The Runaway by Phillip (Gay sex, NC, Teen, S/M, Toys)


Part One

The 14-year-old boy was standing in the middle of the room with his 
arms above his head. His wrists were manacled together and a short 
chain from the manacles was attached to a hook in the ceiling. His legs 
were also fastened together at the ankles by another pair of manacles 
that in turn were fastened to a metal ring attached to the floorboards. 
The boy, whose name was Alan, was fully clothed. No other person was in 
the room.

Alan tried to recall how he came to be in this predicament. He had left 
home in a rage having had a terrible row once again with his stepmother 
whom he hated. His father had shouted after him "if you fucking walk 
out again don't fucking try to come home. If you go this time then this 
is no longer your bloody home."

Alan remembered thumbing a lift with the intention of going to the city 
which was twenty miles from where he lived. The driver of the car had 
seen how worked up the boy was and offered him a drink from a thermos 
flask to try to calm him down.

That was about all that the boy remembered until he regained 
consciousness dangling from the ceiling in this room.

The boy, very scared, took a look around the room. The floorboards were 
not carpeted. There was a large bed which had straps attached to the 
four bedposts. It had a mattress but no bed sheets. What looked like a 
vaulting horse of the type that you find in a gym was standing in one 
corner and a large cupboard was in another corner of the room. There 
was a wooden table with what looked like a few tools lying on it. The 
windows were heavily shuttered and the light came from three neon tubes 
hanging from the ceiling. The room was brightly lit with no shadows.

After a few minutes the door opened and a man entered. It was the 
driver of the car. He was about forty years old six foot tall with 
black hair cut very short. He was clean shaven and had a scar running 
from his eye to his chin on the left cheek of his face. His eyes were 
blue and looked hard and cruel in the artificial light.

The boy's heart sunk and he began to tremble as he looked at the man. 
The man was naked. He had a broad muscular chest, large nipples that 
were standing erect, and a slight covering of black hair. The hair ran 
from the centre of his chest down to his navel in a thin black line.

The boy's eyes could not leave the sight of the man's cock. It was soft 
at the moment but all of six inches long and about two inches thick. It 
hung slackly over a pair of large balls that dangled between the man's 
legs. A thick bush of black hair surrounded the whole.

"My name is Ron," the man announced "but you will call me Sir when you 
speak to me. You will only speak to me to answer my questions or if I 
give you permission to speak."

"What the fuck am I doing here?" the scared lad blurted out. "You'd 
better let me go at once or you'll be in real trouble."

The man walked across to the table without replying to the boy. He 
picked up what looked like a metal pole with a flex attached to it. The 
other end of the flex ended in an electric plug. He plugged it into a 
wall plug and then walked across to the boy.

"Maybe you did not hear me," he said very pleasantly. "I told you that 
you could only speak if I gave you permission or to answer my 
questions."

Alan was putting on a brave face. "Stop fucking around mister and let 
me go now" he said hoping desperately that his bravado would work.

Ron smiled and approached the boy. "I love kid's with spirit," he said 
as he unbuttoned Alan's shirt revealing the boy's white hairless chest. 
His muscles were just beginning to develop and he had a nice pair of 
pink nipples that were not very big. Of course the boy was too young to 
have any chest hair but his body looked nice and firm.

Pressing a switch on the metal rod, which Alan could now see had a 
wooden handle, Ron touched the boy's chest with the tip. A jolt of 
electricity shot through the kid's body leaving him speechless for a 
moment. Then he let out a loud scream of pain.

"You see," Ken said to the twitching boy, "if you don't obey me then I 
will punish you. When I tell you that you will not speak then you will 
not speak. If you do this is what happens."

With that the man touched the boy's right nipple with the metal rod. 
Another painful jolt of electricity was sent through the boy's body. 
His whole framed jumped and shook as the boy let out another scream of 
agony.

"Of course," Ken went on, "I have many other ways of hurting you. I 
will probably be using them all on you as time goes on. For the moment 
I want you to understand how painful it can be to disobey me. This is 
what happens."

Once more Ken touched the boy with the metal rod. This time he pressed 
it against the lad's left nipple. As the jolt of electricity passed 
through Alan's frame it felt as if his breath was driven from him. His 
body shook and trembled and he let out an anguished scream of agony. 
Ken stood back watching and smiling. He was pleased with the result of 
his treatment.

"Now Alan you may remember that you told me your name when you got into 
my car but you did not tell me how old you were. How old are you?"

This time the boy did not hesitate. "I am 14 years old Sir," he replied 
in a frightened voice.

"Ah good I see that you are going to co-operate. All you have to do is 
tell me the truth and you will come to no harm. Now why were you in 
such a state when I picked you up in my car."

Without thinking, his mind still befuddled by the electrical shocks 
that he had received, the boy replied "my mum and dad threw me out of 
my home and told me never to come back. I had a big row with mum. I 
hate her she is not my real mum."

"So," the man said thoughtfully, "your mum and dad don't know where you 
will have gone and will not be concerned when you don't come home. 
That's good, it means I don't have to worry about some fucking hue and 
cry over your being missing."

The boy realised too late his mistake in answering the man's question 
so honestly. "They will be worried if I'm not home by this evening," he 
said, "they will probably go to the police."

"I will ignore your disobedience this time," Ron said "but next time 
you speak without my permission I will really make you fucking sorry. I 
hate little liars" he added, "I don't believe your parents will give a 
damn whether you come home or not."

Alan was silent. He knew in his heart that the man was right. This was 
not the first time in his short life that he had run away from home. He 
usually stopped at friends' houses for a day or two before making his 
way back home. His stepmother wouldn't give a monkeys toss whether he 
returned home or not. His dad would not worry for a least a week and 
then he would spend a few days agonising before informing the police 
that his son was missing. The boy realised that he was in real deep 
shit and there was nothing that he could do about it.

"Now Alan," Ron said, "I will shortly release your hands and feet. 
First I must make sure that you don't try to do anything silly."

He walked across to the wall and took a metal collar from a hook. A 
long chain attached the collar to a ring set in the wall. Approaching 
the kid he released the hasp of the collar and placed the metal ring 
around the boy's neck. He secured the hasp and locked it with a small 
padlock. Then he tossed the key across the room onto the table.

"Now when your are able to move you will be limited by the length of 
the chain. As you can see it only just reaches you now."

Then Ron reached above the boy and unlocked the manacles securing his 
wrists. He stepped away from the boy as the kid's arms fell to the side 
of the lad's body. Then Ron sad to the boy "you will find the key to 
the ankle manacles in the lock. Unlock them and your feet will be 
free."

The boy obeyed and now free to move he stepped back towards the wall 
where his chain was attached. This now meant that he had plenty of 
slack in the chain and he stood looking warily at the man.

Ron smiled at the boy. "You think that you are such a clever little 
bastard," he said. "Now I want you to take off all your clothes. Remove 
your shirt first, then take off your trainers and socks. Finally remove 
your trousers and your underpants. You will remove your trousers and 
pants very slowly. Make a real good strip show of the act just for me."

The boy was feeling braver now. If the man wanted to use the electric 
prod on him he would have to come much nearer and the boy might get a 
chance to attack his kidnapper.

"I'm not getting undressed for you," he said. "You are nothing but a 
dirty old faggot and you can get stuffed if you think that I'm going to 
show my naked body off to you."

"Oh dear," Ron said, "you have disobeyed me again by speaking out of 
turn. Mind you I do love a spirited boy especially one who talks dirty. 
Just look at the effect it's having on my cock."

Alan could see what the man meant. Ron's cock was now semi hard. It had 
grown to more than seven inches and was still rising. The boy was 
really scared. He had no idea how long he would be able to keep this 
pedo at bay. Ron now walked over to the cupboard which was at the 
opposite end of the room to that where Alan was standing.

"Have I got a surprise for you," he said to the boy as he flung open 
the cupboard doors.

Alan nearly passed out when he saw the contents of the cupboard. Whips 
and canes were in a rack at the back whilst odd metal devices were 
lying on the floor.

"I think that this whip will do the trick," Ron said as he selected one 
with a short handle but a very long lash. The lash was made of leather 
and the last two feet has metal studs set in it.

"Yes this should be fine," Ron remarked as he swished the lash through 
the air. As it finished its journey the end of the lash made a loud 
crack causing the boy to jump. "Now boy first you speak out of turn and 
then you refuse to undress. Now that is very naughty of you."

As Ron spoke those words he raised the whip and made the lash whistle 
through the air. It struck the boy across his shoulders and the shirt 
that he was wearing afforded no protection at all. The boy screamed in 
pain as Ron sent the lash towards him a second time. His time he struck 
the screaming kid across his buttocks. Ron raised the whip a third time 
as the boy tried to evade the lash. This time it caught him across his 
bare chest immediately raising a red welt on the white skin.

The boy now shrieked out, "STOP, PLEASE STOP, I WILL GET UNDRESSED. 
PLEASE SIR STOP AND LET ME TAKE MY CLOTHES OFF."

"But it is not as easy as that" Ron said as he raised the whip and 
struck the boy a nasty blow across his neck. "I have to punish you for 
being disobedient. Will you obey me in future without question?" he 
asked striking the boy yet again. This time the whip lashed the boy 
across the small of his back.

"YES, YES, YES," the boy shrieked "I WILL OBEY YOU SIR, I WILL DO 
WHATEVER YOU TELL ME SIR. PLEASE, PLEASE DON'T HIT ME AGAIN."

"Okay Alan," Ron said pleasantly.

Now the man's cock was rock hard, it was eight and a half inches long 
and more than two inches thick. The purple head was throbbing and the 
whole cock was jerking up and down. It was a truly frightening sight.

"Get undressed the way I told you. First take off your shirt. Then your 
trainers and socks. Next remove you trousers, very slowly and finally 
take of your underpants. Take them off slowly as well." Ron paused and 
then he added, "as you take off your underpants you will tell me how 
much you are trying to please me and how you would like my big cock up 
your arse hole. Use your own words but make sure that they are nice and 
dirty. If I use the whip on your bare skin it will certainly fucking 
hurt."

The 14-year-old boy was now openly crying as he removed his shirt and 
threw it onto the floor. Ron loved what he saw. The boy's pecs were 
still undeveloped but showed that, when he was a little older, they 
would be very well formed. His nipples, a nice brown colour against his 
white skin, stood erect and looked so suckable to the man's lustful 
gaze.

"Yes," Ron thought, "a pair of nipple clamps on those will be just 
right."

Alan was removing his trainers and socks as he continued to whimper 
quietly. He could feel Ron's hot gaze on his body and felt really 
humiliated by the man.

Then Alan stood up slowly and undid the stud at the waistband of his 
denim trousers. He slowly lowered the zip and Ron could see a flash of 
red material where the flaps of the trousers began to open. Then slowly 
Alan lowered his denim trousers down to his knees. He was wearing red 
jockey shorts and his white upper legs looked beautiful as they emerged 
from the red material. Then Alan lowered his trousers down his legs and 
let them drop around his ankles. At that point he stepped out of them.

"Oooh you're lovely," Ron said in a strangled voice, "fucking shit kid 
you are beautiful."

Alan started to blush as Ron gazed at the sight of his victim standing 
naked apart from a pair of red jockey shorts. Alan's legs, quite 
hairless as was the rest of his body, had well formed muscles and 
looked nice and strong. Now the boy reached for the waistband of his 
jockey shorts.

"Don't forget now cunt," Ron said, "start to tell me how much you want 
me."

Alan began to slowly push his underpants down over his well-formed 
hips. As he did so he started to mumble in an almost inaudible voice "I 
want you to fucking like my body Sir. I want."

"FUCKING SPEAK OUT LOUD CUNT AND SAY IT AS IF YOU MEAN IT," Ron shouted 
at the boy. Then he cracked his whip to emphasise his words.

Alan flinched and continued to lower his pants as he started to speak 
more loudly.

"Please Sir I want to fucking please you," he said as the waistband of 
the shorts was lowered a little more and his little soft cock now came 
into view. It was four inches long, uncircumcised, and the foreskin 
almost hid the lovely little red knob from Ron's hot view. The boy 
lowered his shorts a little more saying "I want your fucking big cock 
up my shit hole. I want to feel your big pole fucking my arse."

Now the jockey shorts were down to Alan's knees. Ron could see how 
delightful the boy's well formed thighs were. He was almost drooling at 
the sight of his almost naked young captive as he said "keep talking 
fucker, make it really dirty as you get your underpants off."

