Stories From A Criminal # 1

A work of pure fiction by: CumJarBunny

Hello, my name is Jay. I'm; 23 years old, 5'8" tall, I have yellow eyes, a lean/ lightly muscular build, I'm bisexual, a green-ish grey alligator. I'm also a criminal, specifically a; kidnapper, rapist/child-rapist, thief, murderer, an “adult filmmaker" of sorts and a child abuser/ molester.

I know, I'm a colossal piece of shit, but if you're reading this, you probably don't care. In my world, being a pedophile is perfectly ok and legal along with incest and Beastiality, they're both accepted with open arms. Porn of this kind is available in all countries. The part that isn't legal is when it's non-consensual.

My place of residence is in a large cabin about 6 miles outside of town in a woodsy area, it's pretty hard to find unless you know the way or have a GPS. My home has 2 bedrooms, 2 bathrooms, a nice kitchen, an attic, and a basement. A good buddy of mine (who's also a criminal like me) helped me soundproof it. Enough about me, let's get to the reason you clicked on this story.

At 10:07 pm, I got in my car and drove into town. The target I'm after tonight is a little boy that I've been watching for about a week now. He's about 7 to 9 years old, a deer, and just under 4'0 tall. His name is Cameron Zeil, but I just call him Cammy for short. I know where he lives, so I head straight there. Of course, I don't just pull up to the house, I park my car in a secluded area down by some empty, up-for-sale houses.

Before getting out, I put on a pair of black leather gloves and a ski mask. I then grab a large and mostly empty duffle bag that I brought with me. It has chloroform, rope, a blindfold, a ball gag, and an audio recording of me saying, “Don't move a muscle and stay quiet. If you disobey me, you will die." I also brought some headphones to go with it, brought them with me just in case they woke up before we were home

I know that tonight his parents won't be home, they left town for a business trip. I sneak to the back of the house where there's a back door leading into the kitchen. From there I could see that the babysitter ( a feline) was watching something on the tv, and it looks like she's dozing off, now's my chance.

First, I pick the lock to the back door, gingerly open it, and step inside. I grab the chloroform and put some on a cloth that was sitting on a nearby counter. Next, I creep up behind the sofa she's sitting on and I swiftly cover her nose and mouth with it. At first, she's very frightened, her muffled cries filling the immediate area of the first floor of the house, and within seconds her cries grow weaker, her flailing arms limper. And soon she's out cold, but before I acquire my real target, I decide to grope her unconscious form. I start with her breasts, there a 'B' cup, I tweak, pull, squeeze, and pinch her nipples. I begin to move my hands down south towards her nethers, I'm able to slip my right hand into her sweatpants with ease. I soon discover that she's not wearing panties, “ What a naughty little girl you are, it's almost like you were expecting me." I whisper quietly into her ear. I finger her and massage her sweet little clit, I end up making the feline cum 3 times in her sleep. Then I bring my soaking wet hand up to my mouth and lick it clean of her feminine juices.

I look down and see that my member is at half-mast, I need to finish up here. Then, I slink my way up to the second floor. I'm quickly able to spot the bedroom of my target, the door is a pale blue color with Cameron's name on it. I open the door as quietly as possible and I see Cammy sleeping on his side, his back facing me. I put some more Chloroform on the cloth and pressed it to the little boy's muzzle, he stirs in his sleep for only a moment before falling into a deeper sleep. Before tying him up and placing him in the duffle bag, I pull his pants down to his ankles and gaze upon his plump, round, virgin ass. My mouth is beginning to salivate at all the nasty thoughts I was having, the things I'm going to do to this little boy make my dick stand at full attention. But I couldn't help myself. I at least have to get a taste before packing him up. I pull the sweet rump to the edge of the bed, spread his cheeks, and start rimming him without a second thought.

The first lick made me moan in ecstasy, the second made my cock spasm, and the third and final lick made me almost cream my pants. The pure and unadulterated pleasure that I derive from violating small children is indescribable. I then pull his pants back up, tie his hands and feet together, gag & blindfold him, and then set the recording on a loop, and place him in the bag. And last, before leaving, I spot a door that's labeled 'Office'. I take a peek inside. I step inside and see a desk with a computer on it, next to the monitor is a video camera, a flash drive, and a notepad. On the notepad is the password to the computer, so I boot it up and peruse it. 

