Yaro Minnaar

Boys
Road to the Abyss

PART FOUR

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, Leonard's boyfriend, the Shaggy (26yo)

Leonard was seriously considering talking to the police about his brother being missing, but he didn't know where to begin. First, he'd waited some days since Ethan had gone missing. Second, he had the Beta tapes of his brother being used by his captors. Third and most important, Herbie had mentioned he'd been recorded wanking off to his brother's predicament.

He somehow kept telling himself his brother was not in any feasible danger, save for being sexually used. As he thought of the fact that Ethan had been sexually abused these past days, he felt his own cock twitch. Was he really that fucked up that the sole idea of Ethan being abused made him rock hard? He came to the conclusion that he was. And even though he knew that was seriously screwed, he couldn't stop thinking about Ethan being taken.

He was so consumed with his thoughts that he almost missed the doorbell. When it rang for the third time, he ran downstairs and opened in a rush. No, there wasn't a package. This time, it was Herbie himself standing before him.

"Hello, babe," Herbie said.

Leonard couldn't even react and the man just pushed him aside and came inside the apartment closing the door behind him. He walked to the living room and dropped himself on the love seat.

"Herb… What the hell?" Leonard asked.

"Just felt like dropping by and check in on you. Are you doing fine? I heard your little brother is missing."

"Herb, that's not funny," Leonard said getting angry.

"It's hilarious!" Herbie said and laughed.

"So," Leonard say, "What do you want anyway?"

"I was thinking on arranging a visit to Norman's. I'm assuming you want to see your little brother, am I right?"

Leonard nodded not really sure of what Herbie had in mind, but he had a very good idea of what the man was capable of now that he'd seen the tapes the man had made of little Ethan.

"Come on, babe!" Herbie said, "Switch that face! Ethan's perfectly fine and you pretty well know it, if anything, he's been having all the fun he'd never had before."

"Herb, what you've done…"

"Makes you rock hard," Herbie finished for him, "look at your crotch…"

Herbie wasn't lying, Leonard's cock had gone stiff as he talked to his boyfriend. The man asked him to come outside, where he had the car ready to take him to see Ethan. Leonard followed Herbie and jumped in the car. Two men were there in the back seat, two of the men who appeared in his brother's videos, the chub and the redhaired.

"I believe you know Barry and Lucas," Herbie said.

Leonard nodded and looked at the men as Lucas produced a blindfold.

"Sorry, man," Lucas said as he blindfolded the seventeen year older, "precautions need to be taken."

Leonard nodded and let the man blindfolded him just as Herbie started the car.

***

Ethan had been bathed and perfumed and dressed in a neat wonderful soccer outfit. He was neatly tied to a chair by the wrists, elbows, knees and ankles and had also been blindfolded. Norman and Nathan were happily entertained, the first one stimulating Ethan through his soccer shorts, the second one shoving his cock up Ethan's mouth.

"Man, I don't think I'll ever get tired of this mouth!" Nathan said and laughed.

"He certainly has improved at cocksucking as any good cock whore should!" Norman said and laughed as well.

"I think he does like our cocks!"

"Oh you bet!" Norman said, "look at his lovely teen noodle hard and drooling. His shorts have this wonderful precum stain, can you see it from your angle?"

"You're right!" Nathan replied, "He was certainly born for sexual servitude!"

Ethan tried to complain but his mouth was stuffed with Nathan's gorgeous cock. It was true that the boy had seriously become real good at cocksucking, but it was no surprise considering the boy had been abducted around five days before and most of what he'd been doing was cocksucking and being fucked in the ass. It would've been ridiculous if they boy hadn't become at least moderately good at it.

The door opened and in came Herbie, Lucas and Barry. All three men brought Leonard in the room. Leonard, Ethan's older brother, had been tied by the wrists and gagged, so he couldn't speak at all. Nathan and Norman grinned evilly as Leonard was brought in knowing exactly what Herbie had in mind as they saw the gag on the athletic boy.

"Hey, Ethan!" Herbie said coming in, "We have one new treat for you! We do remember how much you enjoyed sucking and being fucked by Jason and his friend Brian."

Ethan kind of said something though being stuffed in the mouth, it was most definitely unintelligible. Leonard was shocked as he was dragged to where his brother was tied. Herbie unzipped Leonard's pants and took the boy's cock out. As expected, Leonard's cock was hard and drooling even though he was very close to being forced into incestuous sex with his little brother.

Nathan removed his cock from Ethan's mouth and Herbie pushed Leonard's cock inside the boy's mouth. Ethan had become good at receiving a cock for the first time in his mouth. He found this cock particularly clean and realized the guy was not like the other's he'd been forced to suck. He licked the guy's pee slit and tasted the man's precum, which he also found not particularly distasteful.

"How do you like this cock, Ethan?" Herbie asked squeezing Leonard's ball to madness as the seventeen year older was blown by his younger brother, "Is it good for you?"

"Mm hmm," Ethan moaned and nodded.

Leonard whimpered as his brother admitted to liking his thick and uncut rod. He groaned through the gag as Ethan blew his cock, realizing his little brother was definitely good at giving head, not that Leonard had much experience since he had been blown by basically three people in his life. But Ethan was definitely good at it, making Leonard's cock drool even more. The fact that his little brother was sucking his cock was giving Leonard one sick and perverted feeling of utter lust even if he kept on fighting.

"He's a great little cocksucker, now, isn't he?" Herbie whispered to Leonard's ears as he squeezed the boy's balls.

Lucas and Barry opened Leonard's shirt and were now busy rubbing the boy's nipples. They would rub and then pinch, and rub and pinch, and rub and pinch. The nipple torment, along with the ball abuse and his brother's mouth, were driving Leonard nuts.

Norman had moved Ethan's soccer short to the side so as to continue to stimulate the boy's pubescent cock, which was now completely wet in the boy's own juices. Norman started freely polishing Ethan's cockhead using the boy's slime and Ethan felt immediately over-excited as his cock was worked. The one thing he had truly enjoyed since being captured, was being stimulated into orgasm.

"I have a truly wonderful surprise for you Ethan," Herbie said using his left hand to rub Leonard's lovely looking butt as Ethan kept sucking his older brother.

Ethan nodded but was now in that ecstasy zone where his main attention was focused on the feelings being caused by Norman to his young cock, the lovely cock that had gotten him into this predicament in the first place. He felt how his blindfold was being removed and he opened up his eyes, seeing first the cock he had been pleasuring for some minutes now. As his eyes naturally moved up he saw… his brother!

Leonard looked at his brother, shame all over his face as his brother worked his cock with his lovely tiny mouth. Shame or not, Leonard's cock went harder as his brother became aware of the incestuous fellatio and against his own rational thoughts, he felt his cock throb announcing the close arrival of his orgasm.

Herbie removed Leonard's gag now that Ethan had been disclosed the identity of the man he was blowing.

"I'm sorry, kiddo!" Leonard said as his cock erupted copiously in his brother's mouth, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"

Ethan felt the first volley of Leonard's cum shot inside his mouth and shivered as Norman rubbed his young pink cockhead, bringing him very close to orgasm, but expertly not bringing him completely there. Ethan could not believe he was blowing his brother, but the evidence he was swallowing as Leoanard's cum flow did not seem to be diminishing.

"Your brother has been so eager to have you, Ethan, that just a little bit of sucking and he's cum like an amateur!" Herbie said squeezing Leonard's balls and the laughed.

Leonard started whimpering as his orgasm subsided. Now that he ahd cum, he started feeling dirty after having been blown by his little brother. The situation of the past days suddenly fell over his shoulders like a ton of bricks.

"Oh, c'mon Leonard!" Herbie said and laughed, "Your little brother just gave you a wonderful blowjob and all you can manage to do is cry? Don't be such a pussy!"

"You know what?" Herbie said, "Ethan just totally drank your cum. It would only be fair to reciprocate!"

"Oh, no!" Leonard said, "P-please… Herb… d-don't…"

Lucas forced Leonard to his knees as the seventeen year older now openly whimpered, tears rolling down his cheeks.

"I'm sorry, Ethan, I'm sorry!" he said once and again.

"It's o-ooooookaaaaaaaaaaay!" Ethan said as Leonard engulfed his cock in his mouth.

Ethan couldn't believe how good it felt to have his brother's mouth around his young cock. Truth was he'd been blown by all the men present in the room, but being blown by his older brother… there was no way to describe what Ethan was feeling, he felt, once again, used, degraded. He also felt… horny beyond belief. He couldn't believe it was his big brother sucking his cock.

Why does it feel so good? he asked himself as Leonard pleasured him with his mouth.

Norman was now rubbing Ethan's hole as his older brother sucked the boy for the very first time. Ethan was in an ecstasy he couldn't even begin to explain to himself. For the past days he'd been used over and over and over by these men, but being tied and forced to do things with his older brother who was also tied… was it that much of a turn on?

Barry and Lucas moved towards Ethan offering their cocks for the boy to suck them and they didn't have to ask twice. Ethan opened his mouth wide to suck on both cockheads simultaneously. Something in a very dark place in his mind made Ethan feel a pleasure unlike any he'd experienced so far as his brother gave him a blowjob. He sucked savagely on Barry's cock and then Lucas' and back again as he felt his brother's velvety lips blowing his young rod.

Norman had pushed two fingers up Ethan's ass and the prostatic massage was making Ethan go insane with pleasure. The boy moved his hips in a daze as he was attacked on all fronts. Maybe he was a little cock slutt, as he'd been called many times. Maybe he even liked being a little cock slut. Maybe, as Norman said, he'd been born to suck cocks and being fucked.

His lovely rod started spurting his teen cum just as Barry was unloading inside the boy's mouth. He was more than accustomed to Barry's heavy loads and he swallowed with no problem whatsoever. Lucas then came in Ethan's mouth as well, giving the boy more of the man milk he had grown accustomed to by now.

Leonard's cock was rock hard as his beloved little brother spurted all his cum inside his mouth. He couldn't believe he was still so hard when he'd just cum a bit before being sucked by Ethan, but sucking his little brother had made his cock stay rock hard. Herbie's and Nathan's abuse pinching his nipples and squeezing and slapping his balls had a lot to do with his non-receding erection.

Lucas and Barry started untying Ethan from his position. When he was free of his bindings, Ethan was made to kneel.

"Ethan," Herbie said laughing, "Your perverted older brother is still hard as a horse!"

"H-he is…" the boy said looking at Herbie with half closed eyes, the after taste of Lucas strong cum still in his mouth.

"Maybe…" Herbie said making Leonard stand up from his position, "Maybe Leonard's cock need more attention, don't you think Ethan?"

The boy nodded looking at his brother and grabbing the young man's cock.

"No, please, please…" Leonard said completely blushed as his brother played with his cock with his soft white lovely little hands.

"Do you want me to suck his cock again, Herbie?" Ethan asked in his lovely twelve year old voice and licked his lips as he continued to rub Leonard's cock up and down.

"I don't know… What do you say, Leonard? Do you want your little brother to suck your cock again?" Herbie asked slapping Leonard's ass while Ethan squeezed Leonard's hard throbbing thick 18 cm [7"] cock.

"Please, please…" he said whimpering.

"I think your brother's cock need something a bit more substantial than a blowjob, aren't I right, Leo, baby?" Herbie asked.

Ethan didn't even have to be instructed. He stood from his position and bent down presenting his older brother his lovely pubescent pink and beautiful asshole. Leonard gasped and whimpered as Ethan very willingly presented his ass for his brother to take it even spreading his lovely round buttcheeks.

Herbie approached Leonard's cockhead to Ethan's chute and started rubbing it in circles.

"Please, Herbie, Please!" Leonard begged.

Ethan wiggled his ass as Herbie rubbed Leonard's slimy cockhead to the boy's chute.

Herbie found himself wondering if Ethan had finally given in to his own secret desires, if the job they were doing for him to become a cock slut was coming to an end. The boy was definitely not complaining anymore and he could suck cock and swallow cum any time of day. Then they'd have a boy for a very long time, but he was probably thinking ahead.

