good boy. Are you gonna do what I say?"

Devon nodded, suckling his index finger.

"We're going to make you a star on 'BGB'," Carl said, undressing casually as he pursued the conversation, "isn't that what you wanted?"

"Yes." Devon peeped, stepping out of his Speedo.

"For that, you need to take my dick up your bottom." Carl divulged candidly.

"I don't know," Devon said, sounding anxious. "You're really long."

"Well you don't have to put all of it inside," Carl said, using the line that had worked for him time and time again, "why don't we just try and get the tip in."

The boy looked at him, squinting, and said, "just the tip?"

"Just the tip," Carl said, smiling at the boy as he stroked his arm.

The boy looked at the man stroking his cock and replied, "if it's only the tip, I guess that would be okay."

"Good boy," Carl said, "I know you'll love it."

Carl laid the boy down on the mattress. Then he pulled out a bottle of Slip and Squeal, the lubricant that sponsored the show, and showed it to the camera.

Slip and Squeal was famous among pederasts and boy lovers because it claimed to give just enough slip to allow you to fuck a boy, but enough friction that the boy still squealed. The amount of money Carl got from the company ensured that he at least acted like he used the stuff, in fact he didn't, he replaced the lubricant with a more traditional brand, because his cock was just too large, he needed as much slip as he could get.

Devon looked at the man as he applied the lube to his little pink hole, his eyes were wide and it was obvious the boy was frightened.

"Don't worry buddy," Carl said in a friendly tone, "I'm just getting you loose, but you've watched the show, you know what I'm doing don't you?"

The boy nodded, the said, "you'll just put the tip in?"

"Of course," Carl said, not bothering to mention that the law allowed him to fuck the boy 'til he ejaculated once he got inside, unless there was reason to believe it would cause undue damage, undue meaning more than what could be expected.

Carl flipped the boy on his tummy and slipped a finger inside him, causing the boy to grunt as he grew accustomed to the intrusion. He slowly pressed in 'til he had up to the second knuckle inside, then pulled out and squirted more lube on the boy's hole. The boy squirmed as the man pressed the finger inside of him again, groaning a bit as his tight little bottom started to loosen up. Carl could tell the boy liked the finger inside of him now.

"Does that feel good?" Carl asked the boy.

"Yeah," Devon said with a dreamy look, "I like that."

Carl pulled his finger out and then added another, entering the boy with his index and pointer fingers, the boy grimaced as he accepted the additional digit, but didn't tell the man to stop. Carl felt the boy's anal muscles flutter as they tried to grow accustomed to the increased girth. Carl being experienced in such things, didn't force the matter, but instead removed his two fingers and added more lube, then tried again. After much prodding the man finally was able to push his fingers almost all the way in. The boy, for his part, just grunted, allowing the man to have his way with his bottom.

"Almost ready Devon," the man said, smiling as the small child squirmed, gasping as the man's fingers prodded his tight hole. "You're going to love this buddy."

Carl knew the boy most certainly wouldn't love being fucked, at least not at first, but he did know the boy would allow him inside, and once that happened, there was no way in Hades he was going to stop fucking the boy. He knew that this was going to be a great scene, one that would definitely draw in a ton of viewers for its Saturday night slot. The boy was cute as a button, a little bit slutty, and very nervous, the things men seemed to find the most arousing.

As Carl lubed his cock up, a thick dribble of pre-cum oozed from the tip, landing on top of the boy's winking little hole. He hoped the second camera that the assistant was handling caught it. He wasn't going to stop and ask, instead he lowered the tip to the boy's hole and got ready to enter.

"You ready buddy," the man asked.

"Go slow," the boy said.

That wasn't good enough, if he entered on a 'go slow' it would mean he would have to stop if the boy said so, so Carl asked the boy, "do you want me to fuck you now?"

The boy hesitated for a second, then looking over his shoulder, he said, "You can fuck me now."

