Chapter 1
Lovely Shy Tyler Cook

Tyler Cook was probably one of the loveliest kids in the world. He was good at school and so friendly he never got into trouble. True, he was shy and a tad introverted, but that wasn't a surprise given the fact that his parents had never married and he'd been raised by his dad alone. When he was younger he had seen his mother every now and then but she hadn't made an appearance for the past two years or so. At school, he was loved and admired by all his teachers, but he mainly kept to himself and had only one friend, Spencer, with whom he spent most of his time there.

Ever since his mom had left, his father, Armin, had made sure to provide as much as he could for his only son. He was a loving father and ensured Tyler never lacked anything, from his father's love to education and toys and a good life; anything a boy his age could need. Armin did have an issue, though. He was a rather promiscuous gay man. At some point in his life Armin Cook had attended an orgy and had realized he liked sex with multiple partners. In fact, what Armin really enjoyed was being the center of attention in gangbangs and had started organizing his own private parties at home, where he could have from two to six men use him in every possible sexual way.

Tyler, of course, was unaware of his father's sexual appetites, and knew only that his dad liked partying with men. Lately his dad had a lot of parties over the weekends, always asking Tyler to remain in his room till the party was over. There were always four or five men during parties and they all drank and laughed and sometimes played loud music. Most of the time Tyler would fall asleep as the party started and he sometimes woke up in the early morning and found that the party sounds had quietened into soft music and sometimes moaning.

It was during one of these parties that Armin had met Herold. The first time Armin saw the Afro American, he knew he wanted this guy for one of his orgies; tall at 2.05 m [6'9"], 23 years of age and slim but toned, looking a lot like a basketball player. Herold Brooks was also handsome, with small dark eyes, full eyebrows, a round upturned nose and full tasty lips. Armin had a real taste for big cocks and Herold had one to be envied, 23 cm [9"] in length and possibly a good 19 cm [7.5"] in girth, of a regular shape curved to the left with a knob-shaped thumbtack cockhead. After the first time Herold had become a regular at Armin's parties. On one of those occasions, the Afro American had seen the man's son, Tyler, and knew immediately the kid was Austin's type.

Austin was one of a kind, a perverted forty-two year old boy lover. Herold himself had never been into kids or teens, but he owed Austin big time, since the man had given him a home when he'd been kicked out of his house almost thirteen years before. Herold had been only ten back then and Austin twenty nine. True, it had not been nice at the beginning, Austin had given him shelter and food, but in exchange he'd used Herold sexually until he turned fifteen, when he started turning into a man and lost all of his appeal in Austin's eyes. Austin had always been a thorough bastard who enjoyed not only having sex with youngsters, but particularly liked when boys resisted or fought back; it was a turn on for the man to tame boys into sexual servitude. Austin had over the years also shared the Afro American boy with some of his friends and at times he'd also made money renting the boy by the hour, night, or weekend. Herold still remembered the first time Austin had abused him when he was ten and unable to ejaculate, but that had not stopped perverted Austin. Herold, however, had accepted his treatment as the price of being sheltered by Austin and grew to see the man as a father and mentor, and felt indebted to him for life.

It was because of that, that all through the years, Herold had procured tender lovely boys for Austin; it was a way of paying Austin for having taken him off of the streets and given him a home. So, when Herold Brooks saw Tyler Cook for the first time at Armin's, he knew he had to give Austin access to the boy. He was sure Austin was gonna love him; Tyler was, after all, a beautiful looking boy who had just turned twelve, and fitted in Austin's most favored Age of Attraction. Herold knew this was most definitely the kind of boy Austin would enjoy.

Austin Riley's Volkswagen was parked outside Portsmouth Middle School. It was almost two thirty and the boys were about to be dismissed, according to his research of the last couple of days. He was hoping to spot the boy from the Polaroid snapshot Herold had given him the previous weekend. He was excited and restless when the boys started coming out of the building. Tyler's father couldn't have made it easier for Austin; the boy was wearing a navy blue cap with his name in white. He couldn't really see the boy in detail, but saw enough to be sure that Herold had outdone himself this time. Unfortunately for Austin Tyler was not alone. An olive-skinned boy with brown hair in a bowl cut was walking beside him. So, from a distance, the fat pervert took out his camera, zoomed in, and took as many snapshots of Tyler as he could manage to get and frustratedly went home.

It was about six pm when Herold brought Melvin Jacobs and Walter Sutton home. Austin hugged his two boy-loving friends and asked them to sit down.

"So," Walter said lighting up his cigarrette, "what was the urgency man?"

"The kind of urgency we all like," Austin said.

"Sounds like a bit of boymeat in the oven," Melvin said and laughed.

"Precisely," Austin replied and handed them the pictures of Tyler he'd gotten earlier in the day and which he'd developed as soon as he'd gotten home.

Both Walter and Melvin looked at the pictures and Melvin whistled in excitement. Tyler was a dream; the man guessed he was about 1.45 meters [4'9"] tall with an olive complexion. He had short wavy brown hair and a round and child-like face. He had a small upturned nose and a small mouth with a thin upper lip and a full lower one, with slightly heavy eyebrows and lovely curly lashes on a pair of big almond shaped hazel eyes. Walter felt his cock twitch in anticipation as he looked at the boy's perfect features and tiny frame. From all of Austin's gang of pervs, Walter was possibly the one who liked them younger, and young Tyler Cook definitely seemed younger than his twelve years of age.

"Man, I'm hard already," Melvin said.

"You're always hard, you perv!" Herold said jokingly and all of them had a good laugh.

As Herold brought drinks for everyone, Austin explained about how they'd come to know about Tyler Cook and detailed his plan in order to fuck the little boy. As Austin went into detail, Melvin got harder knowing this was something they were definitely going to enjoy. Walter was particularly eager to set the plan in motion in order to have a piece of the Cook boy, he could almost picture his adult cock being sucked by the boy's lovely pink lips. It was a shame it was only Thursday, because the plan would not come true until Saturday. But Walter had learnt to be patient. You had to learn to be patient if you were into youngsters.

It was Saturday already and Tyler was a bit sad, because he could not have his friend Spencer sleepover since his daddy was giving another party. As usual, his dad had asked him to remain in his room from around nine p.m. Tyler had unusually for him complained, but his Daddy was very clear that he was to remain in his room until the guests had left. So he put a movie on the VCR and settled down on his own to watch.

Austin was horny as hell but not at the action taking place in Armin's living room, but at the knowledge that he'd be having Tyler Cook tonight. The whole plan had been set in motion and Austin went upstairs to the bathroom. He took one long piss and then left the bathroom. Knowing Armin Cook was busy at both ends, Austin wandered around the upper floor of the house searching for the man's son, lovely little Tyler. He opened the door and found the boy watching TV.

"Hi, there!" Austin said.

"Um … hi!" Tyler said looking at the tall fat man with the extended goatee and the warm looking eyes.

"I'm Austin," the man said as way of an introduction, "I'm a friend of your dad."

"I've never seen you before," Tyler said.

"True, but we've been friends for some time."

"I see," Tyler said and went back to watching TV.

"Well, I'm gonna go back to the party now," Austin said feigning being offended and knowing how much he'd enjoy the brat later as the night progressed.

"Austin?" Tyler said realizing he'd been rude.

"Yes?"

"I didn't mean to be rude, sorry."

"It's okay, no need to apologize."

Tyler turned to look at the man and realized he looked like a nice kind man, in a way, he kinda reminded him of Santa, being tall and fat. Austin wasn't that old and his beard and hair weren't white but blonde. But he did have a Santa vibe.

"How come you're not at the party?" Tyler asked.

"I went to the bathroom and then I saw your door ajar, so I thought I might say hello. Your dad talks a lot about you."

"He does?" Tyler asked smiling.

"A lot!" Austin reinforced trying to earn the boy's trust.

"I'm Tyler!" the boy said.

"I know! A pleasure to meet you, Tyler."

"Wanna watch a movie?"

"Yeah, why not … but …"

"What?"

"Where am I sitting?"

"Next to me, duh!" Tyler said and moved to the side making room on his bed.

Austin gave it a thought, what if Armin came upstairs? But then again, how would he come up, the man had been busy sucking on Herold's big black stick as he was pounded in the ass by that other guy, whatever his name was, so he thought it was likely to be safe to test the waters with the boy so he decided to sit down.

"You strike me a bit like Santa," Tyler said.

"I do?" Austin asked and then started laughing a Santa laugh.

Tyler laughed as well and taking advantage of the unexpected situation, Austin stood up and picked up Tyler, depositing him in his lap.

"Very good, Tyler," he said placing one of his hands on the Tyler's tummy and the other on the boy's leg, "So, tell me, have you been a good boy this year?"

Tyler kept on laughing and did not reply, so Austin feigned getting angry and spoke, "Oh, the boy is not replying, so he needs to be punished for ignoring Santa!"

Having said so, he started tickling Tyler's neck and tummy. Tyler started laughing even more as his made-up Santa tickled him, he was so ticklish and couldn't stop from laughing. Taking advantage of the situation, Austin placed the boy on the bed and continued to tickle his neck and then his armpits. Tyler was maniacally laughing and Austin felt his cock starting to engorge. He kept tickling Tyler who kept on laughing, managing to accidentally rub the boy's little bulge a couple of times. This was too much for the man! He could hardly wait to have little Tyler! Once the tickling attack had subsided, and both were laughing like crazy, Austin picked Tyler up and sat him on his lap once again. The exhausted boy leaned his head against the man's chest.

"I like you a lot Austin," Tyler said.

"I like you a lot too, Tyler," Austin said feeling his rock hard cock pushed against the oblivious boy, "you're a lot more fun than your father made me believe."

Tyler smiled.

"You know what?" Austin said, "Maybe I should go back to the party, what if your dad gets mad?"

Tyler's face of disappointment was a delight to Austin and the man tenderly cupped the boy's face in his hands and said, "I have a better idea."

"What?" Tyler asked obviously excited.

"What if you came down to the party?" Austin asked.

"Dad won't let me. He always tells me to stay in my room while he parties."

"Mmhhh. Tell you what," Austin added, "Let me talk to your dad about it, you'll see I'll convince him."

"Will you do that for me?" Tyler asked.

"I'll be glad to. You have to promise something, though."

"What, Austin?"

"You have to promise you'll stay awake for a while, convincing your dad might take some time."

"Will an hour do?" Tyler asked smiling.

"An hour will do. I'll see you later at the party," Austin said winking at the beautiful young Tyler.

When Austin arrived in the living room Armin was on all fours being fucked by Arnold and sucking at both Herold and Joe.

"You gotta try this mouth man!" Joe said.

"Maybe later," Austin said and sat down.

Armin was having the time of his life with three cocks all just for his own enjoyment, but Austin was wondering if Herold had carried out the plan. When Armin, Arnold, Herold and Joe had finished their orgy, Austin served drinks for everyone else and sat down next to Herold.

"Did you do what I asked?"

"I did," Herold said, "I've given the man a half pill in every drink."

"Good. Arnold and Joe?"

"They're hitting the road now. I texted Walter and Melvin. They should be about to arrive."

"Great. Let's wrap it up."

Austin moved from his place and sat down next to Armin. He noticed immediately how the man was almost knocked out by the sleeping pills Herold had been slipping in his drinks as the night progressed. Austin recognized the man was handsome and he even pictured him as a young boy. If he was Tyler's age, Austin would've definitely have wanted a turn with Armin Cook.

"You've got a nice cock," Austin said.

"You didn't join us," Armin replied jokingly, "You could've sucked me off as I was attacked on all fronts."

"Maybe now," Austin said knowing the man would refuse.

"One on one?" Armin asked, "Not my kind of thing."

"Too bad …"

"Guess so …" as he said it, Armin suddenly passed out cold.

Austin stood up and called Herold.

"Sup, man?"

"Have Arnold and Joe get going and I'll take Armin to his bedroom. Double check on Walter and Melvin's ETA. It's time for some fun."

"You're a wicked man!"

"Haven't you ever done a twelve year old before?" Austin asked smiling.

"Never! not even when I was twelve!"

"You're so gonna love it!"

Austin took Armin and double checked that the man was completely out of it. He carried him upstairs and placed him in his bed, making sure to close the door on his way out. It was 12:30 am and Austin knew the man was going to be out for the rest of the night. After placing the man in his room and closing his door, he went to Tyler's room.

"Hi, Ty!" Austin said.

"You came back!" Tyler said excited jumping from his bed.

"I said I would, now, didn't I?"

"So," the boy asked, "What did dad say?"

"Unfortunately, he was tired and went to his room."

Tyler looked at the man, a face of disappointment. He looked so cute when he pouted that Austin hoped he would pout that way when he was getting his surely tight pubescent ass fucked.

"Buuuuuuuuuut …" Austin added.

"Yes?" Tyler asked, his face lighting up.

"He said you could join us if you wanted," Austin added.

"Really?"

"Really," Austin said, "So, are you coming?"

For an answer, Tyler rushed from his bed and hugged Austin.

"You're cool!" The boy said.

"You have no idea, Tyler," Austin said.

"Wait!" Tyler said, "I have to change!"

"No, you don't!" Austin said smiling, "Your PJs are super cool. And you don't need a shirt, your undershirt is ok."

"Really?"

"Yeah. Come on, let's party."

Austin threw his arm round Tyler's shoulder, feeling his warm skin. He felt his cock twitch in anticipation as he hugged Tyler to his side. This was gonna be a piece of cake. When they arrived in the living room, Herold, Walter and Melvin were already having a drink.

