Tristan was living a good life. He had graduated from med school and was now close to finishing his mandatory 2 years residency and then he would be able to finally start working as a doctor, in short, a single 24-year-old young man with a very promising future. He was a handsome, strong and imposing man, square-jawed, with brown eyes, as well as brown hair and beard, broad shouldered, with a toned (and tanned) body and weighting about 86kg [190lb], well distributed for his 1.9m [6'3"]. He had always managed to keep in good shape, as he enjoyed working out, swimming, running, boxing or playing all sorts of contact sports he had the opportunity to learn and practice. And I guess he was also blessed with good genetics.

He had always intended to work in the same medical centre where he he was doing his residency, and that's why he had bought an apartment about 1 ½ years before, shortly after graduating. It was a small flat, and as most of the new builds in the area, the heart of the city, was targeting recently graduated bachelors and young couples. There were two units per floor, both with similar sizes and composed of an open kitchen/living space, a small balcony, two bedrooms and one bath. His unit was on the tenth floor, of the 12 floor building.

Determined that he would continue to work in the area for some time, he had decided it was a good investment, and reasoned that whenever he felt ready to settle down and to start a family he could sell it and buy a bigger home. But he knew that such a thing was very far away in his future, so while living there he had the convenience of being in an area were most of the clubs are, and at the same time he had only a short ten minutes walk to get to work! Not to mention that one extra advantage of living in a small apartment is that it was easy to clean, which was of special importance if you are a clean freak, as Tristan was.

As you might have already guessed, Tristan had a very active sex life. And I think we can safely say that what defined his sexuality was the fact that he was a top. He had sex with both men and women. He was mostly attracted to girls, but it was really dominance that he craved. And although he preferred girls, if it was smaller and generally younger and submissive men that caught his attention, he would hit on them as well without any kind of moral reservations.

Anyway, when this story starts he had already been living there for over one and a half years, enjoying all the conveniences from city living, and the other unit on the same floor had been vacant since then. In this city all new builds had some flats that were to be used for social programs. The government had a pretty good support system to help people at risk, and this included covering rental expenses in good areas of the city, thus avoiding concentrating the poor in distant and segregated neighbourhoods. And it is through this program that he finally got his new next door neighbours: a 25 year old single mom with her soon to be six year old kid.

It was a troubled household for the boy. Not only was he growing up without any male influence, but also it was soon obvious to Tristan that the mother wasn't a particularly affectionate type. The kid didn't go to school yet, and spent most of his time confined to their apartment, rarely going out, and Tristan became aware he was the one responsible for cleaning it as well. Mommy didn't bother to care for the kid, and on the rare occasions Tristan saw him he noticed that the boy was small and thin. But if you disregarded his somewhat thin figure, he thought, there were some good points in the kid's favour. He was a fair haired boy, with deep blue eyes, with pale soft skin, and a good body structure that was perhaps not being given the opportunity to develop to its full potential.

Tristan didn't give much of his thoughts to the new neighbours, but with time he started to suspect that mommy was a junkie, as he noticed almost from the first days that she frequently left the kid all by himself for a day or two, and over time the length of her absences just seemed to keep increasing. But he heard if the boy complained about anything or neglected his household responsibilities he was properly spanked by her. And because of that, Tristan thought that at least the bitch was doing something right in her parenting.

But yeah, to some people it would surely look as if the boy was being abused by his mom. And the signs of this 'abuse' were really hard to hide, so one might wonder how did she manage to keep it from others? Well, I think there are a couple of things you should know about our country so you can properly understand the things that I am about to tell you. First thing is that we are, in general, not extremely sociable people, and we tend to keep our problems to ourselves. So the kid's mistreatments were never reported by Tristan nor any of the other neighbours (to be fair, as he was the only other person who lived on the same floor, he was possibly the only one in the building that was aware of the way the kid was (mis)treated).

Another thing you probably need to know is that this is a very safe place to live. For instance, it's not common for people to ever lock their front doors. This might be shocking to some of you, but this is the norm around here, even in the big cities. This practice is actually considered a safety measure, it makes it easier for firemen or paramedics for instance to access one's house in case of need. So security was never seen as a priority by Tristan.

But just a month or so after he got his new neighbours, the man started to notice there was something odd going on. As I told you already, Tristan was a bit of a cleanliness freak, so he always made sure to keep his apartment spotless. But one day he noticed some food scraps on the floor, and he could not understand how they had got there. He, of course, kept monitoring, and when this continued to happen more often, he noticed that there was a pattern, plus the occurrences happened more frequently. But even with his suspicions that the woman next door was a junkie, being raised his whole life in such a safe place to live, the only thing he could think of initially was that there was some sort of pest infestation going on.

But it was a bit strange, since this was, after all, a new build, so before incurring the expense of a disinfestation he decided to install a small camera to monitor the main living space (the affected area). And he had to wait only a couple of days before he discovered the source of his problems.

Initially the video recordings appeared to be as empty as the ones he had watched on the previous two days, showing nothing that would help in elucidating the mystery. He even started to think that he was overreacting a bit. To be honest, most people wouldn't even notice that there was something different going on, that he was probably responsible for the dirtiness, being tired from work and he started to imagine things.

