Yaro Minnaar

Boys
Road to the Abyss

PART TWO

Characters: Ethan (12yo), Leonard, Ethan's brother (19yo), Norman, the suited man (42yo), Nathan, the blond man (30yo), Lucas, the red haired (27yo), Barry, the wrestler like chub (21yo), Herbie, the Shaggy (26yo)

Leonard woke up when the clock under his nightstand lamp read 10:00 am. He had been so very tired the night before after having had wild sex wit his boyfriend, that he went straight to bed without checking on his brother and he felt a bit guilty.

But he felt happy as well, sex with his boyfriend was wild and amazing. The only thing Leonard regretted was the fact that they had to hide from people. It was Leonard's fault, he was still not ready to come out and his boyfriend had not insisted.

He stood up from the bed and went to the bathroom to take his morning piss.

When he was done, he walked out of his bedroom and knocked on Ethan's.

"Wake up sleepyhead!" he said, "it's 10 am already!"

When there was no answer, he knocked once more time.

"Ethan?" he said, "Are you sleeping buddy?"

When there was no reply, Leonard opened the door only to realize the bed was made and there was no sign of Ethan.

"Ethan?" he said coming out of the room and walking downstairs, "Ethan?"

As he walked through the stairs the bell rang twice. Leonard ran the rest of the stairs down and opened the front door of the house. There was nobody at the door and he walked a couple of steps, only to trip with a package. It was one of those yellow folder sized envelopes. Written by hand it only read Leonard Campbell.

Leonard picked up the envelope and walked inside the house. Curious as he was, the nineteen year older tore the envelope as soon as he'd closed the door. There was a videotape inside whose label only read Ethan. Puzzled by the tape on his hands, he ran back up to his bedroom, turned on his TV and inserted the superbeta on the VCR.

The tape began with his brother, Ethan, tied up in an X position over a weird looking contraption which reminded Leonard of a surgeon's bed. Little Ethan had been blindfolded and had been placed a weird sort of ball gag in his mouth.

"What the…?"

Someone walked into the frame, a naked man with a hood over his head. He was tall and muscular and Leonard could make out a beard, goatee or french fork under the man's hood.

"Well, what do we have here?" the man said, "Little Ethan is already awake!"

"So I see!" another naked man said walking inside the frame. This one was a bit chubby and slightly built, as if the guy wrestled.

"Well, then, let's make our guest comfortable," the first man said.

Leonard fell on the bed in shock as both men ripped his little brother's shirt and started caressing his chest. Each of the men started rubbing their nipples in circles. Ethan was moaning through his gag as his nipples were played with.

A third man came into the frame. This one was white, his body wall all covered in freckles, so Leonard figured he was a red haired. As his partners played with Ethan's nipples, the red haired pulled down the boy's soccer shorts to reveal the boy was not wearing any underwear.

Leonard got even more shocked at noticing that his little brother's cock was hard as hell and he kept moaning through his gag.

"What… how…?"

The freckled man went down and started sucking on his little brother's cock. Even when restrained, Leonard could clearly distinguish how Ethan was still moaning and grinding his hips as if he wanted to hump the man's mouth. The men on the sides went down to lick at Ethan's nipples as the other one was still busy sucking on his young cock.

"Well, well," a fourth man said joining in, "looks like young Ethan is seriously enjoying his treatment as our guest!"

The new man was slightly muscular and his chest was covered by lots of golden hairs.

"I know," the wrestler like chub said, "Maybe even more than last week when we attacked him on the subway… oops! Did I just say that?"

"I think Ethan's seriously having fun now, but I think that lovely boypussy seems a bit unattended," the hairy blonde said and knelt facing Ethan's boyhole.

The camera started moving around, and it was then that Leonard realized there was a fifth man in the room. What the fuck was going on? It was outrageous! But, even when he was shocked, angry, worried, he could not bring himself to stop the video.

The camera moved towards the man knelt before Ethan's asshole and zoomed in. The video was now showing an extreme close up of Ethan's ass and cock being eaten by both adults. The one rimming his brother moved slightly aside so the camera could catch Ethan's rosebud twitching as he kept moving his hips and moaning through a gag.

"Are you horny enough now?" the freckled man said removing Ethan's cock from his mouth looking directly into the camera.

Leonard realized the man was talking to him and became instantly aware of the fact that he was squeezing his own cock.

"I thought so!" the man said as if he could see Leonard squeezing his cock.

Leonard felt absolutely embarrassed with himself as he noticed he'd been squeezing his rock hard cock seeing his little brother being helplessly abused by those four men as a fifth one videotaped the whole victimization of little Ethan. He looked down and noticed a huge precum stain on his blue briefs.

This is so wrong! he thought. But even if it was wrong, he was precumming seeing Ethan being molested. He turned back to the TV to see a close up of his little brother's cock as the cockhead was squeezed and an obscene amount of transparent precum rolled down the boy's cockhead. Ethan moaned again.

The man rimming Ethan's ass stood from his position and walked around so he could kneel facing Ethan's face.

"Do you want us to make you cum, Ethan?" the blonde man asked.

Gagged as he was, all Ethan could do was moan and nod.

Oh, my God, Ethan! Leonard thought.

But his shock was not preventing him from rubbing his own cock through his briefs.

"There's a little problem, Ethan," the blonde man spoke again removing Ethan's gag, "so far we have made you feel so good, twice in the subway, and right now. You do understand nothing in live comes without a price…"

"What…?" Ethan asked between gasps now that the red haired had intensified his sucking to bring Ethan closer to orgasm.

"If you want us to make you cum… well, you'll have to make us cum too…"

Leonard witnessed how the blonde man stood up and placed his 18½ cm [7½"] cock to Ethan's face. Leonard saw how his brother automatically closed his mouth and the man rubbed his oozing cock against his little brother's lips.

"Open up, Ethan," the blonde man said, "Don't make me force you to do it… and I can certainly do it."

"It is only fair!" the chub said stopping the nipple licking for the time being, "Norman has sucked you to orgasm twice!"

"Yes, I have!" the one with the french fork said releasing the boy's left nipple to reply.

What? Leonard thought, Ethan's been blown til cumming?

Leonard could not deny it anymore, the video was making him hornier than his boyfriend had ever made him. Yes, it was a horrible thing to get horny seeing his brother abused, but the more Ethan resisted and closed his lips tight, the harder Leonard was getting. He didn't really noticed when he'd done it, but his 18 cm [7"] cock was already outside his briefs and he was rubbing his sensitive red helmet shaped cockhead as he witnessed his brother's ordeal.

"Well, then… Guys," the blonde man said, "could you help me make Ethan open that gorgeous mouth of his?"

The man didn't have to ask twice, in unison, the chub and the one with the french fork bit his brother's nipples and the red haired bit on his young balls. Ethan screamed and the blonde man pushed his oozing cock in his little brother's mouth.

"See?" the blonde said, "It was so very easy!"

The man started pushing his 18½ cm [7¼"] thick veiny uncut rod in and outside Ethan's mouth as he pulled the boy's head getting him accustomed to a bobbing of the head. The chub left his position and knelt so he could start eating Ethan's asshole. The red haired got busy having his little brother's two nipples for his own pleasure.

Leonard stood up from the bed and removed his briefs. He sat again and, as he rubbed his oozing cockhead, he used his other hand to play with his balls. He loved playing with his balls as he wanked.

On the screen, a new close up shower how the chub lubed a finger and pushed it inside Ethan's no longer virgin asshole. Poor Ethan moaned but could not complain as he was stuffed in the mouth with the blonde's huge cock, which seemed to sink deeper within his mouth with each new thrust.

Leonard intensified the rubbing of his cockhead as the chub inserted a second finger up his little brother's ass.

The camera man zoomed in on Ethan's mouth as the blonde man's cock pistoned in his mouth. The camera moved up and the blonde man looked at the camera.

"Are you close to cumming now?" he asked looking at the camera.

Leonard knew the man was talking to him, but he couldn't stop now, this was by far the most intense jack off session he'd ever had.

The chub, the red haired and the frenck forked, Norman, is that what the other one called him? stood up and started taking turns slapping their cocks at Ethan's mouth. The blonde man removed his thick 18½ cm [7¼"] cock so the red haired could push his in.

The red haired man's cock was really thin but possibly a good 20 cm [8"] in length and slightly curved down. He pushed his cock inside Ethan's mouth and went in with a lot more ease. The red haired, however, was not as slow as the blonde, and he pushed all the way to the hilt. Ethan's face clearly contorted and Leonard imagine it was his brother's gag reflex.

The red haired removed his cock and the chub pushed his.

Now, that is a fat cock! Leonard found himself thinking as the man pushed inside his brother's mouth.

The chub's cock was certainly not very long, possible your standard 16 cm [6"], but Leonard had never seen a cock that thick in girth.

Last, but not least, was the french forked guy, whose cock was 20 cm [8"] as thin as the red haired's and as veiny as the blonde's.

They kept Ethan sucking on all of their cocks but his young cock was now completely unattended.

Leonard was frantically wanking his cock and squeezing at his balls. His precum was now a non-stop transparent flow running from his pee slit to the hand with which he was jerking off.

Then, something happened. The camera went back to an angle were all the action could be taped, and the camera man finally revealed himself to Leonard, waving at the camera and winking at it. This man was not wearing any mask to conceal his identity.

Leonard went as pale as a ghost. No one in the world looked more like a muscular version of Scooby doo's shaggy than Herbie, his boyfriend. How was this possible? His boyfriend?

Herbie walked away from the camera, and then turned. He took his own cock in his right hand, squeezed it and then released it, so Leonard could see the cock in all of its splendor. Herbie lubed his cock and, as Ethan's mouth was stuffed, he pushed his cockhead inside. Little Ethan opened his eyes wide in shock and grunted, but at the moment he had Norman's cock up to the hilt so he couldn't complain at all.

"Oh, man!" Norman said, "this mouth is a piece of work! I think I'm just about to shoot!"

That was just a bit too much! Leonard was wanking maniacally as Herbie finally pushed all his 20 cm [8"] of cock inside his little brother's ass. Leonard knew Ethan would soon start moaning in pleasure being fucked by that cock Leoanard knew all so well. Because Herbie's cock was slightly curved upwards, it always rubbed against his prostate bringing him usually to amazing anal orgasms.

Right in that minute, Leonard wished it was his ass being pounded by Herbie and squeezed and tugged at his balls, the way Herbie did when he fucked him.

"It's coming baby, it's coming!" Norman announced and pulled his cock out of Ethan's mouth save for the cockhead.

Ethan's face was one of surprise and then of shock as Norman's spunk was shot inside his mouth. Little Ethan tried to back away, but the chub pushed the boy's head against Norman's cock, so he did not let any amount of man milk leak out.

"Man, I'm gonna cum too!" the red haired announced.

Norman removed his cock from Ethan's mouth and the red haired pushed his cock in just in time for his first rope of cum to be shot inside his little brother's mouth. Ethan swallowed so he wouldn't choke with the man's cum.

Norman was not fucking Ethan's ass at his own rhythm and the chub had pushed his cock to cum in the boy's mouth.

"Brace for impact!" the red haired joked, "Barry's a heavy cummer!"

The man was not lying as Leonard could vouch, the Chub stayed inside little Ethan's mouth longer than the others had and kept thrusting in and out. When Barry was done cumming, the blonde man pushed his cock inside the boy's mouth and announced.

"I'm so worked up, I'm gonna cum just now!"

"Fuck, this is some tight boypussy," Herbie said, "I'm gonna cum too!"

The image just turned into one hot scene as the blonde's cock erupted in Ethan's mouth and Herbie's in his ass. What made the scene even hotter was that, as both men came inside both his holes, Ethan's young pecker started squirting its transparent cum. It was more than Leonard could take and he too started cumming in synch with his little brother.

Leonard's cock would simply not stop shooting, and he felt the most delicious and intense orgasm he'd experienced in his brief sexual life. He had started having sex just six month before, when he'd met Herbie, but he'd never come close to feeling the way he did right now.

Is it possible that I'm such a freak that I'm perving on my brother being abused? Leonard thought, I'm sorry, little brother!'

Now that he'd orgasm, Leonard started feeling the guilt, but he could not deny the fact that the videotape was the hottest porn he could've ever seen. It was so bad he had gotten so horny and yet, as the orgy was coming to an end, his cock had started swelling again.

He was about to remove the tape from the VCR, when the phone rang.

"Hello?" he said picking up the extension on his nightstand.

"Hi, Leonard," a deep baritone voice said on the other side of the line, "How did you like the tape we've sent you as a gift?"

"You motherfucking…" Leonard started.

"Let's stop the drama," the man said interrupting Leonard, "I know you liked what you saw…"

"You're wrong! I…"

"If I were wrong," the man said, "Your abs and torso would not be covered in your own cum…"

"What?" Leonard asked turning around to the only two windows on his room.

"That's right, Leonard," the man said, "I saw you wank through and through. Tell me, what kind of a sick pervert gets his rock off on the videotaped rape of his younger brother?"

"… "

"You'd better not call the cops, Leonard," the man said, "it would be a shame if they saw your tape wanking to your little brother's ordeal."

Leonard fell on the bed in shock.

