Leonard

Imperio

Ending A

2. All You Need is Love

This is a continuation to the story Imperio about a man who hypnotizes a boy for sex. If you haven't read the beginning yet, then I strongly recommend you do so before reading this ending!

The Imperio swung between us.

I had been so mad at this child. So furious that he had bullied Trevor, my nephew. I had so many dark desires for him. But something in his eyes reminded me of me at that age. I understood, at last, that he was just a little kid. A small nine-year-old boy, doing what nine-year-old boys do. Dumb, mean, but a good kid. A normal kid.

Jonah, this tiny, naked, vulnerable boy, heavy-lidded eyelids drooping, swung back and forth in time with the Imperio. His mind was one with the gem, open to any instruction. Any instruction. Any instruction at all…

"Jonah," I said, "can you hear me?"

"Yes, master."

"Is your mind open? Do you feel the fog of the Imperio within you?"

"Yes, master."

"How does it feel?"

"Warm, master," he said, "and…" he gulped, "good, I like it."

"Good, Jonah, good. Now you must open your mind to me even more than you have so far. We are going to… rewrite your thoughts. Change how you think and what you want. Do you understand?"

"Sort-of, master."

"Open your mind. Even more. Open it so that I can change anything about it. About you. You want me to control how you think. How you feel. What you do. What you want. Everything about you, I will control, and I can change. Do you understand?"

I saw him shiver even as he droned in response, "yes, master."

"You feel the fog of the Imperio in your mind. In every part of your mind. Every thought, every action. You like how it feels. You need it there, it feels so good. You let it control every part of you. It decides what you think and what you do." I paused. "Does the Imperio control you fully, Jonah?"

"Yes, master."

"And you want it to be there forever."

"Yes, master."

"Good, Jonah, good." I smiled at the boy. "What do you think of me, Jonah? Answer me honestly."

He paused, took a deep breath. Suddenly his voice was full of emotion even while his body, still drifting back and forth in sync with the Imperio, was quiet, suppressed. "I'm scared of you, master," he said. "I don't understand how you're doing this and I want to be free and I want to go tell my daddy to stop you and I want my mommy to hold me and make you go away. I just want to go home, and I want you to leave me alone and stop being mean. I hate you! I really hate you!"

"I see," I said. I needed him to relax again. "Jonah, look into the Imperio."

He did.

"Breathe, Jonah. Breathe and relax. Breathe and relax. Breathe," I repeated a third time, quietly, gently, "and relax. The thoughts you just told me are getting smaller, quieter. Your mind is becoming a blank. Blank. I'm going to count down from five, Jonah, and with each count, your thoughts are going to get smaller, and smaller, until they completely disappear on zero. Are you ready, Jonah?"

"Yes, master."

"Five," I said. "Your thoughts are getting smaller and smaller. Four. Feel every thought getting tiny, small, unimportant. Disappearing. Three. No thoughts. No worries. No fears. No joys. Two. Just blank, and empty, and open. One. Blank, and empty, and open. Zero. Zero and all your thoughts, every worry, everything is gone. You are completely empty, completely blank, completely controlled. You are ready for me to make your thoughts whatever I want. Is your mind empty, Jonah?"

"Yes, master."

"Follow the gem, Jonah. It is the only thing. You feel it in your mind, in your thoughts." I paused, gulped. "From now on, Jonah, you do not hate me. Do you understand?"

"Yes, master."

"You do not fear me. You… like me." The boy rocked back and forth in front of me, blankly. "I'm the coolest adult you ever met. The coolest person you ever met. I'm really smart, and I can control minds, and everything. From now on, Jonah, you're excited about how I'm going to change your mind. You're so excited that a big strong man like me is going to make you into a different boy, a better boy. More than anything you've ever wanted in your life, you want me to teach you and train you and change you. You used to be a bad a boy, but now you're going to be good, because I'm going to control you. To command you to be the best boy you can be. More than anything, you really want to do everything I tell you to do. Do you understand?"

"Yes, master."

"What do you think of me now?"

"You're really cool, master," said the mind-controlled boy. "You're going to change me and make me better and stuff."

"Very good, Jonah. It feels good to obey me, doesn't it?"

"Yes, master."

"How do you think I'm going to change you next?"

"I dunno," he said. "Maybe make me stronger, master? Or smarter? Or, like, make it so I don't cry sometimes?"

I smiled. "Jonah," I said, "I'm going to do something else. I'm going to make you more grown up. More like an adult."

"Cool," said the boy.

Catching the Imperio in my hand, I got up and ruffled his hair affectionately. He beamed at me. Then I stood in front of him. Undoing my fly, I dropped my pants and then lowered my underwear. My cock hung out, huge and engorged. After all, a happy, helpless naked boy was sitting here in front of me!

The boy looked up at me with huge eyes. "M-master?" he said.

"Shhh," I replied, "what do you think of my cock?"

The boy blushed. "Is that your, um, your…"

"Yes, cock is the word men use for penis. When we want to talk about sex, we use words like cock. Now, what do you think of it?"

"Errr, it's, um, big, master. And, uh, hairy, master."

"But what do you think of it? Do you like it? Do you want to touch it?"

"Ewwww!" he said. "No! That would be really gross, um, master. You, like, pee with it and stuff." He paused and looked up at me again with those big brown eyes. "Don't be angry at me, master, I'm just telling you what I think. If you want me to touch it I will, but, uh, please don't, master…"

I laughed a little bit. "You know, Jonah, if you were older, you'd think really differently about cocks. You might even like them more. I'm going to make you more like an adult, all right, Jonah? You want that, right?"

"Yes, master," he said. "Whatever you want, more than anything."

"Good boy," I said, sitting down and starting to swing the Imperio again. "Feel the fog of the Imperio in your mind again, telling you what to do. From now on," I started to say, "you really like men's…" I paused mid-sentence. Was this the right way to do it? "No," I said, "let's do this a different way." I stopped, thought a little bit. "Have you ever been in love?"

Jonah looked taken aback at the change of topic. "Like with my parents, master?"

"With someone else? A girl, or a boy?"

"Um, not really, master."

"But there was someone?"

"I dunno," he said. "Kind-of, master."

"Who?" I said. "Tell me about her. Or him."

"Kelly," he said. "She, uh, I dunno, master. She was weird."

"Did you like her body?"

"I guess, master," he said, sheepishly.

"It's all right, Jonah. Did you want to touch her? To feel her body? To feel her private parts?"

"That would be naughty, master."

"But did you want to?"

"Yeah, master," he said. I saw his tiny penis extend a little bit, straighten a little bit, get a tiny bit erect. He shuffled in his seat. Good. He'd had some stirrings already.

"Jonah," I said, "stand up."

The boy stood up, still a blank, naked slate for me to write on.

I stopped swinging the Imperio. "Come with me."

The boy walked after me to my living room, where I had a big couch in front of a TV. We sat down, and I pulled him close to me. My arm wrapped around his little body, holding him against me.

"Jonah," I said, "imagine Kelly standing in front of you. You like her, right?"

He nodded.

"You like her body. Her smile?" He nodded. "Her eyes?"

"Uh, yeah, master," he said.

"You want to protect her? To be nice to her?"

"I guess, master."

"To hold her close?"

"Maybe." His body shuffled uncomfortably next to me. "I dunno, master, I… I don't know."

"You don't need to be uncomfortable, Jonah. This is how men should be," I said. "Let yourself explore. Imagine Kelly's body. Imagine her naked in front of you. Do you like how her body looks? Do you like its shape?" He nodded. "Yes, you do. Do you like that she's gotten naked for you?" He nodded again, young eyes staring forward at the place he imagined the little girl.

I reached down and grasped his little boy's cock. Taking a bit of grease on my hand, I started to rub it, to massage it, masturbating the child next to me. "Imagine she touches you, here, her warm hand where mine is, making you feel so good. It feels good, doesn't it?" He nodded. His tiny cock was really erect now. "She loves you too, and she's going to touch you all over." I started to run my hands along his torso, along his warm skin. Across his stomach and chest, his back, on the inside of his thighs.