But soon the video recordings caught the little boy, his new neighbour, carefully sneaking into his apartment in the early hours. And as if he already knew what he was looking for, he went straightto the cabinets in the kitchen area where the biscuits were kept, and stole some of them, which he immediately ate in a clumsy (and clearly hungry) fashion. Tristan was enraged by that, thinking that it was totally unfair on him! This fucked up family was already receiving money from taxpayers via the social program that had put them as his neighbours, so why should he accept the little thief stealing his stuff?

He could perhaps go and talk with the kid's mother? Nah, if he was stealing food from others it obviously meant that the bitch couldn't care less about the kid, so she would probably not help in solving the matter. He had to deal with the kid by himself, he thought. And with that reasoning he started to concoct a plan to catch the boy stealing and properly punish him for his misbehaviour. He noticed that the boy broke into his house very early, probably afraid of being caught, so he started waking up even earlier than the kid, and started monitoring the living area in realtime from his bedroom with the help of the camera, checking for signs of the boy's presence. Just a couple days later he was able to catch the little thief in action! When he saw the boy there, he silently crept out of his bedroom to the kitchen and grabbed the startled kid's arm.

"A-ha! Finally got you, little fucker! So you are the one that has been stealing my food! I noticed that there was some dirt on the floor, so I installed that camera and I've been recording you coming in here for a while. Aren't you ashamed of your behaviour? Well now that I have caught you I will just have to tell the police and your mom. I guess she will have to pay me back and with the help of the police she will take care of you."

The boy was terrified of Tristan's imposing figure after being caught, but he was clearly freaking out when he heard that his mom would be informed of his actions, apparently much more scared of that than Tristan's threat to contact the police as well! And the already crying boy started to plead with the man to keep his mother out of it.

"Please mister, don't tell my mommy! I promise I won't do it again! You… you can beat me instead! Please!!!" offered the blubbering young kid. Naturally he understood he had to be spanked for his wrongdoings, it was the natural consequence for his wrongdoings, he had probably learned from the way he was frequently treated by his mother.

"Well, I think we can work something out. If you promise to take your punishment and do as I tell you, I can keep your stealing a secret from your mom and the police for now. What do you say? Do we have a deal?"

The frightened young kid accepted the deal without any hesitation and submissively lowered his gaze and nodded his head in agreement.

"You'll have to say it boy!"

"Y-yes" mumbled the little one.

"Yes SIR. And say it louder so I can hear you boy!"

"Yes sir!" repeated the kid still in his childish voice, but sounding louder and clearer this time. The kid's meek behaviour was, unknowingly to him, starting to have an effect on Tristan's cock.

"That's better. Whenever you are talking to me you must always add sir at the end of the sentence, understood?"

"Y-yes… Sir!" added the boy after a short pause.

Tristan then started to question the boy about the facts of his life, such as the frequency of his mother absences, how and why he was punished, how much food he got at home, his hygiene routines along with other aspects of his daily life. He noticed that the boy was pretty smart, in fact Tristan thought he was probably above average intelligence for his age, which was a bit surprising considering his upbringing. He had learned how to read all by himself without having ever received any kind of formal education, for instance. And as he needed to take care of himself, he had taught himself how to use the microwave, the induction stove and the washer/drier for his clothes.

The man also discovered that the kid's mother was now absent for four to five days a week, and when she was home the boy was not allowed to disturb her for any reason at all. He had to stay out of her way, so she usually wasn't aware of the boy as long as he did a good job on his housecleaning tasks. She brought some food and cleaning supplies with her whenever she came back home and the boy mostly ate her leftovers after she went to sleep. He stored any food she might leave behind when she left the house again but there was never much. She was basically starving the kid, and that's why he had been desperate enough to try and steal some food elsewhere.

Tristan discovered she insisted he took a daily shower and another of the few things she had taught him was to always use the bidet to clean his ass after taking a crap, so at least the bitch had taught the boy how to clean himself properly. And even though he was small and thin from lack of food, it was clear that the boy was outgrowing his battered old clothes, but of course he was too scared to ask for new ones from his mom.

"I have heard some of the 'conversations' between you and your mom, and I have got the impression from those that you do most of the cleaning in your apartment, right? Well, starting from today you will be responsible for cleaning this area of my apartment as well, and you will need to come back and keep cleaning it to pay for the days you came here in the past and I had to clean up you dirt. Oh, and you will also have to pay for all that food you stole from me, but if you do a good job, I might allow you to keep having some food while here."

"B… but, I don't have no money… sir!"

"Don't be stupid boy, I know that! But there are other ways for you to pay me for my kindness, and you will learn all of them in due time", said Tristan, while his sick and perverted mind started planning the boy's gradual degradation. "Well, you will have to get my permission to eat or drink anything around here, and this will only come if I am satisfied with your payment. But be warned that I will not go easy on you, boy! Ok, you can start cleaning up now while I go take a shower. Once I am finished I will explain what you will have to do to start paying for the things you took from me and keeping it a secret from your mum."

***

Once Tristan finished his shower he left the bathroom with just a towel around his waist and went straight to the boy who had apparently just finished his cleaning and was standing at attention by the sink and waiting on the man's evaluation. The boy had done a fairly good job (it is true that there wasn't much to clean, but Tristan was satisfied with the kid's efforts), so he went to the sofa, sat down and summoned the kid.