"Hey there!" Austin said, "This stud here is my man Tyler!"

"Hey Tyler!" Walter said grabbing his crotch indiscreetly.

"Hey, Ty!" Melvin said obviously excited.

Herold couldn't even speak, he thought Tyler was a bit too young for his taste, but he was equally eager to participate in the night's game.

"Hi guys!" Tyler said.

"Well, let's have a seat," Austin said and turned to his protégé, "Herold, a drink for Tyler!"

"Um …" Tyler said hesitantly.

"Yes, Tyler?" Austin asked.

"Dad won't let me drink …"

"But you are partying with us now. You got your dad's permission. And if you're partying now with us, it means you're one of us, one of the guys, right?"

"I … I guess," Tyler said kind of convinced by the man's logic.

"And if you're one of us, you do have to party like a man, right?" Austin asked.

"I … um … I guess you're right."

"Drink for my man, Tyler!" Austin said.

So the drinks came and finding several reasons to toast, Austin managed to get Tyler to drink a couple of large measures of whiskey mixed with lemonade to hide the taste. Tyler felt funny at the drinks, he felt fuzzy, warm and relaxed, oblivious to the fact that that was exactly what Austin had intended.

"Want a party candy?" Austin asked taking a pill from his pocket.

"What is a party candy?" Tyler asked.

"Something that'll help you relax and feel reaaaaaaaal good," Austin added, "It feels cool."

Too naïve to refuse, Tyler nodded. Austin smiled and placed the pill in Tyler's mouth and gave him more of the whiskey drink to wash it down.

"There you go!" Austin said, "You're officially a big guy now!"

Chapter 2
One Hell Of A Party

Tyler smiled feeling a bit weird and he noticed he felt hot. Maybe it was the party candy? Melvin, the red haired guy with the big ears got up and came to sit down next to him. Now he was sitting between Austin and Melvin.

"You okay, Tyler?" Austin asked him knowing the alcohol and the drug were taking effect.

"I … um … I'm a bit hot."

"It is hot, isn't it, guys?" Austin asked, "Let's take off our shirts!"

On cue, all of them stood up and took off their shirts making Tyler feel slightly embarrassed, after all, the only males he'd seen shirtless were his dad at home, his classmates during PE and when he had gone swimming, but he tried to act cool even though his mind felt a bit fuzzy.

"Come on, Ty!" Austin said, "It's just you left!"

Without another thought, young Tyler pulled his top off and they all made a toast to that. Tyler smiled, a funny expression on his face which showed the boy was now both a bit drunk and a bit high. Before he could react, Austin started caressing Tyler's chest and so did Melvin.

"My, you're so well built!" Austin said, "I bet you're good at sports, aren't you Ty?"

Tyler felt strange as the two men caressed his chest but did not know what to say or how to react.

"I-I … um … I gue-ess," Tyler replied feeling nervous as he was touched.

"And look at these cute round pink nipples of yours," Austin said and started caressing Tyler's left nipple as Melvin followed his lead on the boy's right one, "I'm sure a lot of girls like you, right?"

"I-I do-don-t k-kno-o-ow," Tyler said feeling funny stuff in his nipples as the men touched him.

"Let's see how that nipple looks when it's hard," Austin said.

Austin stopped the motion of his hand and pinched Tyler's left nipple as Melvin did the same on the boy's right one.

"Ouch!" Tyler said.

"What do you mean 'Ouch' Tyler?" Austin said, "You're a big boy! That shouldn't hurt!"

"I … guys," Tyler said feeling rather uncomfortable.

The boy was slightly drunk and slightly high, but not enough to not realize that what was going on was obviously wrong.

"Yes, Tyler?" Melvin asked.

"Ma-ay-be … you sh-should … stop?"

Austin did not answer and continued to squeeze and pinch on Tyler's left nipple as Melvin did the same on the right one. Austin then winked at Walter and the blond and handsome twenty-five year-old man came to take Austin's position. Austin knelt in front of Tyler and placed his hands on the boy's thighs and started running them up and down.

"Austin … wh-aa … wh-at …?" Tyler stammered.

"Relax, Ty," Austin said, "You're one of the guys now … This will be fun!"

Having said so, he pulled Tyler's pajamas down, leaving him only in his tighty whiteys. With no warning, he placed his hand over the pubescent bulge and started caressing it, effectively stimulating the boy, whose little dick had never been touched before, not even by himself, as Tyler hadn't discovered masturbation yet.

"No! No! Wait!" Tyler said, but nice Austin wouldn't stop.

Melvin and Walter, now holding Tyler's arms so he couldn't defend himself, were busy licking at the boy's nipples as Austin ran his hand freely over the boy's underwear, measuring and savoring the boy's dicklet and nuts in anticipation.

"Stop! Stop! Please, stop!" Tyler said.

For an answer, Austin opened the underwear's fly and pulled out Tyler's young and now erect penis. It was just as Austin had imagined and he smiled to himself: a tapered little tool, probably a good 10 cm [4"] in length and possibly 7 cm [2¾"] in girth with a bullet regular sized pink cockhead; his little balls had already dropped down and were held in a thin regular ballsac.

"Pl-e-ee-eaaaaaaa …" Tyler didn't finish as he suffered a sensory overload from Austin rubbing on his dickie's head.

Herold couldn't move watching the action taking place. He was sitting opposite Tyler and the men with a boner that hurt beyond belief in his tight jeans. He found the whole situation so arousing that he didn't know how to react; true, he'd never fancied youngsters before, but there was something so twisted in the whole situation it made his cock twitch. Melvin and Walter continued to work on Tyler's nipples as Austin started rubbing the boy's already hardened virgin cock.

"St-to-oop! Don't, ple-plea-se!" Tyler pleaded again.

He couldn't really understand the feelings he was experiencing but he knew it was wrong to be touched in the way he was being touched; and there were three men touching him. He was scared but his body sent the opposite message into his slightly drunken and high pubescent brain. He got even more scared as Austin pulled down his tighty whiteys leaving him completely exposed. His weenie, however, was hard, hard as it got sometimes during the night or when he woke up. His daddy called it 'morning wood'.

"See, Ty?" Austin asked, "Your cock does like this game!"

And having said so, Austin went down and took the stiff pubescent tool in his mouth. With all his experience at cock sucking, he used his tongue to pull Tyler's foreskin back and lick at his young pubescent cockhead. The boy struggled in the men's hands as he was sucked, but Melvin and Walter were strong and held him in place as they licked and bit on his lovely hardened boy nipples.

"Stop … please … please …" he begged once more.

"I think this boy needs a gag, don't you Austin?" Melvin asked.

Austin nodded still sucking at Tyler's cock.

Melvin stood up from his place and undid the button of his pants. He unzipped his fly and took out his gorgeous 20 cm [7¾"] cock. He pulled Tyler's hair to make the boy look straight at his already oozing rod and smiled. Tyler was not sure what was going on, but Melvin' cock was right in front of his face. It was big and pink headed and veiny all over. The man had an equally big set of balls which hung under his huge meat.

"Open your mouth, kid," Melvin commanded.

Tyler shook his head no, he didn't know what the man's intention was, but he was sure it was nothing good.

"I said open your mouth!" Melvin repeated.

When Tyler didn't react, Melvin slapped him hard in the face. Still, he wouldn't open his mouth. However, a succession of hard slaps against his face made Tyler feel a bit less brave. Austin was getting as hard as he could get, loving it when boys resisted.

"Are you gonna open now, kid?" Melvin asked.

With tears running down his cheeks, Tyler opened his mouth slowly and Melvin pushed his cockhead into the boy's mouth. Tyler's eyes opened in shock, as he had never imagined a man would put his adult cock in there. Why were these men doing this to him? Why was he forced to suck on this man's dick? If he'd only listened to his father and locked his door. But Austin had been so nice to him, why was he being nasty now? Tyler was in shock as the man's cock went inside his mouth. He hated it! He hated the fact that he was being forced to suck on a man's dick. The idea was revolting and he felt nauseated as the big cock pumped in and out of his mouth.

Herold couldn't help himself anymore and approached the group. As Melvin pumped his cock inside Tyler's mouth and Walter and Austin played with the boy's nipples and cock respectively, He asked Austin.

"Hey man," he said, "Need a hand somewhere?"

"We can always use a hand," Austin said removing Tyler's cock from his mouth, "Wanna give me a hand sucking Tyler here?"

Herold didn't think twice, he knelt next to Austin and joined him in sucking on Tyler's pubescent cock. They would alternate between his cock and balls making the drunken and high twelve-year old boy grow delirious with the strange feelings he was getting.

"Guys?" Melvin said, "I think Tyler here needs another flavor of popsicle!"

Walter stood up from his place and undid his pants and took out his gorgeous uncut 20 cm [7¾"] white cock. He approached Tyler and started rubbing his oozing meat on the boy's left cheek as the boy was forced to suck on Melvin's rod. Melvin took his cock out from Tyler's mouth and Walter pushed his in. Tyler couldn't believe this was really happening to him. He was now sucking on a different cock and Austin and Herold were sucking at his. He wanted this madness to stop, feeling ashamed at being forced to suck adult dicks. He knew what men who did that were called, they were called faggots and cocksuckers and fairies. He didn´t want to be a faggot, he was only twelve and he wanted to grow up and get married and have a wife and kids. He hated sucking these men's dicks, he felt disgusted at the situation and the cocks face-fucking him, but at the same time he felt ashamed as he realized he liked being blown by Austin and Herold. How was that possible? How could he feel so revolted and at the same time have such good feelings? Before long, he felt something funny in his crotch, something like an itch, something like he wanted to pee but different but he could not say anything as his mouth was stuffed with cock.

Austin recognized all the signs and took sole charge of Tyler's cock, asking Herold to work on sucking at the boy's young balls. Tyler's young cock started throbbing repeatedly with the unequivocal signs of orgasm. Tyler felt something unlike anything he had experienced before as his orgasm hit. The heat in his crotch was unbearable as he came for the first time in Austin's adult mouth. Just as his midsection contracted, Melvin fucked his face faster and started cumming in his mouth. Tyler had heard the older boys at school talk about masturbation and cumming, but he never thought it would be this horrible. Melvin cock was making so much cum Tyler forced himself to swallow so as not to choke. The thing was slimy and weird and he suddenly felt like he was gonna puke.

"Fuck!" Melvin said, "Oh, fuck man, Tyler! You're one hell of a suckpiece!"

Melvin's remark made Tyler feel even more ashamed at himself. The comment made him feel like he was nothing but a suckpiece, a hole for the man to throw his cum into, even if he hadn't really known what cum was before but he was certainly finding out now. When Melvin withdrew his wilting cock from his mouth, Walter's cock took its place, as the man announced his imminent cum.

"Oh, fuck, yeah!" Walter said as his cock started spurting.

Tyler was now swallowing Walter's spunk. Jet after jet of the man's slime hit against the back of his throat seeming to never stop. He wanted to puke again, Walter's cum was of a stronger flavor and more abundant, and Tyler kept having to swallow as the man continued to spurt inside him. Austin smiled to himself as he noticed Tyler's resistance as he was forced to swallow his friends' spunk. There was nothing Austin found more attractive than a boy being humiliated this way, being forced to become a sexual toy for their nasty appetites. He sure hoped the boy was going to resist once Austin came in his young mouth, forced to swallow the huge load that was being worked up inside him. After all, Austin had always been a heavy cummer and right now he was so worked-up he knew he was going to cum industrial quantities.

Tyler thought his ordeal was over once he and the two men had cum, but the night was far from finished. Austin rose from his knees and took Tyler in his arms. He gave the boy a long sip of whiskey and then placed him face down on the coffee table. With the help of his friends, he tied the boy's wrists and ankles to the legs of the table.

"What … what are you going to do?" Tyler asked really scared now.

"Herold?" Austin said.

"Yes, man," The Afro American replied.

"Can you gag Tyler, please?"

Herold needed no further instruction. He knelt facing Tyler's face and offered his already drooling cock as he smiled. Tyler was shocked once more. If he had thought Melvin and Walter had big cocks, Herold's was the biggest of them all. He'd never seen a black cock before, not even at school, and he found the thing scary. Tyler was so scared the man would slap him across the face again, that he didn't need to be encouraged to take Herold's cock in his mouth. The man's precum was a lot slimier than Walter's and Melvin's and he felt nauseated once again. Even though Herold's dick was a lot bigger, Tyler found himself trying harder to accommodate the huge dick inside his mouth as if his life depended on it.

Austin smiled as he saw Tyler struggling to suck on Herold's cock and felt his own member stiffen a bit more. He knelt facing Tyler's ass and started licking on the boy's crack. He went up and down until he found Tyler's virgin asshole. He licked on it savoring the boy's sweet tender taste. He then started pushing with his tongue to relax the boy's backdoor right before he inserted his middle finger in the never before used pucker. Tyler wanted to complain as he felt something inserted up his ass, but he couldn't since he had Herold's 23 cm [9"] cock pumping in and out of his mouth. He discerned that the feeling was Austin pushing a finger up his ass. Just when he was getting slightly accustomed to the intrusion, a new piercing pain shot up his spine and he felt two fingers.