Unable to wait anymore, Leonard pushed his midsection ahead and his cockhead popped inside Ethan's asshole. Ethan grunted as the thick head invaded his insides, but didn't even buckle. He had taken all those cocks so he could take his brother's up the ass. He wanted to take his brother's up the ass. He couldn't wait to be fucked by Leonard. He wanted to be fucked by his older brother.

"F-fuck… me…" he whispered in his sweet voice.

"What did you say, Ethan?" Herb asked.

"N-no… nothing…" Ethan replied as his brother pushed a bit more of his cock assisted by his depraved boyfriend Herbie.

"You know I hate being lied to!" Herbie said slapping Ethan's buttcheeks three times in a row and then asked again, "So, what did you say, Ethan?"

"I-I said…"

"Yes?"

"F-fuck me…" he said, "I said fuck me…"

"Do you want your brother to fuck you?" Herbie asked, "Is that what you want?"

"Uh huh," Ethan said pushing himself against Leonard's cock and eliciting a moan from his older brother.

"Tell him, so he won't be worried anymore," Herbie said now fingering Leonard's ass as the seventeen year older buried his cock in Ethan's ass up to the hilt.

"I want you to fuck me, Leonard!" he said.

"Brother," Herbie said, "Say brother."

"I want you to fuck me, brother!" Ethan said.

It was just more than Leonard could take and he started thrusting his cock inside Ethan's lovely ass. Leonard found it amazing that, even when the boy had been fucked regularly, it was still so tight Leonard felt like his cock was gonna be chopped of. Herbie stood behind Leonard and started rubbing his cockhead over Leonard's asshole.

"Oh, no, please!" Leonard said, but he felt his cock throb repeatedly inside his brother.

"You're dying for it," Herbie whispered to his boyfriend's ear.

Herbie then pushed his cock inside Leonard's ass in one single thrust, and Leonard felt his insides go on fire as he fucked his little brother.

"Oh, fuck!" he said non-stop, "Oh, fuck, oh, fuck, oh, fuck!"

Ethan found himself pushing against his brother cock so he could be fucked, and Nathan and Norman very kindly offered Ethan their pulsating cocks. Ethan had definitely taken the right turn when he'd come back to that subway station some days before. He took both cocks in his hands and started taking turns sucking at them as he was fucked by his brother who was being fucked by Herbie's gorgeous thick long cock. Lucas and Barry took turns sucking on Ethan's cock, feeling sure they'd make the boy cum very very soon.

"Fuck, fuck, I'm gonna cum!" Leonard said, "Fuck, I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum, I'm gona cum!"

Leonard's cock erupted inside his little brother's ass, just as Ethan's cock started shooting in Lucas' hand and as his mouth was regaled with Norman's strong-flavored cum. Ethan's legs buckled as his orgasm receded and Leonard was removed from his brother's ass.

"Well, that was one hell of a fuck!" Herbie said.

Leonard started whimpering just as Ethan started receiving Nathan's cumload in his mouth. The shame of having perved on his brother for the past days, and the shame of having blown his cute little cock, having been blown by his twelve year old mouth, and then having shot his cum inside his tiny ass made him feel like the lowliest of men.

"Thank you, for fucking me," Ethan told his brother now licking Leonard's cock clean, "I really, really liked the way you did it."

It is true, Leonard thought, I am a fucked up pervert and so is little Ethan!

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

"So," Bob said coming into the bedroom drying himself with a towel, "Was it too much trouble to look after Corey?"

"Oh, don't even mention it, baby," Daryl said lying in bed, "Corey was a sweetheart."

"Really?" Bob asked and then kissed Daryl's lips passionately.

"He was, really," Daryl said thankful that Bob was kissing him, because now he had a reason for the rising hard-on caused by the memory of his day with lovely Corey, "we had lots of fun together, babe."

Bob hugged Daryl tight and felt his boyfriend's hard-on push against his belly.

"Somebody's happy to see me!" Bob said.

Daryl smiled and kissed Bob passionately. It was weird for Daryl, because he felt like he did love Bob, he felt something deep for the man, a sort of strong emotional bond that had been born. And he did like the man and he even enjoyed having sex with him. But what he felt for Corey… there was nothing that could compare to what he felt for Corey.

"I'm gonna go kiss Corey good night and I'll be back, baby," Bob said.

Bob walked outside the room wearing nothing but his boxer shorts. He walked the aisle and turned the doorknob to Corey's room. He felt like he was finally happy to be seeing someone who actually got along with his son and smiled from side to side.

Corey's room was dark when he came in, but he knew his son had to still be awake. Corey was lying on his side and with his back to where his father came in from. Bob sat down next to Corey and tousled his son's hair as he talked to him.

"Are you asleep, Corey?" he asked.

"Not yet, daddy," Corey said turning so as to face his father.

"Did you have fun today baby?" Bob asked.

"Uh huh," Corey said as his father asked.

He did not want to tell his dad what had happened all day long, he was afraid of what Daryl might say or do. He was also afraid of making his father utterly miserable at losing a man he seemed to love very much. And he was very afraid because as he thought of it, his young cock had gone rock hard under the bed. That was possibly the most confusing thing inside his head as he remembered the day's events trying to conceal them from his father.

"You don't sound very convinced," Bob said.

"I had lots of fun daddy," he said and felt the slimy dollop form on his pee slit, "I'm just tired."

"Was Daryl nice to you?" Bob asked tousling his boy's hair once again.

"He was," Corey said feeling a new dollop of slime form on his pee slit and push the other.

"Very good, son. I'm going to bed now."

And having said so, Bob kissed his son forehead and walked outside.

***

It was a long night for Corey. He had the weirdest dreams. First he dreamt he was trying to watch a movie but Daryl was sucking his weenie. There was a warmth in his crotch and even when he tried to concentrate on the movie, the feelings in his weenie were impossible to ignore. Next he dreamt he was tied to a table and sucking on Daryl's cock. As he sucked the man, he felt a warmth in his crotch. Daryl splattered his face with cum which didn't seem to stop and when he turned to look at Daryl it was not Daryl anymore, it was his dad!

Corey woke up soaked in his own sweat and with a raging hard-on. Almost by instinct he took his hand down and realized his briefs were wet in the spot where his cock tip was. Corey was so confused he didn't know what to think of how his body was reacting. How was it possible he was feeling these things and having this dreams? How could it feel so good in his weenie when he'd been so terrified at everything he'd been done by Daryl?

Almost by instinct, he started jerking his cock up and down ever so softly. Yes, it felt good, it felt good to jerk it up and down, up and down. By instinct as well, he grabbed his balls in his other hand and started fondling them and slightly squeezing them.

Daryl was going to come inside the room when he heard gasps, moans and whimpers. He stood by the door frame noticing Corey was… He was definitely not crying. He was moaning. Was he…? Yes, Daryl concluded Corey was most definitely masturbating. He stayed quiet by the doorframe and heard the boy whispering.

Corey had found his pee slit and had started rubbing it with his finger as he jerked his young cock up and down. The pleasure he felt was that which bordered in the thin line between pleasure and desperation. He couldn't really understand why, but he couldn't stop making himself feel that kind of desperation. The kind of pleasurable desperation he'd felt all day long in Daryl's hands.

"No, please…" Corey whispered, "not there, please…!"

Daryl felt his cock throb inside his underwear as he realized Corey was jacking off… re-living what had happened all through the day? Was it possible Corey was submissive in nature and Daryl had found the yin to his yang? He was so shocked he couldn't even manage to go inside the room, he stayed by the doorframe waiting until Corey climaxed under his bedsheets.

Daryl himself ejaculated in his underwear as he heard Corey's lovely whimpers and gasps. He was ever so glad that he'd met Bob that lucky night several weeks before.

***

Corey woke up around six thirty in the morning and hurried up in the shower, after all it was school day and he had stuff to do. He was going inside the shower when Daryl entered the bathroom. Corey felt his heartbeat speed up almost instantly as he saw the man.

"Carry on, sweetheart," Daryl said, "I'm just gonna pee."

Daryl pulled his boxers down taking out his semi-erect cock to take a leak. Corey was behind the almost transparent curtain starting the shower, but Daryl was almost positive the boy was staring at his gorgeous cock as the very first day they'd met. He made a point of taking longer than necessary to urinate showing off his thick cock.

Corey was trying his best not to pay attention to Daryl, but even when he was terrified his pubescent rod was very quickly swelling. He couldn't help feeling that heat in his crotch as he saw Daryl's cock through the curtain and remembered he'd sucked on that cock. It had been horrible. He had hated sucking on a dick. He had hated the flavor of the man's cum. Why was he getting hard?

"You might want to hurry up, dear," Daryl said grinning, "You have school."

Corey did not reply and hurried up on the shower. Daryl saw the boy was hard, but did not mention it. He was, anyway, happy he was having an effect on the boy. Maybe Corey was indeed born to be submissive.

***

All Bob, Daryl and Corey were together at the table for breakfast. It was a small breakfast table in the kitchen with four chairs. Corey sat down across from his father, and Daryl took a chair next to both of them.

Daryl had made pancakes and bacon, Corey's favorite. As they had breakfast they talked about everything and nothing at the same time. Bob kept going on and on about how tired he felt after the long surgery performed the day before and Daryl pretended to be interested, while Corey concentrated on eating his breakfast.

Bob stood up to brush his teeth leaving Corey and Daryl alone in the kitchen. Almost instantly, Corey stood up from the table trying to avoid Daryl, but the man stood too and held Corey from behind before he could leave.

"I heard you last night," Daryl whispered in Corey's ear and then kissed the boy's cheek releasing him.

Corey hurried away from the kitchen to brush his teeth too and came downstairs at the same time as his father. Bob came to Daryl and gave him a quick peck on the lips. He walked outside the room not before telling Corey to hurry up.

Daryl quickly blocked the boy's way out.

"Don't I get a kiss from you?" he asked.

Corey looked apprehensively at the door and then pursed his lips. Daryl leaned and kissed Corey's sweet pink lips. Then he moved from the door allowing Corey to go out and he too walked outside locking the door.

Bob was riding Daryl to work and Corey to school and as they rode, he once again talked about work. Daryl's cock was hard in his pants as Corey's taste was still lingering in his lips. He was as happy as he had ever been.

The first stop was Corey's school and the boy went down saying bye to his dad and Daryl. As he left, Bob put the car back in motion to take Daryl to work.

"He's growing," Bob said and sighed.

"It's bound to happen," Daryl said gently squeezing Bob's leg.

"I hope I still have time before I have to give him the how babies are made talk. I can't stop thinking that soon he's gonna start talking about girls and dating and that kind of stuff."

"Oh, I'm sure there's a long time ahead before that happens," Daryl said feeling his cock stir in his pants.

"How so?" Bob asked genuinely curious.

"Corey's still a kid," Daryl said, "he loves his toys and his science fiction movies sweetheart. I'm sure it'll take time for him to grow out of it."

Bob smiled at Daryl and leaned to give him a peck on the lips. The man really enjoyed being with Daryl and he was very happy to have found him.

"You know?" Bob said.

"Yes, darling?" Daryl asked.

"I've been thinking about how lucky I am to have met you at that bar…"

"We were both lucky, Bob," Daryl replied smiling.

"Well, you're taking care of my boy and of my house," Bob said, "Looks like I got the best end of the deal."

"We both did, Bob," Daryl said smiling as he remembered the previous day, "I love you and I love Corey too."

"You do?" Bob asked.

"Love you?" Daryl said knowing he'd probably slipped up.

"Corey, babe," Bob said.

"Bob, he's an adorable kid," he said, "how could anyone not love him?"

"I bet you had lots of time to bond yesterday, huh?" Bob asked.

"We did," Daryl said unable to believe how naïve Bob was, "We had an excellent Sunday."

"I'm glad," Bob said, "You are a blessing, Daryl."

"No, babe," Daryl replied, "you two are a blessing."

***

It was around 2 o'clock when Corey came home. It had been an uneventful day at school and he'd had lots of fun with his friends. Now that he was coming home, however, he was feeling apprehensive. He knew sooner or later he'd have to face the events of the previous day with Daryl. It was good, though, that Daryl would not be home until 6 pm, around the same time Corey's dad came from the hospital.

He entered the house and closed the door. The smell of food came from the kitchen and he felt his stomach churn.

"Hello?" he asked.