"You are a wicked little boy, and you should know that wicked little boys have to be punished. First, I am going to give you a spanking so you can perhaps learn to behave, and then I will show you what you will have to do to repay me for the stolen stuff. Get here now boy, and you stay quiet and take your punishment in silence."

He patted his thighs, indicating that the kid should bend over his legs and quickly and forcibly removed the kid's battered shorts and undies.

"I will spank your bare bottom", he informed the frightened but compliant little kid.

Tristan then started to forcefully spank the kid's buttocks, six times in total. You probably think that wasn't much considering what the boy was used to from his mom, but Tristan was much stronger than her. The kid grunted a bit after the first blow, but quickly received another warning to remain quiet. By the fourth swat the boy started to silently cry as the man prepared to give him two more blows on his reddened butt. The last one was particularly hard, leaving the imprint of his hand on the kid, who grunted once more and kept crying in pain. Apart from that he didn't complain nor had he tried to impede his punisher in any way.

"Ok boy, that's enough punishment for today. Take off your top now, and get on your knees in front of me. No touching your butt, keep your hands behind your head. And look into my eyes. Yeah, perfect."

Tristan sat there admiring the crying and naked little boy exposed to his sick and deviant will. He then undid the knot holding his towel and opened his legs, exposing his rock hard cock and hairy balls to the startled little kid. The soon to be fag looked truly impressed by the man's package. Well, it was the first adult cock that he had ever seen, and it was fully erect, so this can partially explain the shock. But even if the boy's whore potential had been already unlocked by others, he would still have likely been impressed by Tristan's cock and balls. The hard shaft was above average, with a respectable 18cm [7"] length and 15cm [6"] girth. Although the boy didn't know it, it could have been even bigger so he was lucky it wasn't or it would have made it even harder for him to learn how to service it properly.

"To repay me for the things you stole, you'll have to keep my cock happy," said the man as he held the base of his member and lightly swatted it against the kid's face. Caught by surprise the boy retreated a little bit only to be reprimanded by the man.

"Stay still fag!"

The boy really didn't understand his new designation, but it was clear that the order was issued directly to him, so he complied.

Noticing that the kid was frightened by it, Tristan continued to cock slap the boy's face for some time before retreating a bit on the sofa and getting more comfortable. He then picked up a tube of cream that he brought from the bathroom and squeezed some of it over his cock, and after that he was ready to issue his next order.

"Put your hands on my cock. Spread this fucking cream all over it boy. And don't forget my balls. Be gentle with my balls stupid!" he slapped the kid's head for good measure when he felt some fingernails on his balls.

"That's enough. Now you put both of your hands around my shaft, like that. Grip it harder! Good, now you start to move your hands up and down."

He started to coach the little boy on how to give him a satisfactory hand job. It wasn't perfect that first time, but it was a good start, and he was confident the boy would eventually learn how to properly please him. He started to leak pre cum from his cock head and the liquid helped a little with the jerking. The boy was even more frightened by that, as he initially thought the man was peeing on his hands. But he didn't dare to stop the movements nor to take his hands from the cock, and submissively kept following the man's orders to the letter.

After a while Tristan felt it was time to introduce a new lesson into the kid's sex education.

"Now, you keep your hands on my cock and keep doing that. But you also have to start licking my balls for me."

The kid resumed his silent crying as the man forced his head towards his engorged balls. The little fag timidly started to lap his balls with the tip of his tongue, but the man was not satisfied with that.

"You'll have to use your whole tongue, and really lick my balls, boy. Do it!"

He started to train the boy on how to properly tongue bath his balls using more saliva. As a consequence of his tongue work, lots of the man's pubes were being dragged into his faggy mouth. This triggered some coughs from the boy, and eventually some of the pubes got caught in between his baby teeth. When the man noticed his pubic hair stuck in between the infant's teeth he couldn't suppress a grin, but continued to force the kid to service his balls. And soon he felt it was time to stop focusing on his own amusement and get his focus back on the kid's training, so he decided to move another step forward in the enhancement of the fag's sex education.

"Start licking my cock now, but keep stroking it."

The boy was worried about licking the man's cock, as he thought the liquid escaping from its tip was pee, but he was even more afraid of the man, so after a brief moment of reluctance he closed his eyes and touched the pole with the tip of his tongue. The man started once again to coach him on how to do his job properly, by using more of his tongue, initially focusing on the head and licking his pre cum and progressing to full cock licks, from the balls to the mushroom's tip.

He obviously didn't like his new task, but he knew stopping wasn't an option. The man's pre-cum was a bit sticky, and he didn't like the texture of it against his tongue and mouth, but surprisingly it didn't taste that bad. Not that he liked the taste, it was strange, salty but at the same time a bit sweet but it didn't smell or taste like he thought piss would. So the boy got used to it, and kept jerking Tristan's cock while licking it all over following the man's instructions.

And yeah, the kid was frightened by the man, but he was used to being punished when his mom was not satisfied with him. And although his jaw and tongue were a bit tired from his constant effort, but this was nothing compared to what he was subjected to by his mom, or even the earlier spanking he had received from Tristan. At least it didn't hurt that bad!