Austin loved the way Tyler's ass squeezed on his two fingers and pushed a third one in. This boy was definitely going to be one hell of a ride. He couldn't wait any longer to fuck the virgin hole and stood up from his place asking his partners to help him untie Tyler from the coffee table. Tyler felt a surge of hope as he was untied from the table, thinking the nightmare was over, but before he could completely relax, his wrists were tied behind his back. Austin gave him another sip of neat whiskey, this one a lot larger. He was then put back on the coffee table but this time face up. The men had placed cushions all over it so he wouldn't hurt his arms. As soon as he was in position, Herold brought his huge black cock back to his face and Tyler opened his mouth to receive it without protest.

Austin waited until Tyler's mouth was stuffed and pushed his already lubricated cockhead against Tyler's asshole. Having been fingered, the cockhead went in pretty easily. The challenge was going to be to push the rest of his 20 cm [7¾"] rod inside. Tyler felt a burn in his ass and wanted to scream but he was muffled by Herold's huge black meat. He didn't need to be a genius to know someone had put a dick inside his ass. When he felt the pain was reducing, a new pain shot through him as more of Austin's dick was pushed inside him. He tried to concentrate on sucking harder at Herold's throbbing meat so as to block out the pain in his ass.

As the boy was being pounded by Herold and Austin at both ends, Walter went down and took Tyler's stiff young cock in his mouth. As he started sucking on the pubescent rod, he played with the boy's balls with his left hand. Melvin followed Walter's cue and went down to work on the boy's nipples. Tyler felt new ripples of shameful pleasure as his nipples and dick were worked by the perverts and suddenly a new pleasure was born as Austin's cock rubbed against something inside his ass. He found himself sucking Herold at his own pace and suddenly realized it didn't taste that bad anymore. Or was it the whiskey? Or the party candy?

Austin was close to cumming and he did not want to cum inside Tyler, he wanted to cum in the boy's mouth and force his load down the twelve-year-old throat. So, he pulled out and asked Herold to switch places. When Austin approached Tyler's face, the boy opened his mouth wide to receive the man's throbbing cock.

"Here it comes, baby boy! I see you are indeed a very good boy! I'm sure Santa will bring you a lot of presents this year!" Austin said as he pushed in and out Tyler's mouth and then cruelly laughed a Santa laugh.

Herold pushed his huge black cock inside Tyler and the boy moaned with Austin's cock in his mouth. Tyler was far gone into a frenzy he couldn't understand as his body was stimulated all over. Without even noticing, he had started pushing himself against the black rod pounding his ass as he now sucked on Austin's dick with way too much enthusiasm. As Walter sucked his now irritated cock, he found himself enjoying every single one of the men's move. Austin removed his cock from the boy's mouth to let him breathe and Tyler spoke.

"Austin?" he said.

Austin looked at the boy askance.

"Can you untie my wrists," he said between moans, "they hurt."

"On one condition," Austin said.

"Uh-huh?" Tyler said the alcohol and drug now definitely in his system.

"When your hands are free you will use them to touch our dicks."

Tyler nodded too far gone to care. Austin smiled and nodded, so the men stopped molesting the boy as he untied Tyler's hands and then laid him back on the table. Once there, the boy spread his legs open so that Herold could go back inside him. When the black man had recommenced pounding the boy's ass, Tyler took Austin's cock in his pubescent hands as the man pushed the rod towards the boy's mouth. Melvin and Walter knelt at young Tyler's sides.

As Tyler sucked on Austin's dick, Melvin took one sweet small hand and placed it on his adult veiny cock. Walter followed his lead and pulled Tyler's left hand to his thick oozing rod. Tyler was confused but horny and, almost instinctively started moving his hands on the two adult cocks jerking both men. Herold got even hornier and started pounding the boy's ass more savagely. Austin felt his own cock throb repeatedly announcing his orgasm.

"Drink it, baby boy! Here it comes!" Austin said.

Tyler sucked even harder at Austin's dickhead and he quickly felt the man spurt the first jet of cum. Then a second. A third. The flow didn't seem to stop and Tyler thought he liked Austin's cock the most as well as his cum. Or did he? Why was he having such thoughts when earlier he'd felt disgusted at sucking these men's adult dicks? Austin's cock was thick and slimy and Tyler found himself thinking it was better than the others. Was he drunk? As Austin came in his mouth, Melvin and Walter started cumming all over his chest and face and Herold inside his ass. When Herold's first rope of cum hit his insides, Tyler started cumming without even being manipulated.

When Austin was done cumming, Tyler wiped his cock clean with his tongue. The other men circled him so he could suck all of them clean too and Tyler found himself wiping all four cocks with his tongue. He was then brought up on his feet and Austin kissed him deeply. Melvin, Walter and Herold also took their turn kissing him as Austin went down to lick the boy's cock clean. When Austin sat down after the abusive orgy, Tyler cuddled against him, shaking. Walter sat next to Tyler and started kissing the boy's neck as all of the men caressed his violated body. Austin kissed him once again and looked into the boy's eyes.

"You were one hell of a fuck, Tyler," he said, "We definitely have to do this again."

Tyler started whimpering as he realized he had been violently abused by four men and he had liked it. Or had he? Was he still drunk? His ass now felt empty without anything inside and he played with Austin's cock in his pubescent hands as tears bathed his face.

"We have to get going now," Austin said.

They stood up and started dressing. Tyler was feeling groggy, maybe the exhaustion, the drugs and the alcohol he'd ingested were finally weighing on him. He wasn't fully conscious, but in his intoxicated mind Tyler could still think but one thing: he had been abused and he thought he had liked it. He was so ashamed and felt so guilty at what had just happened.

When all men had finished dressing, Herold approached Austin.

"Austin?" the man said.

"Yes?"

"Man, I am thinking …"

"Thinking?" Austin asked, "Thinking of what?"

"What if the boy talks man?" he said, "What if he tells his dad what happened? We'd be in deep shit man."

"The boy will be to terrified to say anything," Austin said.

"What if he's not?" Herold asked, "Are you willing to risk it man?"

"What are you suggesting?" Austin looked at his protégé curiously, "We definitely cannot take him with us. We'd be tied to his disappearance. And that would be much worse."

"I suggest we stage a kidnap man. You and I stay. The man did not see Melvin and Walter. Walter and Melvin can tie us up, maybe hurt us a bit. They can take Tyler tonight and leave a ransom note. We'd be in the clear."

"And what do you suggest we do with Tyler? Keep him?" Austin asked with sarcasm.

"No, man. But you do have your contacts. Could make us a little money, you know? He's a cute boy. And almost a virgin."

Austin pondered the situation. Maybe taking Tyler was not such a bad idea, because Herold was right, he did have his contacts and he could sell Tyler to any of them. The first to come to mind was Noah Moore, the eccentric millionaire who owned a whorehouse for rich men with an appetite for young boys. Moore paid well when the goods were top quality and Tyler definitely was.

"You have a point. Let's do it."

Austin and Herold filled Walter and Melvin in on the plan they had devised as they looked at young Tyler who had fallen asleep on the couch, all naked and a mess of cum all over him. He remained looking at Tyler for a while, he was beautiful and a good fuck too. Melvin and Walter proceeded according to plan and left the ransom note next to Austin and Herold, who'd been tied, gagged and mistreated to make the story believable. Melvin took Tyler in his arms, and the men dressed him as they wouldn't want to be caught with a naked little boy in the van if they were stopped for any reason. Tyler's life was about to change forever.

Chapter 3
Captive

As soon as they had arrived at Austin's place, Melvin took Tyler to Austin's room. Tyler was definitely wiped out because of the heavy night and would have slept for hours, but Melvin decided to give the boy more 'party candy'. Despite the fact that Austin and Herold would not be back until the following morning when hopefully all things would have been sorted and they would all be in the clear, he thought why not make the most of the opportunity? It wasn't every day he got such a cute little boy to play with and never without Austin being around.

"I don't want more candy," Tyler said in sleepy mode.

"Yes, you do, buddy," Melvin said, "Come on, open up!"

Reluctantly, Tyler opened his mouth and Melvin put not one, but two pills inside the boy's mouth.

"Now," Melvin said, "I need to take you upstairs to sleep, okay?"

Tyler Cook nodded but he was already falling asleep again, alcohol and drugs still in his system. Melvin brought Tyler to a bedroom in which he crashed every time he visited with Austin and placed the boy in bed. Tyler was far gone after all the night's abuse and Melvin was free to remove Tyler's clothing one piece at a time. He got very hard just looking at Tyler's beautiful olive-skinned torso as he removed the boy's t-shirt. He took his time to caress the boy's nipples eliciting a couple of moans from the deeply-asleep boy. He then removed the boy's shoes and socks. Then he proceeded to removing the boy's short pants and then his tighty-whiteys. Tyler's rod was hard and slimy, proof that the party candy had kicked in. Melvin bent down and smelled and then kissed the sweet little rod. He wanted to have fun with Tyler, but he needed Walter too. His biggest turn on was abusing a boy with others.

He walked downstairs and found Walter having a beer in the kitchen. Melvin took one too and then sat down, pensive.

"What are you thinking, man?" Walter asked Melvin, "You're so quiet all of a sudden."

The red haired twenty-five year-old looked at his friend as he touched his dick which, even though it had been used plenty, was getting hard again.

"I was thinking Austin and Herold will not be back until late morning tomorrow, and I'm worried poor little Tyler will be neglected."

Walter grinned at the suggestion. Certainly, Tyler had been a delicacy and they knew the boy would soon be out of their reach, once Austin had sold him somewhere. Like Melvin, he started thinking that using the boy a bit more before the gang leader came back would not be a bad idea.

"You're wicked man," Walter said.

"Nah, just horny," Melvin said, "and the boy is a nice piece. Reminds me of one of my nephews."

"So, what do you have in mind?" Walter asked.

"I'm thinking little Tyler might be cold, being naked and all. Maybe we could sleep with him and warm his sweet twelve-year old body in bed."

"I think you're right, we wouldn't want our guest to get sick in the short time he is in our care," Walter said and chuckled.

Having agreed on what had to be done, Melvin and Walter walked upstairs to keep little and previously very shy Tyler company. When they entered the room, the boy was sound asleep. Not wanting to waste any time, Melvin got naked, his 20 cm [7¾"] tapered cock already at full mast, the cockhead glistening with precum. Walter did the same and as soon as they were both naked, they went under the bedspreads with Tyler. Melvin had a particular appetite for boysticks, so he started fondling little Tyler's which was hard thanks to the latest drugs he had given the boy. As Melvin fondled the boy's rod, Walter started licking on Tyler's cute nipples, licking and sucking on his boytits. Tyler moaned in his sleep but he was still too drunk and drugged to react more. Melvin went down to suck on Tyler's rod which was really hard. As Melvin sucked on Tyler's lovely noodle and Walter got busy with the boy's nipples, Tyler started to come around. The suction to his wiener brought him awake, but he was still too drugged to fight back.

"It tingles," he said.

"I'm glad," Melvin replied, "Let's make it tingle a bit more."

The man started sucking with more enthusiasm at the boy's 10 cm [4"] stick. As he tongued the lovely little cockhead. Tyler started moaning as his dick was blown, feeling a sort of ecstasy even in his stupor. He was unable to understand what was going on. He'd been fucked? It all seemed like a fuzzy memory. What had happened? He'd had a dream that he'd been fucked by four guys. Had it been a dream? As Melvin sucked on Tyler's dicklet, Walter moved from his place and brought his cock to Tyler's mouth, smearing his precum over the boy's lovely lips.

"Open up, Tyler," he said.

As soon as the scent of the man's cock hit his nostrils, Tyler felt his gag reflex kick in and knew it hadn't been a dream, he had been fucked by four men. Tyler did not want to suck on the man's cock, he did not, he felt nauseated as soon as he felt the man's cock slime on his lips and he tightened his mouth. But Walter was not gonna take no for an answer and he pinched the boy's nose cutting his air supply. When he couldn't go anymore without air, Tyler opened his mouth and Walter pushed his mushroom-sized purple helmet into Tyler's mouth.

"That's a good whore," Walter said, "now, tongue my cockhead."

Tyler wanted to refuse, but the huge cockhead was inside his mouth already and he didn't know how he could refuse. Feeling still a bit drugged and unable to fight back, Tyler did as commanded and his tiny tongue started circling the mushroom cockhead, feeling the man's slime flavor as he did so. Melvin was in paradise sucking on Tyler's little noodle and tongue bathed the bullet shaped little cockhead as he started playing with Tyler's little nuts with his right hand. Tyler felt the tingling in his dick, before tonight he hadn't been aware of the intense pleasure his dick could make him feel and instinctively started thrusting his hips into Melvin's mouth.

"I think someone's getting into it," Walter said and laughed.

Melvin abandoned the little boystick leaving it twitching and unsatisfied and knelt facing Walter, rubbing his cockhead against Tyler's cheek. Walter knew what Melvin wanted and removed his cock from the twelve-year old mouth so Melvin could use it too. Tyler felt the difference in flavors as Melvin's cock went inside his mouth.

"Fuck, you're a good cocksucker!" Melvin said.

Before Tyler could process the whole situation, he found himself blowing both men in turns, the two 20 cm [7¾"] hard cocks oozing precum in his mouth as he serviced them.

"I think we need to attend to his other boyhole," Walter said.

"By all means," Melvin replied.