For an answer, Daryl came out of the kitchen with an apron on.

"Hi, sweetheart," he said grinning, "How was school?"

"Fine," Corey said unable to look at Daryl in the eye, "I'm gonna drop my stuff in my room."

"Aren't you giving me a kiss first?" Daryl asked in a commanding tone.

Corey walked towards the man to kiss him. He didn't understand why he felt compelled to obey the man. Was he afraid of him? Was it fear and excitement? His mind was a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. He leaned towards Daryl to give him a peck on the lips.

As the boy brought his lips to Daryl's, the man put his arm around the boy's waist and held him in place. Captured in the hug, Corey was lifted and taken to the kitchen. Daryl did not withdraw his mouth from Corey's and placed his right hand on the boy's crotch. Corey moaned in Daryl's mouth and the man felt the boy's cock come to life.

Not wanting to wait anymore, he separated from Corey and started unbuttoning the boy's pants. Corey muffled a moan knowing resisting would earn him nothing. Daryl pulled Corey's pants and underwear down to find the boy's cock perfectly ready to be used. Daryl picked the boy up and sat him in the counter. He leaned down and took Corey's cock in his mouth.

Corey felt the warmth of Daryl's mouth around his cock and moaned. He didn't understand why, but it was like his cock had been wanting for it to happen all day long. Corey had been recently awaken to sexuality and his dick didn't seem upset at the violation.

Daryl peeled the boy's foreskin back with his expert tongue to concentrate his efforts on the cockhead and pee slit, which seemed to be Corey's most sensitive spots. He worked up and down the teen cock as he tongue bathed the boy's cocktip mercilessly.

It didn't take long for Corey to feel the tingly sensations on his crotch and stomach as Daryl's expert mouth worked his young cock.

Daryl stopped his ministrations on the boy right before he came, and squeezed on the base of it to prevent the ejaculation. Corey moaned in frustration as he was cut from climaxing.

"Not just now," Daryl said, "You'll only cum when I deem it proper. Are we clear?"

Corey looked at Daryl and nodded.

"You won't masturbate either unless I say you can."

"But…" Corey began to protest.

"Are you talking back to me?" Daryl asked with a slightly angry tone.

"No, I'm sorry," Corey uttered.

"Go on to your room and drop your stuff. Daddy will be home by six. Maybe we'll have the chance to have some fun together before that time."

Corey pulled his underwear and pants up and zipped and buttoned. He really couldn't understand why Daryl had not let him finish, and he was dying to do so. He was not going to masturbate though, he did not want to cross the man. He expected, now eagerly, that the man would chose to let him cum later on the day.

21. Brother knows best — Matthew 4

Characters: Matthew (12 yo), Mr. Miller - Steve Miller, Matthew's Foster father (41 yo), Seth Miller, Steve Miller's true son (15 yo)

Matthew's wrists had been tied by his older brother Seth before he was placed on the bed. Daddy had gone a few hours ago, but Seth seemed to have lots of ideas to show little Matthew who was in charge. Seth had made him drinks lots of water and continued to make him drink still more.

"Seth?" he asked, "What are you…?"

"I see dad has not taught you proper respect for you elders yet," Seth said, "So I guess I'm gonna have to do that for him."

Matthew looked at Seth Miller not completely understanding what the boy was talking about.

"But, Seth…"

Matthew could not finish the phrase because his older brother slapped him hard on the cheek.

"You have to learn your place in this family, bug," Seth said grinning, "and since Dad has not disciplined you correctly, I will have to do that for him. See, I don't want to have a spoiled brat for a brother. So, from now on, you only speak if I talk to you, is that understood?"

"Yes," Matthew said, tears rolling down his face.

"Good boy," Seth said.

He leaned down and kissed Matthew. The boy was certainly confused. Why was Seth talking about discipline and why had the older boy tied him? As Seth kissed him, the boy's hand moved south and started rubbing Matthew's little pecker, which hardened almost immediately.

"I see that pecker likes being touched," Seth said grinning at his foster brother.

"No, Seth…" Matthew started, but Seth slapped him again.

"Don't lie to me!" Seth shouted.

Matthew said nothing and Seth started massaging the boy's cock once again. He felt delighted noticing his foster brother did like being touched in the cock.

"Daddy hasn't told you, has he?" Seth asked.

"Told me what, Seth?" Matthew asked.

"About the nature of his discipline. About the nature of his punishments. About the nature of all those things you feel when he washes your dickie and when he washes the insides of your body. Or when he plugs your boyhole or when he plugs your dick hole at night."

Matthew shook his head.

"He never did tell me either," Seth said as he continued to rub Matthew's little pecker, "but his level of discipline is good. Look, my cock is drooling remembering."

"He says I'm a bad boy when my dickie gets hard…"

"Yes, he says that," Seth said, "but at the same time he loves it when it gets hard."

"Why?" Matthew asked in confusion.

"Because that gives him the opportunity to inflict discipline, punishment," Seth replied now rubbing more intensely on Matthew's little cock, "the one way to always keep daddy happy is that. Getting hard as he touches you and then letting him punish you. Because punishment will eventually lead to cumming."

"What is cumming?" Matthew asked not completely following.

"When you feel that warmth in your crotch and your dickie expels its milk. Has he made you cum already?"

Matthew nodded.

"Once," the boy said, "the very first time he bathed me."

"When was the last time he did?" Seth asked interested.

"Like a week and a half ago…" Matthew said.

"Oh, my God, bug!" Seth said felling compassion for his younger brother, "Do your balls hurt?"

Matthew nodded again.

"Well, I'll have to see about it."

Matthew smiled a bit.

"Has he made you drink his piss?" Seth asked.

Matthew nodded again.

"It's good, isn't it?" Seth asked, "The strong flavor of his hot steaming piss as it flows down your throat."

Matthew wasn't very sure what to reply and nodded.

"Come, follow me," Seth said standing up from the bed and bringing Matthew to a standing position. He then took his younger brother to the bathroom and made him kneel inside the tub, "I have a lot of hot piss for you bug!"

Matthew opened his mouth and Seth pointed his cockhead towards Matthew's mouth as his golden flow started coming about.

"I can…" Matthew said and Seth interrupted his pissing.

"Yes, bug?"

"I can wrap my mouth around your dickie so I won't spill it," Matthew said.

"Really?" Seth asked in surprise.

Matthew nodded.

"Okay, let's do that, bug!"

Having said so, he approached little Matthew. The boy opened his mouth and wrapped it around Seth's cockhead. His older foster brother then released his golden stream again and Matthew found himself swallowing Seth's pee, the way he had swallowed daddy's.

"Oh, bug, you're fucking good!" Seth said as he emptied his bladder.

Matthew kept on drinking and felt his bladder start pushing from all the water Seth had made him drink and all the piss he was now ingesting.

"Oh, fuck!" Seth said, "Keep the last gulp in your mouth, bug!"

Matthew was surprised at how much piss his brother's cock kept producing, but he did not recede from his position and continued to swallow until Seth had emptied his bladder inside his little foster brother's stomach. He'd kept as much in his mouth as Seth had ordered him.

"Very, very nice, bug!" Seth said looking at Matthew's inflated cheeks, "I'm gonna show you one great trick!"

Having said so, Seth knelt before Matthew and, as he started rubbing the boy's still hard cock, he pressed his mouth against his brother's. Matthew opened his mouth and then he and Seth started sharing the older boy's piss from mouth to mouth. Some of the piss started running down the boys' necks and down.

"Now stand!" Seth commanded.

Matthew did as instructed feeling the strong smell of his brother's piss all over the bathroom. Seth started sucking Matthew's rock hard little cock and then tickling the boy's piss slit with his tongue.

"I… I need to pee, Seth!" Matthew said.

Seth nodded without releasing Matthew's lovely cockhead and the younger brother understood what was expected of him. So, with no further ado, he started pissing as his brother continued to suck him. It was hard for him to manage pissing since his cock was hard, but he tried his best.

Halfway through his pissing, Seth released his cock and sat on the tub.

"Here, bug!" Seth commanded, "Piss all over my chest and dick and balls!"

Matthew smiled as his brother commanded and he started moving his dick to and fro to obey his older brother.

"Fuck, yes!" Seth exclaimed, "Your piss is so fucking good, bug! It's so hot and steamy!"

Matthew nodded and smiled again.

"Here! I wanna drink more!" Seth said opening his mouth and Matthew started aiming towards Seth mouth.

Then Seth stood up and kissed Matthew to share the boy's piss from mouth to mouth once again. As he did so, he made sure to manipulate his younger brother rubbing the boy's little cock aided by the hot urine. Matthew started whimpering as his cock was manipulated and as his brother kissed him.

"You wanna cum, bug?" Seth asked.

Matthew nodded.

"Say it, bug!" Seth commanded.

"I… I wanna cum!" Matthew managed to blurt out.

"Good!" Seth said, "Then you're gonna have to earn it!"

"How?" Matthew asked gasping, "How do I earn it?"

"Get on all fours!" Seth commanded.

Matthew knew he was going to be fucked in the ass, but he didn't care this time. He wanted to feel those incredible feelings in his crotch. He wanted to cum. He knelt and did his best to lean on his head, since his wrists were still tied behind his back.

"That's an obedient whore!" Seth said and pushed his cock inside Matthew in one thrust.

Not wanting to wait anymore, he started pumping his fifteen-year old cock inside his little brother and, as he did, he pulled his brother towards himself so he could play with Matthew's little cock. He wanted Matthew to cum while being pumped.

"Oh, fuck, bug!" Seth said feeling his orgasm approach.

Matthew started feeling the warmth spread in his crotch as Seth pumped his ass and jerked his little cock.

"Wanna cum, bug?" Seth asked between gasps.

"Yes, Seth, please!" Matthew said.

"Let's cum, brother!" Seth said and started spurting inside his brother's ass.

As Seth emptied his balls in Matthew's ass, the little boy started cumming as well, spurting on his foster brother's hand as he came. Cumming felt glorious for Matthew, who had gone without an orgasm since day one. He understood he did like being fucked in the ass and he felt, more than ever, that he had ended in the right foster home. He wondered if daddy's cock would feel that good up his ass.

Seth stood up and helped Matthew stand as well.

"Let's shower before daddy comes home, bug," Seth said as he untied Matthew's wrists.

***

It was probably nine o'clock. Seth was naked on the bed and Matthew was snuggled against him. Seth started replaying the day's events in his mind as he caressed his foster brother's body.

"Bug?" he asked, "Are you asleep?"

"No," Matthew replied.

"Okay," Seth said.

His mind wandered to his academy. There, he'd undergone discipline to the extreme. Even when daddy had taught him well, he hadn't been prepared for many of the harsh punishments of his boarding school. The very first time he'd been ballbusted by three of his seniors he had had trouble adjusting, though they had managed to make him cum as his balls where screwed.

Back at the academy, he had also undergone invasive medical exams which he found both painful and arousing at the same time. He had also helped disciplining some of the younger boys, enjoying especially those pre-pubescent ones, the ones who would only dry cum. But now, as Matthew's head rested against his chest, he understood what his dad felt disciplining him. There was something so good and twisted, and loving about it, he could barely wait to grow and have his own children. Three, or four maybe. Plenty of young boys to discipline and prepare to do the same as they grew. But in the here and now, he enjoyed disciplining Matthew, he was, after all, his younger brother now.

"I love you," he whispered.

"What?" Matthew asked not completely sure of what he'd heard.

"I said I love you, bug."

Matthew turned his head so he could look into his brother's eyes.

"I love you too, Seth," he said.

"Don't tell daddy," Seth said.

"What?" asked Matthew curiously.

"That I was soft with you."

"You were?" Matthew asked.

"I was," Seth said smiling, "Dad would have expected me to punish you very hard before letting you cum."

"Why didn't you?" Matthew asked Seth as he caressed his older brother's cock playfully.

"Because this was our first time. And I…"

"Yes?"

"I really wanted you to love me."

"But I love daddy, and he punishes me real bad…"

"I know," Seth said, "I just didn't know if I wanted you to fear me before loving me…"

Matthew went quiet and said nothing for a while. He kept playing with Seth's cock as Seth caressed his back.

"You can punish me now if you want," he then said.