"I don't…" he said, "I don't… I don't understand what you're doing."

"Does it feel good?"

He nodded.

"Does it feel really good?"

"Yes, master," he said, panting a little bit.

"That's all that matters," I told the over-stimulated boy. I continued to massage him, watching his cock grow, watching him breathe faster and watching him blush in his cheeks. Then I knelt down in front of him.

"Now," I said, "imagine she kneels in front of you, opens her mouth, and takes in your little cock." And with that, I took the tiny erect member into my mouth, stroking it with my tongue, sucking on it. I felt it bounce around inside me. I pulled off for a moment to speak: "making you feel so good," and then again I took it in. "Giving you pleasure." Still I sucked on it. "Loving you."

The boy was breathing fast and moaning lightly. "Jonah," I said, when I paused for a moment, "it feels really good, doesn't it?"

"Yes, master," he said, hazily.

"You want it to go on forever."

"Yes, master."

"You love Kelly."

"Yes, master."

"All right. Jonah, think about all your feelings for her, all of the things you've felt, all of the things you like about her body, everything that attracts you to her, and put it all in a box. I want you to take all of the feelings you just had right now, the love and all the good sensations, and put them in that box. I want you think about all of them. Are you thinking about them?"

"Yes, master."

"You're thinking about how much you love Kelly?"

"Yes, master."

"Good," I said. "Now we're going to change you. Are you ready?"

"Yes, master."

"Are you excited to change?"

"Yeah, master, please, do it!"

"All right, Jonah." I squatted in front of him, swinging the gem. "I'm going to count down from five again, and with each number, those feelings about Kelly become feelings about me. When we get to zero, you're going to love me, want me to touch you everywhere, and think my body is beautiful. Are you ready?"

"Y-yes, master. I'm… I'm scared, master, but I want you to change me."

I patted him on the head, and then: "Five," I announced. "All of those feelings, all of those sensations, are now starting to be about me. Four. How great it would feel to touch me. To be with me. Three. What you feel about how wonderful Kelly is, how much you love her, now you feel it about me. Just like you wanted to touch her skin, you want to touch my skin. Just like you wanted her to like you, you want me to like you. Two. You love me. You love how my body looks. You want me to give you pleasure." His brown eyes stared at me, open, fixed. "One," I continued. "You need me. I am everything to you, I am your whole world. I am so beautiful, so perfect. When I touch you, it's like an electric current of joy between us. Zero. You love me, like you loved her. All of it, you feel it all about me. You want to be close to me all the time."

The boy stared ahead.

"The Imperio commands it," I said. "You love me. You want to be close to my body, like you wanted to be close to hers. You want me to like you, like you wanted her to like you. You like how my body looks. You want to touch my body. You want me to touch your body. You want to be naughty together. You want our private parts to touch." I paused. "Jonah, do you understand?"

"Yes, master," he said.

"Listen to me, Jonah. When we touch, you get all warm inside. You get all tingly. That touch is the best feeling in the world. It's like when Kelly touches you but even better. Do you understand?"

"Yes, master."

"You want me to like you so much, you want our bodies to be close so much, you would do anything, anything for me to like you, for us to touch each other. Every fiber of your being, every part of your soul, longs for that touch, for that contact, for that love. You love me, you love me so much."

"I do, master, I do!" he said. "Can you touch me, master?"

"Not yet, Jonah, but soon. Soon. Tell me first, what do you think of my cock?"

He stared at it. "I dunno," he said. "Master, I'm sorry, I just… it looks… it's part of you, master, and… but it's still kinda hairy and it's still where you pee and I dunno."

"Get ready to change how you think again, Jonah."

"I'm ready, master!"

"From now on, you love my cock. It's the most beautiful thing you've ever seen. You love how big it is. You love its hair. You love it when it's small, but you really love it when it's big. You want to touch it. To feel it. To taste it. You don't know what this means yet, Jonah, but you want it inside of you. More than anything, you want to feel my big cock inside your little body. That would feel so good. It would be the best feeling ever, even better than when we touch and when we cuddle together. It would be that times ten. Times a hundred. Do you remember how you felt when I was touching your cock and massaging you?"

"I do, master."

"My cock inside you would feel even better. You are never happier than when my cock is inside you. When it's inside you, you feel waves of pleasure, of ecstasy throughout your body. Do you understand, Jonah?"

"Yes, master." He stared at me, wide-eyed.

"What do you think of my cock, Jonah?"

"It's beautiful," he said. "I didn't see before, but it's really beautiful. I…" he paused. "Master," he said, "do you want to put it inside me?"

"Soon, Jonah," I said. "Jonah, one more thing. You like every touch. You really like kissing. When we discover French kissing, which is when our tongues touch and go in each other's mouths, that's even better. You love to cuddle, and to touch, and to spend time with me. Every time you do these things will be better than the last. It makes you feel warm and happy inside, like what Kelly makes you feel but even more of it, like you felt when I played with your cock. Do you understand?"

"Yes, master. Can we do all this stuff yet? It sounds really great and I know you want to keep changing me but maybe we can do it and then you can change me more if you want to?" He shifted anxiously in his seat.

"We will, we will! But we want to get you right first, don't we?"

"I guess, master."

"You're a really special boy, Jonah."

"Thank you for making me better, master!"

"All right. This one's really important, Jonah. You can't ever tell anyone else about what we do together, unless I give you permission, do you understand?"

"Yes, master. I can keep a secret."

"Good. You can't do anything that will even make them suspect what we do."

"All right, master." He shuffled impatiently. "Can we play yet?"

"Hold on, Jonah. You know how right now, the fog of the Imperio is in your mind? How your mind is open to me and I can change it however I want?"

"Yeah, master," he said. "It feels good."

"We're going to call this your hypnotized state, all right? And whenever I say the word Imperio to you, if you're not already in your hypnotized state, you'll instantly become like this, mind open, ready for me to command you, all right?"

"Sure, master," he said. "That's easy."

"In a few minutes, I'm going to tell you to wake up. When you wake up, the fog of the Imperio will lift. You won't have to obey any new commands I give you. You will feel and act perfectly normally. That's called your waking state, all right?"

"All right, master. But… if I'm in my waking state, you won't be able to change me."

"That's right."

"But I want you to change me, master! Maybe I should stay like this?"

"It's all right, Jonah. I can bring you back here whenever I want, right?"

"Yes, master."

"In your waking state, you will still be changed. All of the commands I've ever given you in your hypnotized state, you will still obey in your waking state. You'll be the special boy that we're building right now, just the way I've made you."

"All right, master." He smiled.

"Oh, except for one other thing. In your waking state, you won't call me master. You'll call me whatever your waking self thinks is right."

"But I still call you master in my hypnotized state, right master?"

"That's right, Jonah. You're such a good boy I've built!"

He smiled. "Thanks, master!"

"When you're in your waking state, you won't remember anything that happened in your hypnotized state. You'll think you've just had your normal life. You won't even know you've ever been hypnotized, and you won't remember the Imperio. You know hypnosis in movies and stuff, where the person acts normally when they're not hypnotized except all the ways they were hypnotized? It's like that."

"OK, master, I get it. Can we play yet?"

"Be patient, Jonah, we're almost done. This next part is hard, are you ready?"

"I think so, master."

"Once you enter your waking state, because you'll forget everything from being hypnotized, at first you won't know me. You know how I've changed you to have all these great feelings about me?"

"Yeah, master."

"Those feelings won't make sense before we know each other in your waking state. So at first, you're just going to be attracted to me. You're going to like how I look and want to spend time with me. But your feelings are going to grow each time we meet, and the more time we spend together. You will love me more and more the more time we spend together, until you love me this much even in your waking state. Got it?"

"Yes, master."

"In fact, the more time we spend together, the more you'll love me. Soon, you'll love me even more than you do now. Each time, your love will grow bigger, deeper, more intense."

I paused, and stared at the waiting boy. "Can we play now, master?" he asked.

"Jonah," I said, "stand up and put your clothes on."