That was good enough for Carl, he pulled the boy's ass cheeks apart with his thumbs and pressed forward, hissing as he felt the boy's anus struggle to resist this much larger invader. The boy's head drew back and his mouth hung open for a second, the breath knocked out of him, then it came. As the crown of the man's dick finally popped inside of his tight little hole, the boy howled.

"Ow! Ow! Ow," Devon screamed, squirming so much Carl had to hold him still.

"It's just the tip," Carl said, gripping the boy firmly by the hips.

"Take it out," the boy sobbed, "it's too big! It's too big!"

"No," Carl said, looking at the camera, "you said I could fuck you and I'm going to fuck you… good."

"No," the boy sobbed, realizing the man had tricked him again.

Carl thrust forward, eliciting another cry from the boy as an inch more of the man's cock slipped inside, stretching the walls of the boy's bottom. Carl tried to take it easy on the boy, he knew there was a thin line between discomfort and sadism, viewers didn't mind watching a boy grunt and groan, but hearing them shriek and beg for mercy was a different thing altogether.

"Please," the boy cried, "it's too big."

"It'll only hurt for a moment baby," the man said in a husky voice. "God you're tight."

The boy sobbed as the man's cock pushed further inside of him, causing his insides to spasm with pain. When the man was pressing inside of him, it was excruciating, but when he finally pushed the tip inside, it felt worse than any spanking he'd ever gotten in his young life. He thought for certain that the man was ripping his bottom in two.

Carl looked down at the way his cock grotesquely skewered the boy's bowels, stretched his hole almost to the point of tearing. The ring was white and clung to his dick like a vise, even with the lubricant, it was pulled in every time he pushed forward. The boy sobbed, lost in the throbbing fullness that seemed to overwhelm his body. Carl felt the boy's piss running along his knees.

"Jesus," Carl said, "he's pissing."

The boy made no apologies, instead he just sobbed, feeling the length of the man inside him push against his bladder, causing him to lose control of his bodily functions.

"This might be getting too rough," the director said in a soft voice to the cameraman.

"I'd say let it play out," the cameraman said, "you never know."

"True," the director said, watching as Carl pushed another inch inside of the boy. "I hope he doesn't try to put it all in, that might be too much."

"You know Carl," the cameraman said, "all or nothing."

"I know," the director said, feeling sorry for the sobbing child. "I don't think he's going to be a fan of the show after this."

The cameraman didn't laugh, he knew it wasn't a joke, instead he kneeled down and got a great shot of the man hovering over the boy, driving his cock into the boy's ass, even as the boy's face was bright red, tears still streaming down his cheeks.

"Finish up soon," the director said, "don't torture the kid."

Carl ignored the man, after all he was the producer of the show, he knew what the viewers wanted and they didn't want a five-minute scene, they wanted a twenty-minute scene of the boy getting it from every possible position. With that thought in mind he pulled out of the boy and dragged him to a clean corner of the mattress, then turned him over on his back and pressed the boy's knees till they rested on each side of the boy's head. The boy looked up at the man, shaking his head, even as the man pushed forward, entering the boy in this new, even more uncomfortable position.

The boy cried out again, soft sobs escaping his lips as Carl's cock pressed forward, stretching the boy's hole once more. Carl groaned, feeling the boy's tight ass muscles clench around his cock. He knew the boy was still in pain, but he could tell the boy was finally adjusting, it would hurt, but it would be bearable.

Carl noticed the boy's circumcised little cock was hard as a rock, obviously the result of the constant prodding the boy's prostate was receiving. Carl loved it when that happened, nothing turned a viewer on more than when he saw a boy getting fucked with a stiffy.

Carl reached down and stroked the boy's cock as he fucked him. The boy groaned, a mixture of pain and pleasure, as he felt the familiar sensations rising up from his little prick. This only brought Carl closer to cumming and he knew he still had a few inches left to go, unless he wanted to tear the boy, it was going to take more time.