Young Alan, no longer defiant and but feeling so humiliated, lowered 
his jockey shorts over his knees and down his white hairless legs as he 
said, "fuck my shit hole with your great big cock please. Stick that 
fucking huge fuck stick up my arse hole and fuck me real good." As the 
boy spoke those last words he stepped out of his jockey shorts and now 
stood naked in front of the man.

Hot tears of shame were running down the boy's cheeks as Ron stood 
examining him closely. The man's rock hard cock was dripping precum as 
he looked at this vision of fuckable beauty.

"Turn around slowly wanker," Ron said, "I want a good look at your 
fucking arse."

Alan slowly turned around and Ron feasted his eyes on the sight that he 
saw. Alan had a perfect set of buttocks, well rounded and firm. They 
were split by a dark crack and Ron was keen to open it up in order that 
he could see the boy's arse hole.

"Bend down and touch the floor fucker," he said, "but first make sure 
that you legs as spread as far apart as they will go."

Alan obeyed. The fear of more whipping was making him comply with every 
order that the man gave him. He spread his legs wide and then bent down 
and touched the floor with the tips of his fingers. Ron licked his 
lips, his cock throbbed and jerked and he took a sharp intake of 
breath. The sight that met his eyes was everything that he could have 
hoped for.

Alan arse hole was now revealed to the lustful eyes of his captor. It 
was a beautiful arse hole. Very tight with lovely pink lips all 
puckered up. Not a hair to spoil the lovely sight as it inflated and 
deflated very slightly with every breath that the boy took.

"Oh fucking hell, oh fucking shit," was the impassioned cry that was 
wrung from Ron's lips. "I'm just going to have to fuck that shit hole, 
it is beautiful. Bloody hell fucker I hope that you are a virgin. I 
want my cock to be the first to break in your lovely boy pussy."

He looked at the boy who was still bending over as ordered. The lad did 
not utter a word.

"Okay shit house," Ron said, "you can stand up straight once again. 
Also until further notice I give you permission to speak. You may swear 
and curse me and call me all sorts of disgusting names. It really does 
not matter for whilst you are doing that I will be taking your cherry. 
I'm going to turn you into a fucking boy whore, a slut who lives only 
for big cocks."

Alan stood up and replied, "You have got whips and other things so I 
have to do what you tell me. I will not become a faggot no matter what 
you do. I have a girl friend and I have fucked cunts before. I'm not 
interest in being fucked by faggots like you."

Ron tossed Alan the key to the padlock on his collar.

"Unlock your collar and walk over to the table. When you get there bend 
over the table. Keep your feet on the ground and your belly and chest 
on the table."

For a moment Alan toyed with the idea of trying to tackle the man. Then 
he decided that he had better not. Clearly he would be no match for the 
bigger stronger man. He could also see that Ron was stilling holding 
the whip. Slowly, having unlocked his metal collar and taken it off, 
Alan walked to the table. He went to the side of it and bent across the 
top. His feet were on the floor on one side, his belly and chest lying 
across the flat surface, and his head overlapping the other side.

Whilst the boy lay splayed out over the table Ron went to the cupboard. 
He took out some lengths of cord. Returning to the table he tied a 
length of cord around each of the boy's ankles and also around each of 
his wrists. Then he tied the other end of the cords to the table legs, 
on cord to each leg. He made sure to pull the cords very tight as he 
secured them to the legs of the table. The boy's arms and legs were now 
stretched as far as they would go and the boy was held over the table 
quite helpless. Ron could do whatever he wished and the lad would be 
unable to stop him.

"I could be a right bastard," Ron said in a conversational tone of 
voice, "I could fuck you without using any lubricant but that would 
hurt you like fucking hell. If I use some KY it will make my journey up 
your arse hole a lot easier."

He waited a moment but Alan made no reply. The lad was shit scared at 
what was about to happen. All his bravado had long ago fallen by the 
wayside. The boy was now just a frightened little lump of quivering 
flesh.

"On second thoughts," Ron said, "why should I take it fucking easy on 
you. You were a cocky little bastard when I first started playing with 
you. What was it you called me? Was it a dirty old faggot? Well I guess 
that there is no point in wasting KY on you. I will enjoy fucking you 
without any lubricant; I get really turned on by a boy's screams. Now 
my little slut you may say whatever you like. Remember I have given you 
permission to talk."

Now Alan could not help himself he had to say something.

"Please Sir" he begged, "do not hurt me. Please do not turn me into a 
faggot or anything like that. Please Sir let me go and I'll find you 
another boy to take my place. I've a friend who is 15 and you would 
like him much more than me."

"What a little shit you are," Ron said. "You would hand over your 
friend to save your own fucking arse hole. I may take you up on the 
offer of your friend later. That will be when I've finished with you 
which won't be for a long time yet."

Ron stood behind the boy and fingered the crack of the lad's arse hole. 
He rubbed his finger against the rosebud that was the boy's shit hole. 
Then Ron took hold of his massive cock and pressed the cock head 
against the boy's anus. Alan could feel it, sticky from the precum, 
pushing against his anus. The boy was trembling and Ron could feel the 
lad's quivering body against his own. It sent a shiver of erotic 
pleasure through the man.

"Come on faggot relax and let me in," Ron said in a wheedling tone as 
he continued to press his cock head against the entrance to the boy's 
secret passage.

Alan was willing his arse hole to remain closed but Ron was much 
stronger than the boy was. The unrelenting of his cock pushing against 
the kid's sphincter caused it at last to weaken and open.

With a yell of "THAT'S IT, THAT'S FUCKING IT," Ron felt his large cock 
head enter the very tight arse hole that he had been trying so hard to 
invade.

Alan as the same time screamed out "STOP IT BASTARD, STOP IT CUNT, 
YOU'RE FUCKING SPLITTING ME IN HALF. STOP IT PLEASE. STOP BASTARD SHIT 
HOUSE YOU ARE KILLING ME."

Ron laughed cruelly as he pressed his cock further up the boy's love 
channel. Now his cock head and the first two inches of his thick cock 
was inside the screaming boy.

"Such language faggot, it's lovely. Keep on cursing my little faggot, 
my darling little slut. Your pussy is just right for fucking and now 
that I've taken your cherry you'll never be the same again," Ron said.

As he was speaking he was continuing to force his long thick cock up 
the boy's very narrow love channel. It was causing young Alan the 
greatest of pain. It felt like a telegraph pole being thrust up his 
arse hole and Alan kept up his endless screaming.

Still Ron forced his cock further up Alan's virgin shit channel. He was 
pushing very hard and now had six inches of his cock buried inside the 
boy's bowels.

Alan was still screaming from the pain that he was feeling and every 
now and then shouted out for Ron to stop.

"SHIT, FUCKING SHIT," the boy would shout. "YOU BASTARD YOU ARE 
SPLITTING ME IN HALF. PLEASE SIR I BEG YOU TO STOP FUCKING ME. PLEASE 
STOP YOU ARE KILLING ME," the unhappy boy was shouting.

"Oooh faggot you've a lovely hot tight pussy," Ron warbled. "I'm going 
to fuck you from now until breakfast time. Oooh cunt your pussy was 
made for my cock. Just enjoy it and stop your fucking moaning."

As Ron let the boy know what a good time he was having he continued to 
force his thick long cock up that wonderful love channel. It was so 
tight around his cock, not only tight but heavenly hot. Ron could feel 
the kid's intestines pulsating around his cock and it was one of the 
best feelings that any man could have.

A final lunge into the screaming boy and his eight and a half cock was 
buried to the hilt. Now his big balls were pressed into the boy's 
lovely firm buttocks as Ron rested on the back of his victim.

"Fucking shit kid this is wonderful," the man whispered into the crying 
boy's right ear. "Your pussy is so fucking tight and it fits around my 
cock like a glove. Shit faggot you are a born whore and have taken to 
my cock like a babe takes to milk. I shall fuck the arse off you and 
still you will be begging me for more."

"Piss off bastard," the poor boy hissed. "I fucking hate you and I'll 
fucking kill you the first chance that I have."

"Yeah that's the way to talk slut," Ron chuckled, "now the real fucking 
will start. All I've done so far is stick my cock up your pussy. Now 
you will find out what it is like to be fucked."

With that Ron pulled his cock halfway out of the boy's pussy and then 
slammed it savagely back up his balls slapping hard against Alan's 
buttocks. Alan gave a scream of pain as Ron pulled his cock further out 
of the boy's love passage. Once again he thrust it back with great 
force from where it had come his balls banging hard against young 
Alan's firm buttock.

Another sharp scream from the boy and Ron pulled his cock back down 
once more. This time only his cock head was left in the poor lad's 
stretched and sore shit hole. Then Ron drove the full length of his 
cock straight back up the unlubricated love channel as Alan groaned in 
agony.

For the moment Ron was content with these long sharp thrusts in and out 
of the boy's tight pussy. He let go of Alan's hips and reached 
underneath the boy's body with his left hand. He found the boy's soft 
cock and took hold of it between his fingers. Then he started to rub 
the foreskin up and down the shaft of young Alan's penis. The boy 
groaned still in great pain from the huge cock that was impaling him.

Now Ron started to increase the speed of his movements in and out of 
the boy's arse hole. He thrust in and out faster and faster as his hand 
massaging the lad's cock kept pace with the speed of his thrusts.

"Oooh this is fucking good," Ron gasped, "you are a real great fuck my 
darling little faggot. I guess that you are beginning to enjoy my cock 
up your fucking tight pussy, I can feel your little cock getting hard 
in my hand."

As he was speaking Ron was fucking the boy as hard as he could. His big 
cock was travelling in and out of the lad's arse hole with tremendous 
speed and a great deal of force. Each time he slammed his cock in it 
travelled the whole eight and half inches up the boy's pulsating love 
channel. As his balls hit the sweet cheeks of Alan's arse Ron would 
pull his cock out of the boy once more. He always left his cock head 
inside the lad's anus but that was shortly to change.

His attention to Alan's lovely boy dick had paid off. The lad's body 
had betrayed him by reacting to the stimulus providing by the rubbing 
of his foreskin up and down the shaft of his cock.

Alan's beautiful sweet penis was now rock hard. Now that it was erect 
it had grown to six lovely inches. It was not thick although, when the 
lad got older, it had the promise of being a magnificent cock. It would 
probably be the envy of many.

Alan was groaning from the pain of his fucking but also he was 
beginning to feel a glow through his body as his cock responded to his 
rapist's attention.

Ron had not eased up at all. He was still fucking the boy with long 
fast movements of his cock. Now he reached top gear as the boy gasped 
and groaned half from pain and half from pleasure. Ron's cock now left 
the boy's arse hole completely and Alan's rectum remained wide open. It 
was waiting to be filled once more.

With a loud grunt Ron drove his throbbing cock through that secret 
gate, now wide open, and up the boy's pussy until his balls against the 
lad's arse stopped him making further progress. He pulled his cock 
straight back out again and drove it in once more. In and out, in and 
out he drove with his cock whilst his hand kept pace rubbing the boy's 
hard cock up and down.

"WOW YOUR PUSSY IS WONDERFUL, TIGHT AND HOT," Ron shouted as he fucked 
the boy.

"Please stop Sir, please stop I can't take anymore" replied the boy in 
a much quieter voice.

As Ron thrust in and out of that wonderful arsehole he was grinding his 
hips so that his cock would send the most delightful sensations through 
the boy's body. It worked as Alan started to respond by pushing his 
arse hole back against the man's thrusting cock and pulling away as Ron 
pulled out of his body. The truth was that these movements were 
involuntary on the poor boy's part. Despite what his body was doing 
Alan hated the man having his evil way with him.

"I'M CUMMING FAGGOT, I'M CUMMING CUNT," Ron shouted as he rammed his 
cock deep into the boy's bowels. As his big cock swelled even more it 
started to spurt out its how seed. "OOOH FAGGOT THAT'S GOOD, THAT IS 
FUCKING GREAT. I'M SHOOTING MY BABY MAKING JUICE INTO YOUR GUTS. 
FUCKING HELL THIS IS WONDERFUL," Ron shrieked as he pulled his cock 
halfway down the boy's sore love channel.

Then he drove back up again his cock spurting more thick cream into the 
lad as he did so. Ron had let go of the boy's cock that was still very 
hard and was gripping the lad's hips with both of his hands as he 
pulled out once more and then drove back in again. More of his hot love 
juice filled the boy's intestines as Ron's big balls slowly emptied.

He came twice more times inside of the boy and then rested exhausted on 
Alan's back with his cock buried deep inside the young lad.