"Or maybe…"

"Yes?"

"Maybe you can punish me…" Seth said, "I deserve it."

"What for?" Matthew asked.

"For being weak with you."

"I… uh… I'm not sure how to do it."

"I can teach you. If you keep it a secret from Dad."

Matthew nodded. Seth stood up from the bed and instructed Matthew to tie his hands behind his back. Matthew complied. Then Seth instructed him to grab a paddle and Matthew did that as well.

"Now, slap my balls with the paddle," Seth said.

Matthew tried and slapped once.

"That's not punishment, bug! Do it harder!"

Matthew tried again. But apparently it wasn't enough, because Seth kept asking for him to do it harder.

"I can't!" Matthew finally complained.

"Untie me!" Seth commanded and Matthew complied.

Without saying anything, Seth moved towards his foster brother and tied his hands behind the boy's back.

"What are you doing, Seth?" Matthew asked, but Seth didn't reply.

Instead, the older brother leaned Matthew against the wall and slapped his young balls with the paddle. Matthew flinched at the sudden pain and bent. Seth pulled him up and grabbed him from the neck towards the wall. Without releasing Matthew's neck, he slapped the balls with the paddle once again, and again, and again.

Then, without notice, Seth started massaging Matthew's cock until the boy's tool was completely rigid. As he masturbated Matthew, he resumed the ball slapping.

"Stop, please, Seth, it hurts, it hurts!" Matthew begged.

"This is how you punish a man in the balls!" Seth said.

He carried on masturbating Matthew and slapping his balls with the paddle. The sensations in Matthew's body did not register in his brain as he endured both the pleasure of being masturbated and the pain of being madly paddled in his young nuts. Daddy had never punished his balls in such a way.

"It hurts, it hurts!" Matthew complained again.

But Seth didn't stop. Instead, he carried on masturbating and slapping until Matthew felt the warmth in his crotch which announced his eminent cum. As the next slap came, his young cock spurted his first rope of cum. But Seth did not stop, he carried on slapping his balls with the paddle as his cock continued to spurt cum.

Then Seth kissed him ever so passionately in the mouth as he rubbed the young boy's cockhead and massaged his younger brother's balls to help him relax.

"That," Seth said then, "is how you punish a man in the balls. I hope you will never forget it, bug!"

Matthew nodded as tears flooded his face. Seth then asked him in the bathroom again, so they both could bathe once more before their dad was back from his gathering.

***

Matthew was hugging Seth tightly as they both said they farewells at the airport. It had only been two days, but Matthew did not want Seth to go. In the brief time he'd been home, Matthew had fallen madly in love with his foster brother. Seth was loving, and fun and hard. And Matthew's little prick was hard as they both hugged each other and he remembered how hard had Seth slapped his balls with the paddle.

Steve Miller was genuinely surprised as he saw Matthew reluctant to let go of his foster brother and wondered what Seth had done to make Matthew love him so much so quickly. He certainly hoped Seth hadn't been soft, because if he had, he'd see to it that he was properly punished back at the Academy. His best friend, Robert Mach was a head counselor and a hard bastard at that. If there was someone who could punish Seth in the most appropriate way, was Robert.

"Come on, boys," Steve Miller said, "The flight is being boarded and we need to get back home. Matthew."

"Go on, bug," Seth said, "I'll be home for Thanksgiving!"

Matthew let go of Seth and ran towards his daddy. Steve Miller grinned as he noticed both his boys were hard beyond belief and imagined he'd have the time of his life tonight with little Matthew once they were home.

Matthew was rather quiet as father and son hopped on the van. He really felt weird now that Seth was gone and remembered that two days ago he'd thrown a tantrum over having a brother. All the way home, Matthew remained silent thinking of his older brother.

When they got home, Matthew went right back to his room. Steve Miller wanted to give his new son space, but he also couldn't let him think it was okay to do as he wanted, after all, discipline was discipline. So he followed Matthew to his room.

Matthew was lying face down on the bed when Steve Miller came in the room. He sat next to his foster son and started caressing the boy's back.

"Matt?" Steve Miller asked, "Are you alright?"

Matthew nodded.

"Son? Look at me."

Matthew turned to look his foster daddy in the eye.

"What's wrong? What's bothering you?"

"Why does Seth have to study abroad?" Matthew asked trying hard not to burst in cry.

"Matt," Daddy said, "His studies have been going on for a long time now, and he is where he is supposed to be. As are you."

"Why can't he come back and study here?"

Steve Miller smiled at Matthew.

"Son," he said, "Two days ago you didn't even want to have a brother. Now you're angry at his leaving?"

"I didn't know him. Now I do."

"He'll be back for Thanksgiving, sweetheart," Daddy said placing his hand on Matthew's leg.

Matthew nodded and started crying. Steve Miller opened his arms and Matthew jumped on to him, sobbing.

"It's okay, son," he said, "let it out. Seth will be back soon, okay?"

Matthew nodded on his daddy's chest. Steve Miller decided tonight he was going to let Matthew cum. He was, in fact, going to make sure Matthew had the orgasm of his life. He grinned as he thought of the night ahead.

To be continued in the Next Matthew chapter

22. Owned — Sebastian 4

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

Sebastian woke up feeling as rested as he hadn't felt in a while. By instinct, he placed his hand to his crotch and felt the chastity device where it should've been. Almost automatically he pulled his underwear down to find what he had expected: a note from the man.

You were a very good boywhore last night. Obedient boywhores always get the best of me. Look under your pillow, you'll find a little present which I hope you'll use wisely.

The man in the leather mask

Sebastian pulled the note from his chastity device and then looked under his pillow. There, he found a little box which he opened immediately. Inside the box were two things, the key to his cock cage, and a phone number.

What in hell was the man thinking when he'd left a phone number? Did he honestly think Sebastian would call him? The man was insane! He'd abused Sebastian sexually. He had played with the sensations of the boy's body and confused his young brain into orgasm. The man was nuts! He was glad he'd left the key to the chastity device to finish the whole thing once and for all.

He took the key decidedly. He was about to insert it in the lock, when the phone rang. He ran to his father's room and picked up.

"Hello?" he said.

"Hey, Sebastian!" his dad said on the other side of the line, "How are you son?"

"Fine, daddy," Sebastian replied, "Just woke up."

"Very good. I'm planning on coming back tonight, say around 6 so we could have dinner together? Maybe grab a pizza or something?"

"That sounds amazing dad!" Sebastian said, glad that his father was finally coming back.

"Awesome, son. I'll see you later then! Love you!"

"Love you too, daddy!" Sebastian replied and hung up.

He was going to go back to his room to remove the chastity device, when he saw, over the night table, an issue of Owned. He took it and sat on his dad's bed. As he started going over the pages, checking the photographs of sexual slaves, he felt horny. He became aware of how weird it felt to have his dick trying to swell inside its cage and unable to do so. He felt, however, how precum started flowing from his pee slit as he went through the pages.

There was a weird feeling within Sebastian's brain as his dick oozed unable to cum to an erection. Why had he not removed the cage?

Obedient boywhores always get the best of me.

The words sounded in his mind as if the man was speaking them and not writing them.

You were a very good boywhore last night.

Why was he still wearing the cage?

As he progressed with the magazine, he felt as if his groin was on fire. He left the magazine on the bed and decided to go back to his room. He was gonna take the key, remove the device and masturbate. He needed it.

He was by the door, when the phone rang again. He picked up.

"Hello?" he said.

"Hello, Sebastian," the man said, "You were a very good boywhore last night. Obedient boywhores always get the best of me. I hope you liked your presents. I hope you'll use them wisely, boywhore."

"What are you…" he started, but could not finish the sentence, for the man had already hung up.

He had said the words. The very same words he'd written on the note. There was something wrong in the situation. Sebastian hated the man. Hated what the man had done to him. He hated having been subjected to the man's manipulation. Why was he still precumming?

He went to his room, took the box and removed the key from it.

Obedient boywhores always get the best of me.

He looked at the key intently.

You were a very good boywhore last night.

He placed the key inside the lock securing the parts of the device.

You were a very good boywhore last night.

He looked at the transparent thin thread of precum now running down from his pee slit to the bed.

Obedient boywhores always get the best of me.

He placed the key back in the box and decided to fix some breakfast. That was that. He was gonna have breakfast and then he'd remove the damn thing and finish the torture forever.

He was sitting down for breakfast, when Mr. Hayes showed up. He greeted the man and invited him to join him. Mister Hayes accepted a cup of coffee and stayed with Sebastian for a good hour. Sebastian noticed that, as they both spoke, his cock kept struggling to come to an erection inside the cage. There was something twisted in the whole situation, Sebastian thought, because he found it arousing to be wearing his device while talking to his school counselor.

When Mister Hayes was gone, Sebastian went to his room again. He wanted to finally remove the chastity device, but as he removed his shorts and his underwear. As he looked at his briefs, he became aware of the precum pool on their front part.

You were a very good boywhore last night.

Without even thinking, he brought the briefs to his face and sucked on the stain.

You were a very good boywhore last night.

He felt his dick throb inside his cage as he sucked on his own precum.

You were a very good boywhore last night.

Without thinking, he started rubbing his pee slit, using his own precum as a lubricant.

Obedient boywhores always get the best of me.

He felt the tension building in his groin as he rubbed on his pee slit. It was time to remove the cage. As he rubbed on his pee slit, he used his other hand to get the key from the little box.

You'll find a little present which I hope you'll use wisely.

He got the key and put it inside the lock.

You'll find a little present which I hope you'll use wisely.

He was desperate to cum.

Obedient boywhores always get the best of me.

"Fuck!" he said and removed the key from the lock.

He placed the key back on the little box and stopped the rubbing. He just couldn't cum. Why? Why did he feel compelled to not removing the cage? His mind was in turmoil and he decided it was probably a good idea to take a shower to help himself relax.

Right after showering, probably around a quarter to seven, he sat on his dad's bed to go over the issue of Owned he'd been seeing. Once again, he went through the pages avidly rubbing on his pee slit. It was obvious to him now that he was a very heavy precummer. He kept playing with himself for a while, his precum pooling under his caged dick. And he didn't stop until he heard his dad's car parking.

Fearing his dad might catch him masturbating, he ran to his bedroom and got dressed at lighting speed completely forgetting about the magazine and the pool of abundant teen pre-juice he'd left on his dad's bed.

***

It was 7:20 when Robert Walker arrived home. Sebastian ran to his dad and hugged him and told him he had missed him. Robert Walker had missed Sebastian too. Since he'd come home later than expected, Robert had brought the pizza along so they wouldn't have to go out.

They sat together in the dining room and had their pizza.

"So," his daddy asked in between bites, "How was the weekend without me?"

"It was fun, dad," Sebastian said.

"Really? Lots of Owned?" he asked jokingly.

"Dad!" Sebastian said spitting a mouthful of pizza and laughed.

"Sorry!" Robert said laughing too.

"How about yours?" Sebastian asked, "Did you get laid?"

Robert felt himself blush at Sebastian's question but still replied.

"Sort of, yeah…"

"Wanna talk about it?" Sebastian asked before biting on his slice of pizza again.

"I don't think I'm ready to discuss it just yet, son," Robert said and then smiled, "But I will as soon as I feel comfortable with it, ok?"

Sebastian nodded and continued to eat. His cock was once again struggling inside its confinement as he had dinner with his dad. It was so twisted. SO twisted.

***

It was bedtime and Sebastian ran to his room to jump inside his pajamas, just in time for the moment when his father came to kiss him good night.

"Hey," Robert said sitting next to his boy and placing the covers over him, "Would you like us to do this thing again?"

"What thing, daddy?" Sebastian asked.

"Like this weekend getaway?" Robert said smiling, "Leaving you in charge for the weekend?"

Sebastian gave a big sigh. What was he to say? It had been a long and terrifying weekend at the hands of his tormentor, or hadn't it? And his dad seemed to have had a lot of fun. Maybe next time he could go to Mister Hayes' and then be safe, so his father could have fun. Because Sebastian did want to feel safe. He told himself he did want to feel safe.

Obedient boywhores always get the best of me.

"Maybe," Sebastian said and smiled.

"Sleep tight, son, you have school tomorrow."