And so the boy continued jerking and licking Tristan's cock while being continuously coached on how to improve his performance. After some time the man sensed his climax approaching, so he ordered the boy to tighten his grip, jerk him faster and to keep licking only the tip of his cock. He intended to give the boy his first facial, but he reasoned that the boy might be a little surprised by his load, and perhaps, out of shock, he would stop following his orders. So he delivered a new set of orders without giving the boy any clue about what was going to happen.

"You keep doing that until I tell you to stop. No matter what happens, you keep jerking and licking my cock, understood?"

The boy nodded his head in agreement without stopping what he was doing. He sensed the man's urgency, and started hoping that the punishment was about to end? But he had no clue at all of what was about to happen!

And finally the man started to paint the boy's face and hair with his seed. The boy was a bit shocked when he first saw the white liquid landing on his nose, but the man urged him to keep doing his job while he came. Some cum even reached the startled kid's mouth and, a bit more painfully, one of his eyes, that hurt, so the boy started to cry once more. But without giving a single thought to the kid's feelings, Tristan only ordered the kid to stop when he was fully satisfied.

"Stop with the jerking boy. Now lick my milk off your hands," he said, and the boy complied.

"Now come back here and lick my cock and pubes," was the next command, and finally he used his own fingers to gather the globs of cum on the boy's face and hair and to force them into the kid's hungry and compliant mouth.

So that's what it is, the kid thought, milk!

On one hand, he was relieved that it was not pee, pee was yellow and this substance was white. So the milk hypothesis seemed much more reasonable. But he didn't like the taste of this strange milk at all! And the bit that hit one of his eyes had stung until his tears had washed the milk out of it. Once the man was satisfied with the fag's work, he allowed him to put his shorts back on, and they both went to the kitchen to enjoy some breakfast.

The kid was well behaved, and enjoyed his breakfast calmly when the man allowed him to eat. But he was clearly starving, and marvelled at the amount of food he was allowed to have. When the man poured him some milk, he initially worried it was going to taste like the man's milk had tasted, but when he sipped a little bit he realised that it was just regular milk, and then he started to relax a bit. At one point he was so relaxed that he even took the initiative to address the man and mentioned that this milk tasted different from the one he drunk from his cock (the clever boy remember to add a sir on the end of the sentence by the way). The man laughed hard at that, as if the boy had told a really funny joke.

Feeling encouraged by the man's reaction, the curious boy started to ask more questions. First was his major worry. "Do I have to eat this hair that is in my mouth, sir?"

To which the man replied, of course he did. But he kindly added that the pubes the boy had stuck in between his teeth could be taken out and discarded once he was home, if he preferred. After dealing with that concern the little fag also made some comments about the man's hot body, that was still fully exposed apart from the towel around his waist, such as 'you look really strong, with lots of muscles sir', or 'your pee pee is really big sir'. The man grinned and offered his muscled arm to the kid to touch and feel, but reproached him for calling his cock a 'pee pee', adding that only little boys had pee pees, and men had cocks.

The boy than focused his attention on the food he was eating, and continued on his quest for knowledge. For instance, he pointed at some delicious fruits that he had never seen before, and asked the man what they were.

"Those are strawberries," he replied, but soon he got annoyed by the continuous flood of questions and ordered the kid to remain quiet for the rest of their meal.

When the breakfast was finished Tristan ordered the boy to put on the rest of his clothes and go back to his apartment. He wouldn't let him clean the dried cum from his body, and instructed him to postpone his shower until sundown. Tristan then clarified that the boy would have to keep drinking his milk for a while, but on the other hand the boy would be allowed to keep having some food after servicing the man's cock. But he was warned to never ever steal again, and that he had to wait for the man to give him permission to eat his food.

"You come back here tomorrow morning, at the same time. And if you keep doing as you're told and perform a good job, not only I will keep giving you some of my food, but I will allow you to keep your wrongdoings as a secret from others."

And with that the little boy thanked the man (t-thanks sir) and left to his empty and uninviting home. He knew he would be late starting his cleaning tasks, so he would have to hurry, unless he wanted to be beaten by his mommy. That is if she bothered to come home that day…

***

As a consequence of their frequent encounters, Tristan started to take notice of the boy's body more closely. Some days the boy would appear with marks all over it, that meant his mom had been at home and the boy had been beaten up. They served as a good indicator of her presence at home, as the vicious woman seem to find reasons to beat and torture the little boy whenever she saw him. For instance, on one occasion she had spanked the kid and removed his mattress and pillows as a punishment for something he hadn't done that displeased her. But she never gave them back to him once the punishment was over, so the boy had been sleeping on his bedroom floor ever since. Another of those lingering punishments, that he couldn't even remember the reason for anymore, was the fact that he was also not allowed to use any hot water. His mum always turned it off when she was away and he certainly didn't dare use it when she was at home.

The boy's hair was growing too long for the man's liking, so he decided to cut it with his clippers, and he also noticed from the jerking on his cock that the boy's fingernails were overgrown, so he had to cut them and his toenails as well. As you know the boy had already learnt from his mom how to take a shower and how to properly clean his ass after shitting, but the man had to teach him how maintain proper oral hygiene. The smart little kid learnt his lessons very quickly, and once taught started to replicate his new orders to perfection.