Carl stopped fucking the boy and held himself still inside of the youth, looking down at the small body rolled up into a ball beneath him. He stroked the boy's cock, even as he pushed his dick slightly upward inside of the boy, so he could press against the boy's prostate. The boy whimpered, that familiar sound boy's make when they're not certain whether they want it to continue or to stop.

"You like that," Carl said in a husky voice, "oh yeah, you're a sexy little slut."

The director walked over to the assistant and pulled him around so he could grab some shots from behind of Carl. The sight of the man's thick cock pushing in and out of the boy's slim bottom, the man's balls pulled tight against his body, filled the camera's lens. The assistant, Ricky, caught the final inch of Carl's cock sliding into the boy's ass, causing the boy to cry out once more. Ricky couldn't help but feel sorry for the boy, but he was certain that he'd be fucking the boy next, if he got a chance.

It wasn't uncommon for them to let Ricky have sloppy seconds, especially if it was a cute boy. Ricky wasn't as big as Carl, but he was still a respectable seven and a half inches [9 cm] long, and he was usually able to last awhile with even the tighter boys, besides no one ever complained about seeing two men fuck a cute little boy instead of one. Sometimes Ricky thought it was his ability to perform that prevented him from getting a promotion.

Jack, the cameraman, wasn't into boys ironically. He didn't have anything against men who did, but it just wasn't his thing. He was good at his job and it was most likely the fact that he didn't get stiff while he was watching the boy's get fucked that allowed him to get such great shots. Unlike Ricky, Jack wasn't thinking about how tight the boy's little hole must feel, rather he was getting a wide angle shot of Devon's face as Carl continued to hammer away at the boy's bottom. A second later the boy's mouth opened wide and the sounds of the boy cumming, rose up as a shrill little whimper, Jack, knowing what was happening, panned back 'til the camera caught, not only the passion filled look on the boy face, but Devon's quivering, throbbing little prick as well, too make the shot even sweeter, the sight of Carl's cock, sliding in and out of the boy's tight hole filled up the background.

"Oh yeah," Carl said, warning his cameraman that he was almost there, "oh here it comes buddy. You want a shower little buddy? Oh yeah, you want a shower."

Carl pulled out and jerked his cock as it convulsed in his hand, shooting rope after rope of cum over the boy's piss soaked little stiffy. The boy, still in the throes of his orgasm, stroked his little stiffy as the thick strands of cum coated his little hand and crotch.

"Yeah," Carl said, "fuck yeah."

"Uhh," little Devon grunted, as the man thrust his cock back inside the boy's hole, to deliver the last of his seed directly to the boy's bowels.

Ricky did get a go at the boy, the child, too tired to argue, didn't even complain as the younger man crawled on top of him and started to fuck. Ricky's dick, even though it was smaller, did a better job of massaging the boy's little prostate and the kid came twice as the man fucked him. In the end, Ricky shot his seed right into the open mouth of the boy, feeding him the thick viscous liquid.

Chapter Seven

Instead he said, "Man this is the best scene we've ever made Devon."

"Really?" the little boy asked as he stared at himself being fucked by the man's long cock.

"Oh yeah," Carl said, turning to look at the boy, "you're such a great little actor. Sexy, smart, and most importantly, good at fucking."

"I'm good at fucking?" Devon asked, not understanding how just laying back while men shoved their dicks inside of his bottom could be considered a talent.

"Oh yes," Carl said, "most little boys would just lay there without making a sound, but you, you really get into it. Do you know how many men are going cream their pants wishing it was them inside your little bottom?"

"A lot," Devon asked, not realizing it was a rhetorical question.

"Oh yeah," Carl said, smiling at the boy, "millions. I'm going to have to keep you under lock and key so no one can try and steal you from me."

"Did I really do a good job?" Devon asked.

"You did a wonderful job buddy," Carl said, patting the boy on the back.

"Does that mean I'm not going to be punished today," Devon asked.

"I tell you what," Devon said, "if you let me fuck you tonight, I won't spank you."