Robert Walker walked out of the room turning the lights off on his way out. He walked into his room decided to have a good night sleep, but on his bed, the bedspreads aside, was an issue of Owned. On a spot next to the magazine, there was a very obvious wet spot. He didn't need to be a genius to know it was Sebastian's precum. He placed his finger on it, noticing it was still moist.

Without thinking, he knelt and smelled. It was a strong tangy scent. He closed his eyes and inhaled again. His cock was already rock hard as he smelled his son's natural lubricant. He inhaled again and tentatively put his tongue out… and licked… and licked again feeling his own precum staining his underwear. He licked until he'd taken all of Sebastian's precum.

By the time he was done, he was already jerking his amazing cock. The thought of having Sebastian's teen precum had turned him on past the way of no return, and he carried on masturbating until he released himself right over the spot where Sebastian had left his moist evidence.

***

It was Wednesday and Sebastian had not yet removed the chastity device, though he still couldn't understand why. He was at school and it was last period. He was finding it hard to concentrate.

You were a very good boywhore last night.

The minutes seemed to drag by as he waited for the class to finish. He put his right hand in his pocket just to make sure the note with the man's number was still in there.

You were a very good boywhore last night.

He sighed realizing it still was.

When the bell finally rang, Sebastian ran out and hopped on his bike. He rode on his way home, taking a slight detour to stop by a payphone. He got off his bike and got a quarter from his pocket. His heart was stammering in his chest as he picked up the receiver and put the quarter in the slot.

You were a very good boywhore last night.

He took the note and dialed, still feeling scared. The phone rang. And rang. And rang. The man was not picking up the phone.

"Damn!" Sebastian swore, hung up and picked his quarter.

He picked again, put the quarter in the slot and dialed one more time. The phone rang, and rang, and rang. The man was not picking up the phone.

Sebastian hung up again, picked his quarter and hopped on his bike again. He was so mad! Why was the man not picking up the phone? Why had he given him the number if he was not gonna answer? He was so mad! But he realized he was mad at himself too. Why was he even trying to call the man? What did he expect to achieve? What did he want?

He got home around two thirty and ran to his dad's bedroom. He picked up the receiver and, checking on the note, he dialed the number again. One more time, there wasn't an answer.

He ran to his room, angry, and took off his pants and underwear. He retrieved the little box and picked the key to his chastity device.

Look under your pillow, you'll find a little present which I hope you'll use wisely.

He looked at the key furiously.

You'll find a little present which I hope you'll use wisely.

He put the key in the lock.

A little present which I hope you'll use wisely.

He turned the key and the lock opened.

Which I hope you'll use wisely.

He looked at the open lock.

You'll use wisely.

"Damn you, damn you, damn you!" he said crying in frustration as he removed the key and locked his chastity device again.

His dad came home around six and they both had dinner together. He then did his homework and waited for his dad to kiss him goodnight. When his dad had gone to his room, Sebastian cried in frustration. He was so mad. So mad.

Thursday was no different. Sebastian didn't have to carry the number anymore. He had dialed it so many times that by now he had memorized it. But the man was still not picking up the phone.

Friday was most definitely a weird day. They'd had PE and Sebastian knew they'd be hitting the showers. He had completely forgotten about his chastity device. What was he gonna do when the coach send them to the showers. He had started panicking, but he'd have to get it fixed. They were already in the locker room, when a prefect showed.

"Sebastian Walker?" he asked.

"Yes?" he said.

"Your father called and asked for you to be released now. He said it was nothing to worry about, but he needed you home ASAP."

Sebastian sighed in relief before he nodded and got his things. He took his bike and rode home. Why had his dad called school? What sort of emergency could have possibly made his dad called school? He didn't know, but he was grateful he had not gotten naked.

At six thirty his dad left the house to go for drinks with Mister Hayes, having of course talked it over with Sebastian to make sure he was okay with staying home alone.

Sebastian was desperate, and angry and confused. He so badly wanted to cum, but he could not bring himself to removing his chastity device. He had tried calling the man at different hours, from payphones at random and from home as well. The man was simply not answering and Sebastian was crying unable to understand what was going on. Why the man was not picking up his phone. And why the man hadn't called either. Or why he so badly wanted the man to answer.

It was probably seven o'clock when he decided to try again.

He went to his dad's room. He picked up the receiver. He dialed.

"Hello?" the man said on the other end.

"Why aren't you taking my calls?" Sebastian shouted angrily.

"Boywhores don't talk that way to their masters," the man said and hung up.

Sebastian dialed again. No answer. He dialed again. Still no answer. And again. And again.

When a half hour had passed, he dialed again.

"Hello?" the man said.

"Hello…" Sebastian said sheepishly.

"Are you better now? More calmed?" the man asked.

"Yes…"

"Good. The first thing I'd like to hear is a 'thank you, master' for calling your school so that your classmates would not find out about your dirty little secret."

Sebastian sighed in surprise.

"Thank you, master," he said.

"Good. Now tell me, what can I do for you, Sebastian?"

"I…" he hesitated, "I so desperately need to cum."

"Well, masturbate, Sebastian," the man replied, "I'm pretty sure you know how to do that."

"But…" Sebastian hesitated, "I have my device on."

"Well, take it off, Sebastian," the man said kindly, "that's why I gave you the key to it, so you would use it wisely. The power is in your hands."

Sebastian didn't say anything, but started whimpering. He didn't have the power. He didn't. And he knew it.

"What is it, Sebastian?" the man asked.

"I can't… take it off."

"You can't… or you won't, Sebastian?" the man in the leather mask said.

"I can't!" he said impatiently.

"You can… but you won't," the man said, "and I'm really wondering why."

Sebastian couldn't articulate any other word. What was happening to him? Why couldn't he take the damn thing off? He had the key! He had the damn key! Why did he feel he did not have the power to remove it?

"I need you… to make me cum," Sabastian said.

The man laughed hard.

"You have your present, Sebastian," the man said now, "You have my permission to use it wisely. Your dad is home. I can't have you now."

"But…"

"Boywhores don't talk back to their masters."

"I'm sorry, master," the boy said sheepishly.

"Good boywhore. You have this week to convince you dad to go away over the weekend. Then I'll have you. In the meantime, you have your present. Use it wisely," the man and hung up.

Sebastian started crying in silence. He wanted to cum. He didn't have the willpower to remove his cage. But his master had given him permission. Would his master get mad if he masturbated? No. He had given him permission. He had been pondering his problem for probably forty minutes, when his dad arrived home.

"Hey!" his dad said and Sebastian noticed he was slightly drunk.

"Hey, daddy!" he said, "Are you alright?"

"Yeah," he said and smiled a shy drunken smile, "I think I might've gone a bit too soft on the drinks. But I'm fine."

"Come," Sebastian said, "let me help you to your room."

"Hey!" his dad said, "I can walk on my own!"

"I know you can."

His dad started upstairs throwing his arm over his son's shoulder. Sebastian smiled, glad that his dad was finally starting to have some fun. He had been so quiet since his mother had passed away.

"Get on the bed," Sebastian said.

"What?" his dad said, "You giving me orders now? Maybe someone should stop borrowing my magazines!"

"I wanna help you, so shut up daddy!" he said and laughed.

Robert Walker laughed too, and sat down on the bed. Sebastian knelt before his dad and started undoing the laces to the man's boots so he could remove it.

"Lay down, now," he said.

Robert Walker did as instructed and Sebastian unbuckled his dad's belt. He then unbuttoned the jeans and pulled the zipper down. The man could not help feeling an erection building up, but he was probably a bit drunk to care if Sebastian noticed as he remembered licking on Sebastian's precum stain on the bed.

Sebastian pulled his dad's jeans down, slightly dragging the man's underwear down. Sebastian couldn't help but notice an abundant patch of jet black pubes right over the waistband of his dad's trunks. Given the kind of underwear Robert Walker wore, it wasn't difficult for Sebastian to see the clear outline of his dad's cock. It was a huge cock, and it seemed to be slightly hard.

Sebastian felt his pee slit release a dollop of precum at the sight. It was a big cock. It was a good looking cock, crowned by jet black pubes, the same black as his dad's and his own hair. Sebastian felt dirty at the fact that he was precumming looking at his dad's cock through his white trunks, and hurried up.

"There!" he said, "Now you're ready for bed, daddy."

"Nope," Robert Walker said, "I'm still missing the shirt!"

And having said so he sat on the bed again to remove it. Sebastian was marveled as his father's chest and torso. And he could not take his eyes from his dad's semi-erect dick. His teen cock was oozing precum even if it was still captive inside its cage.

"Now I'm ready!" Robert Walker said and leaned against the pillow.

Sebastian grinned at his dad and kissed him on the cheek.

"Sleep tight daddy," he said.

"You too, son," Robert Walker said and noticed Sebastian staring at his crotch, "What is it, Sebastian?"

Sebastian felt himself blushing and opened his eyes wide.

"Son," he said, "we agreed to be open to each other about our sexuality, didn't we?"

Sebastian nodded.

"So, what is it?"

"Your pubes are really black…" he said shyly.

Robert Walker chuckled.

"They are," he said.

"And…" Sebastian hesitated.

"Yes?"

"Nothing…"

"Sebastian…" his dad said, "go on. And…"

"Your dick is so big!"

Robert Walker laughed hard this time and Sebastian started laughing too, breaking the obvious tension between them.

"I'm sure yours will be as big as mine when you grow up," Robert said, "now, go on to sleep, son."

Sebastian nodded but remained static.

"Son?" he asked.

"Dad…"

"Yes, Sebastian?"

"Can… can I touch it?"

It was Robert Walker's turn to open his eyes wide this time.

"Sebastian, I… I'm not sure…"

"I'm sorry, daddy," Sebastian said blushing completely, "I'm sorry… I shouldn't have asked! I… You're gonna think… Oh, god!"

He turned around and started walking out of his dad's bedroom. Robert Walker stood from the bed and walked towards Sebastian. He was not gonna let his son drift away from him ever again. He stood behind Sebastian and held him from the shoulders.

"Son," he said.

"I'm sorry, daddy, I…"

"Turn around, son," his dad commanded and Sebastian obeyed.

Robert Walker looked at his son in the eye and smiled. As he did so, he took Sebastian's hand and placed it over his semi-erect cock, so his son could feel him. Sebastian did not say a thing, but started feeling his dad. This was so wrong at so many levels, and still, he could not get enough of his father's dick. Robert felt his own cock swell even more as his son probed and caressed. He closed his eyes and sighed.

Sebastian's hand found the wet spot where his dad's cockhead was and started rubbing on it. As he did so, his other young hand found his dad's balls and started playing with them. Robert Walker said nothing. He let his son do as he wished as he closed his eyes and sighed over and over. Sebastian kept rubbing his dad's cockhead over the trunks as he went a bit more savagely at his dad's nuts.

Robert Walker moved a little to the side and turned the lights off. Then he took Sebastian's hand and went to lie down in bed. Sebastian was far too invested to stop now, and sat next to where his dad was so he could continue to massage his dad's gorgeous cock.

Tentatively and hoping not to break the magic of the moment, he found the trunks' fly and retrieved his dad's cockhead through the opening. Robert Walker sighed deeply as he felt Sebastian's hand on his cockhead. Sebastian pulled his dad's foreskin down and placed his hand around the huge knob. It was so wet it wasn't difficult for the boy to use his father's precum to polish the head.

Sebastian rubbed, polished and rubbed and polished as he played with his dad's nuts with his other hand. He was now not caressing but squeezing them, though he found it hard to completely achieve his goal, since the orbs were enormous for his hands.

Robert Walker was heavily breathing now and Sebastian knew his dad was close. He intensified the polishing and the nut abuse.

"Gaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaawdddddddddd!" was all Robert Walker could say as he started shooting his cum while his son polished his cockhead like an expert.

He kept on spurting for a while and Sebastian kept polishing, until the post cum torment became too unbearable.

"St… stop…" he said.

Sebastian did as commanded.

"Come here," he said.

"What, daddy?" Sebastian asked.

"I want you to sleep with me, son," he said.

Sebastian panicked. If his master knew about this, he would be in deep shit. His master? His master? This man was his father! And he had just masturbated his father. What was wrong with him? He had just masturbated his father and it had been wonderful and here he was, worried about the man getting angry. Well, fuck the man!