The boy stood up, and I marveled at that perfect body again. His slender form. His beautiful, light brown hair. His golden honey skin, a bit darker in tone on his face and arms and legs, but getting lighter where his skin would be covered by a shirt or pants, and an almost milky white around his crotch, his butt, where he would be covered by underpants. The curve of his tummy. His innie belly button. The bend of his smooth calves, flexing as he lifted himself up. His round, innocent face. This perfect, magnificent body so ready, so eager to join with mine.

He lifted one foot and then another, and pulled up underpants. Then pants, then shirt, then socks, then shoes. And there he was again: a typical nine-year-old boy, on his way back from fourth grade.

Except he wasn't typical, not anymore. He turned around, and looked at me, and smiled.

***

I told him that he should go outside and walk towards school for a few minutes. Then he should wake up. He would remember having stayed late to play with friends, and now he was walking home.

And on his way, he'd run into this nice man he'd never met before.

***

"Hi there," I said, as Jonah walked past me wearing his bookbag.

"Hi," he said absent-mindedly, then turned to face me. I saw his eyes trace my body; I saw my command take hold. He liked what he saw.

"What's your name?" I asked.

"Uh, Jonah," he answered, distracted by his thoughts.

"I'm Scott," I said, and held out my hand to shake. Jonah extended his, and I surrounded his small, sweaty palm in my big man's hand. I saw his eyes widen a little bit at the touch. He shifted his feet. He seemed to try to hold the handshake longer than it should be, hoping to prolong the contact. Finally we let go.

"How are you doing today, young man?" I asked.

"Uh," he said, "good." I saw him scowl at his own ineloquence. "How are you?"

"Pretty great," I said. "I think today is going to be an interesting day. Although right now, I'm just on my way home."

"Oh," he said. "Ok."

I smiled at him, and continued walking. But sure enough, just a few seconds later, I heard his footsteps coming after me.

"Um," he said, "could I walk with you? I mean, if it's not all right, that's ok too, and my mom says I shouldn't talk to strangers, but could I walk with you?"

I smiled back at him. He was blushing in embarrassment. He was so nervous, so worried about what I would say; he'd balanced on his left foot, and his right foot was pressing into the ground as if trying to dig a little hole in the concrete sidewalk. "Sure," I said. "I'd be happy to have company."

"Ok, great!" he said, smiling in relief. "Do you like cars?" he asked. "I really like cars."

"I do like cars," I said. "What kind of cars do you like?"

"All kinds," he said. "I have lots of little toy cars. And I can recognize lots of cars on the street. Like, that's a Ford Focus, and that one's a Dodge Caravan, but that's a minivan and I don't think it's as cool." He turned while pointing, and his hand grazed against my body. I guessed it was intentional, sneaking a bit of contact. "Do you have a car?"

"I do," I said. "I have a Lexus."

"Oh!" he said, hand briefly landing on my arm, as if in excitement. "That's a nice car!"

"Yes," I said, not reacting to his touch. "I like it a lot."

"Could I ride in it sometime?"

"Sure," I said. I reached out and put my hand on his shoulder. Heat rose to his cheeks. He leaned his body in to me, and then he put his arm around me, bringing our bodies closer together. It felt wonderful.

***

When we got to my house, I asked the smitten boy if he wanted a snack. He nodded and looked relieved, since now he didn't need to come up with an excuse to come in. I could tell that he'd been thinking about it.

I asked him what he wanted, and he shrugged, so I got out some cereal. The boy didn't remember the house he'd been in not an hour before. He'd been hypnotized there, in the other room. He'd sat naked and been masturbated on that couch in front of the TV. He looked around as if he'd never been here, and I marveled again at the power of the Imperio.

We ate some Froot Loops and chatted a bit more about cars, video games, movies. I noticed that he seemed to reach for some more cereal at the same times that I did, letting our hands graze against each other. Each time, he let his delicate little fingers linger on my hand.

"Do you like me?" he asked suddenly.

I smiled back at him. "Sure," I said. "You seem like a nice young man." I tossed a Froot Loop into my mouth. "Do you like me?"

He gazed back at me. "Yeah," he said, breathily.

As I reached for another piece of cereal, I felt his hand brush against mine again. This time I grabbed it, and held it across the table. The smitten boy stared back at me, mouth agape. I could feel his breath quicken, and I could feel his pulse in his fingers. I smiled at him, and he smiled back. So I stood up and tugged on his arm, and he followed me to the couch.

We sat next to each other, and I started to massage his shoulders. He sighed. "Ohhh," he said, "that feels really good." He started to relax. "I probably shouldn't be doing this," he said.

"Shhhhh," I said. "It's fine." His body was so small, so sensitive next to mine. I marveled at this astonishing construction of nature, this totally functional human being, just smaller, with smoother skin and a warm, electric touch.

"Mmmmm," he moaned at my massage. He let the tension go out of his body, leaning it against mine, melting against me. I circled my arms around him. My hand was by his chin, and I extended an index finger to slowly caress his round right cheek. He snuggled into me. "Ohhhhh," he said, the sound muffled because his face was pressed into my shoulder.

"Put your arms around me," I suggested. "Run your hands along my back." The boy lifted his hands out from the muddled pile of our bodies and wrapped them around me, rubbing my back. I could see from his face that he didn't understand what was happening right now. All he knew was that this felt so good, that he needed this, and that he wanted to touch me. He wanted to touch me so badly.

His hands raced along my back, too fast, desperate to feel all the parts of my body. While my right hand kept caressing his cheek, I took my left hand and pressed it against his back, separated from his skin only by that slightly-sweaty boy's t-shirt, and I ran my hand slowly down his spine. I pressed on his back, pushing his tiny body deeper into mine, tighter against my own, melting into me. When I reached his belt, I brought my hand back up between his shoulder blades and ran it down his back again, firmly. Then again. He got the message, and he slowed his massage of my back, hands gently running along me. His body snuggled against me and I felt each breath, each time he pulled up against me, each tender little motion.

The boy's body was reacting in ways he didn't know it could. He was awash in the ecstasy of contact, in the power of my touch, just as he'd been instructed (although he didn't know it). He moaned softly at the touch and pressed himself further into me, burying his face against my torso.

"Jonah," I said, "this feels so good."

"Mmmmmm," he moaned into my shirt.

"Have you ever kissed before?"

He shook his head, still into my shirt.

"Do you want to?"

That roused him. He looked up into my face. "I don't know if I should."

"But do you want to?"

"Yeah," he said. "I mean, yes, Mr. Scott."

"Just Scott," I corrected him.

"All right," he said.

"Climb up on my lap," I said. The boy quickly scrambled to comply. "No," I said, "turn to face me." He did, legs wrapped around my hips.

I reached down, putting my index finger on his chin, and turned his face up to me. Leaning down, I kissed him on the lips. He smiled, and giggled.

"Did that feel good?"

"I guess," he said.

"Why don't you open your mouth, then do what I do?"

The boy did, and I leaned down and put my tongue into his mouth. "Mmmmm," he moaned, as he received the tongue. My tongue roved around inside his mouth, and I used my lips and teeth to playfully bite on his own lips. He reached around and hugged me, pulling us closer together.

"So good," he managed to mumble, even with his mouth open.

"Use ya tonna," I tried to say, my own tongue rather busy inside his mouth, but he understood what I meant. He started to stick out his tongue too, putting it into my mouth. We turned our heads to the side, making it easier to gain access to each others' mouths.

Our bodies pressed still closer and closer together, a powerful heat between them. I ran my hands through his hair, along his back. My fingers ran along his cheeks. He moved his hands along my back. I pressed my hand against the back of his head, sealing our kiss tighter. I moved my hands down, feeling his tight little ass.

"Should we be doing this?" he asked between kisses.

"Do you like it?" I asked.

He nodded.