"What… what do you want me to do?" Leonard asked.

"Expect to hear from us very soon," the man said.

Leonard nodded.

"Herbie sends his regards," the man said, laughed and hung up.

Leonard sighed. He could obviosuly not go to the police if, as the man had said on the phone, he had been videotaped. Besides, he was not sure he wanted to go to the police. A very dark place inside him was eager to watch that video one more time. Or maybe more.

***

Ethan was sound asleep when someone kicked him on the side and he opened his eyes. He was naked and chained to a pipe from his collar. He'd been gagged and chained the night before rigth after he'd been abused by his captors.

"Morning, Ethan," Herbie said, "Time for your morning milk!"

Ethan moved his head sideways in a negative, but Herbie didn't care.

"No what, bitch?" he asked, "You have no saying in any of this. I am your owner and I know better. Every good bitch needs his share of protein to remain healthy!"

Norman approached Herbie, his cock already out and oozing precum.

Ethan started complaining through the gag, and tears welled up on his eyes. He was starting to think these men were never gonna let him go and that scared the shit our of him. He only hope Leonard would be looking for him and that he would find him.

The sooner, the better.

Hurry up, Leonard! he thought as all of his captors approached, their cocks ready to be serviced by his inexperience mouth.

Ethan couldn't blame anyone but himself, he had let his cock make decisions for him. And he was now going to pay for his mistake.

Next Ethan chapter

Characters: Corey (12yo), Bob, Corey's father (34 yo ), Daryl (30yo)

Daryl smiled as he and Corey waved Bob goodbye through the window. Corey was truly excited that he wasn't going to spend one more Sunday at his dad's job, and Daryl was so happy he was going to have a full Sunday to have Corey.

First thing was making Corey have a couple of sexual enhancing pills which Daryl had done right after he heard they'd be alone, spicing Corey's orange juice. He now found himself thinking on how to approach the situation. Corey, fortunately, had not changed and was only wearing lose boxers and a t-shirt and that certainly simplified things.

"Daryl?" Corey asked.

"Yes, Corey?"

"Are we gonna watch the movie or what?"

"Oh, we are!" Daryl said, "Race you to the TV room!"

Daryl ran after Corey paying close attention to the boy's physique. He couldn't believe how lucky it had been that Bob had been called out and that he would more likely take all day long. They both arrived in the TV room, which was on the basement and Corey sat on the rather comfortable love seat.

"So," Daryl said, "What are we watching?"

"How about sci-fi?" Corey said, "I have lots of Sci-fi."

"You're on! Pick one and I'm going to the kitchen to get some sodas and popcorn."

Daryl went back to the kitchen to pick the sodas and the popcorn. He took a slight detour to go into the storage room and pick a couple of ropes and a brand new dust cloth. Coming inside the basement, he left the ropes and dust cloth behind the love seat and sat next to Corey.

Ten minutes later, he and Corey were watching the movie. Daryl had sat very close to Corey and he felt the heat radiating from the teenager. He couldn't wait to make his move, but he was also waiting for the pills to kick in.

Twenty minutes into the movie, Daryl threw his arm over Corey's shoulder and the boy didn't seem to feel bothered by it.

Corey kept eating popcorn when he noticed Daryl was now caressing his right leg. He found it a bit awkward, but didn't say anything. Daryl was so nice to him and there was nothing wrong with a bit of physical contact, now, was there?

Noticing Corey didn't voice any disagreement Daryl decided to take one step further and moved his hand over Corey's inner thigh getting dangerously close to his crotch.

"Daryl?" Corey said, "I think you shouldn't…"

"Don't get nervous, Corey," Daryl said moving his hand all the way to Corey's balls through the loose boxers.

"Hey!" Corey said now, "Why… why are you touching my balls? St… stop!"

For an answer, Daryl started playing with Corey's balls and tightened his grip over the boy's neck.

"Stop, Daryl, Stop!"

"Enjoy it, Corey, it's gonna be good!"

"No, no, no! It's sick! Stop!" Corey said.

Daryl moved his hand a bit more and grabbed Corey's cock which was now stiffening against the boy's will, thanks to the pills Daryl had slipped in the boy's orange juice.

"See? You like it!" Daryl said.

"No, I don't!" Corey replied shouting already.

"But your dick is hard! That means you like it!" Daryl said now rubbing Corey's fully erect 11 cm [4½"] teen cock.

"Stop, stop!" Corey said now trying to free himself from Daryl.

Daryl stood up and Corey ran to the door, but the man had already locked the basement door and he had the only key. He ran after Corey and using one of the ropes, he tied the boy's wrists behind his back. Corey kept struggling but Daryl was bigger and muscular and there was little he could do.

"Stop, please, stop!" Corey shouted again.

After tying the boy's wrists, Daryl used the dust cloth to improvise a gag. When Corey had been wrist-tied and gagged, Daryl carried him back to the love seat.

"I wanted to do this nicely, Corey, but you haven't given me any choice," Daryl said.

Kneeling before Corey, Daryl tied his ankles together and was definitely free to proceed with his plan. He started caressing the boy's legs all the way to his thighs and then inside his boxers. Thanks to the sexual enhancers, Corey's young cock was still stiff and Daryl smiled. He jerked the boy's cock up and down with his left hand as he manipulated the young balls with his right.

Corey struggled unable to understand why Daryl was doing what he was doing, it was sick and perverted and wrong and, at the same time, the ripples of pleasure going from his dick to his brain confused him. Why was his dick hard if he was afraid and he did not like what Daryl was doing? Daryl took his dick and nuts out the boxer's fly and Corey's eyes opened in shock as he saw his own dick so hard and oozing a transparent substance. He struggled a bit more, but that didn't seem to stop Daryl.

Daryl was in heaven. Corey's cock was so hard and beautiful Daryl was surprised how well the pills had kicked in. Corey was still struggling, but Daryl knew it was a matter of time before he completely submitted to his ministrations. With thumb and finger, Daryl peeled Corey's foreskin back and he was regaled with a nice droplet of teen precum, which he used to lubricate and polish Corey's virgin knob.

"My, my!" Daryl said, "Look at that gorgeous droplet of precum! You are one horny naughty boy, Corey!"

Corey was confused and experiencing the most disturbing sensations. Daryl was wrong! He wasn't a horny naughty boy! But if he wasn't, why was his dick so hard as Daryl manipulated it? While he continued to struggle, he also felt the newborn sexual sensations all over his body. His teen mind was so very numbed and it felt weird as Daryl stimulated his dickhead. He wanted Daryl to stop and at the same his dick felt strange and nice and warm.

Noticing that Corey was obviously enjoying the feelings in his young rod, Daryl sped up the rubbing of the boy's cockhead, which was now continuously dripping precum. Corey struggled a bit more, but he was not shouting through the gag anymore, he was now only whimpering. Daryl took advantage of Corey's now fading resistance to flip him over.

"Well, let's see what we have here!"

The boy's cheeks were a wonder of nature and Daryl started caressing them, taking his time savoring Corey. The he ran a finger along the boy's crack and Corey started squirming and wriggling again as he once again tried to shout through his cloth gag. Daryl lowered himself and bending Corey, exposed the boy's virgin hole. He ran his finger in circles about the place and Corey wriggled a bit more.

Corey was still more confused as Daryl caressed his asshole. What was the man going to do? He was terrified, but his young dick was still hard as a rock. He then felt something wet on his hole and realized it must've been Daryl's tongue. He felt disgusted at knowing a man was licking his most intimate part, but his dick throbbed every time the tongue lapped in his never before touched asshole. He was terrified and wanted Daryl to stop.

Daryl noticed Corey's nervousness and separated from the boy's hole. He fished in his pocket and took out a party drug. He slightly licked it and then pushed it inside Corey's ass using his index finger. He then went back to licking Corey's back door. As he did so, Daryl took his time to start jerking Corey's lovely cock once again.

Corey felt new funny sensations all over his body and wriggled. He didn't know Daryl had pushed a new pill up his ass, but it was as if every single part of his body had turned into a giant nerve ending. He wanted Daryl to stop his perverted actions but his cock kept betraying him as Daryl fondled him.

Daryl flipped Corey once again, but this time he carried him as one would a baby. In that position, Daryl pushed his middle finger up Corey's ass and at the same time started kissing the boy's nipples gently. He felt Corey's resistance finally fade away and he felt happy that it had. The best part was now about to begin. He found Corey's prostate and started rubbing eagerly as he licked and bite at the boy´s now swelling pink nipples. The boy started wriggling about, but this time Daryl knew it was not struggling, but the helplessness of approaching orgasm and being unable to help it.

He then positioned Corey back on the love seat and knelt before him. He fingered the boy once again going relentlessly at his prostate as he lowered down to engulf the boy's cock in his mouth. With the might of an expert, he licked and bit at the knob as he went up and down the small teen shaft and fingered the previously virgin hole.

Corey felt the strangest of feelings as Daryl sucked his dick and fingered his hole. He didn't understand what was happening inside his body and he felt like he wanted to pee, but different. Every single move Daryl made turned his body into a melting mood. He wasn't expecting the contraction he felt in his crotch as his first orgasm ever finally hit. He felt the most pleasurable of releases as Daryl's finger moved inside his ass with uncanny speed and his mouth sucked on the no longer virgin teen cock.

Daryl felt delighted as Corey's body convulsed in orgasm. He increased the pressure and the pumping of the boy's cock as it erupted all of its hot teen spunk in the man's mouth. It was even better than it had been at night when he would put the boy to sleep and abuse him. This was so much better! It was much better because young Corey was awake as Daryl took him and that gave the man a wonderful sense of satisfaction and ownership. Corey was going to ultimately submit to Daryl's desires if only to feel himself being taken into orgasm. And if he didn't, Daryl did have ways of coercing the boy.

Corey was spent, but strangely for him, his teen dick was still very hard.

"That was lovely, Corey!" Daryl said, "Your cum is just so delicious!"

Corey didn't know what to think of what had just happened, but he was still delirious. He knew what Daryl had done to him was bad but it had felt so good. How could that be possible at all?

The phone rang that very minute and Daryl stood up to pick the basement's extension.

"Hello?" Corey heard Daryl say, "Bob, darling!… No, we're okay… of course! You really needn't worry… No, Corey's fine… Yes, darling, we're having lots of fun… No, no, Corey is coming along just fine… Really, darling, everything's fine… To the phone?… He's in the bathroom right now… Do you want him to call you later?… Oh, okay!… Like 10:00 pm? No problem, Bob… I mean it, I can put Corey in bed… Sure thing, I'll let him know… kisses to you too, babe… see you tonight… Bye, now!"

Corey's eyes reflected fear, but his drugged organism kept his cock real hard. Daryl smiled as he approached the boy and started rubbing his tenderized cockhead with thumb and index.

"That was your dad," Daryl said, "He wanted to know if we were having fun, and I told him we were. Right?"

When Corey did not reply, Daryl squeezed the boy balls being vicious for the first time.

"I asked you a question Corey!" he shouted, "We're having fun, RIGHT?"

This time Corey nodded, tears showing to his eyes. Daryl then rubbed the tender balls after the punishment to make him relax. He approached the boy's face.

"I'm going to remove your gag, Corey," he said, "And you'd better not scream!"

Corey nodded again and Daryl removed the boy's cloth gag. Corey looked at his tormentor as he started rubbing the teen cock again. Corey started whimpering but he wasn't sure it was out of fear or out of pleasure.

"Your cock is rock hard, Corey! Look how hard it is!" said Daryl.

Corey sure noticed how his dick was still hard as Daryl rubbed it up and down and didn't know what to say. His dick felt as if it was on fire and he wasn't sure why he kept on feeling so aroused even when he knew this was utterly wrong.

"Why… why are you… doing this?" Corey asked between gasps.

"Oh, Corey, Corey!" Daryl said, "Because I like you. Because since the very first time I saw you I fell in love with you and wanted to have you just for me! Plus, you seem to be liking it well enough."

Corey started whimpering now still unable to process what was going on, when Daryl went down and started sucking the boy's dick once again.

"No… not again… I can't…" Corey said.

"Yes you can, Corey, babe," Daryl said taking the boy's cock out of his mouth, "Look at how hard you are!"

Daryl took Corey's dick in his mouth again and started sucking. Corey whimpered out of fear and also out of pleasure as his father's boyfriend had his way with him. He wasn't really sure, but as Daryl sucked him, he started feeling those glorious sensations on his body again and started wondering why was he feeling so good if this was so very wrong.

Noticing Corey's hesitation, Daryl sped up his sucking as he pushed his middle finger inside the boy's ass to stimulate his prostate. As he sucked and fingered Corey, Daryl added his free hand to fondle the teen balls. He cupped them, caressed them, tugged on them and squeezed them as Corey moaned and whimpered.

"Please… Daryl, please…" he said once and again, "Please stop… please… oh, God!… please, please… I beg you… stop…"

Corey's begging only turned Daryl more anxious to make the boy cum for a second time. He kept on rubbing at Corey's prostate as he sucked him wildly once again.

"Daryl… please… Oh, God!" Corey said as he started cumming in the mouth of his father's boyfriend once again.