"Fucking hell faggot you have a pussy that is just made for fucking. 
I'm sure you are half boy half girl. Maybe you will even give me a 
baby. Your shit hole is just the right size for my cock and I know that 
you really enjoyed being fucked. Look how hard your cock still is."

Ron was right about the last thing; Alan's cock was still hard. He was 
utterly wrong about the boy enjoying being fucked. Alan had hated it.

Now, with the man's body weighing heavily on his back and Ron's cock, 
not so big and hard now, still buried deep inside him Alan spoke 
bitterly.

"You are a fucking evil bastard," the boy said with great feeling. "I 
fucking hope that one day you will get all that you deserve. I fucking 
hate you, I fucking hate you and I hope your cock drops off. You are 
the biggest load of shit that I have ever met."

Ron chuckled as he slowly pulled his cock from the boy's arse hole. 
Shit blood and sperm came with it. The mess started to run down Alan's 
legs and also dripped directly from his arse hole onto the floor. Ron's 
cock was covered in the slime. Blood and sperm mixed with a coating of 
shit. The man walked around to the other side of the table. Now he 
stood in front of the boy.

"I want you to lick my cock clean," he said pleasantly. I don't want 
you to suck it; you will need more discipline before that happy event 
arrives. Just lick my cock head with your lovely pink tongue. Run it 
down and around the shaft of my cock. I don't want any blood, sperm or 
shit left on it. You will lick it until it is spotless."

"Fuck off cunt," Alan snarled as he looked at the odious sight of Ron's 
slime smeared cock and smelt the strong smell of shit. "I'll never 
touch that with my tongue, you will have to kill me first."

"That can be arranged," Ron replied with no malice in his voice. He 
walked across to where he had laid the electrical prod. It was still 
plugged into the wall. Then returning he went to the rear of the boy.

"When you are ready to lick my cock clean just let me know," he said in 
a cheerful voice.

Then the man switched on the electrical prod and shoved the end up the 
boy's loose arse hole. As the shock powered through the lad's body Alan 
let out a strangled scream of pain.

"FUCKING STOP I'LL DO IT," the boy quickly shrieked, "PLEASE STOP AND 
I'LL LICK YOUR COCK CLEAN."

Ron had removed the prod from the boy's rectum and he now waited a 
moment or two. Then he thrust it back up the lad's lovely pussy saying, 
"just to remind you how it feels if you want to change your mind."

Alan's body jumped and shook as the jolt of electricity passed through 
him. The pain was intense and for a moment drove all the air out of the 
lad's lungs. As he gasped for breath he managed to scream "PLEASE STOP 
I WILL LICK YOUR COCK."

"I thought you might," Alan said as he put aside the prod and went back 
around the table until he was at the boy's head.

Ron's cock was semi hard now but still a good seven inches long. He 
held it close to Alan's mouth and the boy stuck out his pink tongue and 
licked across the cock head. The taste of the shit, blood and sperm 
almost made the boy vomit and the strong smell of the shit coated penis 
was almost more than the lad could bear.

"Lick it good fucker, get your tongue in my piss slit and lick that 
clean. Make sure you lick around the shaft and don't forget my balls" 
Ron said as the boy's lovely tongue licked and slurped at his cock 
head.

Alan poked his tongue in Ron's piss slit clearing the shit out that had 
amassed there. He licked all over and around the cock head and then 
started his tongue moving down the shaft. Slowly his tongue worked down 
and around the man's cock that was now beginning to stiffen under the 
treatment that it was receiving.

"Keep licking faggot, oooh that's so fucking good," Ron said. "Fucking 
hell what a cock licking slut you are. I can't wait to get my cock down 
your fucking throat so that you can suck it. I bet that you will be 
really cool at cock sucking. But that must wait until I train you not 
to use your teeth on me. Oooh fucking shit faggot keep licking. Now get 
to my balls, they need a good tongue wash as well."

Young Alan was carrying out his task faithfully. The thought of the 
electric prod being shoved back up his shit hole was more than he could 
bear. As he worked down the man's cock cleaning it thoroughly with his 
tongue the task got easier and easier. Soon there was no slime left on 
Ron's rampant tool. It was as clean as Alan could possibly get it. His 
tongue now started on the man's balls. The boy got some of Ron's black 
pubic hair in his mouth as he licked the ball sack that held the man's 
precious jewels. He licked the ball sac all over, back and front and 
then withdrew his tongue and waited.

"Keep licking faggot," Ron said, "don't fucking stop till I tell you. 
Lick my cock again, get your tongue as deep into my piss slit as you 
can."

As the boy obeyed Ron started to moan and groan saying, "ooh fucker 
that's so fucking good. You tongue is as hot as your pussy."

Ron made the boy lick his cock and balls for all of three-quarters of 
an hour. The poor boy's tongue was dry and sore by the time that Ron 
told him he could stop.

"I bet you feel good you little slut," Ron said to the boy. "I bet you 
can't wait for me to fuck you again or for you to be able to lick my 
big cock. Come on faggot which do you prefer? Would you like me to 
stick my cock back up your shit hole or do you prefer to lie there 
licking it?"

The boy replied without hesitation, "I would prefer to lick your cock 
please Sir."

In fact the boy did not want to do anything of the sort. But if it came 
to a choice then he most certainly did not want to be fucked again. His 
arse hole was sore, it had been badly stretched, and his shit channel 
hurt like hell. He could still feel the effects of the electric prod up 
his behind whilst his bowels still ached from the fucking that he had 
received. Although his tongue was dry and sore he would prefer to 
continue licking the man's cock than having it thrusting in and out of 
his pussy.

Most of all the boy wanted to avoid annoying Ron again. He did not want 
to be whipped and he shuddered to think that the prod might be used on 
him again.

"Well I am sorry to disappoint you slut," Ron said with a laugh. "I am 
going to prepare some food for us. I can't possibly have you starving 
to death." He laughed heartedly after speaking. Then he went on, 
"however I have not forgotten how you have disobeyed me from time to 
time and generally been a fucking pain in the neck. I am going to show 
you another form of punishment that I can use on you. I wonder how much 
you will like this."

As the boy watched with frightened eyes Ron went across to the 
cupboard. He took out a cane that was made of thin bamboo and about a 
foot long. He swished it backwards and forwards in cutting movements 
through the air.

"Yes," he said, "I think that this is the one."

Returning to the boy he said, "I am going to give you twelve strokes of 
this cane across your buttocks. After each stroke you will say what 
number it is. If you make a mistake or do not count a stroke then we 
start right from the beginning again. Get the idea fucker. Remember 
this is the sort of punishments that you can expect from me. In fact 
I've got a lot of good things in store for you tomorrow. This is just 
to whet your appetite."

With that Ron swung the cane and struck the boy a stinging blow across 
his backside. Alan howled aloud as the cheeks of his arse felt as if 
they were on fire. Ron struck the boy a second blow of equal ferocity. 
He was putting all his strength into swinging the cane and Ron was not 
a small weak man. The cane swished through the air causing the boy to 
scream with pain and his buttocks to begin showing red welts.

Ron paused after the fourth stroke of the cane. "Unless you want me to 
go on forever you had better start counting faggot. You still have 
twelve strokes of this cane to come. I told you fucker, unless you 
count aloud these strokes that you are receiving are free. You could 
call them a bonus."

With that Ron struck the boy a fifth time. Alan screamed out "ONE" as 
his buttocks burned. Already one of the welts was showing traces of 
blood where the cane had struck the same place twice. Ron swung the 
cane, swish it went through the air followed by a loud scream and the 
word "TWO" as Alan managed to shout the number out. His body was 
shaking and trembling but his buttocks were now criss crossed with red 
welts that showed up brightly against his soft white skin.

And so the punishment continued, first a swish and then a shout "THREE" 
followed by "FOUR" then "FIVE", "SIX" "SEVEN" each number preceded by 
the swish of the cane. After what seemed a hundred years to the boy the 
last blow of the cane struck him across the cheeks of his arse and he 
shouted out in a hoarse voice "TWELVE."

Ron placed the cane on the table beside the boy and then looked closed 
at the lad's buttocks. It was difficult to see any unmarked skin; both 
of his arse cheeks were criss crossed with thin red lines where the 
cane had struck. Many of these lines had turned into raised welts and 
some of them were seeping blood.

"Shit faggot" Ron said, "you will find it hard to sit down for a month. 
I guess that when I fuck your arse hole tomorrow you will have the 
added pleasure of your sore buttocks being bashed a little more by my 
balls. Now slut, just before I go and make you a meal, say thank you to 
me for fucking you and for beating you. Tell me how much you enjoyed it 
and beg me to be rougher with you tomorrow."

For a moment the crying boy was silent but fear of what might happen if 
he did not comply quickly made the lad speak.

"Thank you Sir for fucking me and for beating me and please do it again 
tomorrow," Alan said in a broken sob filled voice.

"Shit faggot you can do better than that. I want you to convince me 
that you mean what you say. Remember bastard I want dirty talk. Fucking 
shit you were full of all the dirty language when first started to 
play. By now a little cunt like you should have thought up many more 
filthy phrases to use. Make if good this time bastard or I cane you 
whilst the electric prod is stuck up your arse hole giving you plenty 
of fucking shocks."

Alan was sure that the man meant what he said. He now knew that he was 
in the hands of a real bastard.

"Thank you Sir for sticking your lovely big cock up my shit hole. I did 
love it when you shot your fucking love juice into my bowels. Thank you 
for beating the shit out of me. Thank you for making me lick my own 
shit off your cock. Thank you for everything Sir. Please will you fuck 
the arse off me tomorrow? I want your great big cock stuck as far up my 
shit channel as it will go. Please Sir beat the living daylights out of 
me. Make me scream and cry. Please Sir fuck me and treat me real rough. 
That is what I fucking well want."

Ron patted the boy on the head. "Don't you worry your fucking little 
boy whore I will do all of that and a lot more tomorrow. Now I'll get 
you something to eat."

With that the man left the room. Later he returned and released the boy 
from his bonds. Then he gave him some food to eat. After the meal he 
told Alan to get on the bed and lay down on his back. He fastened the 
boy's wrists and ankles to the bedposts using manacles already in 
place. Then he prepared to leave.

"Please Sir," the boy quavered, "may I use the toilet I really do need 
a piss."

"No pissing for you tonight," Ron replied, "but we will find a way for 
you to get rid of it in the morning. Don't fucking piss yourself during 
the night. I give you fair warning faggot, if you waste your piss 
during the night then I'll fucking make you real sorry tomorrow. Now 
have a good night."

With those words Ron turned out the light and left the room.


Part Two

Morning arrived although Alan was not aware of it as there was no way 
of his knowing what time of day or night it was. He had slept fitfully 
as his whole body ached both inside and out. His buttocks still felt 
as if they were afire from the caning that he had received whilst his 
arse hole was very sore indeed. Throughout the night Alan had been 
bursting for a piss but fear of Ron made sure that he did not relieve 
himself on the bed. Tears welled up in the boy's eyes as he wondered 
what was going to happen to him next.

Ron walked in turning the lights on as he did so. He was cheerful and 
looked as if he had slept well.

"Fucking hell faggot," Ron said, "you sure do look a fucking mess. Not 
that I mind because I find you real sexy when you look in such a shitty 
state. Well my" he went on, "just look at that boner you're sporting. 
You must find me real sexy to get such a hard on when you see me."

Of course that was not the case at all. Alan was badly in need of a 
piss. His cock was standing erect because it was piss proud and not 
because of any erotic feeling that he might have due to the presence of 
Ron.

"Please Sir," the boy whispered, "may I have a piss. I really need to 
have a piss bad and I don't think that I can hold it much longer."

"Still not learnt your fucking lesson," Ron said still very cheerful. 
"How long will it be before you learn that you must not speak unless I 
give you permission to do so. Still I will attend to your punishment 
for that lapse later. Now lets see what we can do about your problem 
of needing a piss."

He unfastened the boy's wrists and ankles from the bedpost and then 
told the boy to stand under the manacles hanging from the ceiling with 
his arms up over his head. Alan got up off the bed his limbs aching 
badly and hobbled across to stand as ordered. Ron then fastened the 
manacles around the boy's wrists once more.

"Now slut I will deal with your pissing problem. When I kneel in front 
of you and take your cock in my mouth you will start to piss. Empty 
your bladder into me fucker, I love to drink the sweet hot piss 
straight from a boy's lovely cock. Don't worry about where your piss 
goes I will be directing your cock with my hand."

As Ron knelt down in front of Alan the boy thought to himself "fucking 
hell how gross. I can't believe that this weird fucker really wants me 
to piss in his mouth."