"Then yes." And we kissed, again. At some point I fell sideways, pulling his body on top of mine on the couch, pressing down on me, crawling all over me as we kissed. It was bliss, this nine-year-old's body exploring mine, cuddling with me, bending and flexing and pushing and snuggling. We pressed together tighter. I lifted his shirt over his head to reveal his bare torso, and now my hands wandered along exposed skin, feeling every nook, every curve, every bend, every bone. We lifted my own shirt off, and he ran his warm hands all over me, through the forest of hair along my chest, around my back, tiny hands pressing into me, smooth hands, the perfect hands of an innocent, young child.

"Do you want to make me happy?" I asked the boy.

"Yes," he said.

"Will you suck on my cock?"

"What's that?" he asked, innocently.

Of course, I had taught him that only in his hypnotized state. I smiled, and pointed to my crotch.

His eyes widened, but there was no hesitation in his voice when he said "Ok." Then he paused, and looked again at me. "Isn't that naughty?"

I smiled at him. "Do you want to do it?"

"Yeah," he said.

"Then let's do it anyway!"

I had him climb off of me, and then I opened my fly and brought my cock out. It hung there, huge, erect, hungry. He stared at it.

"It's beautiful," he said, breathily.

"You think my cock is beautiful?" I asked.

"Yeah," he said. "Can I touch it?"

"Of course," I said.

He reached out, delicate fingers grazing it, then alighting on my cock. Electricity flowed through my veins at the contact. The cock pulsed with the touch, and he giggled. "It likes you," I said.

"That's funny," he said.

"You don't believe me?"

"It can't like me, it's not alive!"

"Oh," I said, "believe me, it definitely likes you. You're beautiful."

His face reacted in shock as he processed the comment. Then, slowly, he smiled at me, a huge, genuine smile. He seemed to debate if he should say what he wanted to say… and then he did. "I love you," came the boy's earnest voice.

"I love you too." We smiled at each other, while my cock hung out. "Do you want to suck it now?"

"Yes," he said.

"All right, then sit down," I told the boy, and he sat on the floor in front of me. "Now take the tip into your mouth and suck it, like a lollipop."

"All right," he said. Without hesitation he leaned forward and took the tip into his mouth. So there I sat on the couch, my knees spread apart, cock dangling out, tip inside the mouth of this beautiful, fiery, aroused boy hungrily sucking on it.

"Mmmm," I said, "don't use your teeth. Just your tongue, and your lips."

He nodded, dragging my cock up and down with his nod. The touch of his teeth lifted, and all that was left was this blissful pulling on the tip of my cock, this hungry sucking, the run of the tip of his tongue around the tip, across the slit, everywhere pushing on it, prodding me, covering me in wonderful saliva and taking me to the edge of ecstasy.

While the boy busily sucked on me, I reached down and pulled up first his right arm, then his left arm. I placed each of his hands around my cock, so they encircled it, and had him roll it back and forth, run his hands along it, stimulating it in tandem with his lips and his tongue and his suction. The slight sweat of excitement lubricated his hands as they slid back and forth on my engorged dick, arousing it, shooting bolts of energy through my ravenous member. And still he sucked on it. Still his tongue slid across it, that wonderful tongue, just a little bit rough with all of its tastebuds (oh, to think of him tasting my cock!), a perfect organ to provoke all of my nerve endings, to stimulate me and arouse me and drive me to nirvana. Sometimes his tongue would just tickle the end of my cock; sometimes it would lap against it; sometimes it would wrap around it and squeeze and drive me nearly insane with pleasure.

"Ohhhhh!" I shouted. "Oh, Jonah!"

"Do you like it?" he asked, pulling his mouth off of my cock briefly even as his little hands stayed encircled around it. I felt the cool air against my cock where his saliva slowly evaporated. I felt the warm breaths coming out of his little virgin mouth, still wide open and just in front of my cock, ready to engulf it once again.

"Oh yes," I said. "It's incredible, Jonah. Do you like it?"

He smiled. I saw a thin hair of precum dangle from the tip of my cock to his pearly-white teeth. His boy's chin was covered in his own saliva from his sucking. The boy seemed not to care in the slightest that his face was covered in the mixed juices of boy and man. "Yeah!" he responded excitedly to my question. "Your, uh, thingie…"

"You can say it, Jonah. We're having sex, and we can use words like that when we're having sex."

"It's… it's… inside me!!"

I smiled, and ruffled his hair. "Soon it will be a lot more inside you than this!"

"How?" he asked.

"You'll see. Do you want to finish me now?"

"Finish you?"

"If you keep sucking on it, some stuff is going to come out."

"Pee?"

"No," I smiled, "something much better. It's called cum. Jonah, will you suck on me until the cum comes out? Will you drink the cum down for me?"

"All right!" he said. And he happily moved back in. Those supple, tender, squishy lips closed around my cock once again, a tight seal as he started once again to suck. His tongue again started to dance across the tip of my cock, its grainy surface driving me to new heights of pleasure. I felt the constant pull of his boyish lungs as they sucked and sucked on me, as if to tow me in. Still his soft hands worked back and forth along my shaft. I felt his warm breath gushing out of his nose and landing on my cock. I saw his muscles work as he tipped his head and shoulders back and forth, back and forth to suck on the cock.

"Ohhhhhhhhh!" I moaned. I thrust my hips forward in pleasure. "Oh yeah!" My hands reflexively reached out, holding his head in place, as I shoved forward again, just a little bit more inside his eager mouth, my cock pulsing, and the first shot of cum flew out, propelled to the back of his throat. I saw his eyes widen in surprise and for a moment he opened his mouth, a dollop of cum falling out, landing on the floor. Quickly he realized his mistake and he closed his lips around me again, now pulse after pulse of cum oozing out of my cock. I felt his swallowing motions; I saw his neck muscles twist to bring liquid down from his mouth to his stomach. Still cum shot out, pulse after pulse of cum shooting into his thirsty mouth. Another drop fell down, oozing off his chin and down to the floor, but he swallowed the rest, all of the rest going down his waiting throat. He let go of my cock as it went limp.

"That was… wow," he said.

"Yeah," I replied. "You're a very special boy."

He smiled back at me. I saw a little bit of cum lodged in his teeth. "It got small," he said, and giggled.

"That's because you drank all the cum out of it."

"Not all of it!" he exclaimed, as he saw a last drop of cum dangling from the limp cock. He leaned down and licked it right up.

I grabbed the boy under his armpits and lifted him up onto my lap. "You," I said, putting my finger on his nose, "are the most amazing boy ever." We kissed again, a long kiss, hugging each other across our bare torsos.

"Jonah," I asked, "do you want to be my boyfriend?"

"What does that mean?" he asked.

"It means that we hang out together a lot," I said, "and we have sex like this, and we love each other."

"Then yeah!" he said. "That would be great!"

"All right," I said, kissing him on the lips. "We're boyfriends! Now why don't I drive you home before your parents get back? In my Lexus?"

"Awesome!" he said.

***

We arranged for him to come to my house right after school the next day. He'd been thinking about me all day, he told me. The boy was horny, and so was I, and this time we went right to my bedroom to kiss, and cuddle, and finally for him to suck me off.

"Want to see how adults have sex?" I asked him when we were done, both completely naked on the bed.

"Sure!" he said.

Sitting there on my bed, we brought out my laptop and started to watch pornography. "Wow," he said, as he saw anal and oral sex and all kinds of foreplay. As we watched, I reached down and grabbed his little penis and stretched it and played with it, drawing him out to a full erection.

"Pretty incredible, huh?" I said.

"Yeah," he said. His face was flushed and his little cock was completely erect as I stroked it. He gently humped his hips back and forth to get more of the wonderful feeling of my hand on his genitals.

"I wish I could do that stuff," he said. "I bet it would make you happy."

"You could learn," I replied.

"Are you sure I can? Like… they kinda fit stuff back there, and I…"

"You can do it," I said. "You can stretch your ass really far. I could help you."

"Could I even… I mean, could I even fit… your…"

"My cock?"

"Yeah," he said, blushing.

"Silly kid," I said. "We're boyfriends. We're going to have sex every day. We're sitting naked in bed watching porn, and I'm sitting here jerking off your cock. You can say cock!"

He smiled sheepishly. "It feels weird to say it."