As Tyler sucked on Melvin's cock, Walter went down and started rimming Tyler's little rosebud. The boy felt a tingling in his ass again as he carried on blowing Melvin. The rimming soon changed to finger-fucking as Walter inserted his index finger inside the boy's ass. Tyler grunted at the invasion as he sucked on Melvin's huge adult cock. Walter added a second finger to the equation, pushing both fingers in and out, trying to make Tyler's ass lose enough for his cock. When the boy seemed to be taking it nicely, Walter added a third finger. Tyler grunted again as Melvin sped up the face-fucking, making Tyler choke at times as the huge rod obstructed his throat.

Walter did not want to waste any more time, so he knelt facing the boy's ass as he opened the boy's legs and pushed his mushroom sized cockhead against the boy's hole. The huge purple head disappeared inside Tyler and the boy grunted in pain as Melvin's rod fucked his mouth. Walter was horny beyond belief and pushed his whole dick inside the boy in one hard thrust. Tyler grunted in pain feeling tears welling up in his eyes, but could not complain with Melvin's cock filling his mouth.

"Move him," Melvin said, "Let's spitroast him."

Walter didn't have to be told twice, without removing his cock from inside Tyler, he twisted the boy around bringing him onto all fours. The maneuver released Melvin's dick from the boy's mouth giving the little chap the chance to let the men know what he really thought.

"Stop! Please!" Tyler squealed, "It hurts, it hurts!"

Instead of stopping, Walter merely pulled his cock almost all the way out and then rammed it all the way in again. Tyler screamed and Melvin pushed his cock back inside the boy's mouth. Once both men were properly back inside his holes, they started fucking Tyler's ass and mouth at the same pace. Walter and Melvin synchronized their movements so they would push in and pull out at the same time. Tyler was in pain and felt nauseated again as both thick cocks fucked his mouth and ass. He did realize, however, that his little dicklet was hard between his legs. Walter noticed it as well when he fished for the little rod and started masturbating Tyler.

"Someone does like being spitroasted!" he told Melvin who laughed.

"How about we switch places?" Walter asked, "I want me some more of that little faggot mouth!"

As soon as the men removed their dicks from Tyler's holes, the boy, still on all fours, begged, "Stop, please, it hurts, it hurts!"

"You took four dicks before Tyler," Melvin said as Walter positioned his cock at Tyler's mouth, "And bigger than ours! So, shut up and take it like a man!"

"Please!" Tyler managed to say before Walter pushed his huge dick in his mouth.

Tyler felt revulsed knowing the cock he had in his mouth had been in his ass seconds before, but he could not complain now that the huge thing was inside him. Once Tyler had been gagged by Walter's cock, Melvin pushed his thick 20 cm [7¾"] rod inside Tyler's ass, which was still loose courtesy of Walter's thick one. Tyler moaned against Walter's cock as both men recommenced pushing in and pulling out at the same time just at different ends. Melvin, loving boysticks the way he did, got busy masturbating Tyler so the boy could have some pleasure too. All of this was so confusing for Tyler, his ass and jaw hurt bigtime but his wiener felt so good as Melvin jacked him off. How was that even possible?

Melvin and Walter kept swapping ends taking turns fucking Tyler's two holes for a very good hour. The short breaks and the previous action allowed them to stop from cumming but eventually the action was too much for them.

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum!" Walter announced as his cock started spurting inside Tyler's lovely mouth.

Tyler could do nothing but swallow in order to avoid choking. Now that he wasn't drunk the strong flavor of the man's load made him retch a bit. Melvin left his position removing his cock from Tyler's ass, giving the boy a respite from the rear end, but as soon as Walter removed his rod from the boy's mouth, Melvin pushed his in, forcing his adult load inside Tyler as well. Tyler was nauseated as Melvin's load was forced down his throat.

"I think sweet little Tyler deserves a prize, don't you agree, Walter?" Melvin asked.

"Most definitely!" Walter answered and laughed.

"Please, please, please!" Tyler begged as both men went down on him.

Before the boy could object, Melvin swallowed Tyler's sweet little 10 cm [4"] cocklet, and Walter started fingering the boy's ass, quickly locating the boy's 'sweet spot' massaging it as Melvin applied strong suction to Tyler's bullet-shaped little cockhead.

"Please, please, please!" Tyler kept on begging as the men worked his dickie and ass, but undeniably feeling some pleasure.

His begging finally receded as his orgasm approached. He felt the explosion in his groin as Walter pushed that funny place in his ass. He felt his little dicklet spurt in Melvin's mouth, once, twice, thrice. He was not complaining anymore, he was now moaning in ecstasy as he came. When he was done, he thought the ordeal had come to an end, but it hadn't.

"You're greedy man!" Walter accused Melvin, "I wanted me some boy-juice too!"

"What's the problem?" Melvin asked, "Sweet Tyler is still hard as a rock!"

"No pl-plea-ase …" Tyler said, "N-no mo-more …"

But Walter and Melvin had already switched places and as Walter sucked on Tyler's noodle, Melvin finger-fucked the boy, paying especial attention to Tyler's little prostate to force him into cumming again.

"Please," Tyler begged drooling as the men continued to abuse him.

Young and stimulated and under the influence of drugs, it didn't take long for Tyler's immature boystick to start spurting another load, this time in Walter's mouth. He moaned and gasped as his dicklet spurted once and again another load of semi-transparent immature jizz.

"Man!" Walter said, "This is first class boy-juice!"

"Well," Melvin said, "Thank god we still have some hours before Austin comes back!"

Both men laughed at the facial expression on poor little Tyler Cook, who understood immediately these two men were going to continue abusing him at their leisure. Where was he? How had he gotten here? He tried to remember what had happened, but he didn't have a lot of time to think, for the men were already sucking on his nipples. Why had this happened to him?

When Austin Riley finally got home, it was past six in the afternoon. After they'd been cleared by the police, they had to stay with Armin Cook who kept losing his mind over what had happened to his son. Eventually though Austin and Herold had said goodbye and got in their van and driven to Austin's place. They came home to find Walter and Melvin having a cold beer and eating pizza as they waited.

"How's everything?" Austin asked.

"Fine," Walter replied, "Little boy's sleeping upstairs."

"He's been sleeping all day," Walter lied.

The night had been long and the day as well. Walter and Melvin had been using little Tyler so much the boy was sore in the mouth, ass, balls and dick, but Austin did not need to know that.

"Good," Austin said, "we need to get him groomed for Noah Moore."

"Are you selling him already?" Walter asked.

"I am," Austin said, "Why?"

"Such a shame," Melvin said, "I was hoping to have some more fun with him before you gave him away."

"We can't risk being tied to his disappearance," the fat man said and turned to Herold, "Go get Tyler bathed and make sure you pick something nice from my grooming closet, I want Tyler to look as awesome as he's ever looked."

Austin's protégé nodded and left the three men in the room. Tyler was gonna make them good money.

Chapter 4
Moore And His Boys

It was a long ride in Austin's van, so Tyler fell asleep, after all, he'd been seriously used up. For Herold it hadn't been a problem that the boy had fallen asleep, his little cock did not need him to be awake. All the way to Noah Moore's, Herold had been caressing, tugging and jerking Tyler's lovely cock with the cute boy sitting on his boner. Before last night Herold had never thought about having sex with a teenager, let alone a twelve-year old, but now he couldn't get enough of Tyler's noodle. As he jerked the boy's cock, he kept remembering how good it had felt to fuck him earlier, he'd never been inside a hole so tight and he suddenly understood why Austin liked young boys. Tyler moaned in his sleep as the Afro American played with his hard cock.

"It's amazing, isn't it?" Austin asked Herold.

"What?" Herold asked.

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

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

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

Tyler opened his eyes as the van came to a halt and looked at Austin askance, "Where are we?"

"Be quiet," Austin said, "Herold, bring Tyler outside."

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

"What can I do for you?"

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

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

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

Tyler heard a good number of locks opening and then the door was moved aside. Austin was the first to enter followed by Herold and Tyler. When the door was closed, Tyler looked at the man. He was dressed as a classical butler, possibly in his mid-thirties with dark hair and brown eyes.

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

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

Austin Riley grinned. Tyler Cook was top quality and almost a virgin. He was sure Noah Moore was going to pay handsomely for the boy he was bringing. He was also more than happy the police had cleared him and his protégé as suspects because now they were free to act. Tyler Cook was a good luck charm, he knew, because life was smiling on him again.

William turned around to guide the three guests. As they walked through a long and fancy hall with wooden tiled floor, Tyler couldn't help but notice all the paintings hanging on the wall. All of them depicted young boys around his age restrained in different positions. In one of those paintings, a young man was tied up naked; his face was splattered in cum as a lot of cocks seemed to be eternally ejaculating over him. Another one showed a boy sitting down on what looked like a fake cock as men were pissing on his face. Yet another one was a boy hanging from chains with his balls red and swollen. Tyler decided to stop looking and focused on following Austin and Herold.

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

"Hello, Boris," Austin said.

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

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

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

Tyler turned towards Austin uncertain what to do but the man nodded, so the boy started walking after William.

Boris opened the door for Austin and Herold, and they walked into the library. The scene unfolding would remain in Herold's mind forever. Sitting down on a rather comfortable armchair was a man with long dark hair and handsome features, full eyebrows, big wide set blue eyes, a roman nose and a small full-lipped mouth. Kneeling before him was a long-haired boy who Herold judged must've been around Tyler's age, completely naked and sucking at the man's cock. In his rear end, the boy had a thick long dildo, which he was humping as he sucked on the man. Next to the man, was another boy, a blonde. He looked around twelve as well, but he had an abnormally large cock. This huge cock was sort of stretched over a metal round ashtray, and there was a weird metal contraption stretching the boy's balls, which were now purple.

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

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

"Nice ashtray!" Austin said.

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

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

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

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

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

"He is. His name is Anton. I paid a small fortune for him, but he has a mouth worth ten times the price."

"Can I …?" Austin asked.

"By all means," the man replied.

Austin knelt before the boy and pinched his nipples, which were red and swollen. Then he found the boy's cock, probably a bit under 9 cm [3.5"] in all its erect glory. He rubbed it and squeezed it and then he moved on to the boy's balls, which were equally small, but still he found it delightful to squeeze them.

"Nice!" Austin said.

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

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

Herold nodded and so did the man.

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

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

"I see."

"So, Noah, are you interested? Would you take him in?"

"I think I could manage," Noah said breathing heavily, "Oh, fuck!"

Evidently cumming, Noah pushed his cock savagely against Anton's throat as his cock erupted inside the boy's mouth. Anton just kept swallowing the cum from his master's cock until the flow stopped. Once he'd cum, Noah ordered Anton to stand and asked Boris to take him to his quarters. Herold's eyes opened wide in astonishment as he saw Noah Moore's cock for the very first time. It was most definitely the most impressive cock he'd seen in his life. It was bigger than his and thick, very thick, of a pink shade and long, over 25 cm [10 in] long, slightly curved to the left and uncut with a mushroom sized vermillion helmet shaped cockhead. The thing, nested over a couple of big low hangers, and was still oozing some post cum, but Noah kept talking casually.

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

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

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

"Sure thing."

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

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

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

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

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

Two minutes later, they were in another room, where Tyler was looking at some comic books. Noah looked at young Tyler and loved the boy's complexion immediately. He turned and grinned at Austin as Tyler turned to look at them.

"Tyler, come here," Austin said.

Tyler was confused and frightened and didn't react fast enough.

"Tyler!" Austin shouted.

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

"Tyler, this is Noah Moore, a very good friend of mine. Noah, this is Tyler Cook."

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

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

"Very cute boy," Noah Moore said, "A virgin you said?"

"That is correct, Noah. Well, almost a virgin."

Noah Moore chuckled knowing Austin and his gang would've used the boy several times before trying to sell him.

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

Tyler walked up to the man, even though he felt scared. For some reason, the man seemed like a gentleman and Tyler told himself it couldn't be worse than having been with Austin and his pals, sucking all of their cocks and swallowing all their cumloads as he was fucked in the ass. When Tyler was standing right in front of Noah Moore, the man turned him around and put his hands on the boy's shoulders as they both faced Austin.

"Go in peace, my friend," Noah told Austin, "I will have young Tyler. You'll find the requested sum in your account as of 0600 hours."

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

As Austin and Herold were guided outside by William, and Noah Moore turned Tyler around. The man knelt before him and looked him in the eye.

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

"Thank you, sir," Tyler replied.

"Call me master."

"Yes, master."

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

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

"Yes, master," the Russian butler said.

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

"Yes, master."

"And, Boris?"

"Yes, master?"

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

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

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

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

About five minutes later a new butler entered the room.

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

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

"I'm here for your bath."

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

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

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

Tyler blushed at the suggestion and could not manage to reply. Seeing the boy's hesitation, Vlad knelt before him and started undoing the boy's jacket first. He then unbuttoned Tyler's pants and unzipped them. He lowered the boy's pants and asked him to raise his legs up one at a time so he could take off his pants. Vlad grinned as he saw Tyler's beautiful legs as he took off the boy's socks. He then asked young Tyler to lift his arms and removed the boy's shirt. Tyler was the most perfect olive-skinned boy Vlad had ever seen and had a pair of equally perfect nipples. They were a bit swollen, though, and Vlad imagined they'd been recently abused. Finally, Vlad pulled Tyler's briefs down revealing the most beautiful dark cock he'd ever seen … and in Master Moore's household, he had seen plenty of young cocks on boys aged between 7 to 13.