Ron took hold of the boy's hard cock and then opened his mouth, sucked 
it in and closed his lips around the shaft. For a moment Alan 
hesitated and then nature took over. He started to piss into the man's 
mouth. He was looking down at Ron's mouth around his cock and could 
see some of the piss dribbling out from the corners of the man's lips. 
But Ron was swallowing most of the flow.

Then Ron opened his mouth and piss ran in a flood down his chin. He 
started to move Alan's cock that was still spurting the thin yellow 
stream of piss from the cock slit up and down, left and right. The piss 
hit Ron's forehead, the cheeks of his face, his neck and then his 
chest. As the flow of piss began to lessen Ron quickly put the boy's 
cock back into his mouth. He kept his mouth open this time and let the 
piss hit the back of his throat before running in a steady stream down 
his gullet. At last the boy's bladder was drained. He felt such a 
great relief to have rid himself of that load.

"That was fucking good," Ron said licking his lips. "Boy's piss tastes 
so sweet and it is lovely and hot when it comes straight from the 
little shit's bladder. Tell me cunt, have you ever drunken piss? Maybe 
you have tried your own or have some of your mates pissed into your 
mouth? What about your girl friends, have they let their pussy's fill 
your mouth with their cunt tasting piss?"

The boy knew that he must answer. These were questions and Ron had said 
that he must answer questions.

"No of course not I'm not a weird nut case like you," the boy replied. 
"It's a filthy thing to do but I guess that a shit like you would just 
love that. You probably eat shit as well."

Ron laughed long and deeply at the boy's answer.

"Faggot I promise you that in a few minutes you will be drinking my 
piss. Soon you will be drinking piss as if it was water. As for eating 
shit, well slut I've never done that but you have now given me an idea. 
Maybe I will produce a nice hot brown turd for your meal."

Ron chuckled some more as he released the boy from the wrist manacles.

"Now fucker kneel down and open your mouth," he ordered the boy.

Alan had no choice he knew that he must obey. He knelt down in front 
of Ron and opened his mouth. Ron took hold of his own massive cock and 
pointed it at the lad's open mouth. Then he started to piss sending a 
strong fountain of steaming yellow urine into the boy's open mouth.

Alan had no choice, he had to swallow the stuff if he was going to 
breathe. As he swallowed some of the piss hit his closed lips and ran 
down his body. The boy found the taste of Ron's hot piss very acrid but 
as more of it flowed down his throat he realised that the taste was not 
too unpleasant. He kept swallowing in order to cope with the flow.

Then Ron started to point his cock, still flowing with urine, at the 
boy's face, then his chest and then back to his face and finally once 
more into his mouth.

Alan's face was now streaming with the hot yellow urine; it was running 
off his forehead, his cheeks, his chin and down his neck and chest. At 
the same time he was swallowing what piss was spurting into his mouth 
and throat.

It was four minutes before Ron finished pissing. At last the stream 
petered out.

"Stand up faggot," he said and Alan got to his feet.

Then Ron kissed the boy's lips and started to lick his face. His 
tongue licked the piss-streaked forehead, the urine covered cheeks and 
the dribbling chin. Then he kissed the faggot on his lips once more.

Alan was surprised, startled and shocked by the man's behaviour. He 
could not understand why this brute, this pervert, this boy rapist 
should wish to kiss him like that. The boy shut his eyes and just 
wished that Ron would leave him alone.

"I love kissing boy's faces after I have pissed over them" Ron said. 
"Later I'll piss up your shit hole and then give you a good fucking. 
When I have finished you will shit my piss and sperm into a bowl. I 
think that I will make you drink it."

Alan heard these disgusting words and he could feel vomit rising in his 
throat. He swallowed hard trying to prevent himself from being sick. 
"God knows what would happen if I was to spew up over this creep" the 
unhappy boy thought to himself.

"Okay shit head" Ron said. "I am going to teach you how to suck my 
cock. I must be sure that you will not use your teeth on me. Can you 
resist the temptation to bite my cock if you find it in your mouth?"

"I would not do that Sir" the boy immediately replied. He thought to 
himself "just put your fucking cock in my mouth cunt and I will bite 
the fucking thing off" but he did not say that out loud.

Ron must have read his mind however. "I think that I will show you 
what will happen if you so much as nip my cock with your teeth" he said 
to the boy. "I will rip every tooth from your mouth and then give you 
a thrashing that you'll never forget. In case you think that I'm 
joking I will give you a little demonstration."

He made Alan get onto the table and lie on his back. Then he tied the 
boy's wrists and ankles very tightly to the table legs. Next he got a 
rope from the cupboard and passed it across the boy's waist and tied 
that very tightly underneath the table. Alan was becoming very 
frightened; he had no idea what was in Ron's head but the way that he 
was being secured to the table scared the shit out of him. Next Ron 
got another rope and passed it over the lad's chest and tied that very 
tightly beneath the table.

Then he stood back and admired his handiwork.

"Faggot when I put my big cock in your fucking mouth you will suck it. 
You will suck it very hard as I drive it down your throat. YOU WILL 
UNDER NO CIRCUMSTANCES BITE IT. If you do then every tooth in your 
head will come out. Now I am going to remove just one so that you can 
get an idea how it will feel. Shit cock sucker I can tell you now, it 
will hurt like fucking hell."

Alan started to scream as he heard the man's terrible words. "PLEASE 
SIR DON'T DO THAT," he shouted. "I PROMISE THAT I WILL NOT BITE YOUR 
COCK NO MATTER HOW FAR DOWN MY THROAT YOU STICK IT".

"I believe you faggot" Ron said in a mild voice, "but you must 
understand my predicament. It is my cock at risk in your mouth. I must 
be sure that you know how much pain you will suffer if you decide to 
take a bite at my tasty piece of meat."

Then the man leant over the screaming boy and kissed him on the lips. 
"Don't worry darling" he said, "far worse things are going to happen to 
you whilst you are with me than what I'm about to do to you now."

He walked across to the cupboard as Alan continued to scream and beg 
for mercy. From a shelf he picked up a pair of pliers and a metal jaw 
spreader. Returning to the boy he placed the jaw spreader in the boy's 
mouth and then, using the butterfly screw, he started to open the boy's 
jaws as wide as he could get them. Now Alan could only make muffled 
screams with that device keeping his mouth wide open.

"I think that I will remove one of your top front teeth" Ron said in a 
conversational voice. As he took a grip of a top front tooth with the 
pincers he said to the terrified boy, "it's odd how dentists always 
talk to you when your mouth is full of the tools of the trade. Now I 
won't be doing that faggot as I need to concentrate on getting this 
tooth out."

Then he started to yank on the poor boy's tooth. He started to work it 
backwards and forwards. Then he tried to twist it. Tears flowed from 
the boy's eyes, snot ran down his nose and blood began to pour from his 
mouth.

"Ah ah its coming," Ron said as the tooth moved about much freer. "I 
think that one good yank should do the trick. Here we go faggot. Hell 
boy I bet that really hurts."

With that he gave a real good pull on the tooth and it was ripped from 
the lad's gum. The tooth was now out and more blood was pouring from 
Alan's mouth and running down his body. Ron held the boy's head up 
away from the mattress so that the blood did not flow down the lad's 
throat and choke him. As he held Alan's head up with one hand he 
started to unscrew and remove the jaw spreader with the other.

As Ron took that evil device from the boy's mouth Alan began to scream 
and yell. His mouth hurt like hell, the pain was far worse than that 
caused by the electrical prod.

Ron was pleased with his work. "Now cock sucker that is what it feels 
like to have one tooth removed. Just think how it would be if I had to 
pull the fucking lot out. Bite my cock and you will soon find out."

Alan was still crying and groaning. His jaw ached from the severe 
stress under which it had been placed as Ron tore the tooth from the 
boy's mouth. The man was now releasing the boy from his bonds and, 
having freed him, ordered the lad to sit upright. The flow of blood 
had now stopped and it was rapidly drying on Alan's body. He looked a 
terrible mess now that his face was streaked with blood as was his 
neck, chest and legs.

"Okay faggot now I want you to start sucking my cock" said Ron. "Have 
you ever sucked a cock before?"

"No" was the boy's muffled reply as he was finding it difficult to 
speak properly due to the pain from his mouth.

"I will stick my prick in your mouth, just the head to start with. 
Suck on it as hard as you can. Then I will push it deeper into your 
mouth until you find yourself sucking some of the shaft as well. 
Eventually I'll get the whole of my fucking dick in your mouth and well 
down your throat. All the time keep sucking. Now remember bastard, no 
fucking teeth."

The boy had already decided to abandon his plan to bite the man's cock. 
The thought of having more teeth pulled out the way that he had lost 
the first one sent shivers of fear down the lad's spine.

"Get off the bed and kneel in front of me," Ron said to the boy.

Alan obeyed. He could see Ron's rampant cock just in front of his eyes 
and the piss slit was oozing a generous amount of precum.

"Open your mouth as wide as you can," was the next instruction that Ron 
gave to the boy.

Alan obeyed. He felt the man lay the big head cock head on his tongue. 
It could hardly fit into the boy's mouth.

"Start sucking cunt, make it fucking good and really suck hard."

Alan closed his mouth around the head of the man's cock and started to 
suck. The boy could not really taste any cock taste as he sucked 
because his mouth and throat still tasted of his own blood. He kept 
sucking hard on the cock head as he heard Ron begin to moan and groan 
with pleasure.

"Open you mouth," Ron demanded of the lad and Alan obeyed. He then 
shoved his cock deeper into the boy's mouth so that not only was the 
cock head inside but also two inches of his thick shaft.

"Start sucking again cunt and make sure you suck really fucking hard" 
Ron told the pain ridden young lad.

Now Alan could feel Ron's cock head at the back of his mouth and it was 
beginning to make him gag very slightly. It was a horrible feeling for 
the boy as the cock kept jabbing the back of his mouth almost beginning 
to move down his throat.

Ron now started to push forward into the boy's face with his strong 
muscular hips. The cock was now pushed deeper into the boy's mouth and 
the cock head was well down his throat. Alan began to gag on this 
rampant tool. It was more that he could comfortably take and his throat 
was being stretched to its limit.

The man was moaning with pleasure as he felt the boy's hot mouth 
sucking hard on his cock trying to draw his love juice down his piss 
tube. "That's the way shit head, that's the way fucker, suck it harder 
you cunt suck it harder" he said as he forced more of his cock down the 
lad's throat.

Now seven inches of the eight and a half cock was in the boy's mouth 
and down his throat. Alan was choking and gagging on this large 
mouthful as he continued to suck as hard as he could.

"You'd better not be fucking sick bastard," Ron said. I'm keeping my 
cock down your throat and if you start to vomit you'll have to swallow 
the stuff. That will probably choke you to death but whatever happens 
my cock stays right where it is."

Poor young Alan he was in a terrible state. Aches and pains all over 
his body and now he had this choking sensation to deal with. He 
managed to adjust his breathing so that his nostrils played their part 
in letting air get to his lungs. He swallowed a couple of times, which 
seemed to cure him of the gagging feeling. As he swallowed Ron's cock 
slipped further down the boy's throat and the man exclaimed, "that's 
the way cock sucker get all of my cock down your throat."

Now Alan could feel the man's bush beginning to press against his face. 
Ron gave a hard push, the boy swallowed and gobbled and the last inch 
of Ron's cock slid into the lad's mouth. He now had the eight and half 
inch love stick inside him with Ron's big balls pressed against his 
chin and his nose buried in the man's wiry bush.

"Oooh suck it fucker, suck it," Ron said in an anguished voice. 
"Fucking hell bastard that feels so good, suck it fucker, suck it 
hard."

Alan, whose jaws were aching from the strain of the big cock in his 
mouth, tried to suck Ron's cock even harder. Then he felt the man 
begin to pull it out of his throat and relief swept through his body.

"This cock sucking ordeal must be over" he thought. Then reflected 
that it had not been too bad at all. He quickly discovered that it most 
certainly was not the end as Ron drove his cock back down the boy's 
throat.

"I'm going to fuck your mouth you little shit," Ron said gleefully. 
"Keep sucking as much as you can but don't worry too much if you miss a 
suck here and there. I'm going to give you a real rough mouth fucking 
now."

He held the boy's head tightly in his hands. Then he pulled his cock 
almost all the way out of the lad's mouth. Not wasting a moment he 
drove it back in until his balls against Alan's chin stopped him going 
further. He pulled his cock out again and thrust it straight back in. 
In and out, in and out, he drove his cock in and out of the boy's mouth 
just like a piston engine.