I laughed. "You are such an amazing little kid!" I said. I pulled his head close and I kissed him. For a moment, the two of us were there, naked, locked in an embrace and a kiss. He wrapped his little legs around me and I felt his warmth encircle my body. Our tongues locked. After a moment, I separated us.

"All right, little lover," I said, "now you have to say it. Say cock!"

He looked back at me sheepishly and bit his lower lip. Even while the screen played with two men having anal sex, still the boy wouldn't say it.

"Say it! Cock!" I said. I tugged at his little penis. "Cock!" I poked him in the tummy. "Cock! Cock! Cock!"

He giggled, but still looked away.

"Cock!" I said again. I leaned in, to his right ear, and said "cock!" Then I jumped to his left ear. "Cock!" I scrambled down to his penis. "Cock!" I grabbed his right hand and put it on my "cock!" "C'mon, say it little man!"

He shook his head.

I reached up with my hand and held his cheeks, moving his mouth with my hand to form an O with his lips. "Cock!" I said.

He shook his head again.

"C'mon. You say cock right now or I'm going to make you dress and go home."

"What!" he shouted. "No fair!"

"Say it!" I warned.

"I don' wanna."

"Say it. Show me that you can."

He stared back at me. "C'mon," I said.

Slowly, he moved his lips, and he mumbled something.

"Louder!" I said.

He took a deep breath, and finally said, "cock." Suddenly, he giggled uncontrollably.

"There it is! There's my little man! Say it again!"

"Cock!" he said between giggles.

I laughed, moving my hand like a spider up his side and then suddenly tickling him on his tummy. He laughed and scrunched himself up in a ball to try to protect himself. "Say it again!"

"Cock!" he said, louder.

I grabbed one of his ankles and tickled his bare feet. "Say it again!"

"Ah-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!" he laughed. "Stop, stop, cock, cock, stop, cock!!!"

He'd spread out his naked little body while I ticked his foot, so now I straddled him over his chest, reached down to both armpits at once, and tickled again. "Say it!"

"Oh stop stop stop!" he shouted. "Cock! Cock!" He kicked his feet powerlessly, but he couldn't help laughing, getting out words between peals of laughter as best as he could. "I promise I'll say it! Cock! Cock! Cooooooock!"

I collapsed next to the child and pulled him up close to me in an embrace. He was still giggling slightly from the tickling. I kissed him quickly on the lips.

"Now," I said to the boy, "what did you want to ask me?"

"Ummm…" he said, "I don't remember."

"I think," I said, mischievously, "that it was about fitting something somewhere!"

"Oh!" he said. He looked again at the laptop, which I had moved out of range of his kicking, where still more sex was being had. "Yeah, it was if I could really fit your, um…"

I gave him a look.

"If I could really fit your cock up my, um, butt."

"Uh-uh," I said. "When men have sex, they don't call it a butt. They call it an ass."

"Oh!" he said, eyes going wide. "But that's another word I'm not supposed to say!"

"Jonah," I said, smiling, "do we need to go through all that again?"

"Um," he said, "no! Um… um… a-ass. Ass."

I smiled. "Good boy!" I said, and I tapped his nose playfully with my finger. "I knew there was a reason I liked you. Now ask me your question."

"It was, um, will I be able to, um, fit your, um, cock up my… ass."

"Well," I said, "your ass is pretty small, but that's part of what makes it so nice for my cock."

"Really?" he asked.

"Yeah," I said. "With some training, it will fit."

"Training?"

"We'll stretch it out," I said, "together."

"O-ok. When?"

"Soon, my little lover," I said. "We will. But first… Imperio."

Instantly, Jonah's shoulders drooped. His mouth hung slightly agape. His eyes widened. He was in the hypnotized state. I removed the Imperio and started swinging it in front of him.

"Jonah, can you hear me?" I said.

"Yes, master," came his drone.

"You've been doing very well," I said. "You're a very good boy."

"Thank you, master," he replied. "It's because you changed me so well."

"Yes," I said. "Good. Now let's change you even more, make you even better. Do you want me to change you more?"

"Yes, master, please."

"Good, Jonah, good. Feel the tendrils of the Imperio in your mind. Feel its warm touch, the way it reaches into you, the way it controls you completely. You welcome its touch, don't you?"

"Yes, master."

"You want it to control you."

"Yes, master." The boy's eyelids were drooping, and he swung back and forth in time with the Imperio. It had taken no time at all to bring him back into the full hypnotized state.

"Open your mind, so that I can change your thoughts, your mind, everything about you. Are you ready, little Jonah?"

"I am, master," nodded the excited boy. "How are you going to change me?"

"I'm going to give you a new hobby, Jonah. From now on, every night before bed, if I'm not with you, then you're going to look at pornography. You're going to go to a computer and search for porn and watch what you can for at least twenty minutes each night. Do you understand?"

"Yes, master," replied the child.

"You don't know this is because I told you. You think you just decided to do this on your own. But you're totally addicted to porn. If you're not having sex, you have to watch some before bed. You can search for whatever porn you want, but while you watch, you're going to imagine us doing the things you watch. You're going to try to learn how to do those things, so that we can do them together. All right?"

"Yes, master."

"When you go to bed, you will dream about the porn you watched, and dream about us doing those things together. Every dream will be about the porn. You will wake up hot, and sweaty, and horny to have sex with me. Do you understand?"

"Yes, master."

"Good," I said. "When I say wake, you will wake up. As usual, in your waking state you will remember nothing from your hypnotized state. Now, Jonah, wake up!"

"Hey," I told the now-awake boy, "want me to make you feel good?"

"But what about my ass?" he asked, giggling.

"Later, my horny little lover," I said. "Later. For now…"

I crawled down to Jonah's crotch and fingered his tiny cock. Then I knelt down and sucked it into my mouth, cock, balls, and all.

"Oh!" said Jonah.

I sucked on my lover's sensitive regions, playing with them with my tongue, rolling his tiny body parts around in my mouth. It didn't take long for him to get a little-boy erection, and then I could really suck on it and play with it and toy with it, and run my tongue all over his inexperienced fuckstick. "Ooooooh," he moaned, as my tongue ran across it.

I pleasured the child relentlessly, sucking on his cock and on each ball in turn, running them through my mouth, toying with them and stimulating them and exciting them. He moaned in constant joy, shaking his little pelvis back and forth as if to swing his cock around within my mouth. "Mmmmmmmm," he went, a deep, high-pitched exclamation of sheer delight. The motion of his hips turned to humping, back and forth, trying to get more of the delight of my mouth. His head arched backward, into the pillow. His feet stretched out, toes pointed at the wall behind us like arrows, ecstasy locking them into position.

"Holy bajumbums," he said, the kind of exclamation only a nine-year-old could make while writhing in bliss on the bed.

I knew that the boy couldn't cum, but I could still give him pleasure. I worked on him for a good fifteen or twenty minutes while he moaned and writhed and shouted for joy. His body was covered in a sheen of boy-sweat.

I crawled back up the bed to face him, and he smiled at me. For a minute, neither of us spoke. Then, with a mischievous grin, he said, "cock!"

I laughed and immediately tickled the boy as he twisted under the onslaught. "Potty mouth!" I said.

"Cock!" he retorted. "Ass!"

I tickled him for another minute or so, and then finally collapsed on top of him, sweaty man on top of sweaty boy. We stared adoringly into each other's eyes. "Jonah," I said, "would you suck me off again?"

He nodded happily, and immediately went to work on my cock.

***

The next days were bliss. We had sex every day. Once I had used the Imperio on his family (mother, father, and older brother Ryan), it was easy for us to have sex wherever and whenever we wanted. His family knew that we were boyfriends, and (thanks to the Imperio) they were fine with it.

The two of us went to the movies together, illicitly holding hands. Afterward, I drove us out to a secluded area in the forest, put on some music, and we made out in my Lexus. Before long, making out had turned to sex in the back seat, the boy happily sucking on my cock.