To avoid an awkward situation or unwanted encounters, the man started to keep his front door locked whenever he brought fuckees home. This practice also served to increase the boy's desperation to please the man when he was available, so he could at least get some food. The boy was instructed to try every morning and if the door was locked he was to retreat back to his apartment and hope for more luck on the following morning.

But even considering the limitations, with the improvement in his food intake the kid soon started to gain some weight, as he was having at least one proper meal most days. He wasn't growing fat though, it was only enough food so that his ribcage was no longer sticking out when he was shirtless.

The man also noticed that the clothes the little boy owned (the ones that still fitted his frail young body) were too tight and getting shredded to pieces, mostly from overuse but also partially due to the extra weight he had gained. As he was the one responsible for giving the kid the extra food that was causing the destruction of his clothes, the man selected from the donation bin at work a pair of shorts and a couple of t-shirts for the boy. They were a bit loose on the kid, which was good as this way they would last longer. No underwear had been donated, but the man didn't feel the kid needed extra ones as although the ones he owned were fitting very tightly on his body, they were mostly still in good condition.

And to avoid making his few pieces of clothing dirty, the boy was instructed to always undress before servicing the man. As one could expect, with time the cock licking and facials gradually progressed to cock sucking and drinking. At the very beginning of this new stage of their interactions the boy only focused on the cock's head, but eventually he was able to get about 5 or 6cm [2"] of the man's cock inside his mouth. And with his continuous practice, after some leaking episodes from his mouth and even from his nostrils, the kid somehow learnt how to drink the full load of cum that the man squirted in his faggy mouth.

The man was also increasingly more sadistic and demanding during their encounters. At some point, the kid's routine became to undress, gently enter the man's bedroom and wait on his knees until the man woke up, so he could then start sucking on his cock and balls. And since the boy was polluting another of the man's rooms with his presence, he was ordered to start cleaning this part of the house as well. Tristan also started using food as a punishment whenever he evaluated the kid hadn't performed well enough. Sometimes he would just reduce the amount of food the kid was allotted while on others he would pour milk and cereal in a bowl and place it on the floor. The kid had to get on all fours and lap it up as if he was a dog, without the use of cutlery nor his hands.

As the kid's mother was clearly not concerned about him, he started to spend more time at the man's apartment, particularly on Tristan's days off. She wasn't stupid though, and had started to suspect the kid was getting food somewhere else, so now the only thing she left for the kid was rice, that he had to cook in just water, without any seasoning. Once he dared to ask Tristan for some, but his request was denied. The kid was not allowed to take any of the food he gave him outside of his apartment, the man explained.

It wasn't like she forgot to buy things, as she continued to stock the house with the cleaning products the kid needed for his housecleaning tasks, and the decision to starve him appeared to be totally deliberate. So, this bland rice was now his only sustenance in addition to some leftovers from her plates when she was home and the breakfast he was allowed to have at the next door neighbour's. These extra restrictions really increased the boy's urge to please the man in any way he could, so he became even more submissive and compliant to his orders.

And as their interactions progressed Tristan decided it was time to start introducing some ass play. But being a cleanliness freak, he wasn't interested in having his pole dirtied by the little fag's shit when he was to be fucked, so he decided to teach the kid how to properly clean his ass. The boy was instructed to coat the bidet shower nozzle with some cream, insert it inside his ass and pump water in. He then would have to evacuate and repeat the procedure until the water came out clean, and he was to repeat this every morning before coming to the man's apartment.

The boy didn't like it at all, but of course, he didn't voice any concerns to the man. And after being taught once, he quickly learnt how to reproduce this unwanted and initially painful procedure, complying with the man's orders every morning. Initially he grunted and gasped as he felt first the nozzle going in and then the strange feeling of the cold water filling his insides, but with time he got used to it, although he never got to enjoy the procedure itself. And even worse was the fact that he had to do it on the days Tristan's door was locked as well, as he was ordered to clean himself even before leaving his home and testing if he was going to be allowed in. Well, it was just one of those things he had to do to please the man, he thought, and eventually he just accepted it as part of his morning routine.

The man bought a set of butt plugs that he intended to use to gradually train the fag's little hole and prepare him to receive his manhood. Shortly after the ass cleaning routine was introduced, as the boy started his wake-up cock sucking performance on Tristan, he coated the smallest one with lube and forced it inside the boy's ass chute while still being sucked. The kid gasped and squirmed, but never stopped sucking the cock in his mouth as he knew he wasn't allowed to. The boy felt strangely and painfully full, and once he had drunk the gooey milk the man had unloaded inside his mouth, he reached to his plugged ass with his hands and felt the base of the contraption that was sealed inside him. The man, angered by this small act of defiance, slapped the kid's face and ordered him to keep his hands off the new toy, and of course the frightened little boy did as ordered. He had some difficulties and suffered from pain when he had to walk though, but the man graciously allowed him to crawl instead, as it seemed to be less painful. The kid's ass was kept stuffed for the duration of their encounter, only being unplugged when he was dismissed and sent back home.