The boy's face was purple as he struggled for air but Ron could not 
give a shit. He was going to face fuck this little bastard and if the 
boy died then he would continue to fuck the dead body. Fortunately for 
Alan (although in the long run he might think otherwise) the lad once 
again managed to adjust his breathing. As Ron pulled his cock out Alan 
dragged air into his lungs and his face slowly returned to its normal 
colour.

Ron now started to slam his cock in and out of the boy's mouth. He 
held the boy's head very tightly as he thrust his cock backwards and 
forwards down the lad's gullet. Faster and faster his movements became 
as his balls slammed against the boy's chin.

Now Ron could feel the sap beginning to rise from his balls; the 
tightness of Alan's throat and the wonderful feel of his hot mouth was 
going to make him cum. He fucked his cock harder into the boy's face, 
in and out, in and out, in and out that large baby seed spurter was 
going.

"I'M CUMMING, I'M CUMMING, FUCKING HELL I'M CUMMING. SUCK MY COCK 
BASTARD SUCK MY COCK AND SWALLOW MY JUICE," Ron started to shout as he 
cock head swelled in the boy's throat and then started to erupt.

Young Alan sucked manfully drawing as much juice from Ron's cock as he 
could. His throat and mouth quickly filled with the hot sperm and some 
dribbled from the corners of his mouth and ran down his chin.

"Swallow it faggot, get it down you," Ron said as he held the lad's 
head tightly forcing the boy to keep the entire eight and a half inch 
cock down his throat. Ron's big balls, now depleted of their love 
juice, pressed hard again Alan's chin whilst his nose nestled tightly 
into the man's black bush.

After a few moments Ron pulled his cock from the boy's throat and Alan 
was able to gulp down fresh air. As he did so the residue of Ron's 
love juice was drawn down the lad's throat.

Alan had successfully sucked his first cock. The sperm had not tasted 
too bad, rather salty and bitter but the boy had certainly had far 
worse experiences in the past 24 hours.

"Okay faggot get up and sit on the bed" Ron said as he also sat on the 
edge of the mattress. "You really sucked my cock well for your first 
attempt. You made me cum and that shows how well you did" the man said 
to the boy.

Amazingly the praise from Ron made young Alan feel good. The man was 
pleased with him and he had sucked his cock really well. Alan felt 
very proud.

"I am going to give you permission to speak now. You may speak whenever 
you want to until I withdraw that permission" Ron told the young lad. 
"You may say what ever you want, I will not punish you for speaking out 
freely. I believe in free speech," he said with an ironic laugh. "You 
can call me names, you can tell me how much you hate me, or maybe how 
much you love me. Whatever you say is okay by me. Just remember one 
thing, when I withdraw permission for you to speak then you stop 
talking. Have you got all that?"

"Yes Sir" the boy said, "I understand."

"Now I am going to give you a reward for doing so well in your first 
cock sucking session. I am going to pin a gold star on you. What do 
you think of that?"

Not understanding the implications of Ron's remark Alan smiled for the 
first time that day.

"That sounds cool Sir," he said, "thank you very much."

Ron went to his cupboard that seemed to contain all sorts of goodies. 
He rummaged around in a draw and then produced a round metal badge with 
a gold star on the front. At the back was a pin clip for securing the 
badge to clothing. Ron approached the boy and told him to stand up.

"When you get a gold star you should stand to attention whilst it is 
being pinned on you" Ron said to the boy with a very friendly smile on 
his face.

"Bu..bu..but I haven't any clothes on" Alan stuttered.

"You don't need clothes faggot, I can still pin this badge on your 
chest. You've got fucking skin haven't you?" Ron said to the now 
trembling boy. "Stand very still faggot whilst I pin this on you" Ron 
went on, "if you move I will give you the thrashing of your life."

Alan stood still as he trembled uncontrollably. Ron grabbed a handful 
of flesh and skin on the boy's right chest a few inches above his 
lovely pink nipple. Then he stuck the pin of the badge clip through 
the boy's flesh as Alan gave a yelp of pain. Ron was careful to get 
the pin level before he pushed it through the boy's skin to make it 
emerge. Then he clipped the pin into the clasp on the back of the 
badge. The boy now had a gold star pinned to the bare skin of his 
body.

Although it had hurt the pain was nothing to what the lad had endured 
earlier. It was a sharp jab as it entered his flesh another sharp jab 
as it came out and that was all the pain that he had felt.

Ron looked at the boy and said, "well faggot that does look smart. I 
hope that you earn a lot more stars. Now I'm going to get you 
something to eat."

He looked at the boy and wrinkled his nose. "Fucking hell you dirty 
little shit you do fucking stink" he said. "I think that you had 
better have a shower to get all the filth off your body. You can do 
that whilst I prepare your meal and in future you stinking little 
bastard do try to keep yourself clean."

The boy, hot tears running down his red face, felt so humiliated at the 
man's words.

"It's not my fucking fault that I'm dirty and that I smell. You are the 
cunt that made me get like this," he said angrily to the man.

"Balls," was Ron's retort. "I've played with plenty of boys in my time 
and they have all managed to keep themselves clean. I guess that your 
dirty habits is one of the reasons that your dad threw you out."

"He didn't throw me out" the boy protested, "I ran away from home. He 
simply told me never to fucking come back if did run away this time. 
My stepmother hates me" the boy added "and she has turned my fucking 
dad against me. Now neither of them really wants me. Fucking shit I 
hate them both as much as I hate you."

With those words the boy broke into an uncontrollable fit of crying.

"For fuck sake stop that row," Ron said. "Come on faggot, stop being 
such a fairy and get a fucking shower whilst I get you something to 
eat."

Pushing the boy ahead of him he took him to the bathroom. "Make sure 
that you remove your badge whilst you shower" Ron said. Then he changed 
his mind. "I'll remove the fucking thing for you" he said as he 
unpinned the badge from the lad's chest.

"When you have showered you will pin the badge back on your chest. I 
want to see it there when I come to take you back to the playroom. If 
it is not pinned to your chest I will burn a fucking star onto your 
skin so that it will always be there. Now get cleaned up cunt," Ron 
said as he walked out of the bathroom locking the door from the 
outside.

Then off he went to prepare some food whilst Alan had the most 
delightful hot shower of his life. The water seemed to wash away a lot 
of his aches and pains as it cleaned his flesh of the blood, shit, 
sperm and urine with which he had been coated. He stood under the 
lovely hot jet of water as it washed so much of his troubles away.

He was rudely awakened from his enjoyment by the loud voice of Ron 
telling him that he had only ten minutes left in which to get dried and 
be ready to leave the bathroom. Alan dried himself using the lovely 
soft towels. They helped to soothe his skin. Then he realised that he 
now had to pin the badge back on his chest. He had no choice in the 
matter as he knew just how cruel and brutal Ron could be.

"Rather a quick jab with the pin than have my skin badly burnt," he 
thought to himself as he picked up the gold star. Then, screwing his 
face up in agony, he managed to pin the badge back on his chest. It 
had taken a lot of courage for him to do that but the fear of Ron's 
wrath overcame any cowardly feelings that he might have had. The boy 
waited for Ron to collect him, clean, refreshed and wearing the gold 
star on his chest.

When Ron unlocked the bathroom and told the boy to return to the 
playroom where he could eat his meal he looked at Alan and said "well 
faggot at least you look fucking clean now. I like the way that you 
are wearing your gold star. I think that you almost deserve another. 
Almost but not quite as I haven't forgotten your earlier disobedience. 
One thing you will learn about me wanker, I never forget."

As Alan followed Ron back to the playroom he was relieved that the man 
had decided not to award him a second gold star just yet. He was not 
very keen on having a second badge pinned to his naked chest.

"Sit on the bed and I'll bring you your food," Ron said and left the 
room to get it. He did not lock the door behind him but Alan was far 
too frightened of the man now to attempt to leave the bed without 
permission.

After Alan had eaten and the plate had been cleared away Ron said to 
the boy "I guess that we will now spend a few hours playing some real 
nice games."

"Please Sir can't I go home? If you let me go home I will arrange for 
you to have Roger in my place."

"Don't be a stupid little shit," Ron replied. "You know that you have 
no home to go to. You've runaway and your mum and dad don't ever want 
you back. I think that you should face the truth faggot, you are 
staying here for as long as I want you. When I have finished with you 
I will then decide where you will go."

Ron now relaxed on the bed beside Alan. He lay back looking at the boy 
sitting upright.

"As I see it there are several choices that I can take. If you are 
very good and you arrange for me to have Roger then I could let you 
leave to be a rent boy. You would have your own pimp; he would probably 
be black as they make the best pimps in town. Of course he would fuck 
the arse off you but you would be able to earn a lot of money for him."

Ron stretched and then carried on.

Of course I could sell you to the owners of a boy brothel either in 
this country or abroad. I would get quite a nice sum of money for you. 
White boy's are very much in demand in South American brothels."

Alan was listening to the man's words and his face was ashen. Could it 
be true that he would end up as the sex toy of any man willing to pay 
to use his body?

"Of course I may snuff you," Ron said with a careless laugh, "you never 
know what might happen in the heat of a passionate moment. Accidents do 
occur and sometimes it is not an accident but intended. So you see 
there are quite a few alternatives. The one thing I do know you will 
not leave here to resume the life that you had before you met me."

"What does snuff mean Sir?" Alan asked. He had never heard the word 
before and had no idea what the man was talking about when he said the 
he might snuff him.

"Oh that is just a polite way of saying I might kill you," Ron replied 
as if it was the most natural thing in the world to say.

Alan, whose face was already ashen, now started to tremble violently.

"Yeah," Ron said, "it means that I might kill you when I'm fucking you. 
I might have my cock up your arse hole and my hands round your throat 
cutting off your breath so that your muscles go into spasms and grip 
hard on my cock. Each time that I ease the pressure on your throat you 
are able to breathe and your shit hole relaxes around my cock. Then 
another choke and another delicious vice like grip from your love 
channel. The only trouble is that if I forget to ease off in time, and 
that has happened before, then you choke to death."

Alan's mouth was wide open, he was still ashen and trembling, now his 
eyes were filled with fear. He could not believe what this evil man was 
saying. What made it worse was the matter of fact way in which Ron was 
speaking.

"Of course faggot I would still fuck your dead body until I shot my 
love juice into your guts. The only problem with that is it becomes 
rather messy as your bowels open to get rid of your shit and your 
bladder dispenses your piss. Still the kick that I get from fucking a 
dead boy's arse hole makes it all worthwhile."

Ron lay back very happy as he saw the terrible state that Alan was now 
in. Then the boy began to cry.

"Please Sir don't do that to me," he said in between his sobs. "Please 
Sir if I arrange for you to have my half brother as well as Roger 
promise that you'll let me go."

"I didn't know you had a half brother. How old is he, what is his name 
and do you love him?" Ron said.

"He is 6 years old and his name is Dennis. I hate him; he is a spoilt 
little fucker. Honestly Sir he really does need the sort of discipline 
that you can give him. He should be beaten and fucked every day" Alan 
said speaking very earnestly as he was doing his best to get himself 
out of the man's clutches.

"Well faggot you have certainly given me something to think about" Ron 
said to the boy. "For the moment cunt we have lots of sex games to 
play. I will decide what to do with you when I start to get tired of 
you. By the way, should I decide to fist fuck you that would probably 
kill you. I will tell you all about fist fucking another day."

Ron now rose from the bed. Walking across to the cupboard he told Alan 
to lay on the bed on his back. He picked a few things out from his 
treasure trove that he kept stored in the cupboard and returned to 
where the young boy was lying. The items from the cupboard he placed 
on the bed and then he sat down beside the boy.

"You have lovely little nipples," Ron said as he wet one of his fingers 
and started to rub one of the boy's little pink tits. As he rubbed it 
started to stand up and then Ron took hold of it with two fingers and 
pulled it and twisted it quite roughly. Alan was groaning slightly as 
his nipple began to feel sore. Then Ron bent his head and took it 
between his lips and started to suck as if he was a baby suckling his 
mother's bosom. Alan groaned again this time more with pleasure and 
his soft little cock began to stiffen.

"You like that you little faggot," Ron said. "Well now I am going to do 
something that you might like a lot more."

He picked up a nipple cleat from the bed. The clip had a thin chain 
hanging down, and the spring was very strong.

"Do you know what this is cunt?" Ron asked the groaning boy.

"I haven't a fucking clue," Alan replied having recovered somewhat from 
his earlier fright.