"Yes, daddy," Sebastian said, "Let me go change."

Having said so, Sebastian went to his room. He picked the little box from under his pillow. He took the key and looked at it.

Obedient little boywhores always get the best of me.

Sebastian removed his shorts and underwear, he put the key in the lock, turned it and opened the lock. He then hesitated for just some seconds.

You have your present, Sebastian, You have my permission to use it wisely.

He removed the lock and the cage and put his underwear back on, he took off his shirt and came back to his dad's room. He jumped under the bedsheets.

"I'm here, daddy," he said.

Robert Walker kissed his son's forehead.

"I'm glad," he said.

He turned on his side and placed his hand on Sebastian's underwear, feeling his little cocklet and his precum on it. Sebastian said nothing as his dad started fondling his tiny teen cock which got hard almost instantly. Robert Walker did not want to waste his time and placed his hand inside Sebastian's underwear and started masturbating his son, gently pulling the boy's foreskin up and down.

Sebastian sighed. It felt so good to finally be touched again. It felt so good to be touched by his dad. Almost by instinct, the boy extended his hand to find his dad's cock. The man was naked now, and rock hard again. They remained like that for some time, just rubbing each other's cocks.

Sebastian felt surprised when his dad moved under the bed, but said nothing. Robert Walker opened his mouth under the sheets and took Sebastian's cock in it. Sebastian gasped as he felt his father's mouth engulf and suck on his cock.

"Oh, daddy," he whispered.

Robert Walker started masterfully sucking and licking Sebastian's eager cockhead as he started gently squeezing on his son's little balls. He licked and sucked and squeeze, enjoying the flavor of his son's tiny cock and the flavor of his teen abundant precum.

Robert Walker carried on and felt Sebastian's midsection contract, knowing Sebastian was now going to cum. He sped his sucking and then it happened, he felt the first rope of Sebastian's cum being shot into his mouth.

"Oh, daddy!" Sebastian said, unable to say anything else.

Sebastian's little cock was finally able to cum after a week of stimulation and confinement, and his orgasm did not seem to want to recede. Robert Walker was amazed at the amount of cum Sebastian was shooting in his mouth and kept sucking on his boy's teen lovely tool until the cumflow stopped. Then he went to lie down next to his son.

Sebastian turned on his side and hugged Robert.

"I love you, daddy," he said.

"I love you too, Sebastian," Robert Walker said, "I love you more than anything in the world."

To be continued in the Next Sebastian chapter

23. Armin approaches the abyss — Tyler 4

Characters: Tyler (12 yo), Noah Moore (40 yo), Armin Cook, Tyler's father (32 yo), Ashton, butler (25 yo), Rajkumar, slave boy (11 yo), Martin, butler (19 yo), Bradley, butler (20 yo)

Armin was sitting on the couch. Tyler had been missing for some days now and he had no news to his son's whereabouts. He had read Tyler's letter so many times now, where his son said he was leaving because he couldn't live with the knowledge of his father being gay. There was something off with the letter, though, it just didn't feel right. It just didn't feel like Tyler had written it.

He hadn't even had any sex since Tyler's disappearance and that was something. He had been thinking whether he should've gone to the police, when the phone rang.

"Hello?" he said, his heart stammering in his chest.

"Hello, daddy," Tyler said on the other end.

"Tyler!" Armin said recovering his breath, "Honey, where are you? I've been worried sick for you!"

"I'm sorry for worrying you, daddy," Tyler said, "I just wanted you to know I'm okay…"

"Where are you?" Armin insisted, "Let me go pick you up, honey, and we can talk about everything that's bothering you."

"No, daddy," Tyler said, "I'm fine where I am right now."

"Tyler, please, darling…"

"I gotta go now, daddy," Tyler said, "But I'll call you again."

"Tyler, Tyler!" Armin said in desperation, "Tell me you're okay, tell me…"

"I'm okay, daddy. I'm not angry at you anymore. I just don't want to come back home now. I love you daddy."

"I love you too, Tyler. Please, let me go get you and…"

"Bye, daddy. Love you," Tyler said and hung up.

***

Tyler was sitting on Ashton's 12 cm [5 inch] dinky dick, and the butler was gently pounding the boy's ass. A young slave named Rajkumar was blowing Tyler's cock, which had been previously tied with one of Moore's leather laces. Noah Moore's cock was covering Tyler's face with the man's abundant precum.

"Go on, Tyler," Moore said giving Tyler the receiver.

Tyler dialed his house number and held the receiver to his ear, while Moore continued to smear the boy's face with precum. Ashton kept steadily fucking the boy and Rajkumar kept polishing Tyler's cockhead with his tongue.

"Hello?" his dad said on the other end of the line.

"Hello, daddy," Tyler said trying to keep his voice steady, though being attacked on all fronts was severely distracting from delivering his message.

"Tyler!" his father said, "Honey, where are you? I've been worried sick for you!"

"I'm sorry for worrying you, daddy," Tyler said trying not to pay attention to the tension building in his crotch, "I just wanted you to know I'm okay…"

"Where are you?" Armin insisted, "Let me go pick you up, honey, and we can talk about everything that's bothering you."

"No, daddy," Tyler said getting hornier as Ashton pounded his young ass, "I'm fine where I am right now."

"Tyler, please, darling…" his dad insisted.

"I gotta go now, daddy," Tyler said knowing he was not going to be able to continue talking under the sexual assault he was being subjected to, "But I'll call you again."

"Tyler, Tyler!" his dad said sounding desperate, "Tell me you're okay, tell me…"

"I'm okay, daddy. I'm not angry at you anymore. I just don't want to come back home now. I love you daddy."

"I love you too, Tyler. Please, let me go get you and…" His father insisted one more time.

"Bye, daddy. Love you," Tyler said and hung up.

"Good boy," Noah Moore said, "Now, I want you to concentrate on what Rajkumar is doing to your cockhead… And I want you to do that to mine."

Noah More brought his cockhead to Tyler's mouth and the boy opened wide. He was still amazed at the size of the man's meat, but somehow, he was not as afraid of him as he was of Norman. He took Noah Moore's cockhead in his mouth and paid attention to what Rajkumar was doing with his own. He felt Rajkumar's tongue moving slowly around his cockhead in circles, and he started replicating the moves on Moore's.

"That's good," Moore said.

Little Rajkumar then started attacking Tyler's pee slit with his tongue, and Tyler did the proper with Moore's. The man's pee slit was long and wide and every single movement of Tyler's tongue would give him a new dollop of the man's precum. Noah Moore's precum was strong-flavored, stronger than any precum Tyler had tasted in his short but abundant sexual experiences since the night of the party.

Rajkumar engulfed Tyler's cockhead completely and started sucking on it. Tyler did the same with Moore's cockhead. The man pulled his cock out and slapped Tyler.

"Teeth!" he said.

Tyler nodded in shock and took the cockhead, careful enough not to scratch the master's cockhead again. He did his best to apply as much suction as he could on Moore's huge mushroom glans.

"A lot better, but it's just too much for you, Tyler," Moore said, "Ashton..."

"Master?" the butler said.

"Remove yourself from Tyler. I think he would benefit from practicing oral on a small dick."

"Yes, master," Ashton said completely blushing at being reminded of his teen-like small sized cock.

The butler pushed Tyler from his cock and stood from the elegant armchair. Noah Moore took Ashton's place and, once Ashton had offered Tyler his cock, Moore pushed the mushroom sized head of his huge cock inside Tyler's young ass. Tyler moaned as the huge mushroom entered his little asshole. True, he'd had Brian who was big, but Master Moore's was a dick unlike any he had seen in size, and he had seen plenty by then.

"Ashton," Noah Moore said, "Make sure you keep track of what Tyler does to your dick. If he does not do it properly and you fail to report to me, you will be punished along him."

"Yes, Master," Ashton replied.

Little Rajkumar was now bobbing his head slowly on Tyler's cock, and Tyler replicated the movement on Ashton's cock. This was the second time the twelve year older sucked on Ashton's cock but he found it the best cock he'd ever tried. Funny that he'd think about it, but this was the second time he blew Ashton and he still loved the way the butler's cock smelled. Like the previous time, the man's small dick smelled of coconut oil with a strong musky scent of man genitals and a slight tang of piss.

Tyler couldn't help his cock go harder at sucking on Ashton's cock. Ashton removed his cock and slapped Tyler again.

"Teeth!" he said, "Focus on what you're doing!"

Noah Moore slightly smiled as he saw Ashton slapping Tyler, though he could see in the young butler's eyes the sympathy he felt for Tyler. He shoved his cock even deeper inside Tyler and the boy moaned in both pain and pleasure.

"Tyler," Noah Moore said, "I want Ashton's cum in your mouth in… three minutes."

Tyler opened his eyes wide, there was no way he could make the man cum in just three minutes. As if on cue, little Rajkumar switched techniques to show Tyler what he had to do.

As he felt Rajkumar, Tyler started imitating his moves. He started bobbing his head all along Ashton's dick. As he did so, he moved his tongue in circles every time he reached the man's cockhead. Without direction, Tyler grabbed Ashton's balls and started playing with them as he sucked the butler.

Noah Moore grinned as he saw Tyler trying his best to make Ashton cum. He also noticed the butler's expression, which showed how much the man was enjoying the blowjob.

Ashton was a case unlike many of the butlers he'd hired over the years. He was a guy from a very good family. He'd gone to the best private schools and had the best education. He had, however, when he was fifteen, inappropriately touched a fifth grader and that had granted him expulsion from his Academy.

After that, he'd become a rather introspective boy who was tutored at home. His tutor, an acquaintance of Moore's, had made a case of taking advantage of Ashton in his private lessons. The man, Mister Richards, had blown, fucked and been blown by the then sixteen year old Ashton. He had made a habit of canning the boy every now and then when he made mistakes. When it came to canning, he favored Ashton's cock and balls.

Ashton, however, had kept on dreaming of having a young boy to himself. It was then that Richards had recommended him to Moore. Ashton had not been ready for the sight of the Moore boys, and had immediately taken the position as a butler. And Tyler was his first. And Moore was sure that the butler fantasized about having the boy to himself.

Maybe someday Noah Moore would let Ashton have Tyler, but not before Ashton had been properly trained in pleasure and punishment. Every single love relationship currently happening in his Manor, had to be carefully regulated under the discipline regime Moore liked on his boys.

"Fuck!" Ashton said.

Almost immediately, Tyler was regaled with Ashton's cum. Tyler swallowed without having to be told. He liked Ashton. He really liked the man, and his cock and his cum. Why? Was Tyler really a boytoy? Was he really enjoying being sexually abused? Maybe he did. When he felt the contractions of his own orgasm, Rajkumar stopped, knowing boytoys were not allowed to cum unless the Master ordered so.

"Ashton," Moore said.

"Yes, Master?" the man replied still recovering from the orgasm.

"Remove Tyler from my cock and take him to his room. I'll meet you there shortly."

"Yes, Master," Ashton said.

He picked Tyler up, a loud pop as the boy's asshole let go of Moore's massive cock. As they were leaving, Tyler noticed little Rajkumar was now blowing the Master, as Moore pulled aggressively on the boy's cock and balls. Moore was definitely harsher on others, and Tyler felt like he was special.

***

Once in his room, Tyler sat on the bed. Ashton sat next to the boy.

"That was a great blowjob," Ashton said.

Tyler felt the blood rushing to his face as the man said so.

"Thank you," he said shyly.

"You're good," Ashton carried on, "You're a natural."

"Thank you," he said again.

Ashton moved closer to Tyler and with one of his hands he grabbed Tyler's wet cockhead. He peeled the foreskin back and started rubbing the boy.

"You have a very beautiful dick, Tyler," he said.

"Master Moore might get angry… if you do that…" Tyler said, but the sensation was amazing.

"He won't know," Ashton replied, "Does it bother you?"

Tyler shook his head negatively. Without warning, Ashton knelt before Tyler and took the boy's cock in his mouth.