He was learning from porn. We still hadn't gotten to anything anal, but I was teaching him to take it deeper down his mouth, and within a week he was able to deep-throat me. He was so proud when he finally managed it.

His birthday was the Friday after he managed to deep-throat me. I got him three gifts. One gift was a set of toy cars. The second was a racing video game. The third was a dildo.

We want camping for his birthday, that Friday to Saturday, and we did it at that spot where I'd driven the Lexus. That was now our special spot. It's called Callahan's Preserve, but I don't know why. It's private property and it's not owned by someone named Callahan. It's beautiful, though, and more important it's deep in the woods with lots of no trespassing signs. The owner doesn't even live in the state, so no one will bother us. We set up a tent, and we made out and sucked each other off until we both fell asleep exhausted.

The next day was Saturday, and it was a warm day. We went for a hike, and stopped to go skinny-dipping in a lake.

"When," he asked me after a pretty raucous splash fight, "will you be ready to show me how to take your cock up my ass?"

I smiled at my memory of the time when those words had been hard for him. "I could start now," I said. "We just have to stretch you out."

"Let's do it!" he said.

So we climbed out of the lake and I had him lay face-down on the warm rocks near the lake. We were both still naked; since we were off of official trails, no one came here. I'd never seen him so sexy as he was now. His slender boy body was draped over the sun-warmed rock in a luscious curve. He was dripping wet, brown hair plastered to his head, and that smooth wet skin shone in the reflected light of the sun. He was relaxed, curling and uncurling his pruned-up toes that hung loosely from the side. I ran my hand along his smooth back, so warm and wet.

"The first step," I told him, "is for me to fit a finger up your ass. Are you all right with that?"

"Yeah," he said, "all right. You can… yeah."

I stopped massaging his back and reached down to my bag to get some lube, ready for just this moment. Soon, I'd positioned my finger over his ass. "Now relax," I said. "This will be hard at first, but if you can relax your muscles down there, it'll go a lot easier."

"I'll do my best," he said.

I placed my finger against his asshole.

"That tickles!" he said, squirming.

"Hold still and relax," I said. I rubbed him on his back to calm him down… and I started to push in.

"Oh!" he exclaimed.

"Just relax," I said. "Let it in. Just relax."

The boy's anus was so tight. My finger slowly, slowly worked its way into that puckered hole. Just a tiny bit at first. I felt the muscles tense and relax around me, tense and relax. "Let it in," I urged.

"It feels weird," he said.

"Do you want to stop?"

"No!" he said, his high-pitched voice ringing out over the lake. "Shove it up my ass! Fuck me hard!" He must've learned that from porn; it sent him into a fit of giggles, which was actually very convenient because it pushed the finger in deeper!

"You have a magnificent ass," I told the boy.

"Why?" he asked.

"Well," I said, grinning, "let's see. For one, it's really tight."

"Doesn't that make it harder to get your cock into me?" He giggled again, and my finger squeezed in a few millimeters.

"Sure," I said, "but it makes it feel so much better when it does get in. It means you really squeeze it."

"That doesn't hurt?"

"No," I said, twisting my finger around to get it in deeper, the lubed finger sliding against his intestinal wall, "the pressure stimulates it."

"Yay! My ass is awesome!"

I laughed and jammed my finger in a bit, causing a controlled bit of pain. "Don't get too cocky."

"Cocky," he repeated, laughing.

"I've created a monster!" I said, slowly sliding the finger a little deeper.

"Ooooh, that feels weird."

"Is it all right?"

"Yeah, it's good. Just… weird." He moaned a little and wiggled on the sun-warmed rock, pressing himself against it.

"So why else do you like my ass?" he asked. I swear he wiggled it a bit then to turn me on more.

"Well," I said, "it's yours, for one thing. And it's got these nice smooth ass-cheeks," I said, running my free hand over them, massaging them.

"I have good ass-cheeks!" he announced.

"You do," I said. "It's very attractive. I can hardly wait to stick my cock up there."

He turned his head to the side so he could see me. "Me too," he said.

"Well," I said, "don't get too excited, 'cause it's a pretty tight fit!" My finger was almost there, almost there. I wiggled it around inside.

"Weird!" said the boy. "You're wiggling inside me!"

"Oh yeah," I said. "Watch me wiggle!" I moved the finger around some more in circles, gently, very gently, and he squirmed underneath me.

"That's so… hah… strange! You're like inside my body," he said. "It hurts."

"Should I stop?"

"Are you all the way in?"

"Not yet," I said.

"Keep going," he said, through gritted teeth. "It feels good, too."

"All right, but you have to tell me if it really starts to hurt."

"Yeah, I will. Now fuck me hard!!"

"We might have to dial back your porn watching."

"Never!" He giggled, then stopped and winced in pain. I pushed the last push and slid a good centimeter more into him, and my finger was finally knuckle deep.

"It made it!"

"It feels so weird having it in there. I feel stuffed."

"This is way smaller than what you'll fit in there eventually."

"I know!" He took a deep breath. "I'll get it all, though. I promise."

"I know you will. Listen, the next step is for me to move it in and out of you, to widen the space a bit more. Think you can handle that?"

"Do it!"

"All right… keep yourself loose, don't tense up." Slowly, I started to move the finger out of his ass. When I had it about a quarter way out, I moved it back in. I felt the child squirm as the finger started to push back in. I heard each gasp as it moved out; I felt each shift as the finger pushed back in. I felt his muscles contract and relax against my finger. His arms gripped the rock beneath him. Again out, again in. Out, then in. Squeezing its way out of his tight ass, my finger inside this beautiful boy's body, then back in. He wiggled underneath me. I pulled further out, halfway out, then back in.

"It's like an alien is growing inside me!"

"An alien!" I said, laughing. "What, it laid its eggs inside you?"

"A good alien!" he said. "You're a good alien!"

"Man," I said, "you're a weird kid."

"Well," he answered, "there's a weird man fucking me."

"Oh my God," I said, laughing, as I shoved my finger in and out of his asshole.

When we were done with one finger, I suggested a break, so we went for another short hike that devolved into a chase through the woods. He tried to hide from me, but I found him, and the prize was that he sucked me off right there in the grass and leaves.

When we found a stream to clean off, we repeated his anal stretching. One finger went into his ass much easier this time, so now we did two. It was hard, and he moaned in pain, but he insisted that we keep going. He was a little trooper, and we got both fingers in all the way.

"You're almost ready," I told him.

"Tomorrow?" he asked.

"Maybe…" I said.

When we got back to the tent for our second night of camping, we cooked dinner over a camp fire. We were both naked, feeling the heat of the fire press against our bodies. I gazed into those flames and I marveled at where we were, at how my life had changed. The Imperio had been everything I'd wanted and more, but Jonah was the real treasure. He was a boy like no other.

We made s'mores together, roasting marshmallows. He was way too adventurous, getting too close to the fire, and I had to hold him back. "If you burn yourself," I told him, "there's no way we're fucking tomorrow!"

"All right, all right," he said. "I'll be good."

We laughed when we were eating s'mores. "It looks like cum!" said Jonah, laughing. Melted marshmallow flowed down his chin, and I had to admit he was right!

I reached over and, with a finger, pooled up the marshmallow that had dripped down his face. "Good boys," I said, "eat all their cum!" And I put my finger in his mouth for him to swallow it. Jonah laughed, and he swallowed.

"You know, Scott," he said – it had taken a week for him to get comfortable using my first name – "I like the taste of your cum just fine, but this marshmallow is way better!"

"Oh yeah?" I said, smiling at him. "Just for that, I'll have to pump you extra full of cum tonight."

"I bet you run dry!" said Jonah.

"With a sexy boy like you?" I said. "No way." I leaned down, and we kissed, the sweet taste of marshmallows mixing with our saliva as we joined tongues.

"Wait," said Jonah, after we'd kissed. "What do I need to do to be ready to take your cock tomorrow?"

"Are you sure?" I asked. "It looked like it hurt taking two fingers today. You didn't bleed, but still."

"Please," said Jonah. "For my birthday!"

"All right," I said, "how about this. We take your birthday present and stick it up your ass."