"It's a nipple clamp" Ron explained. "I clamp it to your titty and it 
will make it grow bigger. This is how it works."

Bending over the lad's chest Ron used one of his strong hands to open 
the clamp. He pressed the jaws down hard on the boy's chest so that 
Alan's nipple was between them. Then he released his grip of the clamp 
lever and it closed.

Alan let out a wild scream of pain as his body jumped about on the bed. 
A searing pain had shot through his body and now his nipple felt as if 
it was on fire. It hurt like hell. The boy tried to open the lever but 
it was much to stiff for him to manage.

"TAKE IT OFF BASTARD, TAKE IT OFF CUNT," he screamed at the grinning 
man.

"Oh no my little sex toy that fucking thing stays on. In a few moments 
I will be putting one on your other sweet little titty. That is after 
I've made it stand up," Ron said to the crying lad.

He now put a finger in his mouth and made it nice and wet then he 
started to rub Alan's other nipple. As the nipple responded and started 
to get hard he tweaked it, pulled it and twisted it with his fingers. 
He then sucked on it and bit it with his teeth.

Alan was still feeling pain from his clamped nipple but could not help 
but respond to the man's administrations of the unclamped one. He 
groaned slightly and again his cock, which had gone soft when his first 
nipple was clamped, now started to grow stiff again.

"There we are," Ron said triumphantly, "I think that is ready for the 
clamp now."

He picked up the second nipple cleat from the bed, depressed the lever 
very hard and the jaws opened. Once again he placed the jaws over the 
boy's nipple, this time of course it was the unclamped one, made sure 
that the jaws were as close to the boy's chest as they would go, and 
then released his hand from the lever. The jaws closed over Alan's 
nipple and the boy screamed in pain.

"PLEASE, PLEASE MISTER, PLEASE SIR, PLEASE SIR TAKE THESE FUCKING 
THINGS OFF. THEY ARE RIPPING MY TITS OFF, PLEASE TAKE THEM OFF. I'LL DO 
ANYTHING FOR YOU IF YOU WILL ONLY TAKE THEM OFF" the boy screamed out 
as loudly as he could.

"What a stupid little bugger you fucking are," Ron remarked. "You will 
do anything for me that I want whether the clamps stay on or not. Now 
my brave little faggot those clamps stay where they are. We will have a 
lot of fun with them later."

The boy's screams faded away as the sharp pain in his tits turned to a 
dull ache. The boy lay on the bed with his body twitching from time to 
time.

"You see how you are beginning to get used to our play," Ron said. "I 
do not have to strap you to the bed now. I am pleased about that as I 
love to see your lovely sweet body jumping and jerking around. Now what 
shall we do now?"

"Please don't do anymore to me Sir," the boy said in a wheedling 
tongue. "I'm sure that you would have much more fun with Roger and 
Dennis than what you're having with me."

"Oh I don't know about that" Ron laughed. "We are going to have lots of 
fun together. Forget Roger and Dennis now. I don't want to hear their 
names mentioned again until the time comes when I've had enough of you. 
Then, if you've not snuffed it, we can discuss those two as 
replacements."

"BASTARD, CUNT, SHITHOUSE," Alan screamed, "YOU'RE A FUCKING FAGGOT 
PERVERT. WHY DON'T YOU GO AND FUCK YOURSELF AND LEAVE ME A FUCKING 
LONE?"

"That my lovely faggot boy," Ron said gleefully, "I love it when you 
talk like that. Fucking hell cunt my cock is rock hard again. That's 
the effect that you have on me darling. Now just look at this and tell 
me what you think of it" Ron went on.

He picked up a dildo from the bed and held it in front of the boy's 
eyes.

"You are not saying much now," Ron observed. "This dildo is 12 inches 
long. You think that my cock was big, just wait until I ram this 12 
inch monster up your shit hole, you will really know the meaning of the 
word big. You see how the head is only about one inch across but by 
the time it has reached the 6-inch point on the shaft it is 4 inches 
across. It remains like that to the base. The ring in the base is to 
enable the dildo to be pushed in and out of your arse hole as hard and 
fast as I can manage. Oh and the reason it is black is so that it 
shows up against the white skin of your behind. If you were a black 
boy, and I've had a few of them in my time, I would be using a white 
dildo."

Alan's eyes were big and round as he looked at the impressive 
artificial cock. He could not prevent himself from gasping out, 
"fucking hell cunt you're not going to try to shove that up my pussy 
are you?"

"I most certainly am," Ron replied. "The whole fucking 12 inches will 
be buried deep in your snatch. Now faggot would you like me to use KY 
on it. That is a lubricant and will make it's passage up your shit hole 
a lot easier or would you prefer to be dry fucked with this cock?"

Alan was silent for a moment but he knew that nothing he could do would 
stop this pervert using the dildo on him. If he was going to be fucked 
by it then he would want it to be as painless as possible.

"Please Sir use the KY. I am sure that would be best," the boy said to 
the man.

"No I've had second thoughts about that," the sadist replied. "I think 
that a dry fuck will hurt a lot more and I don't want to turn you into 
a softy. There will be no KY on this dildo. You should count yourself 
lucky that I'm using one with smooth sides. I've one or two with very 
rough sides and when they fuck you it is like having sandpaper fucking 
your pussy. We may use one of those another day."

Alan remained silent, he really could not think of anything to say. He 
was so miserable, his tits were hurting a lot, all the boy wanted was 
to leave this hell house. He really did want to go home.

"Now this is what I'm going to do faggot. I'm going to suck your cock 
as I shove the dildo up your arse hole. I shall fuck you silly with the 
dildo as I suck your cock until you cum. I love eating boys cum it does 
taste so sweet. I shall pull and twist your lovely little balls as I 
fuck your shit hole and suck your cock. From time to time I will give 
the chains on the clamps around your lovely little tits a good hard 
pull. Fucking hell cunt you are in for the time of your life."

Alan tried to close his legs as Ron pushed the dildo between them. The 
man just gave a little laugh and pushed the dildo into the crack of the 
lad's lovely arse hole. In a few moments the tip of the dildo was 
pressing against the boy's anal opening. Ron pushed hard and the boy 
gave a gasp and a little scream as the head of the dildo entered his 
arse hole. It felt very cold to the boy as it entered him but was not 
too thick or unpleasant.

Ron pushed it further up the lad's shit channel and as it progressed 
the thicker part of the shaft began to enter. Now it started to stretch 
the boy's intestines making him start to cry out. Only about three 
inches of the dildo was inside the boy so the thickest part, 4 inches 
across, was still to make itself felt. Alan's legs began to thresh 
about and his hips moved up and down. This was not due to any pleasure 
he might be feeling but with the hope that he could dislodge the 
invader.

In fact his movements, especially his hip movements, were having the 
opposite effect. Ron was pushing the dildo ever deeper into the 
helpless boy's lovely soft body. Now 5 inches was buried inside the 
boy and Alan started to scream.

"TAKE IT OUT CUNT, TAKE THE FUCKING THING OUT," he yelled, "FOR FUCK 
SAKE GET IT OUT IT'S GOING TO FUCKING KILL ME."

"Don't be silly cunt," Ron replied, "I can see how much you enjoy this. 
Look how you are wriggling your body so that you can get more of this 
dildo inside you. Fucking shit just look how soft your lovely little 
cock is. I must do something about that".

As he finished speaking Ron bent his head over the boy's bollocks, 
opened his mouth and sucked in the cock head. He closed his lips 
around the boy's soft penis and began to suck on the delicious little 
red cock head. Then he slowly moved his mouth down so that his lips 
were around the foreskin and pushing it down the shaft of Alan's prick. 
He pulled his mouth back up the boy's cock dragging the lad's foreskin 
up as he did so then pushed it back down again. All the while Ron was 
forcing the dildo ever deeper into the boy's tight love channel.

"Oooh stop," Alan said, but he was no longer screaming, "please Sir 
stop it is splitting me in half."

As the dildo was pushed deeper into the boy's body it must indeed have 
felt as if he were being split in half. Nine inches of the artificial 
cock was now up the lad's shit hole. Alan's intestines were being 
stretched to breaking point now that the four-inch part of the shaft 
was inside his body.

Ron's attention to Alan's sweet cock was beginning to bear fruit. The 
boy's cock was stiffening as Ron's tight lips worked the fore skin up 
and down the shaft. It was getting stiffer and stiffer as every second 
passed and all the while Ron was working the dildo further into the 
groaning lad's sweet hole. Now he had got the whole of the dildo 
buried inside the boy. Had it not been for the fact that he was 
gripping the ring in the base of the artificial cock the dildo would 
have disappeared from sight as the boy's arse hole muscles would have 
closed the gate after it's entrance.

The boy's cock was now rock hard and Ron was swallowing the entire 
length as he moved his mouth down the shaft until his nose was buried 
in the boy's soft hairless belly at the base of his cock. His chin 
pressed hard against the lad's small balls and then, as the man pulled 
the dildo from Alan's arse hole so he raised his mouth back up the 
shaft of the boy's cock. He thrust the dildo back up Alan's love 
channel as he pushed his mouth back down the boy's cock. The two 
movements were now being synchronised.

Alan was groaning loudly "oooh yes suck my cock bastard," he moaned, 
"that's the way cunt keep sucking. Oh shit, oh fuck, this feels fucking 
wonderful."

As the horny boy uttered these words he was thrusting his hips down 
forcing his body onto the dildo as Ron pushed it up his lovely hole. 
Then the boy raised his hips pulling his body from the cock as Ron 
pulled it out. The boy was joining in quite willingly as Ron fucked 
his arse hole with the dildo and wanked the lad's cock with his mouth.

"Shit, shit shit," the boy exclaimed, "this feels fucking good please 
don't stop" as the dildo fucked him relentlessly and Ron sucked hard on 
the lad's cock.

Ron lifted his mouth from Alan's dick. The boy's cock stood erect the 
foreskin hard back and the red cock head glistening in the light. It 
throbbed and jerked about of its own accord as the boy begged Ron to 
continue.

"Please suck my cock Sir, please get your hot mouth round my love stick 
and work it up and down. Oh you bastard I love it so much, please suck 
it some more," he pleaded.

"All in good time faggot," Ron said. Then with a smug voice he went on, 
"I knew you were a faggot. Just look how you're fucking yourself on the 
dildo."

That was true, Alan was indeed fucking himself on the dildo. As his 
cock throbbed relentlessly the boy continued to push his body up and 
down as Ron thrust the dildo in and out of his tight shit hole.

As Ron continued to fuck the boy with the black dildo he now used his 
other hand to jerk on the chains attached to the nipple clamps. He was 
not gentle but pulled really hard sending shafts of pain through the 
lad's tits.

"Oooh stop that cunt," the boy gasped, "fuck me and suck me but leave 
my tits alone" he groaned as Ron thrust the dildo in and out of the 
boy's love channel and yanked the chains attached to the lad's nipples 
up and down.

Ron now bent his head back over the boy's stiff penis, opened his mouth 
and closed it around that hard cock. He started to suck hard as he 
moved his mouth up and down the shaft. He was still fucking the lad's 
arse hole with the dildo and yanking hard on the boy's aching nipples.

"Oooh shit that's more that I can take," groaned the boy, "fucking hell 
cunt fuck me harder, suck my cock and make me cum. Come on bastard 
fuck me with the dildo. Get it up my fucking arse hole. SUCK ME, SUCK 
ME, SUCK ME," the sex crazed boy cried out.

Now Ron could feel the boy's body start to stiffen. He could feel the 
lad's leg muscles clench. He knew that very shortly the boy would be 
shooting his load. He let go of the chains attached to the nipple 
clamps but continued to drive the dildo in and out of the kid's arse 
hole as he sucked hard on the boy's wonderful cock.

Now Alan's back arched as Ron took hold of the boy's balls and began to 
twist and pull them as he continued to suck the cock and fuck the lad's 
shit hole.

"I'M FUCKING CUMMING," the boy screamed, "SHIT, FUCKING SHIT I'M 
CUMMING," he yelled as he shot his hot but thin boy's love juice into 
the man's mouth.

Ron swallowed it all as the boy's cock spurted an endless stream of the 
sperm. It was lovely, it tasted so sweet, it was all that Ron could 
have asked for. He continued to suck the boy's spurting cock not 
wishing to lose a drop of the juice and he never stopped ramming the 
dildo in and out of the boy for one second.

"OOH FUCKING SHIT THIS IS GREAT," Alan screamed, "I LOVE IT, I LOVE IT, 
OH YES THIS IS FUCKING WONDERFUL. SUCK ME DRY CUNT, COME ON PERVERT 
FUCK MY ARSE AS YOU SUCK ALL MY JUICE FROM ME."