"Ashton…" Tyler said, "The Master…"

But Ashton did not seem to care as he sucked on Tyler's tender cock. He'd been wanting for a pubescent cock since he was expelled from the Academy, and he could no longer wait. He didn't care about the Master. But that only proved how little he knew Noah Moore. At Moore Manor, anyone who broke the rules, even the closest people to Noah Moore, got punished. At the moment, however, everything he could think of wass Tyler's cock in his adult mouth.

"Ashton, please…" Tyler said.

But Ashton did not seem to listen anymore. All of his attention was on Tyler's lovely noodle.

"Ashton, please… please, stop!" Tyler continued, but the man was entranced.

The door to Tyler's room opened wide and Noah Moore stepped through. Tyler went pale almost instantly, knowing they were both in trouble.

"Ashton," Noah Moore said in a calm yet commanding voice.

The butler froze as he heard the master's voice and knew instantly he had screwed up. He stood up and turned to look at Noah Moore. The man approached Tyler and grinned. With no previous warning, he slapped the butler's balls with all his might. The butler did his best not to bend and take it like a man.

"You have broken the rules," Moore said, "and for that, there will be punishment."

"Master, I…" Ashton ventured.

"Keep it shut," Moore said, "and follow me."

Ashton nodded and walked outside the room following Noah Moore. Tyler remained in his bed. His noddle had gone limp almost instantly. He felt worried, he didn't know what Moore would do to him. What if he tried to explain? He could tell the master that it hadn't been him, that Ashton had forced him to. Then again, Tyler's life had now become a series of moments in which he was forced to do this or that by different adults.

Not a minute later, Noah Moore came back inside the room and Tyler started whimpering.

"Shh," the man said, "it's alright."

"Master, I…"

"Don't say a word," Moore said, "I know."

Tyler exhaled in relief as the man said the words.

"Ashton will be punished, though, and you, my dear, need to be readied for The party."

Tyler wanted to ask what The Party was or how he was to be readied, but he knew better than to ask and just nodded.

"Are you afraid?" Noah Moore said noticing the boy's bewildered look.

Tyler nodded as he looked at the master.

"Come here," Noah Moore said indicating the boy he should kneel.

Tyler knelt before the man and looked at him. Noah Moore moved his robe aside exposing his huge cock. The boy didn't have to be told what to do and opened his mouth wide for the man. Moore pulled Tyler gently towards his cock and the boy took as much as he could of the master's gigantic cock in his mouth.

"Good boy," Moore said, "show me how you've learnt to pleasure a cock."

Young Tyler started sucking on the master's cock with as much strength as he could. At times he'd release the big cock and work the cockhead with his young and inexperienced tongue in circles. He'd lap at the master's pee slit and the suck at the head once again. He then started bobbing his head up and down the master's pole as much as he could. He forced himself to get as much of the man as possible, even when his eyes were watery and his gag reflex forced him to slow down every now and then.

Noah Moore felt amused at the way Tyler was trying to impress him through his blowjob. Moore knew sucking him was not an easy task even for an adult, but he knew Tyler was trying to please the master to the best of his abilities and that made Moore happy. He couldn't wait to continue Tyler's training for the boy to become the best of his boys, the best boy he'd ever had.

"Fuck, Tyler!" Moore said announcing his evident orgasm.

Tyler kept the suction unable to anticipate the load Moore would deposit inside him. It was a fact the men in Moore Manor came unlike anyone. But Tyler would've never imagined the amount of cum the man would produce. He tried his best to swallow every single volley of the man's strong cum as they hit inside his mouth. When the cum was more than he could manage to swallow, it started overflowing through the sides of his mouth.

Noah Moore smiled. There was nothing he found sexier in life than a boy's face reddened by the lack of air as he sucked oh his huge cock, with his strong cum overflowing.

"Good boy," Moore said, "Now it's time to get you readied for the party.

***

Armin was sitting on his couch wondering about Tyler's whereabouts or what to do about it, when the bell rang. He stood up from the couch and threw the bathrobe on himself. The doorbell rang insistently and Armin found himself hurrying up around the house.

"I'm coming!" he said outloud.

When he opened the door, two rather good looking young men were standing in his Porsche. One of them was toned and blonde, with a 70's like mane. The other one was chub, or built, a bit like a wrestler. Both of them seemed young, but not overly. As the young men smiled, Armin felt his cock twitch. These two definitely looked like the kind of men he liked to fuck and be fucked by. What Armin did not know was that these two boys were actually Martin and Bradley, two butlers at the service of the man who now owned his son, and that they had both cum down his son's throat.

"Mister Cook?" the toned young man – Martin – asked.

"Yeah, it's me," he said.

"We have a delivery for you, sir," the boy said extending a rich-looking red envelope, "Would you mind signing this for us?"

As Armin Cook looked down to sign, he noticed the bulge in the delivery boy's pants. He found himself thinking this boy could be hiding a huge good looking cock, the likes of which Armin enjoyed in his orgy-style private parties. He also noticed the other boy had approached and he was awfully closed to the toned one.

"Sir?" Martin said.

"Oh, yes!" Armin replied flushing, "Of course!"

He took the tab and as Martin was handing him the pen, it fell from his hands.

"Oh, God!" Armin said genuinely embarrassed, "I'm sorry!"

"Don't worry, sir!" Bradley replied kneeling down to pick up the pen.

As he picked the pen, he looked up and caught a glimpse of Armin's cock under the robe. He looked up at the man and grinned.

Armin felt himself flush. Was this boy flirting with him? He did not want to think so, but as the boy handed him the pen, he also brushed Armin's fingers.

Noticing his actions had had the desired effect, Bradley got a bit closer to Armin as if to look at his signature, his breath landing on Armin's neck.

Armin finished signing the document and returned the pad to the young toned boy.

"Thank you, sir," Martin said and smiled holding Armin's hands together with the pad, "You are most kind."

Armin's cock was already at full mast, but the man was unaware that his cockhead showed under the robe's opening.

"Very, very kind," Bradley said and grinned to Armin once again, squeezing the bulge under his own pants.

Armin felt a bit as if he were going to faint, realizing this was more like a porn movie scenario than something that might actually happen in real life. There was no way in hell he could be that lucky. The toned young man did not let go of Armin's hands and grinned too. Bradley was not going to wait any longer to fulfill the master's plan.

"So very kind," Bradley said taking Armin's cockhead in his hand ever so softly.

Armin gasped and opened his eyes wide.

"So kind I think he'd let us come into the warmth of his home to let us warm, right?" Martin asked as he too put his hand on Armin's cock.

"B-boys, p-please," Armin said as both young men caressed his cock in a coordinated effort.

"Please what, Mister Cook?" Bradley said, "Or should I say, Mister Cock?"

"Please, c-come in," Armin said anticipating a good threeway with the delivery boys.

He did not know, however, that it had all been staged by Noah Moore himself. Both boys were wearing hidden state of the art cameras, for which Moore had paid handsomely with one of his favorite boytoys. Once the sex had been all filmed, Moore would have enough material to blackmail Armin Cook and thus ensure his silence about Tyler's new life as one of Moore's boys.

***

Exhausted, sweaty and with a cum covered face, Armin dropped himself on the couch. The young men were getting dressed and the man took the red envelope in his hands. As he was unlacing the white ribbon around it, the boys said goodbye and he waved them bye.

He opened the envelope and removed an invitation from it. There wasn't much information on it, save for a message in bold letters. The message read.

Moore's Annual Christmas Party December 24th 19:00 hours VIP Guest

Armin was not sure if this was a mistake, but as he turned the invitation, he saw his name printed on it. What was that all about? Armin did not know he was about to learn the whereabouts of his son… and join a world he would not easily escape from.

24. Twenty-seven, not Stephen — Stephen 4

Characters: Stephen/Twenty-seven (12 yo), Brother Whiskey (36 yo), Nineteen (14 yo), Doctor Summers (40 yo), Alec Lovett (32 yo ), Mister X (? yo ) Stephen Smithson, Twenty-seven's father (28 yo)

Stephen had lost track of time. He didn't know how many days it had been since his ordeal at the hands of Alec Lovett, but right after that he had been placed in the small room in which he was and had not been bothered at all. He'd been fed three meals but other than that, he'd been left alone.

He hadn't talked to anyone. He hadn't been touched by anyone. He hadn't been humiliated or otherwise punished. He didn't understand what was going on or why he was being ignored. Was it possible he was going to be abandoned in that room forever from now on?

There were so many things in his head. He felt alone. He missed his dad. And there was the problem of a continuous raging hard on at all times of day. He did not understand why that happened. He did not understand why his dick was hard all the time but he did not want to think about it. He had tried to masturbate but he realized he felt no pleasure when doing it and had decided against it.

At times he'd fall sleep. When he did, he'd dream of Mister Lovett and how he'd abused him. He'd dream of the man slapping his tender young balls. He'd dream of the man burning his young dick with candle wax. He'd dream of the man fucking his young ass raw. And he'd wake up with his dick hard and oozing.

He was going mad. There was no other explanation. He was going mad in that horrible place and imagined he was more likely never gonna see his father again. He imagined he'd never see his friends again. He was sure he'd never see the outside ever again.

"Stephen," the voice said from the door, but the boy did not react, "Stephen."

The boy was crouched against the floor, naked save for his black collar.

"Twenty-seven," the man said now and Stephen automatically looked up.

He looked at the man askance. He was not very sure, but he seemed to recognize the man. Was it Brother Alpha? Brother Echo?

"Good," the man said, "I see you have now learned to respond by your real name. Stand up, Twenty-seven."

The boy did as instructed, not even trying to cover his privates. After all, it seemed like he was learning.

"Open your legs in A position, Twenty-seven," the man commanded.

Stephen opened his legs wide and put his hands on his back without having to be asked. The man grinned as the boy did so and approached him. With no ceremony, he took and squeezed on the boy's hardened rod, gladly confirming the drug he'd been slipping in his every meal to keep him hard had definitely worked.

As he madly squeezed on the boy's cock, he slapped on the young balls. Twenty-seven didn't even flinch, but his dick expelled a dollop of teen precum. The man slapped again and a new dollop pushed the previous one. One more slap and the man felt the boy's cock throb three times in his hand.

"Good," he said smiling, "very good, Twenty-seven."

And having said so, he left.

The boy was in shock. What the hell had happened? Why had the man come in, squeezed his boy cock, slapped his balls and then left? He lay on his back in the flat uncomfortable mattress and grabbed his boy cock. He started jerking off, feeling strangely aroused at what had just happened with the man. But as soon as he had started, he realized he felt no pleasure at all.

As he realized he felt no pleasure as he tried to masturbate, tears started rolling down his cheeks. What the hell was wrong with him? Why did he feel so horny and why did he not find pleasure in masturbating? Was it… was it possible he only found pleasure in being abused? No! He refused to believe he was a pain whore, as he'd been called by the many brothers in the place. But then again, if he wasn't a perverted boy, why couldn't he get off on his own?

***

It was probably night when another man came inside Twenty-seven's room. He walked all the way to the bed, where the boy was sleeping. Without saying anything, the man sat on the bed next to the sleeping boy and squeezed the boy's balls hard. The boy grunted and opened his eyes as he felt the pain in his young nuts.

"Hello, Twenty-seven," the man said.

The boy said nothing as the man continued to squeeze his balls. He frowned in pain but said nothing. His boy cock had started dripping precum at the man's abused.

"You like it, don't you?" the man asked as he squeezed even more viciously.

Twenty-seven said nothing. The man squeezed harder.

"I asked you a question," he said and squeezed Twenty-seven's balls even harder, causing the boy's cock to expel a heavy dollop of teen precum, "I asked if you liked it, the pain in your balls."

"Yes," he said shyly trying to shut out the pain.

"Yes, Master," the man corrected squeezing even more if that was possible.

"Y-yes… Ma-mas…ter," Twenty-seven said struggling to speak the words as he tied to overcome the pain in his nuts, a pain which was also an ecstasy.

"Good," the man said and walked away, leaving Twenty-seven alone once again.

The scene repeated itself over the course of –hours? Days? Twenty-seven had lost track of time. He had become aware only of his meals and of the moments in which someone came to torture his genitals. By the time, he felt like his balls were about to explode. His nuts hurt. His cock hurt. And he did not find any solace in trying to masturbate. He'd become aware of his own smell. He thought he stank. His cock was a sticky mess most of the time and he could smell his armpits too.