Vlad then picked Tyler up as one would carry a baby and walked inside the bathroom and deposited him in the tub. Vlad took off his white jacket and his white gloves, and rolled his shirt's sleeves up. He asked Tyler to sink in the tub to wet his hair and then started shampooing it. Tyler felt utterly relaxed as Vlad's hands massaged his head, the man was truly gifted! Right after rinsing Tyler's hair, Vlad went down to soap the boy's body. He began on his chest and tummy.

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

Having said so, Vlad stood up, took an ointment and putting some on the index and middle finger of both his hands, he knelt down next to the tub again and started rubbing the ointment on Tyler's dark nipples. Tyler felt pleasure as Vlad's fingers massaged his little nipples, both of which became erect almost instantly. It was almost impossible to understand how, after he'd been so abused, his young body could still react in such a way and feel so much pleasure. After rubbing his nipples, Vlad proceeded to bathe Tyler. He did take his time soaping the boy's cock and balls, as Tyler tried to think of something else feeling embarrassed at getting hard. Vlad pretended not to notice and worked the boy's cock and balls right for several minutes before he proceeded to wash Tyler's asshole, at which the boy responded by whimpering slightly.

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

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

"Please …" Tyler said, "please, stop."

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

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

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

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

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

"Healthy indeed," he said and grinned.

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

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

Tyler could not remember having slept so well in a very long time. He woke up as he heard the bedrooms door open. It was Boris, holding a covered dish with his breakfast. Noah Moore watched in delight as Boris entered the room through the peep hole conveniently hidden behind a painting. This was going to be good, so good his cock was already hard and drooling precum as he watched.

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

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

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

"Breakfast, young master," Boris said grinning.

"This is … this …" Tyler stammered.

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

With this, Boris rang a bell and, not two minutes later, three new butlers came in.

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

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

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

"Leave me alone!" Tyler shouted.

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

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

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

The next one to force his cock upon Tyler was a short young man whom Boris called Gérard. His cock was also thick, probably the thickest of them all – possibly around 17 cm [6½"] – with hard pulsating veins running all over his shaft. Last, but not least, was Ramón, a good looking latino with another uncut 20 cm [8"] rod. His cock was both long and thick, and thus the most difficult to suck.

All four men took their turn at Tyler's mouth, pushing their cocks mercilessly inside him. Before two days ago he had never even touched anyone else's cock but now for the second time he was faced with having to suck them and once again he had four different ones, each of them with its own distinct flavor. All four cocks were very close to his face, and while he sucked on one, the other three rubbed their ooze on Tyler's cheeks, chin or forehead. Ramón was the first to announce his cumming, and Tyler was forced to swallow his copious and thick load. No sooner had Ramón finished than Gérard pushed his cock inside Tyler to cum as well. The next one was Matt whose load was even larger than Ramón's and Gérard's.

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

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

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

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

Chapter 5
Tyler's Education

Noah Moore looked through the peep hole at the stunned boy. It was going to be so much fun to have this kid, so much fun because he was still naïve and reluctant in sexual matters. His cock throbbed even more as he imagined the things he'd be able to do with young Tyler. Tyler would have a better future with him at Moore Manor. He was perfect to become one of his boytoys and Noah was determined to keep him.

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

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

The boy nodded silently as tears ran down his face. The dark-skinned boy of Indian descent had been in Noah Moore's household for only three months so far, but he knew Noah Moore could be as cruel as he could be kind.

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

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

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

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

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

The final part of his punishment was not so severe. Noah gave Rajkumar twenty hand slaps on his young balls to wrap it up. Once done, he rang the butler's bell and William stepped through the door. Noah Moore smiled, when it came to punishment, William was one of the most sadistic of his employees.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Oh, William!" Noah Moore said, "Make sure all customers are given 2 complimentary drinks for every drink they order!"

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

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

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

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

Noah Moore was sitting in the garden with a good book. To Moore's right stood Yegor secured to a pole performing his regular ashtray duties. This time, however, his balls had also been tied over the ashtray, so Moore could stub out his cigar not only on Yegor's cock but also on his balls. There was nothing Moore liked more than hearing his ashtray's moans when his cigar was put out. To Moore's left there was another boy, Jason, standing secured to a similar pole. Jason was performing as a drink holder today. The boy was completely naked and his nipples had been clamped. The nipple clamps were attached to chains from which a tray hung. On the tray was Moore's bottle of whiskey, and a couple of glasses; from Jason's balls hung an ice bucket filled to the top.

Both Yegor and Jason were fully gagged, and to the eye, it was obvious they had been well trained to perform their duties without any movement. They were becoming two of Noah Moore's favorite boys, since both were resilient but docile. It hadn't always been like that. Jason had proven a rather difficult boy to tame, and every now and then he still rebelled. It had taken several beatings and punishments, but he was now a great asset. Boris, the Russian twenty-five year-old butler, appeared and cleared his throat.

"Boris," Noah Moore said, "Morning report?"

"Yes sir," Boris replied.

"Go on," Moore said.

"All boys have been assigned their duties. Here's the roster as ordered."

"How about little Rajkumar?" Moore asked feeling his cock twitch.

"He's under Doctor Berumen's supervision since he spent 24 hours performing urinal duties, sir."

"Great. That will teach him a good lesson. How about my new boy, Tyler?"

"His new diet doesn't seem to be sitting very well with him, sir," Boris replied.

"How much is he eating?"

"Well, on the first day he had four loads for breakfast. For lunch it was meant to be only mine, but he complained he was hungry, so he had another three again. During dinner he only had my load. Yesterday, he only had my load for each meal. Today he has only had my load for breakfast."

"He's having his juices, right?"

"Yes, sir, orange, green juice, fruit juice and his regular milk at night after his loads."

"Is he still complaining?"

"Well, sir," Boris said, "Today was his third day and, after having my load, he complained that he could not live on only cum …"

"Where is he now?"

"In his room, sir."

"The Christmas Party is a month away and I need young Tyler hungry, since I have a lot of guests really interested in getting acquainted with him. I need to make sure that he's able and eager to have as much cum as our guests demand. I'll need to talk to him."

"Yes, Master."

"Excellent. Has Mister Curtis arrived already?"

"Yes, master. He's outside the lounge waiting for you."

"Good, little Tyler has very few hours to become a pro at cocksucking."

"Would you care for a cigar, Boris?" Moore asked.

Boris knew he was supposed to accept. Whenever Moore offered people a cigar, it was because he wanted them to share his ashtray. Probably Moore thought one cigar wasn't enough for Yegor's tender cock and balls.

The Russian butler took the cigar and lit it up.

Moore smiled and they both took long drags from their cigars. Moore then nodded, and both went to put their cigars out on Yegor's teen genitals. More made sure to rub his cigar several times over Yegor's cockhead, shaft and balls, and Boris did likewise. Yegor's moans were music to the sadistic master and Boris found his own cock stiffening. He was definitely becoming more and more adjusted to the master's ways.

"I'm off to talk to young Tyler," Moore said, "Please see that Yegor and Jason are got ready for the party. I need them to be removed from tray duties as of now so their cocks, balls and nipples are like brand new. See to it that Doctor Berumen gives them his special ointment, that one which heals at top speed."

"Will do, Master."

"We'll be needing some more asthrays, trays and stools, and I also need to pick those who will perform urinals duties during the party, so please have Matt gather all the staff and boys in my office so I can make my selection."

"Yes, Master," Boris replied.

Having spoken, Moore started walking away. Boris lit up his cigar again and put it out once again on Yegor's balls and cock. Boris was definitely stiff now.

"Tyler," Moore said kneeling down so he could be at face level with Tyler who was sitting on the bed.

"Sir …" Tyler said.

"I've heard you're complaining about your diet …"

Tyler looked down and pouted his lips.

"There's two ways of doing this, Tyler," Noah Moore said, "the good way, and the bad way. You do things the good way and you can get perks and benefits here. The bad way implies a lot of punishment and pain. Which will it be?"

Tyler started sobbing. He wondered where Austin was and why he hadn't come to pick him up. This was his third day here and he'd been forced to eat nothing but cum. He knew Austin was an abuser as were his partners, but he doubted things would have been as bad as they were at Moore Manor.

"Dietary requirements in my household mean cum for the first two weeks, so if …"

"Two weeks?" the boy asked, "And Austin? He said …"

"Austin is not coming back for you, Tyler," Noah Moore said interrupting young Tyler, "You are mine now."

Tyler started whimpering. Noah Moore was not a man without compassion and felt a certain feeling of empathy with the boy, maybe because he liked the boy a lot more than any boy he'd had in his household. He could not, however, be soft if Tyler was to become a trained Moore Boy.

"Tyler," he said, "you might not see it just yet, but you have a much better future with me than you could've had with Austin. Austin is a thug, I'm a gentleman."

Tyler nodded.

"I can cut a deal with you, what do you think?"

Tyler nodded.

"I'm willing to treat you to lunch today," Noah More started, "Real food. Your favorite if you want."

Tyler's eyes lit up as the man spoke.

"However," Noah Moore said, "Things in here have to be earned and I need you to learn that, Tyler. So, before I take you out for lunch, you're gonna be a very good boy for me and you're gonna have your ration of cumloads, okay?"

Tyler nodded. He realized there was no point in refusing. Also, the prospect of a nice meal made his mouth water.

"That's a good boy," Moore said.

He rang a bell as he smiled at Tyler.

Tyler's eyes opened wide as the door opened and a long line of men came inside the room. He recognized first William, the one who'd received them when Austin brought him, Boris, he'd been blowing the man every meal, after all, Vlad, the one who'd bathed him every day since his arrival, and Matt, Gérard and Ramón, the ones he'd sucked on his first day.

"You've met William, Boris, Vlad, Matt, Gérard and Ramón," Moore said.

Tyler nodded. He wasn't really looking at the five butlers but at their hard-drooling cocks, since they were all naked from the waist down.

"Now, these are Tony, Martin, Ashton and Bradley," he said pointing at the men Tyler did not know.

Tyler looked at them. Tony was possibly from Italian descent, olive skin and dark hair and beard. The man had a thick yet short cut dick, 15 cm [6"] maybe? He had big balls –the biggest Tyler had seen? And strong legs too.

Martin was white skinned with dark blonde hair, 70's style. He was lean and toned with green eyes. His uncut cock was possibly around 17 cm [6¾], thin and curved upwards, with a knob shaped purple head. He had a pair of pink low hangers.

Ashton was a really beautiful –handsome?- man. Tall and slightly built, white but with a nice tan and a beard and moustache perfectly trimmed. Tyler was surprised at the man's small cock, since he wasn't familiar with dinky dicks. It was possibly 12 cm [4¾"] long, with a pointy triangle-shaped head and thick at the base. His balls sort of nestled on the sides of it.

Last, but not least, was Bradley, a bear-like chub. He was cute and had a rather long dick, possibly 22 cm [8⅔] as it curved downwards. He was uncut and had a pink abnormally big cockhead at the end of his rather veiny cock. His balls were big as well.

"So, what do you say, Tyler?" Moore asked.

"Ni-nice to meet you," Tyler said shyly.

"Good. Okay, guys," Moore said, "Tyler here has been skipping his meals, so it is my duty as the overseer of this Manor that he makes up for the lack of nutrients in his young frame. Could you be so kind as to feed my boy?"

He didn't have to say anything else. Noah Moore sat down with Tyler in his lap and the men walked towards them. The very first one to offer his cock to young Tyler was Boris, with whose cock the boy was rather familiar by then.

"Go on, Tyler," Moore said.

Tyler took Boris' cock in his mouth as tears of shame ran down his cheeks and he started lapping at the man's cockhead. Boris was already precumming, so the boy felt the salty tang of the man's fluid. Bradley, the chub from the new batch got next to them and started rubbing his cock on Tyler's cheek. He too was a heavy precummer and his slime was smeared all over Tyler's young face.

Vlad decided it was a good moment to join in and started smearing his cock on Tyler's other cheek.

"Eat the cockhead now, Tyler," Moore directed and the boy obeyed, "Use your tongue around it as you suck it, Tyler. I want Boris to feel your tongue bathing his lovely cockhead. Remember, you're doing this for your sustenance, Boris's cum has all the nutrients you need. Any person could live on only cum and grow healthy, did you know that? The more you stimulate the cock you're blowing, the easier and faster it will be for you to receive the load which will feed you."

"Ohhhhhhhhhhh," Boris said as he felt Tyler's tongue join in with the sucking.

"Seems to me like you're doing better now," Moore added and placed his hand inside Tyler's underwear, only to discover the boy was already hard, "Now, try and take in as much of his cock as you can."

Tyler did as instructed, feeling the Russian cock slide further inside him. The Russian was positively not big and not very thick, and Tyler was already familiar with the man's cock. Boris pushed in a bit more and Tyler retched slightly.

"Take it easy, Tyler" Noah More directed as he peeled Tyler's foreskin down to start manipulating the boy's 10 cm [4"] cock, "Remember that resisting will make it harder. Relax your throat and allow Boris' cock to reach inside you."

He gagged a couple of times, but that didn't seem to stop Boris, who had now found his own pace face-fucking Tyler. All the other nine butlers were masturbating at the hot scene save for Bradley and Vlad who were still rubbing their cocks on the boy's cheeks.

All of the staff at Moore Manor tended to cum in large quantities because of their diet and supplements – many of which were sexual enhancement pills. And they were always kept in a high state of arousal, that it wasn't hard for them to cum at the drop of a hat.

Tyler was positively turning purple as Boris fucked his throat.