"It hurts really bad though," Devon said, his face screwed up, remember the misery of having Carl inside him.

"I know buddy," Carl said, "but we're going to have to get you loosened up if you're going to be a star."

"I'm going to be a star?" Devon asked.

"Oh yeah," Carl said, "and guess what?"

"What?" Devon asked.

"I've arranged for you spend the weekend in New Athens with your father," Carl said. "I bet he'll be really excited to know that you can fuck him now."

"Daddy," Devon said in a happy little voice, "I get to see him?"

"This weekend," Carl said. "I'm going to take you and Todd to New Athens so you can see your Daddy."

"Thank you Master," Devon said as he placed his hand on Carl's arm.

Carl laughed and stroked the boy's back, then asked, "so it's a deal, you fuck me tonight and no strokes from the cane AND you get to go to see your Daddy this weekend."

"Yeah," Devon said in an excited voice, then realizing what he'd have to endure asked in a soft voice, "but can you go slow this time, so it doesn't hurt so much?"

"I promise I'll make it as painless as possible," Carl said, not sure whether or not he would be able to live up to that promise, the image of him thrusting his cock into the boy's bottom playing in his head.

Carl was exhausted after the seven hour flight to New Athens. As soon as the boys entered the hotel suite they undressed, it was a standing rule with Carl, no slave in his employ wore clothes around him unless they were in public, and even then they were often scantily clad. Carl sat on the couch watching Todd unpack his bags, placing his clothes neatly in the drawers and closet. Devon stood beside Carl as the man caressed his thigh.

The boy was still sore from his encounters with the man, but the boy didn't complain, he knew in a few hours he would be with his father and to him it was worth it. Devon loved his father dearly, in fact he worshiped the man. Devon's father doted on his sons, buying them whatever they wanted, if he could afford it. His wife had always recommended restraint and discipline for the boys, but Henry always found it hard to deny his boys anything.

"Are you looking forward to seeing your dad?" Carl asked, even though he knew the answer.

"Yes Master," Devon said smiling, "is he really going to be staying with us?"

"I said he was," Carl said running his hands over the boy's bare bottom. "Is there any reason I would lie to you?"

Devon shook his head, barely able to contain his excitement. Carl almost laughed, but he didn't. He had made special arrangements for the boy and his father. These arrangements were intended to make Carl a great deal of money, in his own way he was excited too. When he heard the knock on the door he could hardly wait to meet Devon's father again. Todd went and opened the door, when Henry walked Devon's face lit up and he clasped his hands together.

Henry stood there, looking at his son, standing beside the man naked, and the flames of jealousy burned in his chest, but he didn't say anything, instead he held his arms out and said, "Aren't you going to give your old man a hug?"

Devon looked at Carl and Carl nodded, patting the boy on his bottom as he ran across the room and wrapped his arms around his father.

"Daddy I missed you," Devon said, looking up at his father.

"I missed you too," Henry said, picking the boy up in his arms.

"I'm glad you could make it," Carl said to the man.

"I wouldn't miss it for the world," Henry said, setting his boy back down.

"Have a seat," Carl said, patting the couch.

Henry walked over and sat next to the man, his attention momentarily drawn to the dark-haired boy standing beside Carl with an obvious erection.

"This is Todd," Carl said, "Todd this is Mr. Stone."

"Hello Mr. Stone," Todd said, respectfully, bowing his head.

"Hello Todd," Henry said. "you're a cute little bugger aren't you?"

Todd didn't reply, instead he looked at his Master, blushing.

"You're embarrassing him," Carl said, pulling the boy down so he sat on his lap.

Devon kneeled on the floor at his father's feet, looking up at the man, smiling as the man caressed his golden locks, not even bothering to listen to the conversation of the two men, instead basking in the attention his father's hand was giving him.

"Devon was naughty," Henry said, "that's hard to believe. Were you naughty Devon?"

"Yes Daddy," Devon said, "I'm trying to be good though."

"That he is," Carl said, "Todd could you get me and Mr. Stone a drink, what would you like?"