The man kept training the boy both in size and endurance moving up the plug sizes, specially on those days when the kid stayed with him longer. The practice of having the boy crawl instead of walk whenever his plug size was upgraded gradually started to become the norm, and soon the kid was no longer allowed to stand on his feet in Tristan's presence.

On one of Tristan's days off, when he had the kid for longer, he decided it was time to accelerate the pace of the upgrades in the kid's plugging routine by skipping one of the sizes, so he went from the fourth smallest to the sixth directly. As the new plug started to open up the fuck hole even wider and gained some space, the kid grunted a bit, only to have the thing shoved in faster and more forcefully by the man. As expected, once the matter was properly addressed, the kid started to suck him. Soon the already experienced cocksucker obediently gulped once more the man's full load.

Once finished, Tristan got up and went to take a piss, soon going towards the living room, with the plugged boy painfully crawling after him, salivating at the thought of the breakfast he luckily would soon get to enjoy. But this was Tristan's day off, so before their breakfast, the man ordered the plugged kid on his knees in front of him while he sat on his sofa to watch a movie. It was an action movie that apparently the kid was really keen to watch, but even though he couldn't watch any of it while servicing the man he was allowed to at least hear some of the dialogues. But he better not get distracted, as his only goal was to please the man, and not to satisfy his own selfish desires.

While being sucked, some times the brute would force his dick into the kid's throat, and the fag would gag and cough. It was lucky he always had an empty stomach, otherwise he would surely have vomited from being so savagely face fucked.

But as he couldn't breath, the desperate little boy forced his hands against the man's thighs, and defiantly removed the cock from his mouth while violently coughing and trying to get some air in his lungs. The man quickly corrected this misbehaviour, by slapping the boy hard across his face and angrily addressed him while grabbing him by his hair.

"Put your mouth back on my cock, now fag! Your mouth don't come off of it unless I say it can come out, you hear me?"

The frightened little boy nodded his once again impaled head and tear stained face in agreement, as the cruel man went back to forcing his manhood inside the kid's throat. But feeling the boy's confusion the man in a surprising act of kindness decided to explain his reasons, and even gave him some tips in how to perform this new task more easily:

"You have to learn to take it deep, boy! Swallow when it goes in and remember to breathe through your nose, whenever you can".

This seemed to have helped the boy, although he was still coughing and gagging from time to time. He would probably have taken the cock out of his mouth and throat a couple of times to breathe if he could, but his fear of the man helped him in coping with his fate for a while. At around mid-fuck Tristan felt something strange scrapping his cock. It was not really hurting him, but the stuff was a bit hard and annoying, so he briefly took his cock out to see what was in there obstructing his pleasure. Once the cock was out, he could see some blood on it, which was a bit strange. He then pried the coughing kid's mouth open with two fingers and searched for a while until he finally found the source of his annoyance. It was one of the boy's milk teeth that came out while he was being viciously throat fucked! With the mystery solved, once the tooth was out of the way he took the crying kid's head back with one hand and forced the mouth minus one tooth back on his cock to keep servicing him. The boy fierily tried to never make the mistake again of pulling off the man's cock however hard he was face fucked, although he sometimes failed on his efforts and had to be properly punished.

In between those brutal throat fucks, the fag was required to keep sucking on the man's cock and massaging his balls. The man would use those times to relax a bit and let the boy suck the cock on his own, without being forced, but always stressing that he had to keep getting the pole as deep as he could. Sometimes the boy would get a bit tired and would try to slow down, but the man would reproach him for this lack of interest and the boy would get back to his task with full dedication (and fear).

"Keep sucking fag, I didn't say you could stop," the man would say while strengthening his grip on the boy's head. On that first time the boy had to keep his mouth on the man's cock for more than two hours, and in addition to the earlier tooth chasing break, there was only an extra short break so the man could take a piss. He came twice inside the kid's mouth during this period, and with very sore and tired jaws the boy was finally allowed to eat his breakfast afterwards. By then since he was no longer allowed to stand up anymore he couldn't get up to sit on the chairs. This actually had started as one of the concessions the man made when the fag started to be plugged, as sitting on a chair would painfully force the plug deeper inside his hole. Gradually this concession was turned into a new rule, and the boy was no longer allowed on any of the man's furniture. He was forced to eat his food on the floor, losing little by little other privileges like the use of cutlery or even his hands while eating as punishments for poor performance. So at that time the kid was always forced to eat on the floor as if he was a dog.

You might remember that this 'eating like a dog' practice started as a punishment, but since it became the norm, other forms of punishment had to be introduced. So on some days, if his performance was considered poor, he might still have had only a reduction in his food intake, but he could also be sent back home without having received any food at all! But regardless of the outcome, apart from Tristan's days off, once breakfast was over, the kid was always unplugged and sent back home.

Although as you might have noticed by this description the man was never really affectionate, the kid had become both physically and emotionally dependent on him. Well, the man provided his main source of sustenance, so one can understand the physical dependancy, but he was also the only person that had some kind of interaction with the kid on most days. And the little boy craved the attention he got from the man, specially on the rare occasions when his performance was really good (and the man was a bit more tender), when he would receive some pats on his impaled head, generally followed by a "good boy" remark. But regardless of that, the man gave a lot more attention to the boy's needs than his mom, the only other living being he had any sort of interaction with. But since she gave no attention at all to the kid apart from to torture him, I guess any other person would have a good score on that indicator!