"Your cum is just so delicious!" Daryl said.

Corey felt spent as his orgasm subsided. But Daryl was far from over, so he stood up from his place and smiled at his lovely bound red haired boy. He opened his fly and took his gorgeous thick 20 cm [8"].

"Do you remember my friend here, Corey?" Daryl said, "I remember you paying very close attention the day we met on the bathroom."

"What? No!" Corey said.

"I think it's you and he get acquainted!" Daryl said slapping his cock against Corey 's cheeks.

Corey closed his lips tight imagining what Daryl expected of him. Daryl smiled at Corey knowing it was just a matter of time before the boy turned to his own desires.

"Corey, Corey," he said, "I have many ways of making you open those lovely red lips of yours. Some of them are very nasty ways of doing it. Some of those nasty ways involve pain."

Corey started whimpering and opened his mouth for Daryl. The man smiled as he pushed his red pulsating cockhead up the boy's mouth. Since the day he'd seen Corey in the bathroom, Daryl had fantasized about this moment, the moment when he could finally have lovely Corey suck him to orgasm, and he was planning on doing it more than once.

"Take your time, Corey, baby," Daryl said, "taste your man and get used to it. You're gonna be doing this rather often!"

Corey sucked on the head as Daryl started moving in and out of his inexperienced mouth.

"Careful with your teeth, Corey," Daryl said.

Corey tried his best to please Daryl and started running his mouth around Daryl's cockhead, just the way he'd felt Daryl do to him to make him cum already twice. Corey figured if he did it well, this ordeal would be over real soon. He sucked at the cockhead being careful not to use his teeth and kept his tongue dancing around the huge head.

"That's good, rub your tongue around my cockhead," Daryl encouraged him, "you're doing great so far, I knew you liked my cock since the very first time you saw it!"

Corey was confused. Did he like Daryl's cock? No, that couldn't be true. He didn't like cocks. He wasn't a fag. Daryl was wrong. When they'd met the first time, he'd been shocked to have seen such a big dick, but he didn't like it. And he didn't like sucking on it. Fortunately, Daryl's cock didn't taste bad at all, as he imagined a cock would taste.

"Start bobbing your head, Corey," Daryl said, "I want you to eat my cock up and down."

Corey did as told and Daryl found himself getting closer to orgasm. Caught in the wonderful sensations Corey was giving him, he started thrusting at a faster rate, more facefucking Corey than letting him suck the thick rod. Corey started gagging, and Daryl retreated a bit, so he could give the boy a bit of room to breathe. But as soon as Corey had taken three deep breaths, Daryl resumed the facefucking.

Corey was finding it difficult to keep up with the facefuck, but he did his best to let Daryl do as he wanted in the hope that the ordeal would be over soon. Soon, he noticed Daryl's cock was throbbing inside his mouth, but nothing could've prepared him for what was next.

Daryl felt his balls boiling and getting ready to shoot the load he'd been building up since Bob had been recalled to the hospital. As his cock prepared to shoot it's load, Daryl's mind traveled to the moment when he met young Corey in the bathroom with his young cock out, letting a yellow stream flow.

He remembered all those nights he'd been put Corey to sleep so he could suck him dry night after night. Those Sundays he would wake up next to Bob with Corey's flavor in his mouth, still tasting the immature teen cum.

And then, he felt the first contraction which announced his orgasm.

Corey felt the first rope of Daryl's cum hit the back of his throat. It was thick and slimy and there was a weird flavor to it, so he tried to pull back.

"Oh, no Corey!" Daryl said pulling the boy's head towards him, so he couldn't escape, "I've swallowed your spunk twice, so you will have to swallow mine!"

Daryl had been so worked up that he kept cumming for far longer than he should have, and Corey had no choice but to swallow the whole thing until it was over.

When Daryl's cum flow finally stopped, he removed his cock from Corey's mouth and rested on the couch, playfully tugging at Corey's cock, which, thanks to the enhancing drugs, was still at full mast.

"Daryl?" Corey ventured.

"Yes, Corey?"

"Are you gonna untie me now?"

Daryl burst into laughter.

"What?" Corey asked, "Why are you laughing?"

"Corey, babe," Daryl responded, "It's barely two o'clock! Daddy's coming back a ten. You know what that means?"

Corey started whimpering. Daryl couldn't possibly be serious! He couldn't keep him tied and forced to cum for eight more hours! Certainly he wouldn't, now, would he?

"Oh, Corey!" Daryl said, "please stop whimpering! It isn't funny anymore! You shouldn't be complaining anyways. Look at how hard your fucking cock is! Corey, you're really gonna enjoy this!

"No, I won't!" Corey said with all the anger he could gather.

For an answer, Daryl slapped him across the face.

"Don't try my limits, Corey," he said, "I love you big time, but I hate sissies. Having such a cute cock and balls, you do not want to be a sissy, do you?"

Corey started crying in silence as Daryl stood from where he was sitting and left the basement, locking it from the outside.

Five minutes later Daryl came back with a box in his hands.

"I have some things to attend to, Corey," Daryl said, "However, I cannot leave you unattended, so I brought you a little surprise."

Corey looked as Daryl started taking the strange gear from within the box. First, ther was this box that looked like an alarm clock and Corey found himself asking what it was for. Then, Daryl took some weird rubber loops and cables from the same box.

"This," Daryl said, "Is a rubber loop, which I'm gonna be placing just here!"

Having said so, he placed the loop around Corey's cock shaft right at the base.

"And this," he said, "Is called an E-stim corona glans strap. Wanna see where it goes?"

Corey saw as Daryl brought the thing to his small cockhead. Wait! The thing had a metal thin rod, probably a an inch long! He couldn't possibly… But before Corey finished the sentence in his head, Daryl placed the thing around his cockhead, the thin rod going inside his peehole. It felt horribly strange! Then, Daryl adjusted the loop strangling Corey's cockhead.

"Daryl, please…" he begged, "Please stop!"

Without paying attention to young Corey, Daryl plugged a couple of cables from the loop around his shaft and the corona as well, to the power box.

"Here we go!" Daryl said and turned the power box on.

Suddenly, Corey felt the electricity traveling around and inside his cock. It was possibly the most horrible feeling he'd ever felt.

"Well, then," Daryl said, "I'm gonna leave you alone for some time. The box is not in orgasm mode so it will just keep you stimulated til I come back. Have fun, Corey babe!"

And having said so, he left the basement. Corey started struggling against his bindings, but there was nothing he could do. The electricity started changing intensity and lapse, and Corey started whimpering again. Daryl was such an evil man.

Next Corey chapter

Characters: Matthew (12yo), Mr. Miller - Steve Miller (41yo)

Morning came in the Miller's household and Steve Miller woke up. It was 10 in the morning, but he was in no rush. He walked into Matthew's room through the shared bathroom and found the boy sound asleep. He sat on the bed and slightly squeezed on Matthew's young cock, only to find it was still stiff as intended. He then leaned over the boy and kissed him on the lips.

Matthew's eyes fluttered open as he felt Mr. Miller's lips over his own.

"Good morning, Matthew," he said, "How did you sleep?"

"Super fine, Mister Miller," Matthew said, "the bed is awesome!"

"Good. Now, let's get you ready for your bath before breakfast."

Matthew nodded.

Steve Miller moved the spreads aside and asked Matthew to stand up. He started undressing the boy starting from his tank top. The cute pink knobs that were the boy's nipples were red and slightly swollen, just as the man wanted them to be. He then pulled the boy's pajamas down. Finally, he removed the boy's trunk releasing the pressure on Matthew's young cock. Thanks to the plug ring, his foreskin had remained retracted, so the boy's cockhead was raw red. And thanks to the pressure of the same item, the cock was beautifully purple.

Without any warning, Steve Miller unfastened the ring around Matthew's cock, causing it to throb. He then started pulling the urethral plug out little by little.

Matthew gasped as Mr. Miller removed the plug from his pee hole and felt a fast urge to pee, but his new foster dad was taking his time removing the plug, causing his weenie to experience those funny and wonderful feelings. When he was done, Mr. Miller asked Matthew to turn around so he could remove the plug from his boyhole. Matthew felt really strange as the object was removed, he felt sort of empty.

"Do you want to pee, Matthew?" Mr. Miller asked.

"I do, Mister Miller."

"Go ahead," the man replied.

Matthew started towards the bathroom and Mr. Miller followed. Matthew stood before the toilet and turned towards his new dad.

"Mr. Miller?" he asked.

"Yes, Matthew?"

"Can you show me again how to move the skin to pee and how to wipe?" he asked blushing.

Steve Miller smiled knowing the boy was dying to be touched again and being given those wonderful pleasurable feelings.

"Of course, Matthew," he said and knelt before his new son.

He carefully brought the boy's foreskin back letting the lovely red cockhead out. He made sure to slightly squeeze the cockhead to stimulate Matthew.

"Now, pee," he commanded.

Matthew let go and his golden flow started flowing, giving him a funny feeling in his slightly irritated pee canal.

When Matthew was done, Steve Miller shook the young cock to let the last of the boy's pee out and then went to get the baby wipe and then passed it all over the boy's raw cockhead. He imagined the burning sensation of the wipe must have been unbearable now that the cockhead was so tenderized, but Steve Miller felt satisfied that young Matthew didn't complain at all.

"Do you want to poo before your bath?" Asked Mr. Miller.

"I… I do, Mister Miller," the boy replied.

"Okay, I'll leave you alone to do it. When you're done, wipe your boy hole with a baby wipe. I don't have toilet paper in my household."

"Yes Mister Miller."

Steve Miller walked away and left young Matthew to take a dump. He went to his room, where the closed circuit showed the bathroom and the boy. Steve Miller noticed the boy had started rubbing his cockhead while he poo. That made him smile, young Matthew had learnt how to make himself feel good, but Steve was not going to let his new son climax, no sir! The boy's orgasms belonged to him and only to him.

When he noticed little Matthew was squirming a bit too much, he knocked on the door.

"Are you okay, son?" he asked.

Matthew stopped touching himself in shock and started wiping his ass with the after shave wipe.

"I'm done, Mister Miller!" he shouted.

Steve Miller came inside the bathroom and smiled.

"Well, let's get our bath ready."

"Yes, Mister Miller," Matthew replied.

Steve Miller prepared the bubble bath and then asked young Matthew to jump inside the tub.

"Since there isn't much hot water today," Steve Miller said, "We are bathing together. I hop thats okay with you, son."

Matthew nodded. Mister Miller had called him son for the second time today!

Steve Miller got naked, making sure Matthew could take a good look of everything he had to show. When he was ready, he sat down inside the tub and asked little Matthew to sit between the man's legs.

He started shampooing the boy's hair, but he wasn't planning on spending that much time on his the boy's head, so he rinsed it rather quickly and then went ahead with business. He went ahead to soap Matthew's chest and tummy, and took his time soaping the boy's raw nipples in circles. The boy squired a little and Steve Miller imagined it was more likely the fact that his tender nipples were raw, but obedient Matthew didn't complain.

His hands then went south, and he started working on Matthew's lovely cock and balls. Lovely little Matthew only sighed as his foster dad masturbated him with the excuse of having him completely clean.

"Are you okay, Matthew?" Steve Miller asked when the boy started gasping a bit too much, only to make the boy uncomfortable.

"Yes, da… I'm sorry! Yes Mister Miller!"

"Were you gonna call me daddy?" Steve Miller asked.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" he apologized, "I didn't mean to be disrespectful! Please, don't send me back to the State Orphanage!"

"Son," Steve Miller said, "I won't send you anywhere. You are my son now, and it is perfectly fine if you wanna call me daddy, okay?"

"Really?" Matthew asked, his face glowing.

"Yes, son. Now, please stand up and bend down so I can wash the insides of your boyhole."

"Yes, daddy!" Matthew said as happy as he'd ever been.

Matthew bent down and Miller started finger fucking the boy. He liked the tightness of his sweet young ass, he couldn't wait to fuck him. But he was taking his time, after all, he had Matthew for the rest of their lives.

When he felt the boy's prostate contract, Steve Miller removed his finger from Matthew's ass, leaving him once again close to orgasm. Matthew felt so frustrated that his new dad would not make him feel those funny lovely things he had the day before, but he did not voice his frustration.

"Maybe you should show me you're learning how to wash yourself properly, son," Steve Miller said.

"Do you want me to wash myself, daddy?" Matthew asked.

"No, you're already clean. Tell you what, wash me."

Having said so, Steve Miller stood from the tub, his hard cock showing in its full 22 cm [8¾"] of thick man meat.

"Go on, Matthew," Mister Miler said, "We don't have all day!"

Steve Miller went delirious the minute Matthew's young hands peeled his foreskin back and started soaping the cockhead non-stop, pretty much the way daddy had shown him. Miller had almost forgotten how wonderful it was to have a twelve year older fondle his cock and let himself get lost in the wonderful sensations Matthew was providing.

"Rinse it," he told Matthew, feeling himself getting close to orgasm.

Matthew took the hand shower and started rinsing his daddy's cockhead.

"Not like that, Matthew," he said, "use the hand shower with one hand, and with the other hand rub the soap off, as I do with your glans."