Of course all things come to an end and after a few moments that seemed 
like hours Alan had shot all his boy sperm into the eager throat of his 
abuser.

Ron lifted his head from the boy's cock and, smacking his lips, said to 
the wanton boy "shit faggot that was delicious, you have given me a 
lovely meal. Your cock takes some beating I tell you. I've sucked lots 
of boys cocks in my time but I do declare that yours is one of the best 
I've ever tasted."

As he spoke to the exhausted lad he continued to push the dildo in and 
out of the boy's shit hole.

"Please Sir," Alan said in a quiet voice all his lust have left his 
body when his cock deposited its load, "please Sir will you stop 
fucking me now it, no longer feels good."

"No wanker, I won't stop fucking you now. I shall fuck you with this 
dildo for at least another hour. Fucking hell shit head do you think 
I'm here to please you?"

As the man spoke he thrust the dildo back in the boy's arse hole and 
pulled it out then thrust it back in again. His movements were savage; 
he was intent on showing the boy that he could still be a right 
bastard. Once again he took hold of the chains attached to the nipple 
clamps and began to pull and jerk them.

Shards of pain shot through the boy's tits as they were pulled savagely 
first one way and then the other. At the same time his arse hole was 
feeling extremely sore as the man continued to drive the 12-inch dildo 
in and out of his shit channel. The boy was in that after sex sort of 
state and this continued treatment no longer felt good.

"Please fucker," he said, "stop this. I don't want you to keep fucking 
my arse hole and hurting my tits. For fuck sake bastard haven't you had 
enough?"

"No cunt I've not had enough. You will soon realise that you're my sex 
toy. I will play with you for as long as I want. I decide when to 
fucking stop not a snotty nosed little jerk like you."

Ron removed the dildo completely. He looked at the shit covered sex 
toy then glanced down at the lad's wide-open shit channel.

"Here we go again," he grunted as he slammed the dildo back up the 
boy's backside not stopping until Alan had been impaled by the entire 
12-inches.

This continued unceasingly for more than an hour. The boy in turns 
shouted obscenities, pleaded for mercy, begged the man to stop but each 
request fell on deaf ears. Not only was the boy fucked relentlessly by 
the dildo Ron also played with the lad's nipples by jerking and pulling 
the chains. From a state of sheer ecstasy the boy had descended to one 
of pain and misery. All he could do was to vent his feelings by 
shouting and screaming as he longed for his torment to end. At long 
last it did end.

Ron pulled the dildo from the lad's sore arse hole one last time. He 
looked at the 12-inch black dildo that was now covered in the boy's 
shit and then he looked down at his young victim and smiled.

"Faggot my cock is so hard that I just cannot wait, I must fuck your 
bloody pussy. I'm going to mount you from the front and we will fuck 
just like a boy and girl. You will be the girl of course," he added 
with a laugh.

"Please Sir," Alan said not really expecting his abuser to agree, "can 
we have a rest because my arse hole is really sore?"

"Hard luck bitch," was Ron's retort, "my fucking cock is rock hard and 
leaking precum as if there was no tomorrow. I must fuck your arse hole 
right now."

He got on top of Alan pushing the boy's legs up to the lad's shoulders 
thus raising the boy's butt into the air. Then he placed his hard tool 
against the still very loose opening to Alan's house of delight. Then 
he pushed hard and drove all eight and a half inches of his cock 
straight up the lad's love channel. He did not stop until his big 
balls were pressing against the cheeks of the boy's arse.

"Oooh," said Alan half in pain and half in pleasure. "Oooh" he 
repeated, "please man don't be too rough."

Ron snorted at that request as he pulled his cock right out of the 
boy's shit hole and then drove it straight the way back in again. All 
the while Ron had been holding the shit covered dildo in his right 
hand. Now, with his cock impaling the boy, he looked down at the lad 
and said, "I've got something else for you to enjoy. Open your mouth 
fucker I've got something to put inside it."

Alan was not sure what the man was going to do but he opened his mouth 
obediently. He had learnt that it was much better to do as ordered than 
to try to resist his captor.

Then, as he pulled his cock from the boy's intestines" Ron put the head 
of the shit covered dildo into the lad's mouth.

"Suck that bitch," Ron snarled, "enjoy cleaning your shit off the shaft 
as I continue to fuck your arse hole."

Then he drove his hard cock back up the boy's shit channel as he pushed 
five inches of the dildo into Alan's mouth and down his throat. Alan 
could hardly breathe as his throat was filled with that shit covered 
artificial cock. The smell of shit filled his nostrils, the taste of 
shit filled his mouth and the constant driving in and out of his arse 
hole by the man's cock was sending the boy into a frenzy.

"That's my bitch," Ron grunted driving his cock in and out of the boy's 
arse hole as he rammed the dildo further down the lad's throat. "Come 
on boy grip my fucking cock with your arse, lick that fucking dildo 
clean."

Fortunately for Alan who was beginning to choke to death on the huge 
dildo filling his throat Ron chose that moment to pull his cock out of 
the boy's arse hole and the dildo out of the lad's mouth.

"You like this fucker, are you enjoying yourself cunt?" Ron asked the 
gasping boy.

"No," Alan managed to croak, "you're a bastard and I hate you."

"Good that's what I like to hear from my boy bitch," Ron said and drove 
both the dildo and his cock back into the young lad's body.

The boy was managing to breathe through his nose as now more than seven 
inches of the dildo filled his mouth and throat. Ron's cock was 
hammering in and out of his victim's sorely abused shit hole.

Once again Ron pulled the dildo from the boy's mouth. This time he left 
his cock buried deep in his young sex toy's bowels.

"For a change lick the rest of this dildo," Ron said to the much 
relieved boy. "I want you to clean all the shit off this fucking thing 
whilst I continue to work on your pussy. If you don't want this 
fucking toy down your throat again you will wrap your legs around my 
waist, hook one ankle over the other, and start to assist me to fuck 
you."

Alan knew that if he had much more of that terribly thick dildo shoved 
down his narrow throat it most certainly would kill him. He would do 
anything to avoid having that toy shoved back down his throat and 
anyway, what the hell, being fucked was not so bloody bad after all.

He moved his legs so that they were wrapped around the waist of his 
rapist. He locked one ankle over the other so that his legs were now 
tight around Ron's body. As Ron pulled his cock out of Alan's arse 
hole the boy pulled his hips away from the man. Then Ron drove his big 
cock back up the boy's shit hole as Alan pushed his body into that of 
the man that was fucking him. In a very few moments the two were 
working as a team. As Ron pushed his cock into the boy Alan pushed his 
hips forward. As Ron pulled his cock out of that boy's lovely arse 
hole Alan pulled his hips away from the man's body.

All the while this was happening the lad was licking the dildo that Ron 
was holding across the boy's lips. As Alan licked the shit off the 
artificial cock Ron slowly turned it so that the boy did not miss a 
single spot. The taste of the shit was making the lad want to vomit; 
he hated that taste and knew that he never would get used to it. 
However licking the dildo whilst it was outside his mouth was 
preferable to having to suck it whilst it was being shoved down his 
throat.

Ron continued to fuck the boy for more than 45 minutes. It was not all 
"non-stop" action as Ron stopped frequently to rest whenever he felt 
near to shooting his load.

By now the dildo was spotlessly clean. Alan had made a very good job of 
his task and not a trace of shit could be found anywhere on that 12-
inch long monster. Ron tossed it to one side.

He bent over the boy's body and began to kiss him on the lips as he 
continued to fuck the boy. The two were still working together like a 
very good team. Ron forced his tongue into Alan's mouth and then began 
to French kiss him. He sucked on the boy's lovely pink tongue as his 
cock rammed in and out of the boy's love channel.

Ron stopped kissing the lad as he felt his body stiffen. He knew that 
any moment now he would be shooting his load and not even a rest would 
prevent it. He was thrusting his cock in and out of the boy's hole at a 
tremendous rate of knots whilst the boy was matching his every move by 
thrusting his body on and off that rampaging tool.

"FUCKING SHIT BITCH I'M CUMMING, I'M FUCKING CUMMING UP YOUR SHIT HOLE" 
Ron shouted as his cock started to erupt. He shot his hot cream deep 
into the boy's guts as he screamed at the boy "SHIT, SHIT, SHIT I'M 
CUMMING UP YOUR SWEET HOLE. I'M FILLING MY BOY BITCH WITH MY JUICE."

Alan was also carried away on a carpet of lust and passion. His little 
boy cock was as stiff as a lead pencil and he now joined in the noise.

"FUCK ME CUNT, FUCK ME CUNT," he shouted at Ron, "FUCK MY PUSSY AND 
FILL YOUR BOY BITCH WITH YOUR HOT JUICE. COME ON BASTARD FUCK ME, SHOW 
ME YOU'RE A MAN AND FUCK ME."

Ron obliged. He pulled his still rampant cock straight out of the 
boy's arse hole and then thrust it back in again, driving it onwards 
right in to the hilt. Once again Ron's cock erupted shooting a second 
load of lovely sperm deep into the boy's bowels as both man and boy 
screamed out together not wanting this action to stop.

Five times Ron shot his hot sperm into the boy. Alan was quite 
insatiable as he kept yelling for Ron to fuck him harder, screaming for 
more of the man's hot juice. As Ron shot his juice up his boy bitch 
for the 5th time Alan's body started to shake and shudder and then the 
boy began shooting his own sperm. He shot a load of boy cum between his 
and Ron's body. So forceful was the ejaculation that some of the cum 
landed on Alan's own lips and the boy licked it into his mouth eagerly. 
More hit Ron's chest and dripped down onto the boys body. The man 
leant down and quickly licked it up.

"Fucking hell faggot your cream tastes so good," Ron said licking his 
lips, "I just hate to see any of it wasted."

He rested a while on top of the boy with his cock still buried deep in 
the lad's hot insides. Then he pulled out and knelt astride the boy's 
chest.

"Lick my fucking cock clean cunt and make a fucking good job of it," 
Ron said.

The man's cock was covered in sperm and also with streaks of shit. 
There was no sign of any blood indicating that Alan's arse hole was 
getting used to being fucked.

The boy stuck out his little pink tongue and began to clean the man's 
tool. He quite liked the taste of the sperm but wished that there was 
no shit involved. It took him ten minutes to get Ron's cock spotless. 
Then Ron told the boy to give him a quick suck.

He shoved his semi hard cock into the lad's mouth and Alan started 
sucking hard. After the dildo sucking Ron's cock was a piece of cake 
and Alan made a very good job of it. Ron was, by now pretty exhausted 
and after a few minutes he pulled his cock from the boy's mouth and got 
off the lad's body kneeling down beside him.

"Turn over and kneel on your hands and knees," Ron ordered in a hoarse 
voice.

The boy obeyed wondering with trepidation what was now going to happen. 
He was mightily surprised by what Ron did next. The man knelt behind 
the boy and spread the cheeks of the lad's arse with his hands. Then he 
put his mouth to the boy's arse hole and began sucking.

Alan could feel the sperm being sucked from his arse hole and could 
hear Ron slurping and swallowing. The whole idea of what the man was 
doing seemed to the boy to be gross, filthy, disgusting and quite 
unbelievable. But Alan had to believe it because it was happening. Ron 
was sucking his own sperm from out of the boy's shit hole where he had 
earlier deposited it.

Ron came up for air and said, "fucking hell bitch that's lovely. I 
really do enjoy eating my sperm when it has come down a boy bitch's 
arse hole. Now I want to change things slightly. I will lie on the bed 
on my back. Sit on my face with your shit hole over my mouth and I will 
continue to suck and lick. Shit my juice out of your arse hole and into 
my mouth and if I should receive one of your lovely turds, well that's 
the way of the world."

They took up their positions and Alan could feel the man sucking and 
slurping. He started to try and shit just as if he was sitting on a 
toilet seat. This was so gross, so utterly unbelievable that the boy 
could feel his cock harden from the sheer excitement of the event. The 
man's lips were pressed hard around his arse hole and Alan could feel 
Ron's hot tongue making quick little jabs into his shit hole. It was 
rather like the tongue of a snake that flashed in and out.

Ron's hands had found the boy's hard cock, at least one hand had. He 
was using his other hand to pull and jerk the chain attached to the 
nipple clamps fixed to Alan's tits.

Alan was straining to force the last drops of the man's sperm from his 
body, he was groaning with pain from his tits and at the same time 
moaning with the pleasure Ron's hard hand on his cock was giving him. 
Once there was no more sperm to suck from the boy's arse hole Ron 
pushed the lad off his face.