***

The fag's meek behaviour was indeed having a deep effect on Tristan's attitude towards him. He was becoming increasingly more demanding, and the boy's degradation was augmented on every single interaction. The frequency of the beatings the kid received from the man increased as well as the reasons for which he deserved to be spanked. And the kid also became responsible for cleaning Tristan's whole apartment, as well as washing and drying his clothes and handwashing his dishes. Being a cleaning freak, Tristan's standards were very high, so it's understandable that the kid was frequently punished for the smallest faults in those cleaning tasks. But the boy accepted the increased scope in his work without complaint, and actually was eager for the extra dishwashing as the man allowed him to lick any remaining food from his dirty plates before cleaning them. Even though they could have been sitting for over 12 hours, they were still a real treat for the still always hungry boy.

As the kid was already managing to get a 12cm [5"] plug in his ass, the man started to fuck him with a similarly sized dildo, as well as his fingers. Sometimes he would fully insert the dildo in the kid's ass alongside with some fingers and he always enjoyed feeling the kid grunting and gasping around his cock, before he started to simultaneously deep fuck both throat and ass.

On some occasions he was even more savage while fucking the kid's holes, and on one particular occasion the boy pressed his hands hard on the man's legs to make things easier for himself. The man was obviously not pleased with that, so he interrupted the ongoing action, went to his bedroom and came back with one of his ties that he used to tie the kid's hands behind his back. He then, of course, continued to use the kid's holes for his pleasure until he unloaded, and after he replugged the crying slut he spanked his ass hard to punish him for his little act of resistance and sent him home without any food. And as it was the case for most of the punishments, from that day on, tying up the kid became the norm.

The practice of fucking the kid with a dildo was also continued, as well as the constant upgrade in plug sizes. The stiff plugs were getting too big for the little boy's frail and young body, and with the constant upgrades he never really managed to get used to his new toys, being in constant pain particularly while being stuffed but also when his ass was empty. He didn't dare to complain about it to Tristan though, as he was afraid of punishments (not that complaining would have had any positive results for the boy anyway).

Once the man had used a 16cm [6¼"] long plug on the kid a few times, he decided it was time to properly fuck his ass. The first time, he did it on his bed. The kid was ordered to lay down on his back and to hold his own legs, displaying his sorely plugged up hole that was soon to be fucked by a cock for the first time. The man roughly removed the plug, coated his own cock with some lube and started to insert it inside the kid's ass. He was very gentle as he started going in, but this was longer and thicker than anything the boy had felt before, so he grunted and even started to cry.

"Oh, shut up and take it fag." was the man's annoyed reply.

"But it's hurting me, sir." complained the sobbing little boy, so the man slapped his face and reinforced his command.

"I said shut up, kid!"

The little fag continued to show some distress by his now silent crying, facial contortions of pain and eventual grunts. And once the man started going in faster and deeper, he even let go of his legs and tried to push on the man's thighs to make the pain stop.

"Move your hands back to your legs fag" was the man's authoritarian command, while still deep fucking the hole, that made the boy comply immediately, purely out of fear. The man continued to brutally fuck the fag until he unloaded and replugged the crying little boy's ass with the 16cm [6¼"] plug, then ordering him to lick his cock clean. After that first time fucking also became part of the kid's daily routine. But Tristan preferred to fuck the kid after work rather than in the morning, so now the kid had to come back when Tristan came home to provide the man with some deserved post-work relaxation.

On one occasion Tristan learnt from the kid that his mom was going away for a long weekend with one of her fuckers. The boy was informed of it while mommy was whipping his back for being too noisy while cleaning the house, and she kept flogging the little shit while threatening him with extra punishments if he didn't take proper care of the house in her absence. As if she was commonly present, Tristan thought, while the kneeling boy recounted the 'conversation' he had had with his mom.

It was a weekend when Tristan was off work too so he decided to stay at home and use the kid for the entire period. Whenever the little fag wasn't cleaning, or on suck or fuck duty, he was kept in bondage, tied up, plugged and gagged. In fact, he was virtually plugged and gagged 24/7, since his mouth or ass were only unplugged to insert something else inside them. It was during this weekend that some new acts were introduced into the kid's sex routine: piss drinking as well as feet licking and massage.

Apart from the foul odour coming from the man's feet the massaging and licking were not really hard on the boy considering all the other things he had to do, so he got used to it fast. And he had lots of opportunities to get used to Tristan's funky feet, as during this period he was kept constantly gagged with the man's dirty socks and as he was sleeping at the foot of the man's bed, he had to keep some of the man's most smelly shoes taped to his mouth and nose all night long. Like with the other things once he had been introduced to them they became a regular part of the kid's routine.

However he really hated drinking the man's piss, and after being forced to drink all of the man's piss for the whole of that weekend he even considered not returning to service the man because of it. But his hungry stomach forced him back for more abuse, and eventually he got sort of used to drinking the man's piss as well. And although the little fag never complained about it, Tristan realised that he really hated drinking piss. So, of course, he made sure to give it to the kid as frequently as he could! He started having the kid drink his morning piss daily, and regularly added some to his breakfast as well. He also started to order the kid to bring his cooked rice to him so the man could piss all over it before he was allowed to take it back home to eat.