The feeling of Matthew's hand was bringing him close to orgasm, so he asked the boy to stop. He did not want to cum just yet. Saturday was a long day and he had great plans for both himself and his foster son.

"Turn off the shower now, son," he said.

Young Matthew turned around to turn the shower off as he'd been instructed.

"That was good, son," he said, "you did well making daddy happy again. Now, let me show you how much daddy loves you."

Having said so, Steve Miller kissed Matthew on the lips, long, and the he started french kissing the boy. As he did so, his hand went down and after peeling Matthew's foreskin back, he started rubbing the boy's raw cockhead.

Matthew felt those glorious wonderful feeling as Mister… Daddy rubbed on his young pecker. He rubbed and rubbed and rubbed until Matthew started feeling that wonderful warmth around his crotch. And the daddy stopped. And Matthew whimpered in frustration.

"Come on, son," Daddy said, "We have a long day ahead of us."

"Do we?" asked Matthew smiling.

"We do!" Daddy said, "Saturday is movie day, so I'm taking you to the movie theater. Come on, let's get you dressed."

Steve Miller took naïve Matthew's hand and guided him to the boy's bedroom. Once there, he took the special tank top and asked Matthew to straighten his arms so he could put it in. The man was thinking on what excuse to come up with to plug the boy's butt before going out, when, as he slid the tank top down to the boy's chest, little Matthew farted.

"Did you just fart, Matthew?" Daddy asked with a serious tone.

"I'm sorry, daddy!" he said.

"Sorry's just not enough, Matthew. If you wanted to fart you should've asked for permission to go to the bathroom. Now, I'm gonna have to ground you."

"No, Daddy, please!" Matthew said at the prospect of not going to the movies with his new dad, "Please, I'll be good, Daddy!"

"Sorry, Matthew, I can't take you out if you're gonna be farting in public. You know, I want my own son to be disciplined and obedient."

"I'll be good, Daddy, please don't ground me!"

"We can't take you out to embarrass me in public with your passing gases, son," he said, and then smiled as if he'd just had an idea, "Unless…"

"Yes, Daddy?"

"Unless we plug your boyhole like we do at night, so you can't fart in public. What do you say?"

Matthew nodded and smiled. Daddy was weird, but he was willing to be plugged so he could be taken to the movie theather.

"Okay, then," Daddy told him, "Bend over and touch your toes so I can plug your boyhole. I'll need to be strecthing out a bit first, so the plug won't hurt."

"Yes, Daddy," Matthew said.

Steve Miller lubed one of his fingers and pushed it inside Matthew's lovely love hole. He pushed in and out and then added a second finger. Matthew just moaned as his Daddy stretched him, oblivious to the fact that his foster father was once again rubbing his prostate and stimulating it to orgasm.

"I think you're wide enough," Daddy said.

Matthew hated it when Daddy stopped just as the warmth starting running down his crotch. What were those feelings he experienced as Daddy manipulated him?

"Matthew, you naughty boy!" Daddy said.

"Daddy?" he asked confused.

"You penis is hard. Are you enjoying being touched in the ass?" Daddy asked feigning anger.

"No, Daddy!" he lied unable to explain himself, "I don't know what…"

"I think you do need punishment, Matthew. Wait here."

Matthew looked aprehensively as Daddy left the room.

I think I screwed up big time now! he thought, Daddy's angry at me now! But, why would he be angry if he makes me feel those funny things? Maybe I'm not suppose to feel them and I'm just a freak?

"Something on your mind, son?" Daddy asked coming back inside the room.

"No, Daddy," Matthew replied shyly.

"Come over here," Daddy said, "This, is a very special plug. You wanna know why it is special?"

"Why Daddy?"

"This part will go into your boyhole," Daddy explained showing the thing. It looked like one of those flame shaped bulbs used in fake candelabra, but it was connected to a sort of metal ring with a sort of plastic armour shaped as a penis, "And this ring will go around your penis and testicles."

Steve Miller let the information sink in before he continued to explain, "The plastic structure will then prevent your naughty penis from becoming hard. That way, we're gonna make sure first, that you don't fart, and second, that your penis will remain in its normal state, okay?"

"Yes, Daddy," Matthew replied again.

Steve Miller knelt before young Matthew and secured the ring around the young cock and balls, and then he placed the plastic armor around the boy's cock.

"This opening here," Daddy told him touching his little cockhead from an opening on the armor, "Is here in case you want to pee…"

Steve Miller made sure to touch the boy's pee slit more than needed, so he could show Matthew how he wouldn't be able to get his cock hard, no matter how much he tried.

"Now, if you really do want to pee," Daddy added, "you'll have to ask my permission, because this particular penis training for naughty boys, has this."

He showed Matthew a metal slightly curved rod, possibly a good 5 cm [2"] long and lubing it, he pushed it inside Matthew's little peehole.

Daddy is serously angry at me! Matthew thought, Good thing he's kind enough not to ground me and he's so good he's even helping me with my problem. I'm so glad he adopted me!

Once done, he asked Matthew to bend down again and pushed the plug in in one single thrust and secured the outter end to the boy's chastity device.

"There we are, all set!" said Mister Miller.

He then finished dressing the boy in his tight speedo like trunks and then made sure to use a pair of loose pants and a loose T-shirt over his special tank top.

***

Matthew was having a great time eating his popcorn with his dad arm over his shoulder as they watched Gremlins. He was thankful his new dad had forgotten about his screwing up and was kind to him. He felt uncomfortable, however, that his dick was encased in that funny plastic armor.

Right after leaving the house, his new daddy had taken him to the mall where they had breakfast, and then took him to the arcade where he let him play for possibly a good two hours. Right at the mall they had run into Mister Rosenbaum, the Representative of the State Orphanage for legal affairs. The man asked Matthew a couple of things about how he was feeling with Mister Miller and for an answer he'd hugged his new dad.

My new daddy's so cool even if he's got weird ideas, Matthew thought as they watched the movie.

Steve Miller had made sure to buy Matthew a jumbo soda, so that the boy's bladder would be full, because the man was not planning on let the boy pee until they got home. He was so going to enjoy fucking Matthew's tiny pee slit with the urethral sound he'd inserted in the boy's lovely cock.

The movie showed the main character's friend screwing up big time spilling water over lovely Gizmo, and Miller knew it was time for part two. He placed his right hand inside the pocket of his jacket and turned the remote on.

Matthew felt the weirdest of things as the plug in his boy boy started vibrating.

Is it supposed to do that? Matthew asked himself, Maybe I should ask daddy. No. what if I've fucked it up and it's doing that?

Still thinking he might've done something to activate the thing, Matthew remained silent, or as much as he could, as the ribbed plugged vibrated inside him and oblivious to the fact that it had been devised to stimulate his prostate through his rectal walls.

A good five minutes later, Steve Miller hugged his son and stopped the vibration mode. He ran his thumb on the control's buttons, which he had now memorized it and pushed the zapping button.

Matthew jumped a bit as he felt a sort of electric discharge inside his butt.

Now, I've done it! he thought as he felt a new discharge, I've seriously fucked the plug!

"Are you alright, son?" Daddy asked him.

"I… I am, Daddy," he said.

Steve Miller's cock was rock hard and precumming like there was no tomorrow as he looked at young Matthew squirming on his seat. He was controlling how high and how often a discharge his son's ass was zapped with and imagined how much the boy would be precumming now. He turned to notice how Matthew had finished his jumbo soda and was glad when the lights came on for people to go buy stuff for ten minutes before the movie resumed.

"Come on, son," Daddy told him, "Let's go get more soda."

Steve Miller laughed to himself as Matthew stood from his seat and tried walking with his ass being zapped. He was fucking hard seeing Matthew struggling as his father madly abused him without even touching him.

Ten minutes later they were back inside watching the movie. Steve Miller hugged his son once again as he turned the zapper to its maximum setting. He felt how his precum had pooled inside his underwear imagining what Matthew was going through being zapped in the ass and unable to get his young cock to an erection. He made sure to have Matthew drink a lot more soda as the movie carried on.

Young Matthew couldn't concentrate on the movie anymore, the electricity inside his ass was driving him nuts and he was having those weird pleasurable feelings again. He just wanted the movie to be over so they could go home and he could be removed that thing from his ass.

When the movie was finally over, and with the zapping buttplug set on max, Steve Miller took his son by the hand and walked towards the parking lot. As he started the engine, he pushed one more button and a high amperage shock was sent to his boy's ass before turning off.

Matthew could help it as his bladder pushed all of its contents out with the final discharge.

Steve Miller turned to see how the urine stain on Matthew's lose pants grew larger and smiled to himself. He didn't say anything on the road home and had Matthew jumped from the seat.

"What you've done now, Matthew, is just totally out of place," he said once they were in the house.

Matthew started whimpering and apologizing unable to explain what had happened. He couldn't tell his daddy he'd fucked up the plug and it had gone berserk shocking his little boyhole.

"Get naked now!" Daddy ordered him.

Still crying, Matthew took all of his clothes and folded everything next to his bed, except for the wet pants. Daddy knelt before him and removed the plastic armour around his penis. He couldn't help it, his penis went rigid almost immediately.

Steve Miller couldn't have been more pleased, because going stiff, the curved sound would be harder to remove, which was exactly what he had intended.

"Let's unplug your penis," Daddy said and started pulling out.

Matthew nodded, still fearful of what his punishment would be.

"It's stucked!" Daddy said pushing it back in, "Let's see if we can take it out. I'll give it one more try."

Pretending to be trying to remove the penis plug, Steve Miller started fucking Matthew's peehole with the curved sound ind and out, in and out.

"I just… can't get the fucking thing out…" he lied pushing the thing in and out.

Matthew was going insane with pleasure as his pecker was fucked over and over by his foster father. These sensations were going to make his daddy mad, btu he just couldn't help feeling that lovely warmth in his crotch.

Noticing that Matthew might be getting closer to orgasm, Steve Miller finally pulled the plug leaving the kid on the brink of orgasm once again. He then removed the but plug and released the boy's cock from the ring. He placed Matthew face down on his lap.

"Now, for peeing in your pants, a good smacking is in order," Daddy said and Matthew started whimpering.

"A boy…" he said smacking the boy's butt with all his might, "… never…" smack!, "… ever…" smack!, "… wets…" smack!, "… his…" smack!, "… pants!" smack!, "Are…" smack!, "… we…" smack!, "… clear?" smack!

"Yes, daddy," Matthew replied crying. He felt like his ass was on fire, but he knew he'd earned the smacking for peeing his pants.

"I…" smack!, "… don't…" smack!, "… hear…" smack!, "… an…" smack!, "… apology!" smack!

"I'm sorry, daddy, I'm sorry!" he said crying, "I didn't mean to! It was an accident!"

"Shut up, Matthew!" Daddy shouted.

Matthew looked at his new dad. Mister Miller looked so angry Matthew was terrified.

"Go in the tub and wait for me," was all Daddy said.

Three minutes later, Steve Miller joined his son in the tub completely naked.

"Kneel!" the man said and Matthew obeyed.

He slapped Mattthew across the face.

"For inappropriate behavior, namely wetting your pants, there's only one punishment that fits. Open your mouth."

Matthew did as instructed and his Daddy let a golden stream fall to his mouth.

"You'd better swallow, Matthew," Daddy said stopping the flow, "unless you want to lick my urine from the tub. And cold it's a lot worse!"

Matthew didn't have to be told twice and wanting to make his daddy happy again, he approached Daddy's cock and engulfed the cockhead in his twelve year old mouth.

"What are you doing?" Miller asked.

"This way I won't spill any, Daddy," Matthew said shyly.

Miller let go of his sphincter and started peeing inside his boy's mouth. He had taken so much soda he knew he'd be peeing for a while. Matthew did amaze him as the boy swallowed with uncanny speed not wanting to make his new dad angry again. When he was done, he ordered Matthew to bathe himself.

"Daddy?" he said.

"Yes, Matthew?"

"Are you gonna bathe me?"

"No. You're punished. Do it yourself. And better hurry up, I want you ready for bed in five minutes."

Matthew felt sad Daddy was mad at him and he was also sad Daddy was not gonna make him feel those good things he felt went he washed his boy penis and his boyhole insides. Sobbing he jumped inside the tub to wash himself.

Five minutes later, he was back on his room, dried and naked. Mister Miller then began his night ritual with Matthew, plugging first his ass, this time with a rubber ribbed prostate massager which was attached to a loop to go around Matthew's cock and balls. Once in place, he started masturbating Matthew to bring his young cock to an erection so he could fit the 11 cm [4¼"] 'sleeping' sound. Once again, he stopped just as Matthew was on the verge of orgasm, frustrating the boy again.

When ready, he placed the cockhead loop around Matthew's cockhead and tightened it so his foreskin would remain retracted and pulled up the boy's special trunks and tank top.

"You're ready for bed now," Daddy told him and covered him with the spreads.

Matthew started whimpering.

"Matt?" Daddy asked him.

"I'm sorry, daddy, I'm sorry!" Matthew said now openly crying, "I'm sorry I screwed up and I'm sorry I made you mad!"

"Son," Steve Miller said, "You don't seem to understand how important discipline is for me. It's something I learnt from my dad and something I seriously value."