"The racecar?"

"The dildo, you dummy!"

"That was a joke!"

"I am going to pump you so full of cum tonight, you little trouble-maker!"

"C'mon, the dildo, what do we do with the dildo?"

"It's not as big as my cock, so it's a good way to start, and we can make sure you don't tear with it. Then if you keep it in all night, it should stretch you out enough to take me the next day."

"Let's do it."

"All right," I said. I went and got the dildo and some lube. Jonah lay down on the ground, naked in front of the fire, and I watched the flames play across his stunning body.

"You are so beautiful," I said.

"Would you get on with it?" he said. "Don't you want to fuck me?"

"Definitely cutting back on your porn."

"Can't make me!"

"Can too," I said, more honest than he knew.

I spread his ass-cheeks apart and started to lather lube around his hole. "It's cold," said Jonah. "What is it?"

"Lube," I said. "Short for lubricant. Makes stuff go down easier, makes you more slippery."

Once my boy's ass was lubed up, and the dildo too, I positioned it above. "You ready, lover-boy?"

"Yeah," said Jonah.

So I pushed in.

The dildo slid into my lover's ass. It took a lot of pressure. "Relax!" I told him.

"You relax!" he said, through clenched teeth.

I saw his hands clench into fists; his toes clenched and his feet curved in pain. "Nnnnnnnnnnnngh!" he grunted.

"It's hurting you."

"I'm fine! Keep going!"

"Jonah…"

"It's fine, really."

I wondered if I'd programmed him to want me too much. But… now this was what he wanted. I didn't want to just change that. So I pushed.

"Yaaaaaaaaaaaaah!" he shouted.

I was half-way in. "Jonah, maybe we should stop."

"I'm ok, I mean it. Keep going."

So, slowly so as not to hurt him, I pushed. It took a long time to go so slowly. I saw a tear go down Jonah's face as the barely-ten-year-old restrained the pain. At one point, he just kept repeating to himself, "ow, ow, ow," whispering it so that I wouldn't hear (but I did). Finally, finally, finally the dildo was all the way up his ass.

"It's in," I said.

"All right," he said. He stayed still for a little bit. "It hurts to move."

"Why don't you stay still for a while? I'll give you some more s'mores."

"Sounds great."

I fed him while he lay there, dildo up his ass. Eventually he felt well enough to move, but I had him go slowly, and I read some ghost stories to him. He jumped, frightened at some of my tales, and at more than one point I had to hold him close, and stroke his hair, and tell him that it would be all right. That I was there to protect him. Sometimes, with all of his sexual knowledge, I could forget that he had only just turned ten years old.

Eventually, when we were both confident he could move without hurting himself, we had our nightly sex. This time was in front of the fire, and I felt like he was sucking me off with more energy than usual. I couldn't tell if that was pain, anticipation of being fucked up the ass, or both.

What I do know is that he deep-throated me and held it, held it, held it so long. My cock was immersed in his amazing mouth, the front half of it squeezed in his tight throat, the back half of it massaged by his tongue. He was an amazing cocksucker, and he'd worked really hard to become so. After holding me in like that, he started bobbing back and forth on my cock, then deep-throated me once again, holding it, holding my pulsing cock, then releasing me. After that, he took a break to suck on my balls for a while.

"You're really good at this, you know."

"Mmmmm-mm-mmmm," he mumbled, sucking on the balls. Then he let go of them a moment to free his mouth. "I practice a lot," he said, smiling.

"I know."

"And I watch a lot of porn," he smirked, taking another testicle into his mouth.

"Yeah. Good cocksucker, bad mouth!"

"Mmmmmmm!" he said through his mouthfull, then let go again. "I could bite you!" he said.

"You wouldn't."

Testicles in his mouth again, he just looked up at me and smirked as he sucked on my balls. I saw a mischievous glint in his eyes, and then felt the slightest trace of a tooth slide along my ballsack. "Oh, you little devil!" I said. He smirked up at me with those balls in his mouth.

After a few more moments of bliss, he released them. "You want me to keep going?" he asked.

"Yeah, of course," I replied.

"Then I can keep watching porn?" He grinned at me and at my throbbing erection.

I grunted in laughter. "All right, all right!"

He nodded, and then he began licking up and down my cock. Stroke after stroke with his ample boy-tongue, running it from base to tip all the way up the full shaft of my cock. Stroke, stroke, stroke of his tongue. Stroke, stroke, stroke. It was enough to make me go mad, but then he opened his mouth and he took the whole cock into his mouth and I almost lost it. I felt it pulse and I thought I was about to cum, but he pulled off at the last second and just let me sit there, wet cock sticking up into the air. Then he took it in his mouth again, bobbing back and forth on it. Shallow bob, shallow bob, shallow bob, deep, all the way, all the way squeezed in his throat… then shallow bob, shallow, shallow, deep, shallow, shallow, shallow, deep… and then he held it, held it in there, throbbing member in his mouth. Then up, then deep and held again, then up, then deep and held. My cock was stimulated beyond all measure, his mouth was warm and soft and wet and massaging it and it was the best thing I had ever felt and the horny little boy had it all the way down his throat.

"All right you little smart mouth, get ready to wash down those s'mores!"

And I came, and came, and came, right into his throat, cock pulsing into his throat as he swallowed the cum.

"Swallowed it all that time," he said.

"Yeah, you're a good little cocksucker."

"Marshmallow still tastes better!" He grinned at me.

I reached over and gave a little yank on his dildo, jiggling it inside his body.

"Hey!" he said, yelping. "No fair! Don't make the alien move!"

"You'll get your alien tomorrow!" I told him.

***

"Scott?" asked Jonah, after we'd gone to bed.

"Yeah?"

"Thanks."

"For what?"

He was silent for a moment. "I dunno," he said. "But I know that before I met you, I never… I never had thoughts like this. There was this girl, I guess, and I kinda liked her, but never like this. So… thanks for making me into me. Or something."

"You're welcome," I said. We embraced, and kissed.

***

The next day, I took the dildo out. "No bleeding!"

"Can we do it then?"

"Yeah," I said. "Let's do it at the lake."

"All right!"

So we went to the lake. Using some bottled water I brought, I gave Jonah a thorough enema. ("Definitely an alien!" he said. "It's squishy!") Then he lay down on the rock and we got ready.

"If it hurts, you tell me."

"Yeah, ok."

I lubed up and stood in front of the boy lying in front of me, my cock in front of his face. "The spaceship Jonah," I said, in a deep announcer's voice. "Adrift in space, shields down, helpless when the aliens find him."

Jonah giggled, and his beautiful body rose and fell with each laugh.

"What will they do to him?" I asked. "What will the aliens do to this spaceboy?"

"Go inside of him!" announced Jonah.

"Jonah thinks he's safe, he thinks his crew has secured the ship, but the aliens are very good at finding… holes…"

I stalked around the prone boy, walking towards his backside.

"Stay away from me, you alien monster!" shouted Jonah.

"The aliens come up to his airlock…" I announced, as I lowered myself down and positioned myself in front of his ass.

"Nooooooooo!" shouted Jonah, laughing. "Anything but that!"

And then I started to push in.

It was easier than I thought it would be. Maybe it was the dildo, or maybe he'd gotten better at relaxing his muscles.

"Ahhhh!" shouted Jonah.

"You all right?" I asked.

"I'm fine," he said through gritted teeth.

"It sounds like it hurts."

"Yeah," he said, "but it also feels amazing! You're inside me!"

Of course. I'd programmed him that way, twelve days ago. To get the most sexual satisfaction from having me inside of him. Which I finally was.

And it felt amazing for me too. My cock was squeezed tighter than I'd ever felt it before. His asshole was warm, and gooey, and moving around in all kinds of ways from involuntary muscle movements and from his own squirming, and it felt phenomenal. In that moment all I wanted was to be inside this beautiful boy. I pushed in deeper.

"Errrrrrrgh," he grunted.

"Mmmmmm," I moaned.

I pushed in deeper.