By then the kid's breakfast had started to be made increasingly bad tasting, to the point that it became mainly composed of mashed scraps, chewed bits of food, vegetable and fruit peelings, as well as the man's piss and a bit of both regular and man milk. This was part of a bigger scheme of degradation and psychological torture that the man was practising on the little child. He was constantly told how bad it was to be a fag, and how lucky he was that the man was there to punish him for his sick ways. He was constantly reminded that he should feel grateful towards the man for keeping his secrets, but every so often the man would threaten to reveal to the little kid's mother that not only was he a little thief, but also a fag.

The kid by now was completely brainwashed that he was a dirty little boy, a fag, and he indeed deserved to be punished for it. It wasn't hard as even before he had met Tristan his mother had blamed him and told him it was his fault he got treated the way he did. Tristan managed to convince him that he secretly desired the man to use his holes, which was really wrong and sick, and that was the reason why the man had to fuck him hard and cause him so much pain.

At night he usually cried himself to sleep and prayed for forgiveness, expressing his remorse for being a fag. And since he thought it was all really dirty and perverted, he was constantly afraid of the man revealing it to others, especially his mom. He often had nightmares involving Tristan's cock, and on his rare resting periods he frequently thought of the man and his cock, but this only served to reinforce his self image of being a depraved little faggot that always thought of men and their cocks. By then his whole life revolved around pleasing Tristan and his cock, and this could be easily verified by looking at his daily routine.

On a standard day the kid would wake up, take a shit and properly clean his ass including several cold enemas before going over to service Tristan. Once there, he would undress, go to the man's bathroom and pick up the plug the man had left out for him to wear on that day, insert it in his ass, no lube was allowed any longer no matter how big it was but Tristan had kindly given him permission to suck it before insertion. He then had to quietly make his way to the man's bedroom. Once there, he had to stay on his knees and wait until Tristan woke up, at which time he was required to suck on the man's cock, and would generally also swallow his morning piss, although the order varied. The man would sometimes tie the kid's hands behind his back and would throat fuck the bitch with his whole cock, giving him his cum to properly break his fast. Then he would generally attach a dog collar and lead to the kid, release his hands if they had been tied and they would then walk (and crawl) to the kitchen to enjoy their breakfast.

Once Tristan left to work, the kid would eagerly lick and clean the dirty dishes, before he would clean both of their houses. He had to remove the plug when he left to clean his own flat, and while at home he would take the opportunity to eat some piss soaked rice. Once finished, he was to go back inside the man's apartment, undress, replug himself and wait on his knees by the foot of the man's bed while sniffing the inside of the shoes the man had left out for him. Once Tristan was home, the little fag had to help him remove his clothes, massage, lick and suck the man's feet, cock and balls.

After work the man generally wanted to fuck the kid's ass, which he did savagely and forcefully. To avoid unwanted noise he would generally force the plug that has been in the kid's ass for the whole day into his mouth and he would also tie the fag's hands behind his back. On other occasions he would force the kid to hold his own legs while being fucked and would also leave his mouth unplugged, stressing that he must do nothing to impede the man, cry or make any noise while being raped balls deep.

Once he unloaded he would plug the kid's ass once more and the fag was collared and had to return to 'dog mode', crawl behind his man towards the sofa and stay on his knees placed between the man's open legs while he watched tv or ate his supper. The fag would generally have to drink the man's piss again, lick his balls and eat some of his pubes as well as massage the man's feet, but sometimes he would get another face fucking, before being unplugged, made to lick his plug clean and be dismissed. On most days, once at home, he would cook and eat some rice, always remembering to go and let the man add some of his piss before taking it home to eat, take a quick freezing cold shower and he would then go to sleep on his bedroom floor, crying for his sins but also dreaming of his breakfast and the dirty plates he would hungrily lick the following morning.

***

This situation continued like that for a bit more than half a year. One day, when he got home Tristan noticed that the boy's apartment was once more vacant. Apparently the social services had discovered that the mother had virtually abandoned the kid and took him to an orphanage, while the mother was remanded in jail.

By now Tristan had finished his residency, and was working full time as a doctor in the neighbourhood's clinic. There was an outbreak of measles, and most of the paediatricians were unavailable, so he was asked to do a physical check on a young child named Thomas who had been a victim of abuse and neglect.

He was surprised when he saw that little Tommy was the boy he had fucked for the last six months, but he had never bothered to ask his name before. Some days had passed since he had used the boy, and apart from the bruises he had on his hole the signs of sexual abuse were gradually waning down. Not wanting to attract any attention to himself, he left the kid's ass untouched, but made him drink his piss and cum for a last time before releasing him with a report that recorded his bruises and starvation but conveniently forgot to mention the sexual abuse indications.

The boy never told anything about the way he had been abused by the man. On the contrary, the social services agent that rescued the kid contacted Tristan on one occasion and informed him that apparently the kid was very grateful for the help the man had given him by providing him with food during that six months period. But what the social services worker didn't know, is that deep down the boy was grateful not only for the fact that the man helped him with food, but he also had kept his promise and never revealed to others the little fag's dirty secrets.

The End