"But I don't want you to be mad at me!" Matthew said still crying.

Steve Miller sat next to his son and asked him to sit down. When Matthew was sitting, Steve Miller hugged him and kissed him on the lips.

"You wanna make daddy happy again?" he asked.

Through tears, Matthew nodded.

"Okay, I'm gonna give you but one more chance to make things even. But you must do as I say."

Matthew nodded again.

Steve Miller leaned down and started french kissing his foster son. As he did so, his right hand landed on the boy's trunks and started squeezing at he lovely painfully erect twelve centimeter [5"] rod. Matthew moaned in his daddy's mouth as his cock was manipulated but said nothing.

There was something in this world Steve Miller loved more than anything, and that was abusing a boy's lovely young nuts. So, his hand moved south and he started squeezing the boy's balls, first slightly and moving up in intensity.

He then ordered Matthew to remove his trunks and come back to his position. The boy complied rather quickly and came back to Daddy's arms.

Mister Miller went back to french kissing Matthew and started his squeezing routine on the boy's balls. He made sure to get the boy tighter in his grip as he started slapping the still small orbs.

Matthew felt a rather stinging pain as Daddy slapped his balls, but he knew better than to complain, so he took it as a man.

Daddy then stood up and got naked. He ordered Matthew to sit on the bed with his legs hanging and approached the boy. He placed his throbbing cockhead before the boy's mouth.

"What are you waiting for?" he asked, "Daddy wants you to show him how sorry you are by woking his cock."

Matthew showed his tongue and started lapping at the weird transparent liquid oozing from his daddy's cock.

"I'm sorry, daddy…" he said whimpering.

"Show me you're sucking me properly with your mouth. Open wide and suck on my glans."

Matthew really wanted to make Daddy happy again, so he complied without a fuss, taking Miller's big knob-shaped purple glans in his mouth.

"Suck harder!" Steve Miller said, "Like you mean it! Like you're really sorry for screwing up!"

Matthew started sucking harder at his new daddy's cock. Daddy had some strange ways of punishing, but Matthew was so naïve, it never ocurred to him that his new dad was such a pervert that he had managed to get his twelve year old foster son to blow him.

"Harder!" Miller said, feeling his balls contract.

Matthew sucked with all his might and felt his daddy's cock throb in his mouth. Then something happened. Daddy's cock expelled something thick and goey inside his mouth and Matthew tried to back off, but daddy pushed him against his cock.

Steve Miller's cock shot rope after rope of his thick man cum in Matthew's young mouth. He had been building up all they long and Matthew had a big load to swallow down.

"Swallow, Mathew," he said, but he wasn't shouting anymore, "that's your prize for sucking daddy clean, that's daddy's life milk. Swallow it all, son!"

As Matthew did his best to swallow his daddy's thick goo, he noticed how daddy was now tenderly caressing his wet hair, so he imagined he wasn't mad anymore.

When Steve Miller was done cumming, he knelt before Matthew and looked him in the eye.

"Good boy," he said, "Now daddy isn't angry anymore. Go on, put on your trunks, it's bed time."

Frustration in his face, Matthew put his trunks back on and jumped on the bed.

Steve Miller laughed to himself at seeing how Matthew wanted so desperately to be taken into orgasm.

Not tonight, Steve Miller thought, Maybe tomorrow if I feel like letting him relief himself.

"Time for your pills," Daddy told him and handed him two pills, a red one and a blue one.

"What are these for, daddy?" he asked.

"Supplements," Miller lied, "You are after all growing, and I want you to be a healthy boy.

The red pill was a sexual stimulant, like the one he'd given Matthew the night before, but three times as potent. The Blue one was a sleeping pill. He didn't want young Matthew jacking off during the night. When the boy was done, Steve Miller bent down to Matthew and kissed him good night.

"Are you still mad at me, daddy?" Matthew asked.

"No, baby," Daddy said and walked out after turning the lights off.

Next Matthew chapter

Characters: Tyler (12yo), Norman (42yo), Brian (37yo), Noah Moore (40yo), William, butler (36yo), Boris, butler (25yo), Yegor, slaveboy (13yo), Anton, slaveboy (11yo), Vlad,butler (32yo), Matt, butler (26yo), Gérard, butler (24yo), Ramón, butler (29yo), Rajkumar, slave boy (11yo), Jason, slave boy (12yo)

It had been a long ride in Norman's van, so Tyler fell asleep, after all, he'd been seriously used up and he'd drank whiskey as well.

For Brian it hadn't been a problem that the boy had fallen asleep, his little cock did not need him to be awake. All the way to Norman's, Brian had been caressing, tugging and jerking Tyler's lovely cock. Before tonight Brian had never thought about having sex with a teenager, let alone a twelve year older, but now he couldn't get enough of Tyler's noodle.

As he jerked the boy's cock, he kept remembering how good it had felt to fuck him a while before, he'd never been inside a hole so tight and he suddenly understood why Norman liked youngsters. Tyler moaned in his sleep as the Afroamerican played with his hard cock.

"It's amazing, isn't it?" Norman asked Brian.

"What?" Brian asked.

"Their stamina. Young boys can keep hard for so long!"

"The only thing I know is my tastes on men have definitely changed tonight."

"I can tell!" Norman said and laughed before he stopped the van.

Tyler opened his eyes as the van came to a halt and looked at Norman askance.

"Are we there yet?" he asked.

"Not at my place," Norman said, "Brian, bring Tyler outside."

"Where are we?" Tyler asked a bit more alert.

"Be quiet, Tyler," Norman said.

Both Norman an Brian got off the van, Brian holding Tyler's hand. It was a fancy neighborhood, and the house looked like it belonged to a rich man. Norman rang the bell and they waited for some minutes before someone came to the door and spoke without opening.

"What can I do for you?"

"I'm here to see Mister Moore," Norman said.

"Mister Moore is rather busy and he won't attend the door," the man said.

"I'm an old friend of the family and I carry important news," Norman said with the password answer to the man's statement.

Tyler heard a good number of locks opening and then the door was moved aside. Norman was the first to enter followed by Brian and Tyler. When the door was closed, Tyler looked at the man. He was at all sights a butler, possibly in his mid thirties with dark hair and brown eyes.

"William," Norman said shaking the man's hand, "Always a pleasure to see you."

"Thank you, Master Norman," William replied, "If you'll follow me into the library, Master Moore is expecting you."

William turned around to guide the three guests. As they walked through a long and fancy hall with wooden tile floor, Tyler couldn't help but notice all the paintings hanging on the wall. All of them depicted young boys around his age restrained in different positions.

In one of those paintings, a young man was tied up naked, his face was splattered in cum as a lot of cocks seemed to be eternally ejaculating over him. Another one showed a boy sitting down on what looked like a fake cock as men were pissing on his face. Yet another one was a boy hanging from chains with his balls red and swollen.

Tyler decided to stop looking and focused on following Norman and Brian.

William stopped by the door to the library and so did their guests. By the door was another butler, but this one was much younger. He was sort of toned and with short wavy dark blond hair. His eyes were blue and surrounded by heavy long lashes.

"Hello, Boris," Norman said.

"Master Norman," Boris said bowing and then he approached to whisper something in the man's ear.

"I see," Norman said and turned towards William, "William, would you do me a favor and keep Tyler entertained while I talk to Mister Moore?"

"It will be my pleasure," William said and turned towards Tyler, "Young Master, if you'll follow me."

Tyler turned towards Norman and the man nodded, so the boy started walking after William.

Boris opened the door for Norman and Brian, and they walked into the library. The scene unfolding would remain in Brian's mind forever. Sitting down on a rather comfortable armchair was a man with long dark hair and handsome features. Kneeling before him was a long haired boy which Brian imagined must've been around Tyler's age, completely naked and sucking at the man's cock. On his rear end, the boy had a thick long dildo, which he was humping as he sucked on the master.

Next to the man, was another boy, a blond. He looked around twelve as well, but he had an abnormally sized cock. This huge cock was sort of stretched over a metal round ashtray, and there was a weird metal contraption stretching the boy's balls, which were now purple.

"Norman," the man said exhaling the smoke of his cigar, "Always good to see you!"

He gave one more drag to his cigar and then put it off… on the blonde boy's cock. The boy didn't even flinch as the man pressed the cigar several times against the big glans, he only moaned through the red ball gag in his mouth.

"Nice ashtray!" Norman said.

"Yegor. Authentic Russian leather," the man said chuckling and still pushing the cigar against the boy's cock, "Very resilient."

Brian felt his cock stiffen at the sight of the human ashtray and the boy sucking at the man.

"Do forgive me if I don't stand up," the man said, "I'm in the middle of something."

The boy was still eagerly blowing the man and riding the dildo.

"Is this boy new?" Norman asked, "His face is not familiar."

"He is. His name is Anton. I paid a short sum for him, and he has a mouth worth ten times the price."

"Can I…?" Norman asked.

"By all means," the man replied.

Norman knelt before the boy and pinched his nipples, which were red and swollen. Then he found the boy's cock, probably a bit under 10 cm [4"] in all its erect glory. He rubbed it and squeezed it and then he moved on to the boy's balls, which weren't particularly big, but which he found delightful to be squeezed.

"Nice!" Norman said.

"Nice, indeed. And your companion is…?"

"Oh! My good friend Brian! Brian, this is Noah Moore, a very good friend of mine over the years."

Brian nodded and so did the man.

"So," Noah Moore said, "tell me about this boy we talked about over the phone."

"It's a long story which I'll be glad to share with you, just not tonight, I'm very tired."

"I see."

"So, Noah, can you take him in for a couple of days?"

"I think I could manage," Noah said, "just a couple of days, huh?"

"Yeah," said Norman, "I have another guest at home just now, someone who really needs my care and attention, if you know what I mean."

"I… I do…"

"This boy you have at home now," Noah said, "a gift?"

"Ethan. No," Norman replied grinning, "someone we lured on the subway and managed to snatch him. He'll be around just for a little while, so we can have fun with him. He's been so much fun so far!"

"I… I bet…," Noah said breathing a bit more heavily now, "Oh, fuck!"

Evidently cumming, Noah pushed his cock savagely against Anton's throat as his cock erupted inside the boy's mouth. Anton just kept swallowing the cum from his master's cock until the flow stopped. Once he'd cum, Noah order Anton to stand and asked Boris to take him to his quarters.

Brian's eyes opened wide in astonishment as he saw Noah Moore's cock for the very first time. It was most definitely the most impressive cock he'd seen in his life. It was bigger than his and thick, very thick, of a pink shade and long, possibly around 25 cm [10"] long, slightly curved upwards and uncut. The thing was still oozing some post cum, but Noah kept talking casually.

"Forgive me, my friend," Noah said, "Anton's oral abilities are just amazing."

"Consider yourself forgiven, my friend," Norman replied.

"So," Noah said, "Shall we see this boy of yours?"

"Sure thing."

Noah Moore stood from his place, and after having zipped, he walked towards the door followed by Norman and Brian. Boris opened the door for them and they walked outside.

"Nice collection!" Brian said pointing at the paintings on the hall.

"Amassed over the years," Noah explained, "Same painter. He still lives in my household. I would gladly introduce you to him if you ever want a painting for yourself."

"Thanks, man," Brian said, "Don't think I could afford it, though."

"We'll talk business sometime later," Noah replied.

Two minutes later, they were on the waiting lounge, were Tyler was looking at some comic books. Noah looked at young Tyler and loved the boy's complexion immediately. He turned and grinned at Norman as Tyler turned to look at them.

"Tyler, come here," Norman said.

Tyler was a bit terrified and didn't react fast enough.

"Tyler!" Norman shouted.

Twelve year old Tyler let go of the comic book placing it aside and walked towards Norman. He stood next to the man who had orchestrated his raping and smiled shyly.

"Tyler, this is Noah Moore, a very good friend of mine. Noah, this is Tyler, my new boytoy."

"Come closer, Tyler," Noah Moore said, "let me take a good look at you."

Tyler approached the man, who almost immediately started inspecting him. He looked at his hair, his eyes and mouth, he then had him turn around so he could take it all in.

"Very cute boy," Noah Moore said, "A couple of days, you said?"

"That is correct, Noah. Just for me to get everything organized."

Now Tyler felt terrified understanding he was going to be left and hugged Brian. Noah Moore felt amused at the boy's reaction and couldn't help but smile.

"Tyler," Noah Moore said, "Come here, boy."

Tyler walked towards the man, even if he felt scared. For some reason, the man seemed like a gentleman and Tyler told himself it couldn't be worse than having been with Norman and his pals, sucking all of their cocks and swallowing all their cumloads as he was fucked in the ass.

When Tyler was standing in front of Noah Moore, the man turned him around and put his hands over the boy's shoulder as they both faced Norman.

"Go untroubled, my friend," Noah told Norman, "Your boytoy will be well cared for in my household."

"Thanks, Noah," Norman said, "I'll be going then."

Tyler saw as Norman and Brian were guided outside by William, and Noah Moore turned him around. The man knelt before him and looked him in the eye.

"Don't be afraid, Tyler," he said, "You'll have a wonderful time here."

"Thank you, sir," Tyler replied.

"Call me master."