"Something you need to learn, Tyler," Noah Moore said polishing Tyler's tender cockhead, "Is to breathe through your nose. So, try it now or you'll choke."

Tyler tried breathing through his nose as suggested as Boris' thrusts got faster and more powerful. Little by little the color returned to Tyler's face as Boris moans became more and more frequent, evidently announcing the closeness of the man's orgasm.

Boris withdrew slightly, just keeping his cockhead inside Tyler's mouth, so the boy could taste all of his cum as it was ejected from his Russian cock.

"Oh, fuck!" he said repeatedly as he ejaculated.

Tyler swallowed every single drop of cum Boris had to offer, before he was replaced by Bradley's short yet thick cock. As he took his turn at the boy's mouth and Boris was dismissed, Martin approached to take Bradley's place at Tyler's cheek. Martin liked it rough, so instead of smearing his cock along the boy's cute face, he started slapping the boy's cheek with his rod.

Noah Moore felt Tyler's cock react intensely in his hand and realized the boy was close to cumming, so he stopped his ministrations, eliciting a slight whimpering sound from the boy, whose mouth was stuffed with Bradley's cock. Noah Moore needed to make sure Tyler was introduced to cum control while he was still very young, since many of his guests tended to enjoy edging Moore boys for hours on end.

"Cumming, Cumming, Cumming!" Bradley announced and started shooting inside Tyler's mouth. Once again, the boy swallowed everything the man supplied.

Once he'd emptied his balls, Vlad took his place. Noah Moore resumed his stimulation of Tyler´s young rod as the boy sucked his third cock. Tyler was definitely aroused as the owner of Moore Manor expertly manipulated him, speeding up so as to bring the boy close to orgasm once again.

"Cumming kid!" Vlad announced as he started emptying his balls' contents into Tyler's mouth. Like the others he kept just the tip in the small sweet mouth to make sure Tyler got the full taste and texture and had to work harder to swallow.

As Vlad's cock erupted in his mouth, Tyler felt his own orgasm approach. Moore recognized the signs and squeezed young Tyler's cock at the base to prevent him from cumming. Tyler whimpered once again as a new cock was stuffed in his mouth, this time it was Tony's thick cut veiny tool.

Moore knew the boy would cum very soon if precautions weren't taken, so he took a leather lace from his pocket. He always had some of him as he loved to tie boy bits- and made a tight slip knot. Tyler whimpered once again, but Moore knew he could safely start polishing the boy's knob again and there was little danger of the boy getting any relief.

Tony came in Tyler's mouth, a very copious and somehow thicker load. Then Martin. Then followed William, Matt, Gerard, Ramón. The only one missing to cum in Tyler's young mouth was Ashton, the one with the dinky dick.

"Come here, Ashton," Moore said.

The young butler approached them rather discreetly. Ashton had just joined the staff four days before and was still somewhat shy at interacting with everyone in the house. There was no mistake the man perved on young boys like Tyler, Noah Moore was really good at profiling and selecting his staff members. Ashton, however, was still very new to this new world.

Ashton approached Tyler and offered his tiny dick, which seemed even smaller since the man was massive.

Tyler took the man's cock in his mouth. He was pleased as the scent of the man's cock turned him somehow wild. Asthon's cock smelled of coconut oil with a strong musky scent of man genitals and a slight tang of piss.

Noah Moore didn't fail to notice how Tyler's cock throbbed in his hand as the boy started sucking on Ashton's cock.

Ashton felt in heaven as Tyler started sucking him. He had been fantasizing about this moment forever. He had kept his appetites a secret all his life. A boy like Tyler was all he'd ever dreamed of and having the boy's twelve-year-old mouth wrapped around his cock was sending shivers down his spine.

"Oh, gawd!" he said as his cock started spurting inside Tyler's inexperienced mouth.

Ashton's orgasm triggered Tyler's orgasm as well and, even though his cock had been tied, Noah felt the first droplets of cum spurt. He released the lace and the boy's cock started spurting massively over Moore's hand inside the boy's underwear.

Noah Moore saw the chemistry between both his new boy and his new butler and decided to take over their training himself. He wouldn't need Mister Curtis for this one. It had been a long time since he'd been hands on for training either a boy or a staff member and he felt his own cock twitch in anticipation. It was going to be a lot of fun to train these two.

Chapter 6
Detective Patrick Thompson

Armin was sitting on the couch. Tyler had been missing for some days now and he had had no news of his son's whereabouts. He hadn't even had sex since Tyler's disappearance and that was really something for him. Even though the ransom note was very specific that if the police were involved, Armin would never see his son again, the man had trusted his instinct and had called the cops the moment he discovered Tyler was missing. A series of officers had taken his statement and that of his visitors and had said a detective from the station would drop by to follow up with information on the official investigation. Today, in a matter of minutes, Detective Patrick Thompson from the Police Department would be joining him to take over the case.

Not ten minutes had passed when the doorbell rang. Armin opened the door to be greeted by a handsome hunk, someone possibly in his mid-thirties. The man was tall and muscular. He had short dark wavy hair, heavy eyebrows, beautiful blue eyes under a heavy curtain of dark lashes, a straight nose and a strong jaw-line.

"Hi," Armin said.

"Detective Patrick Thompson," the man said showing his badge, "May I come in?"

"Please, detective, by all means."

Armin conducted the man to the living room and gestured for him to sit. He offered the man a coffee, which he rejected, and straight away got down to business.

"So," the detective said, "Tell me about your son."

"He's a very good boy, detective," Armin said and cleared his throat, "He's never harmed anyone and got no enemies, I don't understand why this is happening to us …"

"I understand," Detective Thompson said, "Could you begin by telling me exactly what happened on the night of his disappearance?"

Armin Cook swallowed hard, because he knew he could not lie. So, with as much calm as he could muster, he went into detail explaining Detective Thompson about the party he'd held, about what he 'liked' doing during those parties. He had to come out to the detective so that the whole thing was clear. Detective Thompson did not seem judgmental, though, and took notes of everything as a professional. Every now and then he would ask a question or two regarding Tyler, his school friends, teachers, close people. But they ended up with nothing.

"Do you have the ransom note?" Thompson asked.

"Yes, certainly, detective," Armin said and walked away.

Thompson studied the place. Armin's house was nice and warm, the house of a man who obviously provided for his son. He stood up from his seat and wandered around stopping by a wall full of pictures. In each one of them, was always Armin with Tyler, from the time when the boy was a baby, to a picture probably taken a couple of months before the kidnapping.

"Here it is," Armin said coming back into the living room.

"He's good looking, your boy," Thompson said.

"Thanks, detective," Armin said.

"In that, he definitely takes after you."

Armin Cook was not sure whether the man was flirting with him and decided to ignore the remark.

"Thanks, detective," Armin said.

"Please, call me Patrick," Thompson said, "We're gonna be seeing rather a lot and I think it would be best if we felt comfortable with each other."

"You're probably right," Armin said.

"So," Thompson asked, "Do you have a boyfriend?"

"Come again?"

"A boyfriend," Thompson said, "Someone jealous enough to try and pull something like this in order to get back at you."

"Oh!" Armin said blushing, "No, I don't. I haven't had a boyfriend in ages. Giving my taste for …"

"I understand," Thompson said interrupting him, "Though being so good looking I bet lots of guys hit on you."

"I'm sorry?" Armin said.

"I'm sorry," Thompson said, "I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable."

"It's okay," Armin said, "I just … don't get hit on a lot, that's all. Here's the ransom note."

"Thanks," Thompson said, "I find that hard to believe."

"The note?" Armin asked.

"No," Patrick said and chuckled, "That you don't get hit on. You're definitely a handsome man."

"Are you sure you don't want some coffee?" Armin asked again blushing a bit.

"On second thought," Patrick Thompson said, "Coffee sounds great."

Armin grinned and left the living room. Detective Thompson went back to looking at the pictures on the wall. He analyzed the boy's features against the father's and, while both of them were very good looking, Thompson thought the boy must've gotten his looks from his mother. Armin's skin was white as snow, while Tyler's was olive. The facial features were also different.

"Coffee will be ready in no time," Armin said coming back into the living room.

"Good," Thompson said, "Armin, do you just by chance have a picture of your boy I can take back to the Station?"

"You're not going to release it, right?" Armin asked nervously, "I wouldn't want to put Tyler in harm's way if the kidnappers …"

"I will not," Patrick Thompson said, "But I will need my team to become familiar with Tyler. And …"

"Yes?" Armin said when he saw the detective's hesitation.

"Nothing," the detective said, "It's nonsense, it's …"

"Please, Patrick," Armin said.

"When I'm working on a case like yours," the man said, "I have noticed that having a picture of the missing person … well, it helps me keep focused on the case. I know it's stupid, but …"

"It's not," Armin said, "It actually makes sense. Let me get you one of his pictures."

"Thank you, Armin," Detective Thompson said as Armin left the room.

Armin Cook came back into the living room with Tyler's picture and went into the kitchen to fetch the coffee. Patrick Thompson looked at Tyler's picture. In it, Tyler was sitting in the very same living room where Thompson was, wearing a white plain t-shirt and red baggy shorts, his legs crossed in a funny manner. Armin came back into the room with the coffee and Detective Thompson put the picture in the front pocket of his jacket.

Armin and Patrick kept talking for a while before the detective thought he had everything he needed in order to get started with his investigation. He thanked Armin for his time and the coffee, and promised the man he'd do everything in his power to find his son.

As Armin saw the good-looking detective jump in his car and leave he thought of his beloved son once again. The whole situation with Detective Thompson had been weird, specially the part where Armin thought the man was hitting on him. Not weird, though, there were lots of closeted gay cops and Armin knew about it since he had had sex with some in his private parties.

Patrick Thompson got out of his car and walked into his apartment building. He entered the building, took the elevator and found himself facing apartment 304, his apartment. He put the key in and opened the door. He was glad to be finally home and happy he lived alone, for as soon as he closed the door, he picked Tyler's picture from his pocket and sat down.

The boy was so beautiful Patrick felt his cock jump in his pants. Tyler had perfect legs and he could imagine the lovely little bulge under the red shorts. He'd had a hard time at the Cooks trying to hide his obvious attraction to the boy and stupidly flirting with Armin, so he wouldn't suspect how he felt about young boys. He licked his lips as he examined the photograph and opened his fly to let his hard, thick cock out. He closed his eyes and imagined Tyler Cook as he started jacking off.

Eyes closed, he imagined he found the boy held captive in a place. Like in most of his fantasies, dark and sinister fantasies, he did not take Tyler to his father. He imagined himself bringing Tyler into his house and tying him in his basement. In the basement, Patrick Thompson fantasized about making young Tyler suck on his huge manmeat. He loved picturing little boys choking on his massive meat, and though he'd never acted on his impulses, he still fantasized about having young boys to himself.

In his fantasy, he made Tyler blow him until his cock started erupting in the boy's mouth, the load so copious it overflowed through Tyler's nostrils. He then imagined himself fucking the boy's sweet cherry as Tyler begged him to stop and let him go. He fucked the boy in his fantasy until his cock started spurting in real life. He enjoyed his climax like every time he masturbated thinking of abusing a helpless boy.

When he'd come down from his bliss, he felt the usual guilt of desiring a boy, but tried to put it aside. After all, he wasn't harming anyone by fantasizing about these things. It was his dark secret, one he'd take with him when he died. He was so into his thoughts, that the man behind the curtain startled him. He left the picture aside and jumped from his couch, cock still outside his fly and dripping the last spurts of his cum.

"Hello, Detective Thompson," the man said.

"Who are you? What is this?" the detective asked.

"Someone referred to you by a mutual friend," the man said in his soothing voice.

"What the …"

"Calm down, detective, I'm not here to get you in trouble. Though I gather 'these' might get you in trouble."

As he said so, the man threw over the couch a wide collection of pictures of young boys, maybe between the ages of nine and twelve, in different settings, positions and moods. Some of the young boys in the pictures were naked, some were partially dressed. It looked as if the boys had not been forced to pose. Noah Moore had to recognize the one who had taken the pictures knew his way around boys … and boys' parents too, apparently.

Patrick Thompson went pale as a ghost as his full 'boy collection' was placed before his eyes. He couldn't think of anything to say to the man who had intruded in his apartment. What he knew was that, should those pictures see the light of day, he would be finished. His career and name would be finished. And he'd more likely end up in prison, where he'd rot to the end of his days.

"Wh-who se-sent you?" Detective Thompson asked.

"As I said," the man continued, "I was referred to you by a mutual friend."

"I … I doubt if we can have friends in common," Thompson said nervously.

"Dylan Ross," Noah Moore said, "Our mutual friend is Dylan Ross. Does it ring a bell?"

"The mayor's son?" Thompson asked.

"Precisely."

Patrick Thompson swallowed hard. Most of his picture collection of boys had been provided by Dylan Ross a couple of years back, when Patrick had dated the man. Their relationship had been a sort of twisted one once it was in the open that they both liked young boys. Patrick had eventually dumped Dylan afraid that he might be implicated in Dylan's dirty business with young boys. But truth was he had regretted dumping him, because Dylan was the one who had provided him with pictures of every boy he had been involved with.

Dylan Ross. Now, things started to make sense.

"What … what do you want?" Detective Thompson asked.

"I'm not blackmailing you, detective," the man said.

"It certainly seems like you are," Thompson said defensively.

Noah Moore chuckled and shook his head.

"Do you mind if I have a seat?" he asked.