On the desktop, there's a file labeled ' family photos', I click to open it and find at least 30 videos, a lot of them seem to be much older men that just like fucking Cammy's face and eating his ass out. One of these is named '6th birthday present'. I click on it and am greeted with the beautiful sight of a 6-year-old Cammy sucking the tip of his father's 5-inch penis. The video is 11 minutes long and they take turns giving each other head. At one point, they get into a 69 position, Cammy on the bottom and his daddy on top, Cameron's face, and his father's asshole turned toward the camera. With the older deer's cock lined up to his son's open and inviting maw, he then starts to skull-fuck his own child-like there's no tomorrow. It continues like this for 8 more minutes before the older buck slams balls-deep into Cammy's young throat, feeding his son with his spunk.

Without hesitation, I take the flash drive on the desk, plug it into the computer tower, and download a copy of the entire folder. With both prizes in tow, I leave through the back door and drive back home.

When we arrive home, I get inside, get into more comfortable attire and head down to the basement. After entering the basement, I open the bag to see that my sleeping beauty is still out cold. I place him onto a mattress that I keep down here for each of my victims, wrists, and ankles still tied together. I undo the rope around the boy's wrists and replace it with thick leather cuffs. Each cuff has a metal D ring on the back, big enough to fit ropes and chains. I attach one end of a small length of chain to each cuff, I then hoist Cameron up and hang him onto a reinforced hook in the ceiling, facing the basement entrance and a camera that I have resting on a tripod. 

Next, I take off all of my clothes and put on a mask that I have resting on a table that sits to the left of Cammy. The mask covers the top half of my face, and only vaguely resembles a skull of my species. Then, I remove the cub's ball gag and blindfold, as well as the headphones and audio recording. After that I test out a remote for the camera, it can zoom in and out, turn left and right, stop and start recording, and can turn on and off. And lastly, now that I know everything is working and ready, I just wait for the cub to wake up.

Less than ten minutes later, he wakes up and the camera is recording. Scared and confused, Cameron thrashes about in a futile attempt to escape, but to no avail.

“ H-Hello, please somebody help me! Where am I?!" he screams in a panicked tone. I step out from the darkness and say, “Oh good you're awake. How ya' feelin', Cammy?"

“Who are you? Where am I? What do you want with me?" he asks, a look of fear and worry plastered across his face.

“It's ok, Cammy, relax, you're in your new home. I'm your new daddy and I just want to welcome you into your new family, with me." I say to him, stepping out from the shadows.

“What are you talking about? Please, take me home. And my name is Cameron, not Cammy."

“You are home. I know this is scary but you'll get used to it. Now if you're gonna be a part of my family, you have to follow a very strict set of rules. Rule number 1; no back-talking, doing so will result in punishment. Rule number 2; you will follow any and all orders given to you by me or someone else in your new family. If I tell you to give me a blowjob, you will. If I tell you to clean your room, you will clean it. Disobeying me will earn you a beating. Rule number 3; do not try and run from me, ever. If you do, you'll receive a harsh beating and will be grounded for a week. Rule number 4; my needs always come first, my pleasure and my comfort matter. Yours do not matter. Remember that. And lastly is Rule number 5; you will address me as; master, sir, father, papa, and most of all, daddy. Do I make myself clear, son?"

Cammy looks down at the floor with a somber and fearful expression and nods. I glare at him and yank his head back. “Speak up, boy."

“Owch! Y-Yes, father, please let go, you're hurting me."

I let go and say, “Good boy. I want you to look at that camera and say how old you are and when your birthday is, ok, son?" The cub does as he's told and begins to speak, “My birthday is April 11th, a-and I'm 8 years old.", “Good job, Cammy…" I say with a smile, “you're being such a good boy. Now I'm gonna give ya' a glimpse of what your life will be like living here."

I reach over to a table and grab one of the punishment devices I plan to use on Cammy, a cat of nine tails. The cub looks to his left as I walk over to him, “What are you gonna do with that?!" he says, Cammy starts thrashing about in his restraints again, trying to get away from me. I shake my head in disappointment before smacking him hard across the face. He starts sobbing, his left cheek stinging from the pain. I grab him by the throat and say in a stern voice, “What did I just tell you 'bout trying to get away, huh? Looks like I'll have to beat this behavior out of you, runt."

As I raise my arm ready to deliver the first blow, he shakes his head, begging me not to do it. But without a word, I whip him hard on his left side right below his armpit. He screams out in pain, tears streaming down his face. I start to feel an erection coming on, I then whip 3 more times across his chest and belly. I take a second to consider where the next 5 strikes should be, then I decide to whip him 3 times across the ass, and twice on his lower back. It's at this point I realize that my cock is fully out of my cloaca, standing at 12 inches, and my gator dick is now at full mast.

In between each of his pain-filled sobs, he asks, “W-Why is your thingy hard?"