"Yes, master."

The man walked with Tyler back into the library and was glad to see that Yegor had been removed. Boris was still inside the library waiting for his master.

"Boris," he said, "take young Tyler to our main guest room."

"Yes, master," the Russian butler said.

"Make sure Vlad prepares his bath and then get him comfortably in his bed."

"Yes, master."

"And, Boris?"

"Yes, master?"

"Will you see to Tyler's breakfast first thing in the morning?"

Boris nodded with a grin in his face, something that did not go unnoticed to young Tyler, but he didn't make a fuss. Boris took Tyler's hand and walked him to the main guest room. Tyler's mouth snapped open as he saw the place.

"Vlad will be here soon to prepare your bath, young master," Boris said and walked out.

The room was as elegant as the rest of the house and there was a huge bed in the middle of it. The décor reminded Tyler of the rooms of the manor in the Greystoke movie, a Tarzan filmed he'd seen with his dad a couple of months ago. It looked a lot like a rich manor bedroom with a carpet before the bed, a huge and antique chest of drawers, and a huge full body mirror. There was also a small wooden desk with a matching chair and fine red velvet curtains hung in which he imagined was the only window in the room.

Around five minutes later a new butler came in the room.

"Young master," he greeted and bowed, "I am Vlad."

Tyler couldn't help but notice that the man was very good looking. White but tanned, with a perfectly trimmed beard and short dark blonde hair. His eyes were blue and he had thick and perfectly outlined eyebrows.

"I'm here for your bath."

Tyler nodded. Vlad walked to the bathroom and prepared the tub with hot water as he asked Tyler to get naked.

"I can do that when you leave," Tyler said bravely.

"No, young master," Vlad said, "I need to bathe you or I will be severely punished by Master Noah. Can you undress or would you like me to help you, master?"

Tyler blushed at the suggestion and could not manage to reply. Seeing the boy's hesitation, Vlad knelt before him and started undoing the boy's jacket first. He then unbuttoned Tyler's pants and unzipped them. He lowered the boy's pants and asked him to move his legs up one at a time so he could take off his pants. Vlad grinned as he saw Tyler's beautiful legs as he took off the boy's socks.

He then asked young Tyler to pull his arms up and removed the boy's shirt. Tyler was the most perfect olive skinned boy Vlad had ever seen and had a pair of equally perfect nipples. They were a bit swollen, though, and Vlad imagined he'd been recently abused. Finally, Vlad pulled Tyler's briefs down only to see the most beautiful dark cock he'd ever seen… and in Master Moore's household, he had seen plenty of young cocks ranging from 7 to 13 year olders.

Vlad then took Tyler up as one would take a baby and walked inside the bathroom to deposit him on the tub.

Vlad took of his white jacket and his white gloves, and rolled his shirt's sleeves up. He asked Tyler to sink in the tub to wet his hair and then started shampooing it.

Tyler felt utterly relaxed as Vlad's hands massaged his head, the man was truly gifted!

Right after rinsing Tyler's hair, Vlad went down to soap the boy's body. He began on his chest and tummy.

"Your nipples are a bit swollen, young master," Vlad said, "I'm going to help you ease the pain."

Having said so, Vlad stood up, took a sort of ointment and putting some on the index and middle finger of both his hands, he knelt down next to the tub again and started rubbing the ointment on Tyler's dark nipples.

Tyler felt pleasure as Vlad's fingers massaged his little nipples, both of which became erect almost instantly. It was almost impossible to understand how, after he'd just been abused, his young body could still react in such a way and feel so much pleasure.

After rubbing his nipples, Vlad proceeded to bathing Tyler. He did take his time soaping the boy's cock and balls, as Tyler tried to think of something else feeling embarrassed at getting hard. Vlad pretended to not notice and kept working the boy's cock and balls right before he proceeded to washing Tyler's asshole, to which the boy responded by whimpering slightly.

"You like being rubbed in there, young master, don't you?" Vlad asked.

Tyler didn't know what to say, but Vlad started manipulating his ass and cock in a less discreet manner now.

"Please…" Tyler said, "please, stop."

Not only did Vlad not stop, but he also started working the teenage cock with a lot more enthusiasm as he pushed a finger up the boy's ass.

"Please…" Tyler whimpered, but his body was betraying him in every way possible.

Vlad continued to masturbate Tyler's cock as he fingered the boy's ass. It wasn't long before Tyler felt the first contraction on his crotch and started spurting inside the tub as he leaned his head against Vlad's shoulder.

"You are one healthy boy, young master," Vlad said, "Let's get you ready for bed."

Vlad asked Tyler to stand up so as to dry him. As he did so, he caught a furtive post cum droplet showing at the boy's piss slit and lapped it off.

"Healthy indeed," he said and grinned.

Once he'd dried Tyler, he took the boy back to the bedroom and moved the bedspreads aside, indicating Tyler to hop inside. When Tyler asked Vlad what he'd wear to sleep, the man informed him that in Mister Moore's household people wore no clothes for bed an covered Tyler with the spreads.

"Have a good night's sleep, young master," Vlad said and then walked outside locking the door.

***

Tyler could not remember having slept so well in a very long time. He woke up as he heard the lock to the bedroom's door open. It was Boris, holding a covered dish with his breakfast.

Noah Moore watched in delight as Boris entered the room through the peep hole conveniently hidden behind a painting. This was going to be good, so good his cock was already hard and drooling precum as he watched.

"Good morning, young master," Boris said, "I brought you breakfast."

The Russian butler removed the dish cover and Tyler opened his eyes in amazement as he looked upon the tray. There was a glass of orange juice and, over a fine china plate, Boris' throbbing erection oozing precum.

"Wha… what is this?" Tyler asked becoming pale.

"Breakfast, young master," Boris said grinning.

"This is… this…" Tyler stammered.

"I see," Boris said, "perhaps not good enough of a breakfast?"

Having said so, Boris rang a bell and, not two minutes later, three new butlers came in.

"You called, Boris?" A thin and dark haired butler with blue eyes asked.

"Yes, Matt," Boris replied, "Young Master Tyler thinks his breakfast is not good enough."

As Boris finished speaking, all three men unzipped their pants, letting their hard cocks show. All four of them brought their cocks to Tyler's face.

"Leave me alone!" Tyler shouted.

Boris grabbed Tyler's hair and pulled him towards his precum oozing cock.

"Master's orders," Boris said, "You could've had mine, but since you complained, it will have to be all four of us. Good boys should obey. Good boys should have their morning mlk."

Having said so, Boris pushed his cock inside Tyler's mouth. It was a thick cock, not very long but thick. His precum was of a strong flavor, and Tyler found himself sucking cock once again. Matt then pulled him towards his also oozing cock. His was thin but long, possibly 20 cm [8"], and uncut, with a red knob shaped cockhead.

The next one to force his cock upon Tyler was a short young man whom Boris called Gérard. His cock was also thick, probably the thickest of them all – possibly around 17 cm [7"] – with hard pulsating veins running all over his shaft. Last, but not least, was Ramón, a good looking latino with an uncut 20 cm [8"] rod. His cock was both long and thick, and thus the most difficult to suck.

All four men took their turn at Tyler's mouth, pushing their cocks mercilessly inside him. This was his second time sucking cock and once again it had been four different ones, each of them with its own distinct flavor. All four cocks were very close to his face, and while he sucked on one, the other three rubbed their ooze in Tyler's cheeks, chin or forehead.

Ramón was the first to announce his cumming, and Tyler was forced to swallow his copious and thick load. No sooner had Ramón finished than Gérard pushed his cock inside Tyler to cum as well. The next one was Matt, whose load was even larger than Ramón's and Gérard's.

The last one to cum was Boris, and having worked himself out since the previous night edging himself, he came the most copious load of them all. Tyler could not believe how much cum these men produced, but he swallowed their full loads, and did not feel hungry anymore.

Then, all four butlers made Tyler wipe their cocks clean.

"Your juice, young master," Boris said handing him the orange juice and Tyler drank it all in one gulp.

Two minutes later, all four men left the room leaving a shocked Tyler sitting on the bed with a vacant expression.

***

Noah Moore looked through the peep hole at the confused Tyler. It was going to be so much fun to have this kid, so much fun because he was still reluctant to sexual matters. His cock throbbed even more as he imagined the things he'd be able to do with young Tyler. But first, he did need to find a way to snatch if from Norman. Tyler had so much of a better future with him and Moore Manor, he was perfect to become one of his boytoys and he was so willing to get him for him.

He turned away from the peep hole and returned to the horse rack, where eleven year old Rajkumar waited for punishment properly tied up and gagged.

"So," Noah Moore said, "I'm told by your tutor that you refused to perform your urinal duties this morning… is that so?"

The boy nodded silently as tears ran down his face. The dark skinned boy from Indian ascent had barely been in Noah Moore's household for only three months now, but he knew Noah Moore could be as cruel as he was forgiving.

"Every single thing in this household depends on each one of us fulfilling his duties properly. You know each one of my boys is supposed to perform urinal duties twice a week. You were supposed to be on shift this morning, and by now you should've had at least all the butlers' piss inside you. Poor Silvester has had to double shift because of your disobedience, Rajkumar."

The boy was crying openly now and begging through his gag as Noah Moore spoke.

"Begging would do you no good, you should know that by now," Noah Moore said.

He picked up the flog and began with Rajkumar's punishment. The eleven year older screamed through the gag as the master punished him. Noah Moore was particularly vicious when disciplining his slaveboys, so he made sure that the flog landed not only on the boy's buttocks, but also on his balls, which were now raw.

"We are almost done now, Rajkumar," Noah Moore said placing the flog aside.

The next part of his punishment was lighter. Noah gave Rajkumar twenty hand slaps on his young balls to wrap it up. Once done, he rang the butler's bell and William stepped through the door. Noah Moore smiled, when it came to punishment, William was one of the most sadistic of his employees.

He ordered the butler to untie Rajkumar from the horse rack and bring him to his knees. When the boy was on his knees facing Noah Moore, the man unzipped his pants and pushed his cockhead inside the boy's mouth. William made sure the boy's head did not move as his master emptied his bladder in the boy's mouth.

Rajkumar's eyes watered as he swallowed the master's strong piss.

"Now, William," Noah Moore said when he was finished, "You're going to bring young Rajkumar to the cellar and make sure he remains there starting now.

"What time is his punishment to finish, Master?" the butler asked.

"I don't know. I'll let you know. By the way, make sure he's perfectly attached, I want his ass, cock and balls punished all the way through."

"Will do, master," the man said and left the room dragging young Rajkumar.

"Oh, William!" Noah Moore said, "Make sure all customers are given two cumplimentary drinks for every drink they order!"

William nodded and grinned. Giving customers free drinks would definitely ensure a hell of a day for Rajkumar at his post.

Noah Moore's cock had stiffened imagining young Rajkumar punished in the cellar. The cellar was positively one harsh punishment for a youngster. The cellar was a dark small room and one of its walls was on the other side of the men's room to Noah Moore's restaurant The Mirage.

The restroom at The Mirage had one long urinal for customers with just one drain pipe which came to the cellar. The elbow was removable, so, when one of Noah Moore's slaves was to be punished, a plastic pipe was plugged to the original drain pipe. This plastic tube was attached to a mask which was placed around the slave's face, giving him no other choice but to drink all the piss from the customers. And Noah Moore had ordered complimentary drinks for the customers, so Rajkumar was very likely to spend all his day drinking piss.

The boy was to be secured to the floor of the cellar, where shackles for wrists, ankles and neck had been placed years before. There were also leather straps to secure the boy's forehead, chest, forearms, waist and thighs, making it impossible for the slave boy to move. The punishment on the boy's ass and genitals depended on the man administering the punishment, so Noah Moore had no doubt Rajkumar would never miss his urinal duties again.

Next Tyler chapter

Characters: Sebastian (13yo), Robert Walker, Sebastian's father (40yo), George Hayes, school counselor (37yo), The man in the leather mask (?yo)

Sebastian opened his eyes thinking he'd fallen asleep, but soon he knew he hadn't. As he regained consciousness, he remembered hearing noises and peeking down the stairs. He tried to stand only to realize his hands had been tied at the wrists. He wasn't in his room. That much was clear. The room was barely illuminated by a bulb hanging from the ceiling. Was the place a basement? Maybe it was. He was about to ask for help, when he realized he had a ball gag in his mouth.

He tried and looked up and noticed he was tied from wrists and ankles as in an X position over an X structure… and naked, save for his tighty whiteys. His heart started beating faster at realizing he had become one of the men in his father's magazines. No, this wasn't happening! This had to be a bad dream. He wanted to be a doer, he wanted to be the one doing stuff to a tied man or woman. He didn't want to be them at all!

"Hello, Sebastian," a raspy, deep, guttural voice said, "I see you're awake now."

Sebastian wanted to complain, shout, say something, but the gag prevented him from.

"You've been a very, very naughty boy, Sebastian," the voice said, "And naughty boys need to be punished."

Sebastian wanted to say he hadn't been a naughty boy and shook his head.

"Oh, but you have!" the voice said, "Getting hard watching people being punished. Shame on you, Sebastian, shame on you!"