"Oh, oh, oh!" he exclaimed. His hands were clenched against the rock, flailing up and down, as if he couldn't decide where to put them to express his pain. "That really hurts!"

"I'm part-way in," I said, "it's good enough."

"Keep going!" he said. He looked up at me and smiled. "Put that alien inside me."

"All right," I said, smiling back at him. "Get ready for the mothership."

Maybe I shouldn't have, but this was the most fantastic feeling I had ever felt in my life. In that moment, the animal instincts took over, and with his permission, I pushed. My cock slid into the boy, and in, and in, steadily deeper, pressing into his writhing body. The boy surrounded my cock, pressed in from all sides by his insides. I pushed in and I heard a squelch as my extended rod slid into him. He moaned and twisted his back. I pushed deeper. "Uh, uh, uh," he panted; his head turned from side to side. I saw a dollop of drool run down his chin. I hungered to be totally within him, to be one with this boy that I loved, to have him take me completely, and I pushed and pushed and pushed and went deeper still.

"Ahhhhhhhh!" Jonah shouted. It was a shout of pain, but then came one of pleasure: "this is amazing!"

I reared back and I shoved with my hips, shoved that cock into that waiting ass. Jonah grunted as it penetrated further into him. I drove myself further, drilling into the child. His ass gave way, and my cock slid further in with a slurp. I was almost entirely in him, my long rod digging into him, spearing him, and I couldn't stop now. He was grimacing or smiling, pain and pleasure inexorably mixed within him, a cacophony in that young, sex-driven brain.

I stroked his back lovingly. "Are you all right?"

"Are you all the way?" he grunted.

I thought about lying to him. "Almost," I said, truthfully.

"Then finish it!"

"Jonah, it's hurting you."

"I can handle it," he gasped. "I can. This is awesome. I can. Do it!"

The porn. He wanted to be as good as the people in the porn. He wanted to make me happy; he was afraid he'd lose me. How could he not see how much I loved him?

Again I thought that maybe I shouldn't, but I wanted it so much. We both wanted it, so I pushed, I pushed into that young, virgin, waiting ass. I shoved myself in, shoved myself through all its protection, no shelter, no armor, no defense, I pierced deep into the spaceboy, finally sliding my cock all the way into his ass. He squirmed underneath me in discomfort and in pleasure. I felt my whole cock surrounded by the most amazing weight pushing on it from all sides, rubbing against me, stimulating me, the most wonderful sensations of warmth and wetness against a ragged edge. My cock was inside a living being, this living being, this breathing, loving, wonderful boy with his smooth back and tiny boy's cock and slender thighs and round face and his perfect, tight, virgin asshole.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhh!" he said. He seemed to try to roll over, but he couldn't, he was pinned by my cock. His whole naked body was covered in sweat.

"I'm in," I said.

"Oh thank God," he said. "It's… it's so good…"

"You did it," I said.

"Now… fuck me…" he said.

"All right, my horny little lover. The alien's about to activate their disruptor ray!"

I started to heave back and forth, pulling my cock out and then pushing it back in, fucking the little boy silly. I slid along inside that anal wall, feeling it ride and rub against my cock, going back and forth, humping my hips into and out of this boy to stimulate us, to bring us both sexual pleasure like nothing we'd had before. Jonah was completely overwhelmed with pleasure and pain, humping his hips in time with my own, back and forth, moving his ass with my cock, helping me to stroke in and out. His whole body shook, muscles tense, and he grunted a "Eugh!" with each shove in.

In and out I thrust, in and out of that lush asshole, in and out of that horny boy. I slid against his intestines, my cock deep inside this boy's body, this living boy's body, this boy that loved me and was being fucked by me. Two bodies, man and boy, breathing together, sweating together, thrusting together, moaning together.

In. Out. In. Out.

"Ahhhhhhhh!" I shouted. "Firing disruptors!"

It was the most amazing feeling, my cock was surrounded by it, and finally, finally, finally I felt the orgasm rip through me and send electric tendrils of euphoria through my body. My cock pulsed into the boy, getting ready to jet out my semen. Jonah, too, was rocking his body back and forth, his own cock pulsing, the boy growling in confusion and joy as he was about to experience a powerful dry orgasm.

We rocked back and forth together, bodies joined in ultimate pleasure, shaking back and forth together. I held him close, so tight, and I shoved my cock deeper into the orgasming boy, spewing my seed into him, cum flowing out into his ass. It felt like buckets of cum, stored up after a night of anticipation for this very fucking. He rocked his hips with his own orgasm, intensifying the motion of my cock within him, and we could both hear the squelch of cum as my cock slid inside him, now lubricated by my own seed as well. It spread within him, those little aliens, planted deep within his body. My seed, inside this boy I loved.

I was done. He was done. We had both orgasmed. We lay back together.

I pulled out my cock. He grunted. I saw cum starting to ooze out of his asshole. There was a tiny bit of blood on my cock, but it wasn't bad. Slowly, grunting in pain, the boy turned himself over.

"I did it," he smiled.

"Yeah," I said. "How was it?"

"Awesome," he said. "But does it always hurt that much?"

"No," I said. "Not once you get used to it."

"Okay," he said. "Good."

I saw some cuts on his tummy and chest from the rock. "Are you all right?" I asked.

"Yeah," he said. "That was… that was incredible."

***

When I brought him back to the main camp site (carrying him most of the way, because I didn't want him to hurt himself more), I put him back in the hypnotized state to reduce his porn obsession. (Not completely, but enough to make him less crazy. I still wanted him to learn good techniques and get good ideas, just not to compare himself to those people. And maybe to cool his potty mouth a bit.)

You know, it's a lot easier to raise a child just the right way when you have hypnosis.

We drove back, and that night, we just had oral sex to give him a break. But the rest of that week, there was a lot of anal sex. It was all he wanted to do now that he'd learned that he could.

***

Since we'd become boyfriends, I had one big worry about Jonah. He didn't really have any friends near his own age. He'd had friends, once. Some of them were bullies like he was. Now he just had me. It was time to fix that.

"Imperio," I said to Jonah, bringing him back to the hypnotized state.

Standing before us was a boy named Trevor. Eight years old. A bit small for his age. Naked.

Trevor was my nephew, the same boy Jonah had terrorized in school. It had been a simple matter to bring him under the influence of the Imperio.

"Jonah," I said, "open your mind. Feel the power of the Imperio within you. Feel it take over your thoughts, your feelings, your actions, your desires. It controls you. It reaches everywhere within your brain. We are going to change you again, Jonah. Are you ready?"

"Yes, master," he replied. "But I thought I was perfect already!"

"Oh," I said, "you were. But that doesn't mean I can't still tweak you."

"Yes, master."

"Jonah, who is this little boy here?"

"Trevor, master."

"You used to bully Trevor."

"Yes, master."

"Why?"

"I dunno," said Jonah. "It was fun, I guess. Made me feel good."

"I see. Jonah, here is the change we're making: you love Trevor. You love him a lot. You want to protect him and be with him and feel his body. You want to have sex with him. He is really sexy: you love his white skin, and his big smile, and his cute, slim body. You love him, but not as much as me. He would be a fun person to have sex with and it would feel really good, but your biggest love is still for me. Do you understand?"

"Yes, master."

"What do you think of Trevor?"

"I love him," said Jonah. "He's sexy."

"Excellent, Jonah," I said. "Excellent."

Before long, I had programmed Trevor as well. It would be many wonderful years of twosomes and threesomes. The two boys would have sex with me, with each other, and all three at once. Jonah and I had lots of fun teaching Trevor, training him up just like I did for Jonah. We made him a really wonderful boyfriend to both of us. They were both great kids, but a bit competitive, which sometimes made it awkward when they both tried to get my attention, or tried to get me to say who I loved the most.

Jonah got too old for me, eventually. I let him down easy, transitioning his love away from me, letting him go off on his own with warm memories of our relationship. Trevor, too. With the Imperio, it was always easy to find new boys to love, more boys to love, and who would love me back. But I must admit: I don't think I ever found someone to love quite as much as I loved little Jonah.

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