"Gin and tonic," Henry said, "if you have it."

"I'll have the same Todd," Carl said as he watched Todd walk over to the bar. "I'm glad you made it here, there's a storm brewing, they say it might close down the city for the weekend."

"If it means I get to spend more time with Devon," Henry said, "then that's okay by me."

"I'm sure it is," Carl said, "but that's one of the things I wanted to talk to you about."

Todd walked back to the men and handed them their drinks, then obediently stood beside his Master waiting to see if he needed anything else.

"Todd," Carl said, "take Devon to our room? You can grab your video games if you want."

"Thank you Master," Todd said, holding his hand out to Devon, who was reluctant to leave.

"Go on Devon," Henry said, "do what your Master told you. Don't be naughty."

Devon frowned, but stood up and followed Todd out of the room. Once the door closed behind the boy, Carl looked at the father and smiled.

"We filmed him," Carl said.

"For the show," Henry said, "Did he do well?"

"He's going to be a star," Carl said, "that's what I wanted to talk to you about."

"I don't understand," Henry said, "my wife signed him over to you, what do you need to talk to me about?"

"I want to give Devon to you," Carl said.

"You what," Henry said.

"The scene is good," Carl said, "but it will have more power if the boy in the scene is free and not a slave."

"But he's already a slave," Henry said.

"I never filed the papers," Carl said, "I have until next Friday to do that."

"So what are you saying," Henry said.

"I'm going to give the boy to you," Carl said, "sign him over, but with that in mind you have to do one thing."

"What's that," Henry asked, not quite believing what he was hearing.

"You have to sign a six year contract with BGB," Carl said, "exclusive rights to the boy."

"What do you mean," Henry said, "he's already under contract… "

"I don't think you understand," Carl said, "he's under an indenture, for all intents and purposes he's a slave. We need him to be free. Free boys sell videos, the whole boy next door thing."

"My wife will never go for it," Henry said, "she'll try to get custody the moment you give him to me."

"Leave her to me," Carl said.

"That doesn't change anything," Henry said, "I still won't be able to keep my hands off him. If anyone find out, we'll just lose him again, I love him, but, you don't know how sexy that boy is."

"Yes I do," Carl said, "that's why he's going to be a star and that's why you'll be keeping him in New Atlantis."

"What," Henry asked. "Our home is in Irving."

"No," Carl said, "I'm going to cut you a check and with the money I give you, you'll find a place to stay here."

"But I have a job," Henry said, "I can't just leave and move here."

"Your job is managing your son's career," Carl said. "He'll make more money in the next six years than you'll ever be able to make in a lifetime."

"You'll just give him to me," Henry asked, still not believing what was going on.

"Yes," Carl said, "and you'll live here with him and fuck him to your hearts content. There's no prohibition on pederastic incest in New Athens, even if it is frowned upon."

In fact incest was one of the few things frowned upon in New Athens, but it was allowed, at least if it was between a father and son or a mother and daughter.

"You don't know my wife," Henry said, "she'll do everything in her power to fight it."

"Well I know people," Carl said, "and in the end, she'll live with it if it means she can still see her son. Mother's will sacrifice a great deal for their children."

"I don't know," Henry said, looking at the man.

"I could keep him," Carl said, "and he'd make me money, not as much as he would as a free actor, but he'd still make me money. If you don't want him, just say so and I'll be happy to have him. He's a good kid and a great fuck."

"Don't talk about him that way," Henry said, "he's just wants to please people."

"Maybe," Carl said, "but you decide right now, what have you got to lose?"

Henry looked at Carl, knowing that the man was right, anyone could watch a pretty slave boy getting fucked, but watching a pretty free boy was a completely different matter. In the end Carl would make millions off the little tyke as a free boy, something he couldn't dream of if he was a slave.

"And his time as a slave?" Henry asked.

"Well," Carl said, "he'll get over it. We just need to make sure he never mentions it to anyone."

The End