Suddenly, the man came into his field of vision. He was naked save for a leather mask over his face. Sebastian couldn't see in detail since the light bulb was over him. The man had a huge cock, veiny all over with a patch of jet black pubes crowning it. He was wearing a ring around his cock and balls, pretty much like the ones he'd seen in his dad's magazines.

The man approached Sebastian and ran a finger all over the boy's chest.

"Nice and soft," the man said.

Sebastian struggled against the ropes, but he had been masterfully strapped down.

The man's hands now freely roamed over his bare chest and stopped at his nipples. He circled them and caressed them, sending shivers down Sebastian's spine. He kept telling himself this wasn't happening when the man pinched both his nipples between thumbs and fingers. Sebastian moaned through his gag. The pinching was painful but his nipples became instantly hard.

"Mmmm," the man said, "those nipples enjoy some pain!"

Sebastian shook his head negatively, but the man didn't seem to care. He kept on pinching Sebastian's nipples mercilessly until he got tired of it and his nipples were two read and swollen knobs. He then moved his hand down and started caressing Sebastian's cock which was completely flaccid.

"This pecker might need some stimulation," the man said and ripped Sebastian's underwear open.

Sebastian felt his face blush at being exposed to this stranger and his dick hid a bit more. The man did not want his cock to be soft, though, and started manipulating the flaccid teen cock. With one of his hands he held Sebastian's cock and with the other he started peeling his foreskin back. Against Sebastian's will, his dick started swelling.

"You're getting into it now, Sebastian," the man said, "You are a naughty boy!"

Sebastian shook his head again. The man laughed a deep cavernous voice as he kept stimulating Sebastian's dick into getting completely hard. When the boy was finally hard, the man in the leather mask placed an adjustable cockring around the base of Sebastian's dick to prevent it from wilting. When he adjusted the band tight, Sebastian screamed through the gag.

"That is certainly a very small cock for someone so tall!" the man said and laughed.

Sebastian felt embarrassed as the man made reference to his tiny cock, but he wasn't guilty of being a late bloomer.

Once his cock had been secured, the man poured some sort of lubricant over the Sebastian's cock and then started rubbing the boy's cockhead.

Sebastian had masturbated several times over the past months, but his cock had never been manipulated by anybody else and he felt like his dick was on fire. The man didn't seem to want to stop and Sebastian felt the rubbing bringing him close to climaxing.

The man in the leather mask was not willing to let his new toy go to orgasm without paying for it, so he stopped his manipulations and slapped the 10 cm [4"] hard rod.

Sebastian wriggled as much as his restrains allowed him too as he felt his cock burn with the slap the man had given him. He thought his dick was going to wilt, but the cockring prevented it from doing so. Before he could react, the man started rubbing his cockhead again and Sebastian felt the horrible desperation of being stimulated and not being able to do anything about it. The man intensified the rubbing and Sebastian felt the throbbing of his cock announce his eminent cum.

The man stopped his rubbing and slapped Sebastian's cock again. Sebastian screamed through the gag.

"You're not allowed to cum unless I say you can!" the man said.

Having said so, the man moved on to caressing the boy's balls. He took both orbs and started first rubbing them and then slightly squeezed them. He felt the boy tremble as his balls were squeezed and the man felt delighted. The boy's cock throbbed and the man smiled to himself. He then slapped Sebastian's balls slightly as he rubbed on the teen cockhead.

Sebastian wriggled as his balls were slapped feeling a pain unlike any other combined with the ecstasy of his cockhead being rubbed.

The man knew what he was doing and he kept rubbing Sebastian's cockhead and slapping his balls. He needed to have Sebastian associate pleasure with pain; he wanted to make the boy understand that pain in his balls meant pleasure. It was the only way to make this boy his. When he felt Sebastian's cock get ready to spurt, he once again stopped and tightened the strap around the boy's cock.

Sebastian screamed against the gag once again, not understanding why he was denied the pleasure of cumming. He then saw the man bend down and approach his chest. With no previous notice, the man started licking on Sebastian's left nipple. The boy groaned as the man's tongue danced around his nipple which was now completely hardened.

Once he'd made the boy's nipple hard, the man started sucking and biting hard on it. Sebastian groaned through the gag. The man then switched to Sebastian's right nipple and repeated the operation. As he worked the boy's nipples, he went back to stimulating Sebastian's cock.

Sebastian groaned again with both pain and pleasure, but his torture was far from over.

"I think this punishment is not enough," the man said and walked away from the boy.

Sebastian tried to see what was going to happen, but his head's movement was limited. Two minutes later the man came back holding a blindfold. Sebastian got even more scared as he didn't know what the man was planning on doing and yelled through the gag once again.

The man felt his own cock throb as Sebastian struggled against his bindings now blindfolded. He walked between Sebastian's legs and pouring lubricant over his fingers, he caressed the boy's asshole. That elicited a groan from the boy and the man didn't know whether it was out of helplessness or pleasure. He pushed a finger up the boy's ass and a new grunt came. It was so tight the man felt his cock throb again. He then pushed a second finger and Sebastian groaned again.

Sebastian was overwhelmed by every single sensation his brain was trying to register. The man's fingers were now freely moving around his ass as if searching for something. Not more than a minute had passed when Sebastian discovered what the man was looking for as ripples of pleasure invaded his body at the spot the man was now rubbing.

The man stimulated Sebastian's prostate for a while before he moved on. The next thing in store was an electric buttplug he couldn't wait to try on Sebastian. He lubricated the item and pushed it ever so slowly on the boy's ass.

Sebastian grunted at the new invasion of his before tonight virgin hole. He wasn't sure what he was being inserted, but what he'd seen in his father's magazines had come true, he was being fucked in the ass! But that wasn't all, his whole midsection contracted as he felt an electric shock up his ass. The pain was now nothing comparable to the pleasure he felt as the thing kept zapping his ass at regular intervals and he hated the fact that his cock was strapped ever so tight not allowing him to climax.

The man knew the time had come for him to unload his balls, so he moved towards Sebastian's face and removed the gag.

"God, God, God!" was all Sebastian could muster.

Not wanting to lose more time, the man placed his throbbing red mushroom sized cockhead against the boy's mouth and commanded.

"Suck!"

Without allowing the boy to react, he pushed his cock inside the boy's mouth.

Sebastian felt the huge meat push inside his mouth and relaxed. The flavor wasn't particularly bad, though he would've never imagined he would've ended up sucking another man's cock, let alone one as big as this. The precum oozing from the man's pee slit was salty, but he also found he didn't dislike the flavor either. As the man fucked his face and the plug zapped his insides, Sebastian started feeling his own orgasm building up.

The time had come for the man to turn Sebastian into his very own slave. As he pumped his cock in and out of the boy's mouth, he increased the amperage of the power box and Sebastian's ass was zapped with more constant and stronger shocks. With an uncanny ability and without removing his cock from the boy's face, he unstrapped the boy's cock and started slapping the young tender balls.

Sebastian was in hell, in a combination of the uttermost pleasure and the most unbearable pain as his balls were slapped and his ass was zapped. Entranced in his own ecstasy of pain and pleasure, Sebastian was taken by surprise as the man's first rope of cum erupted in the back of his throat and he swallowed. The second and third shots he swallowed again now tasting cum for the very first time in his life. As the fourth spurt was shot inside his mouth and his balls were slapped even harder, his own cum erupted all over his stomach. Jet after jet of his teen cum bathed his stomach as his mouth was filled with the man's juice.

When he was done cumming, the man withdrew his cock from Sebastian's mouth and ordered him to lick his cock clean. The boy did as commanded and the man turned to look at the boy's cum-covered stomach. He smiled to himself knowing his goal had been achieved; the boy had cum through anal electro stimulation as his balls were slapped to madness.

The man bent down and started licking Sebastian's cum from the boy's stomach. Free of the gag, Sebastian moaned as the man licked his teen cum. The man went down and started licking Sebastian's cock clean.

"Stop, please, stop!" he said as the man in the leather mask kept sucking his cock.

"You are now mine," the man said as he placed a wet rag over his face.

Sebastian wanted to ask the man so many questions, but his eyelids started feeling heavy and, against his own will, he faded out of consciousness.

***

The alarm clock said 9:00 am when Sebastian opened his eyes. He was comfortably sleeping in his bed wearing the exact same clothes he'd been wearing the night before as he'd gone upstairs.

So, it was a dream, he thought feeling relieved.

He moved the spreads aside and as he sat down, a dull pain in his ass made him lie flat on the bed again. He twisted his body so he could look at his butt and reached with his right hand. When he touched around at his underwear, he noticed something that was not supposed to be there. He placed his hand inside his underwear and felt something plastic, or rubber.

What the…

He stood from the bed and pulled his underwear down to find two things. First, there was something stuck up his ass.

Second, there was a funny contraption placed over his dick with a note hanging from it. The thing started as a ring that was secured around his cock and balls. It had a curved thin metal bar with which it was attached to a smaller ring that was locked around the base of his cock shaft. The thin metal bar continued to a yet smaller ring that was locked under his cockhead. The creepiest part of it all, was that the metal bar curved down and had a tiny hole right over his pee hole… He wondered what that hole was for.

He pulled the note attached to the metal case it and read it.

Bet you thought you had dreamt it. Well, you didn't. You're mine. So is your cock and that's why it's been caged so you can't use it without my permission.

The note was signed, The man in the leather mask.

Things felt surreal all of a sudden. So he hadn't dreamed about it and now he had a metal thing so as to prevent him from touching his cock. What was he supposed to do? His dad was away and now he wasn't going to be able to touch himself at all! The irony of it all!

He walked to the bathroom awkwardly since he had a thing up his ass, because he seriously needed to take a leak. He peed and right after he took a squatting position. He felt around his ass and realized there was a sort of rubber disc, which he started pulling.

The first thing he felt was pain and he realized there was something thick inside him. He pulled the thing as he pushed out, as if he were taking a dump. After some minutes of effort and pain, the thing finally came out.

Sebastian looked with curiosity at the first butt plug he'd ever seen. It didn't look particularly thick, but up his ass it had felt enormous. Maybe because of the shape of it. His ass felt weird now that he'd removed the thing. He opened the shower and put the thing there so as to wash it as he showered.

He was desperate to touch his cock but the thing prevented him from. He finished showering and then went back to his room to get dressed. As he put his underwear, the phone rang. He walked to his father's bedroom, where the extension was.

"Hello?" he said.

"Hello, Sebastian," the deep voice said.

"Who are you?" Sebastian asked, "What do you want?"

"You know who I am," the man replied, "I'm your owner. As for what I want, you know that too…"

"You can't do this to me!"

"Do what, Sebastian?"

"This!" he replied, "I'm telling my dad!"

There was a cavernous laughter on the other side of the phone right before the man spoke again, "And what exactly are you gonna tell your dad, Sebastian? That I made you squirm and cum in pleasure as I owned you? Or perhaps you want to tell him how hard you came as I slapped your balls to madness while you swallowed all my cum?"

"… "

"Right," the man said, "there's nothing you can say. Plus, how will you remove the cock cage if I have the only key to its lock? Are you willing to let your dad see your cock cage so he can force it open?"

"Why are you doing this?" Sebastian said whimpering.

"Because I can," the man said, "and because I like sweet perverted boys like you."

"I'm not perverted!" Sebastian shouted.

"Oh, you are!" the man said, "Boys don't cum when their balls are slapped hard!"

Sebastian was now openly crying over the phone as the man spoke.

"Under your pillow there's a tube of lubricant. Tonight, around eight, I want you to lube the little present I left inside your ass last night and plug it back in…"

"… "

"Sebastian, are you listening?" the man said, an edge of anger to his voice.

"Yes…" Sebastian said shyly.

"Plug your hole at eight pm. And then lie down in your bed face downwards with no underwear. I want you nice and ready…"

"Ready, for what?" Sebastian asked.

But the man had already hung up. Sebastian pulled down his underwear and started fighting with his chastity device, to no avail. He was scared and he started crying again. Who was this man and why was he tormenting him this way?

Next Sebastian chapter

Characters: Stephen (12yo), Three (28yo), Seven (22yo), Doctor Summers (40yo), Mister X (? yo), Brother Alpha (37yo), Brother Echo (40yo), Brother Sierra (34yo), Brother Tango (32yo), Brother Whiskey (36yo), Nineteen (14yo), Seventeen (16yo), Twenty (13yo)

Once Stephen was once again washed and scrubbed in cold water by Three and Seven, Nineteen approached and gave him a hot steaming cup to drink from. Not five minutes had passed, when he started feeling sleepy and tired and drifted off.

When Stephen woke up, he found himself strapped to a table and realized his whole ordeal had not been a nightmare. His whole body had been restrained and he tried to pull himself free of his bindings, to no avail. Tears welled up on his eyes.

Stephen wanted to ask what was going on, but his mouth had been gagged once again. The man came into his field of vision and Stephen saw him. He didn't seem old, but he was extremely thin and pale, conditions which made him seem sinister. He had an aquiline nose and dark hair, slightly graying on the temples.

"Good thing you're awake now, Twenty-Seven," the man said as he removed the boy's gag, "I'm Doctor Summers."