Detective Thompson nodded still speechless and the man sat down. Patrick Thompson was able to see the man clearly for the first time. He was tall, handsome, with a long dark mane falling to his shoulders. In a sense, the man reminded Thompson of Tarzan in the Christopher Lambert incarnation.

"As I was saying," the man said, "I'm not blackmailing you. I'm not here to screw you."

"Then, why are you here?" Thompson asked.

"I'm here to give you an opportunity unlike any you've been offered before. But, please, do sit, Detective. And you might want to put your massive chunk away. It is … distracting."

Patrick Thompson nodded and nervously put his cum soaked cock inside his fly, and then zipped his pants. The man was every inch an aristocrat, probably rich from birth.

"Allow me to say," Moore said, "You have quite the cock there. Any guy next door would be envious on what you carry between your legs. Just to imagine that massive chunk in a boy's mouth …"

Patrick Thompson felt his cock twitch. This man definitely knew how to push a person's buttons.

"So," the man said, "My name's Moore. Noah Moore."

"Patrick Thompson."

"I know that," Moore said and chuckled.

"Stupid of me," Thompson said.

"Now," he said, "I don't like beating around the bush, so I'll get straight to the point. Tyler Cook is in my power."

"I …"

"You should know I did not abduct him," Moore added, "the men who did, however, came to me and sold the boy to me."

"Sold?" Patrick Thompson asked.

"I am a powerful man, Detective," Moore continued, "I run a business which requires boys to run. An entertainment house if you will."

"Entertainment house?" Patrick Thompson asked.

"I'm sure you know what I mean, detective," Moore said and smiled inclining his head.

"I … uh … I think I do …"

"This investigation, should it lead somewhere … well, it might … let's say … affect my business."

"I understand," Thompson said.

"It is in my best interest to make sure every lead becomes a dead end. The Cook boy must not be found as a result of this investigation."

"The boy's father …" Thompson said.

"I'm already taking care of that," Moore volunteered, "You needn't worry about him. What I need from you is to make sure the police department will make no progress in finding Tyler Cook."

"I …"

"It's not that hard, Detective," he said, "After all, you're friends with the City Mayor's son."

"Then why do you need me? Someone with Ross' power could very easily eliminate any existence of the case."

"No," Noah Moore said, "The investigation cannot be dropped. It would start the wrong people asking questions. We cannot deal with people asking questions. The investigation has to run its course."

"I see."

"In exchange for your … help … I'm willing to make you a VIP member of my … entertainment house. No fees. No charges. I'm talking about making all your fantasies possible…" He took a couple of the pictures in his hand and said, "Each boy you've ever dreamed off, you can have. And I have a wide variety of boys to satisfy even the most extravagant of clients … I'm sure we could accommodate your tastes."

"The Cook boy …" Thompson said hesitating.

Noah Moore smiled and looked at Thompson.

"I'm having a private sampling of the boy tomorrow afternoon," he said, "As a VIP member you are very much invited."

Patrick Thompson felt his cock start engorging again under his pants. The opportunity of having boys at his disposal … what he'd always wanted … was he willing to do this? He was troubled, but, if the Mayor was in on it, what danger was there if he misled the investigation?

"You don't have to give me an answer now, Detective," Noah Moore said and handed Thompson a card, "If you chose to help me, just show up tomorrow at this address for the sampling. Then I'll know we have an agreement."

Without waiting for anything else, Noah Moore stood up and walked towards the door of the apartment.

"Detective," he said bowing and exited the apartment.

Once alone, Detective Thompson picked up Tyler Cook's picture and looked at it licking his lips. Moore's offer was a tempting one … a very tempting one indeed. He picked up Tyler's picture along with the rest of his boy collection and sighed. What Noah Moore was offering was the best thing that had ever happened to him. If he chose to cooperate, all he had to do was derail the investigation so any leads went nowhere. That wouldn't be hard, after all, the ransom note was all they had, and a ransom note was hardly a major lead to follow for an investigation.

Especially now that the ransom note was in his power. He took Tyler's picture from his jacket again and placed it with the rest of his boy collection. As he organized the pictures, a disturbing thought crossed his mind: What if he was being set up? He couldn't make a decision without knowing if he was walking into a trap. He went to his bedroom, took off his jacket and picked up the phone. He dialed and waited.

"Hello?" Dylan Ross' voice came from the other end of the line.

"Dylan," he said.

"Patrick!" Dylan Ross said, "It's been so long! Am I glad to hear you!"

"I … uh … I am too," Patrick said hesitating, "listen … uh … I wanted to ask you … this man showed up today and … uh …"

"Mister Moore?" Dylan asked, "Man, he's quick!"

"You do know him?" Patrick Thompson asked.

"Know him?" Dylan asked and laughed, "Man, my dad and I are VIP members of his very private club, if you know what I mean …"

"I do … he … um … he showed up with an offer …"

"Say no more," Dylan said, "Take his offer, Patrick, he's good for his word. His club is the best someone like us could ever dream of. He's legit. Whatever he's offered, Patrick, you can take him at his word."

"Are you sure?" Patrick asked.

"Darling, you're nervous," Dylan said and chuckled, "Don't be. The man is very powerful and a gentleman too. Whatever he offered you, he'll honor the arrangement."

"I see," Patrick said.

"Having someone of his stature on your side, Pat," Dylan added, "Man, you can have anything you've always wanted if you work with him."

"You sure?"

"Darling, I'm telling you. You won't regret becoming associates with Mister Moore. The man knows his business and he's a very generous man to people who help him. A very generous powerful man."

"Thanks, Dyl," Patrick said, "I … uh … I think I'll take him up on his offer."

"You totally should. You know? Maybe we should see each other one of these days."

"Maybe we should," Patrick said.

"It'll be like old times, Pat. Well, better than old times, because now we will have someone powerful who will protect us in our tastes and activities."

"I … um … I guess you're right."

"Take care, Pat. It was a pleasure to talk to you again."

"Take care too. Thanks, for the help."

Patrick hung up and sighed. So now he knew Noah Moore was legit. All he needed now was to make up his mind regarding Moore's offer and he was almost completely convinced to accept it. All he had to do was deal with his own moral issues. Fantasizing about boys was one thing. Acting upon his fantasies was a totally different one. He had to decide whether to cross that line, because once he did, there would be no turning back.

"Tyler," he whispered as he held the picture to his chest.

Chapter 7
Armin Approaches the Abyss

Tyler was sitting on Ashton's 12 cm 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 him 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 come pick you up, honey."

"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, baby boy, tell me …"

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

"I love you too, Tyler. Please, let me come and 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 Austin. 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 same 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 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 Herold 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 stop his cock going harder while sucking on Ashton's cock. Ashton removed his cock and slapped Tyler again.

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

Noah Moore smiled slightly 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's background was 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 caused his 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 taken 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 also caned the boy every now and then when he made mistakes. When it came to caning, 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 been totally unprepared 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 for 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 young 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 about Noah Moore. At Moore Manor, anyone who broke the rules, even the closest people to Noah Moore, got punished. At the moment, however, the only thing he could think of was Tyler's cock in his adult mouth.

"Ashton, please …" Tyler said.

But Ashton did not seem to hear 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 crumble 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 out of the room following Noah Moore. Tyler remained on his bed. His noddle had gone limp almost instantly. He felt worried, he didn't know what Mr. 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.

Hardly a minute later, Noah Moore came back into 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 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 well 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 then suck at the head once again. He then started bobbing his head up and down on the master's pole as much as he could. He forced himself to get as much of the man as possible, even though his eyes watered 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 this man would produce. He tried his best to swallow every single volley of the man's strong cum as they splattered inside his mouth. When the cum was more than he could manage to swallow, it started overflowing out 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 on his huge cock, with his strong cum overflowing.

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

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

"I'm coming!" he said outloud.

When he opened the door, two rather good-looking young men were standing in his porch. 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 in 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 close 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 didn't really 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 at 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 gently.

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 ourselves, 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.

Chapter 8
Tyler's Abstinence Ordeal

The Christmas Moore Annual Party was one week away, and Noah Moore needed Tyler to be ready to be introduced as the new Moore boy. Tyler had proven a good and obedient boy and Moore was satisfied with the boy's oral and anal skills. Still, an event as overwhelming as the party could prove a bit too much for the twelve-year old, so Noah Moore had to make sure the boy would be as horny as he could possibly be before he was introduced into Noah Moore's world of boy loving clients.

Boris came in the room the minute Noah Moore was dangling the ice bucket which hung from Anton's stretched and purple ballsac. Noah Moore couldn't be more pleased with Anton, because even when he was just eleven years old, his ballsac had been sufficiently stretched in such a fashion that his balls hung almost 10 cm below his shaft. Kneeling before the master was little Rajkumar, who was performing as the Master's personal urinal, receiving a rather abundant golden flow as the butler came in the room.

"Master Moore," Boris greeted and bowed, "you asked to see me."

"Yes," Noah Moore said holding his pee in, "I need Rajkumar removed from his duty; he's a lousy urinal. Have William assign him as a butthole for the Party."

"Yes, Master," the Russian butler said, "Anything else I can do for you?"

"Well, I still haven't finished peeing."

Noah Moore didn't have to say more, even though butlers did not perform as Moore boys – slaves -, some of them were particularly submissive and every now and then enjoyed pleasing the master. So, without needing to be asked, Boris knelt before the master and engulfed the thick purple cockhead in his mouth. Noah Moore let go of his sphincter and released the rest of his piss inside the willing butler's mouth.

"Thank you, Boris," Noah Moore said when he was finished, "You are most kind. See to Rajkumar's relocation."

"Is there anything else," the butler asked.

"Yes, there is. Since Ashton has been removed from active duty due to his uncalled breach of protocol, I need to place you in charge of Tyler for the time being."

"I'm most honored, Master."

"The Christmas Party is a week away, and I'm afraid Tyler might not be ready for his social debut, so there are some steps that need to be taken. Can you take care of it?"

"Yes, Master," Boris replied, "Just tell me what you need done and I'll see to it."

"I need you to see that Tyler is placed in solitary confinement as of today. I also need for his dose of sexual stimulants to be tripled. I'll need him to take all his pills at least three times a day after cum ration and before meals."

"I'll see to it, master."

"He is to be placed in a chastity device," Moore added, "I want him horny beyond madness by Thursday afternoon."

"I understand, Master," Boris said and grinned.

"Thursday you'll receive new instructions."

"Yes, Master."

"One more thing," Moore said.

"Yes, Master?"

"If it isn't too much to ask, I'd like you to perform as my personal urinal until further notice," Noah Moore said and grinned.

"It would be an honor, Master," the butler said as he started showing a boner.

Noah Moore smiled and nodded at the Russian butler, indicating to him that he was free to go, and the young man did so after bowing. As Boris walked away pulling Rajkumar by the hand, Noah Moore went back to dangling the ice bucket and chuckled as Anton grimaced. The boy was such a good ice holder.

It was 8:00 pm when the phone to Armin Cook's studio rang. Tyler's father walked to the phone and picked up the receiver.

"Hello?" he said.

"Am I speaking to Mister Armin Cook?" the elegant voice asked.

"This is him. Who am I talking to?"

"Mister Cook," the man said, "This is Noah Moore. I was paying you a call just to make sure you had received the invitation to my Annual Christmas Party."

"I, uh, I did, though I was almost sure it was a mistake?"

"It is not," Noah Moore said on the other end of the line.

"I don't think we've ever met," Armin Cook said.

"You are correct," Moore replied.

"Then, how come am I invited to this party of yours?"

"We have an acquaintance in common," the man said, "I take it you enjoyed the delivery of the card?"

Armin Cook knew the man was referring to the two delivery boys he'd fucked, and he was almost sure the man knew exactly what had happened, "I-uh-I'm not sure what you mean."

"Sure you do," Noah Moore said, "Those were two of my best call boys who delivered the card. I assume you made the most of their visit? I most certainly would have done, had I been you."

Armin Cook started sweating. This man definitely knew what had transpired. What Armin hadn't known before this call was that the two delivery boys were call boys, and apparently, employed by the man on the phone. Had he gotten into trouble?

"There's no need to get nervous, Mister Cook," the man said, "I assure you I'm not blackmailing you or anything. I'm in the –um- entertainment business, you could say, and I'm hoping you and I can discuss a proposal I have for you. A business proposal."

"What's it about?" Armin Cook asked genuinely curious.

"Come to the party, Mister Cook, and we'll discuss it."

"Okay."

"Until then," the man said and hung up.

Armin Cook walked back to his room, where the porn movie was playing. He was still worried about Tyler but not as much as before, since the boy had called him and assured him he was okay. The conversation with the man, Noah Moore, had made him restless. He wondered what that might be about, but he decided he would take a chance on it. Chances were he would get to see those gorgeous callboys he'd fucked upon delivery of his invitation to the so called Christmas Party. Things like that did not happen to him every day.

Tyler was going insane. He didn't know how much time he'd spent alone, but he was sure it had to be at least four days given the number of cum rations and meals he'd been given. Day after day he'd been fed his cum rations from different staff members, which had also made him really horny. It was funny, but before that party when he'd been abused for the first time, he'd never imagined he'd end up craving sex so much as he did now. That party seemed to have taken place centuries ago in a different lifetime. Here and now, Tyler desperately needed to cum, but his lovely little cock had been encased in a device which didn't allow him to touch himself. Why was the Master doing this to him? Noah Moore had been nothing but nice to him and Tyler didn't understand what was going on. Had he done something to make the master mad? He didn't think so. He had excelled at every single task he'd been assigned, even urinal duties.