He was definitely losing his mind. During his awaken hours, he could think of nothing but cumming. And during his sleep hours, he would have dreams that would make him wake up with his young cock wet in his own teen juices.

He didn't know how many days had passed, when the door to his tiny room opened.

"Hello, Twenty-seven," the man said, "Come here."

The boy stood from his flat mattress and walked towards the man. It was Brother Whiskey, the only brother whom the boy had blown willingly on his first night in The House. Twenty-seven became instantly aware of the man's well-sized cock hanging free as the man stood still. As he approached, Brother Whiskey opened his arms and Twenty-seven ran to him. He did not understand what was going on, but he felt a very strong need for physical contact.

Brother Whiskey hugged the boy and felt him tremble in his arms. Twenty was definitely sobbing. Brother Whiskey's cock started hardening almost instantly at the boy's proximity, but there were other plans for Twenty-seven and he knew it. Maybe later he'd ask Mister X to let him have Twenty-seven for a while, but for now, he was just there to collect the boy.

He carried Twenty-seven in his arms and took him to a cave like ample room with a pool in the middle. He deposited Twenty-seven on the floor and almost instantly, the new slave found himself surrounded by a number of slaves ranging from thirteen to twenty years old, who carried him inside the pool. Brother Whiskey sat on a corner to supervise the entire situation.

The boy didn't even bother to look at the slaves as he was placed in the middle of the pool and they all started bathing him. All of a sudden, all Twenty-seven knew was that he was being touched by so many hands. He felt the young hands running all over his chest, and some caressing and pinching his nipples. He felt hands rubbing along his buttcrack and other hands washing his tender asshole. He felt hands cupping and squeezing and slapping his balls. He felt hands all over his dick, running along his shaft, retracting his foreskin, rubbing his cockhead.

He then became aware of the fact that he was being kissed. Kissed in the cheeks. Kissed in the lips. Kissed everywhere in his body. He felt his balls boiling. He could not think straight. He could not remember who he was. Then and there, he was nothing but an animal in heat as he was touched and stimulated by all the slaves.

Before he could think of anything, he was taken outside the pool, where a couple of young slaves knelt and started sucking his cock simultaneously. Almost at the same time, another young slave knelt before Twenty-seven's ass and started eating the boy's asshole eagerly. Some other slaves leaned a bit, and started licking and biting as his nipples as Twenty-seven was forced to kiss a different number of slaves as well.

He did not really noticed when he was forced to lean, but before he knew it, he was sucking at a slave's cock. It was a thick and short cock, completely covered in the slave's own precum. As he sucked on the other boy's cock, he felt his own balls and cock be sucked. Every now and then he'd notice a change of mouth, for the sucking techniques definitely differed from slave to slave.

Two more slaves had joined to use his mouth, so he found himself sucking alternately at four different cocks. A thin young slave pushed his cock all the way to the hilt, a thin but long curved downwards dick and, as he was impaled through the mouth, he felt a cock being pushed inside his young ass. Someone was sucking his young balls as someone else was doing his cock. He was horny, but, weirdly enough, his cock was not at full mast even when he was being given all the attention.

Why? He asked himself, Why can't I get hard and cum once and for all?

He was fucked by probably everyone in the pool room and he had probably sucked everyone as well when he was forced to his knees. Four slaves started shooting their cumloads on Twenty-seven's face who found himself opening his mouth without having been asked to in order to catch as much cum with his mouth as he could. Once the four boys had emptied their balls on Twenty-seven, four more boys took their places and did the proper. And four more after them.

By the time he was done, Twenty-seven had been cum splattered by a total amount of twenty six slaves. Twenty six.

I am Twenty-seven, he thought, I've had the cum from all the slaves in this place save for mine.

Even when he had been sucked and fucked non-stop, he had not managed to cum and he felt as if his insides were on fire. Of the twenty-seven slaves, four remained in the room and took Twenty-seven back in the pool to bathe him.

"You couldn't cum, right?" one of the slaves whispered in his ear as he was being bathed, "it's the pain, isn't? You want the pain, you miss it."

Twenty-seven whimpered as the red-haired fourteen-year older whispered in his ear.

"You want your nuts busted and your cock strangled, don't you?" he whispered now caressing Twenty-seven's cock which was filling with blood, "Yeah, that's it boy, the sole idea makes you hard, the idea of pain."

Twenty-seven whimpered and moaned as Nineteen spoke and fondled the new slave's cock.

"I know how it is," Nineteen whispered, "I know how it feels to cum as your balls are cracked and your cock is fucked non-stop."

Twenty-seven's cock throbbed in Nineteen's hand as the other slaves bathed him. He was going insane, he could think of nothing but cumming and Nineteen was making him certainly get there.

"You want the pain, don't you?" Nineteen asked as he squeezed Twenty-seven's cock, "You are a pain slutt…"

"Enough!" Brother Whiskey shouted from the corner where he sat.

All boys removed themselves from Twenty-seven and helped the boy leave the pool. Brother Whiskey took Twenty-seven in his arms once again and walked with the boy to Doctor Summers' office. Twenty-seven wasn't thinking at all, he felt as if he was a giant cock and the only thing that mattered was coming.

"Hello, Brother Whiskey," Doctor Summers said, "Thank you for bringing Twenty-seven. Please place him on the chair."

Brother Whiskey placed the boy on the medical chair and assisted Doctor Summers in strapping the boy down. He was strapped by the ankles, knees, thighs, waist, chest, wrists, elbows, forearms and neck. Once done, Doctor Summers placed a ball gag in Twenty-seven's mouth and tightened it. The boy's cock started drooling almost instantly and Doctor Summers grinned, asking Brother whiskey to leave him alone with the patient.

Once alone, Doctor Summers took his time caressing the boy.

"Very good, Twenty-seven," he said, "Today is a very special day for you, and so I've been asked to prepare you."

As he spoke, the doctor started preparing an injection of sorts and looked at Twenty-seven with the hunger of a predator.

"Here's a cum stopping drug I'll be administering on you. I have to make sure your orgasm is delayed as much as possible, since we would not want to disappoint your visitors. The only unfortunate thing is that it has to be directly applied on your genitals, so it might hurt a bit."

Twenty-seven's eyes got watery as he imagined the pain, but his cock was rock hard even as he thought of it. Before he could react, he felt the needle pierce his cockhead and screamed against the gag. As the fluid entered his tender cockhead, he felt hot, very hot, as if his cock was being set on fire.

"It's okay, Twenty-seven," Doctor Summers said, "I know it burns. Fortunately, you're missing only nine more injections."

Tears rolled down Twenty-seven's cheeks as the doctor prepared the second injection, taking his sweet time and making sure the boy had sufficient time to recover from the first one. Once ready, he approached the boy once again, this time lifting the boy's balls and inserting the needle in the boy's nether region.

Twenty-seven screamed again as the heat spread under his balls and close to his ass. The next shot was prepared and Doctor Summers took his time explaining Twenty-seven how the drugged worked and how it could prevent him from cumming for a good four or five hours. He then inserted the needle in Twenty-seven's left testicle.

The pain Twenty-seven felt was unbearable this time, but his cock expelled three huge droplets of precum as the he felt the heat of the drug spread all over his young nut.

"There, there," the Doctor said massaging the boy's left nut.

He stood up and prepared the next shot, this time taking more time, letting Twenty-seven anticipate the pain that was coming. Once done, he took the boy's right testicle and squeezed it lightly.

"Another little pinch, Twenty-seven," he said and giggled.

This time, however, Doctor Summers decided to make it even more painful, so he inserted the needle ever so slowly, letting the boy taste the pain of having his balls needle played. He stopped the movement once he'd reached halfway through the boy's testicle and injected the drug very, very slowly.

Twenty-seven screamed to the top of his lungs, though the gag made it impossible for the sound to reach far away. Doctor Summers then applied four more injections, one on the boy's cockshaft, between the boy's balls, one on the upper side of his shaft, two on the sides of his cock, saving the best for last.

"We're almost done now, Twenty-seven," Doctor Summers said, "We're just missing one more shot."

The boy's face was a mess of tears dried over tears and his throat was sore of so much screaming. Under his cockhead, however, the plastic container the good Doctor had placed, was almost halfway filled of teen precum, which was now a continuous flow from his slit to the container.

"This is it," the Doctor said with the syringe in hand.

Twenty-seven's eyes opened wide as he saw the length of the needle the doctor had in hand. It was a long needle, unlike any needle the boy had ever seen. Doctor Summers placed the syringe vertically over the boy's cockhead and then pierced, pushing the needle slowly inside the boy's cock. The needle entered through the cockhead piercing all the way to the boy's shaft. The pain was hell and so was the heat as the drug entered and spread all over the teen cock.

"You did very well, Twenty-seven," the Doctor said removing the boy's gag, "Taking all those shots like a man. Unfortunately, we need to see if the drug holds."

"What…what if it… doesn't?" Twenty-seven asked fearing the answer.

"Well, if that were the case, I might have to repeat the procedure."

As Doctor Summers said it, a thicker flow of precum was expelled from the boy's slit to the plastic container. Doctor Summers then proceeded to place the vacuum pump over the boys recently abused cock. Twenty-seven noticed his cock and balls looked larger than their usual size and wondered if it was because of the drugs.

A few switches turned and the pump started its work on masturbating the boy. The gentle suction, however, was nothing for the boy whose genitals now craved the pleasure of pain. As his cock was stimulated, Doctor Summers took the plastic container, now almost filled with the boy's precum and brought it to the boy's lips.

"Go on," he said, "all this protein cannot go to waste."

The flavor of his precum was good, though it was not good cold. Twenty-seven forced himself, however, to swallow the whole container as his cock was pumped.

"Well," Doctor Summers said, "It looks like the drug might need some reinforcement."

"No, please, Doctor," he said, "I can't…"

"Oh, yes you can!" the doctor said and moved away to prepare a new shot.

This time, however, good Doctor Summers just wanted to hear the boy scream. He prepared a new shoot of the drug and approached Twenty-seven.

"No, please, Doctor…" the boy said, his lips trembling.

But Doctor Summers was ready to see the boy squirm. He took the boy's left testicle and inserted the needle as slowly as possible. Twenty-seven screamed with a coarse throat as the needle pierced his nut for the second time. When he was done, the creepy man repeated the operation on the boy's left testicle, which elicited a new scream. Doctor Summers' underwear was wet beyond belief.

"You are now ready," the man said massaging Twenty-seven's abused lovely balls.

"For what?" Twenty-seven asked still in pain.

"That, my boy, is a surprise."

***

The man was looking though the one way mirror. He'd been observing the whole procedure and his rock hard cock was wet in his own juices inside his underwear. Two boys were standing by his side, both naked and gagged and the man was enjoying torturing the boys' cock and balls with his cigarrette as he witnessed Twenty-seven's ordeal.

Mister X came inside the little room and grinned as he saw the man using two of his favorite slaves. Alec Lovett, Twenty-seven's former boss at the shelter came inside the room as well. Mister X's cock was rock hard and exposed as he and Lovett approached the man. With a reverence of sorts, the man bent slightly and kissed and then lapped at Mister X's huge cockhead.

"Ah!" Mister X exclaimed, "You were always so good at sucking!"

"Thank you, master," the man said.

"I believe you and Mister Lovett are acquainted?

"Alec!" the man said standing and hugged Alec Lovett.

"Stephen!" Alec Lovett said, I'm so glad we're going to share Twenty-seven. He's such a fucking pain pig I'm sure you'll love it!"

"So, what do you think of the work we've done on Twenty-seven?" Mister X asked.

"It's amazing," Stephen said, "the conditioning seems to have kicked in rather quickly."

"That's true," Mister X said, "I never thought it would be so easy to break him."

"He really enjoys pain, now, doesn't he?" Stephen asked.

"I wouldn't have expected otherwise, Stephen. After all, he seems to take after his father."

"That's true," Stephen said, "though I never thought my son would be a much better painwhore than I ever was."

"Well," Mister X said, "You'll soon have a chance to try him yourself."

"I can hardly wait, master!" Stephen Smithson Senior replied.