Doctor Summers took a hold of Stephen's cock and started manipulating it. That was the moment when young Stephen realized he was naked.

"Stop it!" Stephen said.

The man did not react to Stephen's demand and continued to manipulate the young cock. He peeled the foreskin back and once the cockhead was out, the man rubbed a weird ointment on it. Almost instantly, Stephen's cock went rock hard.

"Why… why are you doing this?" Stephen asked.

"I need to see your cumload," the man said for an answer.

Stephen was not sure what the man was referring to as he said cumload, but he figured it had to do with sex. Without further warning, the man slid a plastic tube over Stephen's cock.

"This is a vaccum pump," the man offered, "and it will help me try your endurance."

The man went away and Stephen shuddered as the vaccuum pump – as the man had called it – started moving up and down sucking at his cock.

"Stop, please, stop!" Stephen said unable to say anything else.

He struggled against the straps, but he was so well secured that he knew he would never be able to get away from that table.

"Please, sir, please!" Stephen pleaded, "Please let me go! I won't tell, please let me go!"

For an answer, the man tapped some buttons and the pump started going at a faster rate. Stephen felt things he'd never experienced before as the pump worked its way up and down his cock. There was a funny feeling in his crotch but he was also scared as hell.

"Please, sir, please!" he pleaded once again, "Please, make it stop, please!"

When the complaining had turned too loud, the man walked all the way to Stephen and slapped him really hard across the cheek. Stephen complained once again and a new slap came to his other cheek.

"Let me go!" Stephen complained and received a new slap.

"This is not stopping and you are not going anywhere, Twenty-Seven," the man said, "and every new complain will bring a new slap. So, are you gonna stay quiet or should I slap you again?"

Stephen did not reply but tears were freely running down his cheeks.

"Please…" Stephen said shyly and his face was crossed by yet another slap.

The man changed the speed on the pump once again, and the funny feelings in Stephen's crotch intensified. He wanted to ask the man to stop once again, but he knew he would be slapped again and he didn't want to be slapped. The feelings on his young dick had now taken over and Stephen noticed how his midsection started contracting.

"What… what…?" he said unable to voice his shock.

The man laughed as Stephen experienced his first orgasm. The pump at full speed now sent the boy into an unimaginable orgasm and the man looked satisfied as the boy's juices started going inside the cum collector.

Stephen was moaning repeatedly not really understanding what was happening to his body, but completely shocked at how much pleasure he felt as his dick unloaded. Unable to process the feelings of pleasure mixed with his fear, Stephen started whimpering which earned him a new hard slap across the face.

Stephen started experiencing a slight discomfort as the pump kept moving up and down his cock shaft. The speed had been reduced, but the man didn't seem to want to stop it at all.

"Young and healthy boys like you should be able to produce more than that if properly stimulated, Twenty-Seven," Doctor Summers said.

With the pump running at a slow pace, Doctor Summers started fondling Stephen's balls. The boy was certainly well endowed for his age, not many times had Doctor Summers seen a twelve year older with a genitalia which would've matched better with a college student. The man took his time caressing the boy's balls tenderly, moving them around, caressing them, slightly tugging at them.

Stephen sobbed as the pump continued to go up and down his cock, the vacuum producing a most pleasurable feeling of suction around his teen and before today virgin tool. As he fondled Stephen's balls, Doctor Summers switched the speed of the pump to force a second orgasm out of the boy.

Stephen felt the funny contractions in his midsection again and he was soon cumming for the second time.

"A very nice amount of cum for a second load, Twenty-Seven!" Doctor Summers said, "Let's see how that tender cock is faring."

Ever so carefully, the man removed the pump and looked around the boy's cock, now slightly irritated. But he was not planning on stopping. Instead, he started polishing the young knob using what little of his own cum had remained on the cockhead.

"No, no, no, please!" Stephen said, "It's too much… I can't… can't…"

Instead of stopping, the man intensified the rubbing of the boy's tender cockhead as he started playing with Stephen's balls. The man was ever so glad that he was The House's physician, he got to do physicals in every single slave at least twice a month, and he knew he was going to enjoy this new boy particularly.

Once he'd had some fun with the boy's cock, he placed the pump back again at a regular speed.

"No, please, no!" Stephen said, "I can't take it anymore!"

"Oh, Twenty-Seven," Doctor Summers said, "Real milking begins after the third load. We're not even halfway through!"

As he said so, Doctor Summers brought the speed up and moved up to work on the boy's nipples.

"Oh, gaaaawwwwd!" Stephen said realizing he was very sensitive in the nipples as well.

Doctor Summers switched the pump to top speed as he pinched, twisted and licked on Stephen's hardened little pink knobs. Before he realized, Stephen was shooting his third load under the perverted doctor's ministrations.

"I think you can still go further," Doctor Summers said.

The man then walked away from Stephen and turned the lights off on his way out.

"Hello?" Stephen said, "Hello?"

But there was no reply at all. He started screaming for help, hoping someone would listen, but apparently nobody did. The pump started switching speeds every certain time and Stephen found himself experiencing the funny feelings in his dick again. Being left alone in the dark, Stephen became more aware of the workings of his body as he trembled under the movement of the pump. His midsection was contracting again and he realized his balls were doing the same. And then it happened again, he felt how the fluid was being expelled from his dick once again.

The pump switch speeds going back to slow once again. Stephen couldn't believe the thing was not stopping and started screaming again for help, asking someone to please stop his predicament. The room, however, remained in silence and darkness, and the pump kept moving up and down his shaft.

He came a fourth time.

The pump kept moving up and down and his dick was now feeling sore. Stephen found that he couldn't scream for help anymore, his throat now completely sore. He was now whimpering at his predicament, his brain completely confused between the pleasurable feelings given to him every time he came and the fear of not knowing what was to become of him. His cock was already hurting.

He came a fifth time.

And a sixth.

He had no idea how much time had passed, when Doctor Summers returned, turning the lights back on.

"Well, well," he said, "it looks like that young pecker of yours has had lots of fun today!"

Stephen wanted to ask the man to stop, but he didn't find it in himself to beg again… and he certainly did not want to be slapped again. Once thing was for sure, these men were accustomed to having their way and Stephen would achieve nothing by complaining.

Doctor Summers approached Stephen and unattached the vacuum pump. Stephen's young cock wilted almost immediately.

"Is that a good load or what?" Doctor Summers said, "You're such a stud!"

A second man came in the room that very moment.

"Doctor Summers," he said, "how is Twenty-Seven fairing?"

"So far so good, Mister X," the doctor replied, "Look at his load."

"Interesting," the man said.

Stephen could not look at the man from his vantage point, but he imagined he was in charge. He was a very tall man all dressed in black. His voice was deep and somewhat soothing, though Stephen couldn't see the man's face. The man walked towards the table in which Stephen was strapped down and ran his hand over the boy's chest. He stopped to caress Stephen's virgin nipples and rubbed them in a way they became hard almost instantly.

Stephen started whimpering once again.

"Why are you crying boy?" Mister X asked.

Stephen didn't know whether to answer, fearing one more slap coming his way.

"You can answer, boy," Mister X said, "I asked you a question and thus you are allowed to speak."

Instead of answering, Stephen started crying, his tears running freely down his cheeks. Mister X ran his hand over Stephen's chest and to his private parts. He caressed the boy's raw cock and fondled his balls as well.

"Doctor Summers," the man said, "Please take Twenty-Seven out of his restrains and have Nineteen get him groomed. I'd like to see him in my quarters after dinner."

"Yes, Mister X," the doctor replied.

Mister X then bent down and whispered in Stephen's ear, "Don't worry, boy, I'm here to help you. You are safe now."

Stephen started crying more openly now as the man kissed him in the lips before leaving the room. Doctor Summers then approached the boy and squeezed his nipples hard.

"Life in here can be so very rewarding Twenty-Seven," Doctor Summers said as he injected the boy with a sedative, "You just have to learn how to behave."

Stephen wasn't very sure what the man said last, for he started feeling deeply asleep.

***

When Stephen woke up, he found himself standing. He was blindfolded so he couldn't really see were he was, but his arms were high over his head. As he tried to move them, the sound of chains echoed through the place. He tried and move his legs and noticed they had been sort secured in an A shape. As he tried to move, a sharp pain tugged at his ballsac. His scream was muffled by the ball gag he'd been placed over his mouth.

"I see someone is awake now," he heard a voice and recognized it as Brother Echo's, the man who had so willingly punished his young balls.

He tried and say something, but it was unintelligible since he was gagged.

"That's right, Twenty-Seven!" Brother Echo said, "you can't speak as of now. You have been ball gagged, as you might have guessed."

Stephen grunted.

"Brothers," Brother Echo said, "Twenty-Seven is now fully awake."

Stephen heard laughter around, but he couldn't guess how many men were now in the room.

"My, my!" Brother Alpha said, "his balls look so beautifully purple with the weight of the bucket, Brother Echo. Your idea?"

Stephen froze cold when he heard the voice of whom he recognized as brother Alpha.

So the pain had to do with a bucket hanging from his balls? To what end? Why would anyone want to hang a bucket from someone's balls? Especially someone with such young and tender balls like himself? These men we sick, so very sick!

"Guilty as charged!" Brother Echo replied as he knelt next to Stephen and slapped the boy's balls ever so slightly.

Stephen screamed through the gag in agony as someone – he couldn't really tell who – joined Brother Echo and both men continued to lightly slap his young balls, one at the front, one at the back as if they were playing ping pong. At the same time, someone kicked the bucket, and the movement made his balls hurt even more.

"Brothers," Brother Alpha said asked, "I don't know you, but I really think I need to take a piss!"

"That does sound like a good idea, brother," someone replied.

Stephen didn't understand what was going on, until he started to hear the distinct flow of people urinating. It was a few seconds later when he realized all were pissing on the bucket hanging from his young balls.

"It's so good our bladders are so full," Brother Tango said and laughed, "Those balls truly need some stretching!"

As the men continued to pee, Stephen felt how the bucket continued to get heavier and heavier until the pain in his balls was almost unbearable, but the golden flow did not seem to stop. He groaned and begged through the gag, but the men wouldn't stop.

"Maybe we should release the bucket now," one of the brothers said, but Stephen couldn't recognize the voice, "His balls are way too stretched. Unless we want him to lose his testicles!"

Stephen kept begging and tears were now rolling down his cheeks. He could not understand how these men could enjoy his pain, the pain of a rather young boy who messed with no one and minded his own business.

"I think we need to take his mind off of the pain in his balls, don't you agree, brothers?" Brother Alpha asked.

"I think you're right," Brother Whiskey said, "but I think we should remove the gag first. I find begging very appealing."

Stephen felt as the gag was removed and after coughing he yelled.

"Stop, please! My balls hurt!"

His face was met by a very hard slap.

"Please!" he yelled.

Stephen was shivering now, not knowing what was to come next. His curiosity was satisfied almost instantly. Two brothers got busy licking at his young and tender nipples which hardened in a flash. Not a minute into the licking, he felt a sharp pain in his right nipple.

"Aaaargghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" he screamed, "Take it off, take it off, take it off!"

"Nice choice of a nipple clamp, Brother Echo," Brother Tango said ignoring the boy's cries of pain.

"Let's place the left one before the nipple goes soft again," Brother Echo said.

The same kind of pain was shot through his left nipple.

"Take it off, please take it off, it hurts, it hurts!" Stephen screamed but the men only laughed.

Once both clamps were in place, the men started playing with the things reviving the pain every time they did. Stephen had almost forgotten the pain in his balls when someone kicked the bucket again. Stephen screamed again as pain shot from his balls to his brain.

All of a sudden, a new and unbearable pain shot through his balls as the bucket was removed. Stephen only managed to scream what sounded more like the growl of an animal in pain. But before he could recover, his balls were slapped in a rapid succession by several hands. The pain was so much, Stephen peed all over the place.

"Boys shouldn't piss without permission," Brother Alpha said.

Stephen then felt a sharp pain on his cock as it was given one hard stroke of the cane and screamed again. Then a second stroke. Then a third.

"Please, please!" he whimpered but he was already losing his voice because of all the screaming.

Then the man punishing him started alternating the cane between his cock and his balls. Stephen didn't think he could stand this torture for longer.

"Stop! Stop!" he said, "I wanna see Mister X!"

Brother Alpha approached Stephen from behind.

"Why, Twenty-Seven?" the man said, "Did he promise you'd be safe? Did he promise to take care of you?"

Stephen started whimpering.

"Well, unfortunately for you, Twenty-Seven, Mister X had to leave town in a hurry. So, you're in our hands now."

"You're lying, you're lying!" Stephen screamed with what little voice he had left.

"And I don't like sissies!" Brother Alpha said and resumed the caning of Twenty-Seven's genitals.

The caning was too much. Cock. Balls. Cock. Balls. Cock. Balls. He cried and moaned and cried, but he could do nothing to stop the men from hurting him.

When the canning finally stopped, someone moved a leaver and Stephen fell flat to the floor.

"You're so pathetic, Twenty-Seven," Brother Alpha said and then ordered Nineteen to remove the boy from his sight.

Twenty-Seven cried as he was dragged outside the room. He knew his life as a family boy had come to an end.

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