“Because your pain makes me happy, sweety. Has anyone ever tried to put anything in yur butt?" The little boy says, "N-No, sir," and shakes his head in response, “Good."

“I'm gonna let you down now, but if you even think about tryin' to run away from me… I'll make you regret it. AM I, UNDERSTOOD, SON?" I ask through gritted teeth. “Y-Yes, sir," I then lift him off of the hook, wrists still bound together with a chain, and carefully place him onto the mattress that's lying on the floor. There is a small variety of stains on the mattress; dried cum, piss, and some blood. I've tried cleaning it but then I remembered that I'm not the one who has to sleep here, so I stopped trying so hard, and if it stains, it stains.

To my surprise, Cammy doesn't try to escape. He just lays there with fear in his eyes. I knelt on top of him, his smaller body between my legs. “ Ya'know, when I was in your house, I found some very interesting videos of you and your old daddy. Seems to me like you know how to make men like me feel good using your mouth. Did I get that right?" Cameron nods while looking away, the non-verbal response earning him a hard slap across the face, “ You will speak when spoken to, runt." “I-I'm sorry, Papa…," he says while crying. “Apology accepted… now be a good little boy, and open your fucking mouth, faggot. And I better not feel any teeth." Cammy obeyed the orders of his new daddy and opened wide.

The second his mouth was open I crammed ⅓ of my rock-hard cock into his maw. His small hands try so desperately to push me off. I grabbed the chain and used it to pull his arms above his head. While I did find his little display entertaining, it was getting a little bit annoying. Next, I slid another ⅓ into his mouth, this time almost getting to the very top of my knot. Then, I got all but my knot into his maw. I can feel him gagging on me and it feels fucking great. His eyes are reddening and I can see he's about to blackout, but right before he does, I take my member out. He begins gasping for breath and coughing.

Now at an excited pace, I flip the little boy over onto his belly and spread the cub's little ass cheeks apart with one hand. Next, I line my staff up to his virgin asshole with the other. “Papa, please don't, I-I've never d-done this before. Please don't make me-" Cameron was cut off by me shoving his face into the mattress, “I'll do whatever I damn well please with you, boy. So hush-up, and learn your place, faggot." And with that using only his spit as lube I cram my dick inside of him all the way to the knot.

The complete and utter bliss I feel with his anal muscles clenching hard around my member, his screams of pain and fear, and the blood of his now-deflowered asshole trickling down my knot and onto the dirty mattress below is unmatched. This is the exact reason why I do what I do. I love stealing the most precious thing that everyone has at the start of their life; their virginity, and their dignity. Especially when it comes to small children like Cammy.

Sometimes, I like to be kind, show them a good time, and ensure that we're both happy, and then with consent, I pop their cherry. But most of the time, I just like taking what's mine; I'll find almost any excuse to hurt them, I'll beat them, torture them, then rape them. And after that, I'll kill them, often it's slow and painful, and the other time I just put a bullet through their skull when I'm feeling merciful.

Once I was inside, his eyes shot wide open, so wide I feared they would pop out of his skull. My favorite part is when he starts struggling, he looks so cute when he's in pain. I waited a few moments so he could get used to it, and after that I pulled all the way out, and slammed back down to the knot, eliciting another beautiful cry from Cammy.

I continue to fuck him at a hard, steady pace all while still holding a firm grip on his head, keeping it firmly planted in the mattress, when he said, “Pleeaase, papa, s-s-stop it. You're hurting me." he said in between cries of discomfort and pain. “I know and I don't give a shit. Like I told you before, son, daddy's needs always come first," I emphasize the last bit of what I said with a hard thrust for each word. I look down to see a growing pool of precum mixed with blood, the mixture becoming pinker with each thrust as his blood and my precum combine.

10 minutes later, I can feel an orgasm building. I pull every single inch of my cock out and slam it back into Cameron, knot and all. I start blasting rope after rope after rope of my hot spunk inside of the little boy. Less than 45 minutes later, my knot deflates, and I pull my cock out of his abused rectum. “So… how do ya' feel, Cammy?"

“Hurt…"

“I thought so. It's not gonna hurt like this forever, I promise."

“R-Really…?"

“Yep, and soon you'll learn to like it," I say with a warm smile.

“If you're a good little boy, and you follow all of my rules, yur gonna like it here, ok, son?"

“Yes, p-papa…"

I then look over to my left and see that the camera is still recording. I get up, my cock beginning to go limp, sliding back inside of my cloaca, and leaving a trail of blood and cum behind me. I say, “I hope you enjoyed the show," to the camera before stopping the recording and turning it off.

I look back at my new son and say, "Welcome to the family, my boy." with a lustful smile.

THE END
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