When he'd first been told about urinal duties, he had found the whole idea disgusting to the point of wanting to puke. But his first day on urinal duties had been uneventful. He'd spent a six hour shift ingesting the Manor staff's piss through a funnel attached to a funny strap which tied behind his neck. His own little cocklet had been secured to a thin hose which looped around his body to end at the funnel's side, so that his own pee went back inside him too. Being tied down for six hours had been uncomfortable, but being a good urinal had its rewards, and most of the butlers had praised him with a little bit of rubbing of his cock and balls. Matt had even gone as far as to finger Tyler for a good three minutes, giving the boy the benefit of a bit of sexual bliss during his shift.

Now, he had tasted every staff member's piss and he even had his favorites. Boris' for example, was astringent and hot as it entered his mouth. Tony's was abundant and strong scented. Master Moore's was strong and acrid, and it always made his eyes well up with tears. He didn't feel apprehensive about urinal duties anymore, in fact, he found the whole thing kind of arousing.

So why was he here, alone, isolated and unable to touch himself? Had he turned into a pervert who really needed sex to feel good? He was ruminating on all these things when the door to his imprisonment opened to let Boris in.

"Hello, Tyler," the Russian butler said.

"Hi," Tyler replied shyly.

"Are you ready for your ration?" he asked.

"I am," Tyler replied knowing it was part of his everyday routine to blow someone and drink his load before meals.

"Good," the man said and approached the boy.

Boris was not wearing anything from the waist down and his lovely short and thick veiny Russian rod glistening with precum was a sight to behold. Tyler opened his mouth to receive Boris' cock and started blowing the butler like a professional. Boris had to recognize the master had done a great job training Tyler in the art of oral sex. Tyler's abilities were so different from that morning when he'd been fed Boris' cock for the first time.

"Good," Boris said in between moans, "You're really good, Tyler."

Tyler felt horny as he sucked on Boris' cock, but his dick encased in its chastity device would not allow for him to get hard. The boy did not know he'd had his dose of sexual stimulants tripled and that was the reason why he was feeling hornier than ever. Boris had been so thrilled about being in charge of Tyler, because he was being blown three times a day by Tyler's young mouth and unloading inside a boy was something the butler truly enjoyed. In fact, he enjoyed it so much it didn't take long for the twenty-five-year-old Russian to empty his balls in Tyler's mouth.

Once done, the butler asked Tyler to follow him. It was Thursday and Boris had to follow the new set of instructions he'd received from the Master regarding Tyler. Tyler didn't know what to expect now, but he knew better than to ask and followed the butler. They came into a room with no windows and no furniture save for a gynecological chair where Boris asked the boy to sit down. As soon as he was in place, Boris rang a bell and two minutes later Gèrard, Ramón and Bradley joined them in the room. Like Boris, all three were naked from the waist down, their cocks at full mast and oozing precum.

Boris directed them all and they proceeded to strap Tyler to the chair as Boris blindfolded and gagged the boy. Gagged, blindfolded and immobilized, Boris and his team proceeded to prepare Tyler for his two day ordeal. Tyler felt something close to madness as his chastity device was removed, his tiny rod going hard in a fraction of a second. Boris grinned at the boy's reaction and so did his three colleagues. For step two, he had Ramón stimulate Tyler's nipples and Gèrard stimulate the boy's ass with his fingers. Tyler moaned through the gag as his body was stimulated, thinking he was finally going to be allowed to cum. But that was not the Master's intention.

When Tyler's nipples had been sufficiently stimulated, Ramón proceeded to attach the nipple clamps, making the boy scream through the gag and making his lovely dick expel two dollops of pubescent precum. Once the clamps were in place, Gèrard removed his fingers from Tyler's ass and pushed the ribbed buttplug inside, feeling the walls of the boy's insides pop as the plug was set in place. Last, but not least, Boris placed a tight electro cockring around the shaft of the boy's cocklet and a tight electro band gripped the glans' neck. For a final touch, two electro pads were placed over the boy's balls. Once in place, Boris turned on the power box eliciting a grunt from the gagged boy. The power box had been set to stimulate Tyler but not to let him cum.

"Very well, Tyler," Boris said, "Now you're ready. Have fun!"

And having said so, all men left the room as the clock on the wall showed six thirty pm. Tyler felt even more puzzled than before. Were they planning on leaving him like this, tied up, gagged, blindfolded and plugged in the ass as his cock and balls were being electrified? Why? He really needed to cum! Why was the Master doing this to him?

When Noah Moore's guests received the invitation for a 'sampling' of the new Moore boy, they didn't have to think about it twice. It was Thursday night when the first group of VIPs was received in Moore Manor. This first group was made up of five of Moore's best clients. First in line was Dylan Ross, the twenty-seven year-old socialite son of the City Mayor and sampler of boys for his father. In the group were also Patrick Thompson, head detective for sexual crimes of the 1st Police Station, Dennis Phillips, accomplished businessman, Steve Collins, Head Coach at a private school for boys, and fat and big-dicked Scott Bennett, Editor in Chief of local sports magazine 'Studs'.

"Welcome to my humble home, Gentlemen," Noah Moore said receiving his guests in the visitors' lounge, "as many of you already know, my Chief butler will take you to our preparation room where you will all have the chance to get ready for tonight's sampling."

"I can hardly wait!" Scott Bennet said and the other men laughed.

"The rules, in case you need to be reminded," Moore said, "Rule number one: You can't fuck the boy, though you can play with his ass as much as you want and with the variety of toys provided for such activities."

"Fair enough!" Coach Collins said.

"Rule number two: you cannot sample the boy's oral abilities," Moore continued, "and you cannot harm the boy in any way. There'll be plenty of time for that at the Christmas Party."

"Damn!" Dylan Ross said and everyone laughed.

"Finally," Moore added, "Rule number three: the boy is not allowed to cum under any circumstance. Any of you who cause the boy to cum will be banned from the Christmas Party and the upcoming events until I decide to terminate the ban. Are we clear?"

All men nodded and Moore smiled. He rang a bell on the desk and soon William and Boris entered the room. As expected of the butlers when receiving guests or at events, they were naked from the waist down. Once given the green light, William and Boris asked the men to follow them into the preparation room, where the men were left alone for ten minutes in order to get ready. All men in the group save for Patrick Thompson had been to samplings and events at Moore Manor and knew the drill. Patrick just followed the other men's lead as they all got naked. Each of the men was also provided with a kit that included a tube of lubricant, a cockring, a set of sounds and a leather mask should they want to remain anonymous inside the house, but Detective Patrick Thompson noticed none of them actually made use of it.

Ten minutes later William came back to take the guests to the room in which Tyler was kept. It was 8:30 p.m. when the guests arrived and Tyler had been under electro stimulation for around two hours now, so much of the boy's pubescent precum had now pooled over his pubic mound. Tyler was a sight to behold and all the guests licked their lips as they approached the chair.

"Hello, Tyler," Boris spoke, "you have visitors. All these five gentlemen are very interested in getting acquainted with you."

Tyler could not reply gagged as he was and hoped this would soon be over.

Having been to samplings before, Dylan Ross was the first to approach Tyler and started rubbing the boy's lovely bullet-shaped dickhead, eliciting moans from him. Steve Collins, the coach, approached to sample his favorite boy parts: Tyler's nuts. So, as Dylan had fun edging the boy by polishing his bullet glans, Steve started squeezing on Tyler's balls. The boy groaned once again. Dennis Phillips went straight to Tyler's asshole and removed the plug form the boy's ass. The gaping hole allowed the man to push two fingers in so he could start manipulating the boy's prostate. with most of his parts already selected, Scott Bennett took hold of the tit clamps and started pulling on the chain. Patrick Thompson, the only one new to this procedure remained static looking at the other four adults in action. This had gone beyond his wildest fantasies and his cock was rock hard as he observed all four men abuse Tyler Cook.

Who's there? Tyler thought unable to speak, I don't think I've heard their voices ever before! What are they going to do to me?

Even as he felt scared, he could not deny the intense sensations the men were giving him. Having his dickhead rubbed as the electricity ran through his small pole was so intense Tyler thought he would cum any minute now. But as time passed by and the men carried on stimulating all his spots, he realized he was not going to be allowed to cum and started crying in frustration. Dylan Ross, who particularly enjoyed a boy's suffering started laughing and calling Tyler names as the boy's tears ran down his cheeks under the abuse he was being victim of, unable to empty his tween nuts.

The men in the room were doing everything anyone could've imagined, from polishing his cockhead with all sorts of objects, brushes included, to fucking his ass with all sorts of plugs and dildos. His nipples had been bitten and licked and sucked until they felt raw, and his balls had been squeezed, slapped and tugged at. All of it as he was electro stimulated in his dick and balls.

Please, let me cum, please, please! Tyler thought pleadingly but to no avail, it seemed that his torment would never stop.

At ten thirty, all five men were escorted from the room and Tyler was left alone, the electro stimulator still electrifying his cock and balls. He was tired and desperate, but thankful the men's stimulation was over since he was not going to be allowed to cum. But only a little time had passed, when Boris came inside the room to announce a new group of gentlemen who were also very interested in getting acquainted with the boy, and Tyler could do nothing but to cry in silence as the new group took its time to do as they pleased with the boy. A new round of sexual abuse to his private parts took place for what seemed like an eternity, until these new men were asked to leave again.

The clock in the wall read 6:00 am when the sampling came to an end. A total of four groups of five men had sampled and enjoyed Tyler's body. The boy was in hell, the electro stimulation still running and his balls hurting beyond madness at the constant arousal and the impossibility of cumming. It was then that Boris removed Tyler's gag and turned off the power box.

"Please, Boris, please," Tyler begged, "let me cum!"

"I'm sorry, Tyler, but I cannot do that. I'm here just to put you to bed for a sleep, because there is another heavy day ahead of you starting in the afternoon."

"Please!" Tyler begged.

For an answer, Boris slapped Tyler hard on the face and ordered him to man up. When Tyler's sobbing finally subsided, he ventured to ask about his morning cum ration, but Boris informed him he was not to receive a cum ration until Master Moore decided otherwise. Tyler started crying again, but this time he decided to do it in silence so as not to get slapped again. When Boris was finished unstrapping Tyler, he picked him up in his arms and took him to a different room. Once there, Boris deposited Tyler on a comfortable bed and then proceeded to strap his wrists to the corners.

"Why are you tying me up?" Tyler asked but Boris did not reply.

Once he was done with the boy's wrists, he proceeded to strap the boy's waist and finally his ankles. Once in position, he prepared the syringe with a sedative and injected it into Tyler's arm.

"What is … that?" he asked.

"Something to help you rest," Boris said.

A couple of minutes later Tyler was completely sedated and in a deep sleep and ready for Boris to carry out Master Moore's second instruction. Once he double checked the boy's condition, he peeled Tyler's foreskin back and started polishing the little cockhead to bring Tyler back to an erection. With all the sexual stimulants he'd been given, the little rod came to life almost immediately and Boris placed the electrical loop and tightened it around Tyler's shaft. Tyler mumbled incoherently. Boris tied Tyler's balls separately and applied a couple of electro pads, one to each of Tyler's pubescent tiny nuts. Once the balls had been secured, Boris placed the electro corona around Tyler's lovely cockhead and finished the genital torture preparations by inserting a flexible electro sound inside Tyler's little rod and attached the cables to each of the electrodes. Once plugged, Boris turned up the power box and set it for stimulation and sat next to Tyler's bed. At noon the boy would have to be awake, and his cock should've been sufficiently worked up to carry out Master Moore's next set of instructions.

Tyler opened his eyes to find himself still strapped down. Almost instantly, he realized he'd been blindfolded. What had really woken him up had been the electrical impulses coursing through his painfully hardened cock. He was about to ask what was going on, when he noticed he had a ballgag in his mouth. Unable to speak, he grunted, but there was no reply. He grunted again and he heard footsteps approaching his position.

"Hello, Tyler," he heard Master Moore's voice.

Tyler grunted again and wriggled against his restrains to no avail.

"Try and relax," Master Moore said, "your ordeal is almost over."

Tyler felt tears welling up in his eyes still unable to understand why the Master was doing this to him as he'd been a very good and obedient boy, but the Master offered no explanation for his predicament. Instead, the man turned and addressed Boris.

"Keep it running 'til five," was all he said.

Tyler heard footsteps walking away from his position and grunted in desperation trying to ask for help through his muffled mouth to no avail. A few moments later, the electricity running through his tiny dick intensified; the time between each shock got shorter and and the shocks got stronger. His abused genitals couldn't take this anymore, Tyler needed to cum and the Master seemed determined to not let him do it. Tyler did not know, but the clock in the room read 13:00 hours; the boy had been under electro stimulation for a total of seven hours in his sleep. The pain in his balls seemed unbearable, but there was nothing he could do about it. According to Noah Moore's instructions, Tyler was going to be electro stimulated and denied ejaculation for four more hours. Even Boris couldn't have thought of a more sadistic thing to do to a poor twelve-year old who, after having been stimulated and made to cum at least once a day for the past month, had been stimulated and denied orgasm for a full week. But following the Master's logic, it was an undeniable fact that, after such treatment, Tyler was going to be willing to do anything requested of him in his social debut during the Christmas Party.

To Be Continued