"Well," he said, "that was quite delicious. I loved eating my sperm 
from your boy bitch's pussy."

Ron got off the bed and then went on "fucking hell faggot you are a 
horny little bastard. Look at your fucking cock it's fucking hard 
again."

He walked toward the door and looking back at the boy lying on the bed 
he said "I'm off for a rest for a while. When next I come back I have a 
little branding job to do. I must mark you as my property." He grinned 
at the boy, "you've had a real good sex session with me today. I 
wonder whether you enjoy the next session nearly as much. I act the 
part of a torturer, and guess what part you take."

With that he left the room leaving young Alan to his thoughts.


Part 3

Ron had gone away for a rest and he slept for several hours. Alan was 
lying on the bed where Ron had left him wondering how long it would be 
before the man returned.

He drifted off to sleep but his slumbers were fitful and he kept 
awaking covered in sweat as relived some of the experiences that he had 
undergone with Ron.

Eventually he just lay with his eyes wide open. This boy, who when the 
man had first kidnapped him had been full of bravado, was now too 
frightened to even move off the bed. He would have loved to have seen 
what all the things that Ron had hidden away in the cupboard but he was 
just plain to shit scared of the man to go and have a look.

He heard the door opening and Ron walked in. He looked nice and fresh 
and walked in a very relaxed manner. He was carrying what looked like a 
small gas oven. It had a gas ring of the type used for boiling water on 
the top. The man stood the oven on the floor. Ron's cock was now soft 
and swung backwards and forwards as he walked towards the boy on the 
bed.

"I hope that you had a nice nap cunt" Ron greeted the boy. "I am now 
just in the mood to play with you again. Our games will be slightly 
different now but I'm sure that in time you will come to enjoy them 
just as much as I do."

Ron walked across to the cupboard and removed what looked like a metal 
tool with a wooden handle. He also picked up some cards.

"Get on the table faggot," Ron said to the boy and Alan jumped off the 
bed and ran across to the table and sat on it. The boy was eager to 
please his captor in the hope that his abuser would treat him more 
kindly if he was helpful and co-operative. What a naïve boy Alan was in 
many ways!

Ron stood in front of the boy and smiled very kindly at him.

"Faggot you are turning into an excellent sex slave," he said. "Because 
of that I must mark you as my property. You see this iron in my hand?" 
he said brandishing the tool that he had taken from the cupboard. "Well 
this is called a branding iron. It is a circle with the letter R inside 
the circle. I will use that gas stove that I have brought in with me to 
get it white hot and then I will brand you with my own special brand. 
Now then fucker aren't you pleased about that?"

The poor boy started to shake as he said to the man, "no Sir please 
don't burn me, I beg you not to do that. I will do anything that I can 
to help you, I will get you Roger and Dennis. There is nothing that I 
will not do but please, please, Sir don't burn me."

As he pleaded the 14-year-old boy could not hold back his tears and 
started to cry.

"I thought you would be very happy that I had decided to mark you with 
my special brand," said Ron looking very innocent. "Not many boys are 
selected for such an honour, you are one of a very special group."

The man smiled at the crying boy, patted Alan's knee, and then spoke 
again.

"Now I am not sure where I should brand you. I could put my mark on 
your face, on your chest, on your arse or on your thigh. You will be 
the one that decides. I have four cards in my hand, now pick one and 
show it to me."

The boy, still crying, reached out with a shaking hand and drew on of 
the four cards that the man was holding in his hand. He showed it to 
Ron.

"That's a good choice to make bitch," Ron said, "you've chosen to have 
the brand on your chest. Just to prove the choice was yours here are 
the other three cards." He tossed them onto the table beside Alan and 
the boy could see clearly three pictures, a face, a boy's arse and a 
bare thigh. "This is the one you chose" and Ron three a card with the 
picture of a boy's chest on top of the other cards.

Leaving the boy sitting on the table the confident man went over to the 
gas stove and, using a box of matches that was with it, lit the gas 
ring on top of the stove. He placed the branding iron over the burning 
ring so that the end with the R in a circle was resting in the flame.

"It will take a few minutes to get hot enough to brand you. That will 
give me time to tie you down. Its not that I don't trust you to remain 
still during the branding but I need you to be quite still whilst the 
iron burns into your flesh. That way the brand will really stand out. I 
do like to make a good job of the things that I do" Ron said as he made 
sure that the straps and ropes were in place around the table.

Alan could see the branding iron turning red hot in the gas flame and 
suddenly went crazy. He flung himself at Ron with a terrific yell as he 
tried to kick the man in the balls and claw his eyes out. Ron caught 
the boy as he flung himself at him. The man was very strong and held 
onto the struggling boy who was kicking out and screaming "LET ME GO 
BASTARD, LET ME GO FUCK PIG. I'LL FUCKING KILL YOU IF YOU DON'T LET ME 
GO."

Ron laughed at the lad's efforts and then, using both hands, lifted the 
boy over his head. Then he slammed him down on the hard table knocking 
the breath out of the lad.

"Now you fucking little fire brand lay down on your back," Ron snarled, 
"and put your arms over your head."

Alan's moment of madness had passed and now he slipped into deep 
despair. He put his arms above his head and did not resist whilst Ron 
tied his wrists very tightly to the table legs. He did the same with 
the boy's ankles. Then, once more, he tied the boy tightly to the table 
by passing a rope over his belly and a second rope over the top of his 
chest just below the neck. Both ropes were tied tightly underneath the 
table.

Ron looked down at the ashen-faced boy and said, "When I have finished 
branding you I shall tie you to the vaulting horse and give you a 
hiding that you will never forget. Then I shall fuck you."

The man crossed to the gas fire and picked up the branding iron that 
was now white hot. He returned to the boy and said "about 6 inches 
above your right nipple I think."

Then Ron held the hot iron over the boy's chest making sure that the R 
would be the correct way up on the lad's body. Once he was satisfied 
that he had got it right he pressed the white-hot iron into the tender 
flesh of the boy's lovely hairless chest.

Alan screamed. He screamed so loudly and so long that it was amazing 
his vocal chords were not strained. The hot iron was held on his flesh 
for a full two minutes during which time the boy never ceased 
screaming. Blue smoke rose from the boy's body and the smell of burning 
flesh filled the room.

As Ron removed the branding iron from the screaming lad's chest he 
remarked, "Yeah I think that's just about right. It will look real 
pretty when it's healed."

Leaving the boy tied to the table Ron put out the gas fire and moved it 
to the corner of the room. Then he returned to the table and untied the 
sobbing boy.

All Alan could do was sob out, "bastard, bastard, bastard, you're 
nothing but a fucking bastard". He kept repeating this over and over 
again as he cried. His chest felt as if it was on fire. He still had 
the nipple clamps fixed to his tits but the pain from those nipples was 
lost in the agony that he was suffering from his burnt chest.

Having removed all the bonds from the boy's body Ron look at the crying 
lad and then said "I must take those nipple clamps off for a while. 
They really have been on much too long. We don't want your lovely boy 
bitch titties dropping off do we?

He was not really expecting an answer from the lad.

Ron bent over the crying boy, took hold of the left clamp and depressed 
the spring lever. The jaws of the clamp opened and Ron tossed it onto 
the table. The clamp squashed the boy's nipple in but it certainly 
seemed to have grown longer. Then the blood began to circulate in it 
making the tit swell and look big. As that happened Alan let out an 
almighty scream of pain as the circulating blood brought his nipple 
back to life. For a few brief moments the pain from the nipple swamped 
the pain from the burnt chest.

Now Ron leant across the boy to remove the clamp from the right nipple. 
As he removed it the effect on Alan was exactly the same as when the 
first clamp had been removed. Once again the pain from the nipple that 
had come back to life swamped the pain from the boy's burnt chest.

Very quickly the two nipples returned to normal and no longer hurt the 
boy. Alan was now suffering once more from the terrible pain caused by 
his burnt chest.

Ron looked at the boy's chest and remarked that the brand should stand 
out very well once it had healed. He ordered the boy to get off the bed 
and go across to the vaulting horse. When Alan reach it the man ordered 
him to lie across it with his head hanging down one of the wooden sides 
and his legs hanging down the other. Inset into the wooden sides were 
metal rings with manacles attached by very short chains. He attached a 
manacle to each of the boy's wrists on one side of the vault and a 
manacle to each of the lad's ankles on the other side. The boy's bare 
backside was resting very nicely over the top of the leather covered 
padding of the horse.

"Now you ungrateful little shit house," Ron said, "I shall punish you 
for attacking me. I have several whips and canes in the cupboard and I 
shall try most of them on your arse. By the time that I've finished 
your fucking backside will be red raw and bleeding. Then I'll fuck you 
to my hearts content. I'll teach you to try and refuse having my 
special mark branded on your flesh. Now bitch I hope to hear a lot of 
screaming and crying. Look you little fuck pig, my cocks already 
getting hard at the thought of what I'm to do."

Poor Alan, scared shitless at what was to happen and unable to do 
anything about it, looked at Ron's cock just a few inches from his face 
and saw that the man spoke the truth. Ron's cock was once more erect, 
eight and a half inches of throbbing manhood a mere tongues distance 
from the boy's mouth. Alan wished very much that he could lick and suck 
that huge love stick rather than have the living daylights knocked out 
of him.

"Please Sir," the boy whimpered, "please don't beat me. I promise that 
I will never try and attack you again. It was just that I was so shit 
scared of being burnt that I lost my marbles for a moment. Please I beg 
of you not to hit me. Fuck me instead but please don't beat me."

The fear of the whipping had driven most of the pain from the boy's 
mind. Even the searing ache from the burn on his chest was nothing 
compared to the fear that filled his head. "If only his kidnapper would 
listen to his pleas," the unhappy and frightened boy thought.

"I enjoy whipping and caning boys," Ron said complacently. "Look upon 
this as doing me a favour and making me happy. It can be your thank you 
to me showing how grateful you that I have fucked your arse hole and 
mouth."

The man now went to the cupboard and returned carrying and assortment 
of whips and canes. He selected a very thick cane to begin the 
punishment with. The cane was about an inch thick and not very pliable. 
Ron raised it above his head and brought it down with a resounding 
thwack across the boy's exposed buttocks. Alan screamed as the cane 
struck him although it did not raise a weal it did leave a red mark 
behind.

Ron struck the boy four times with the thick cane, each blow producing 
a cry of pain from the boy. Then he tossed the cane to one side saying 
"I don't think that this one is much good. Let's try a whip instead."

Alan was whimpering, more from fear than from pain, as Ron selected a 
short riding crop, the type that jockey's use on the race horses.

"This one may make you sit up a bit fucker," he said to the boy that he 
was justifiably punishing for daring to attack him earlier.

He raised the whip above his head and brought it swishing down with 
considerable force striking the quivering cheeks of the boy's arse. It 
left a very deep red line where it had contacted the tender flesh and 
Alan let out a long howl of anguish. The man struck the boy a second 
time, the whip landing almost parallel to the earlier blow. Another 
loud but longer howl of pain from the boy resounded around the room as 
a second deep red line appeared on the lovely white back side of the 
errant lad.

This time Ron used the whip six times on the boy's backside. When he 
had finished six deep red lines showed up clearly as the boy howled, 
screamed and cried.

"You are making a lot of fucking noise bitch" Ron said, "I hope that 
means that you are having a good time. I know that I am, just look how 
hard my cock is and see the way that it is dripping precum. Fucking 
hell boy what a fucking I'll give you when I have finished whipping and 
caning you. What a lucky little bastard you are."

Ron now threw the riding crop to one side as he picked up a thin cane. 
This one was very pliable and made swishing noises as he swung it 
through the air.

"I'm sure you will enjoy this cane," Ron remarked to the crying boy. 
"It will really cut deep into you flesh."

With that Ron struck the boy a hard blow with the cane, positioning it 
so that the cane struck across the red lines already marking the poor 
boy's cruel punishment. The cane did indeed cut deeply into the boy's 
flesh and traces of blood could now be seen. Ron raised the cane a 
second time and struck the screaming boy again across the cheeks of his 
bare arse. Blow after blow the man landed on the boy. Alan's arse 
marked with lines criss crossing all over it. Blood was seeping from 
some of the wounds; others were now red welts.

Alan screamed, howled and cried but he did not ask the man to stop. He 
was in far too much pain to be able to form words let alone a complete 
sentence.

As Ron hit the boy, it was the 12th stroke from that particular cane. 
He started to chat to the boy.

"This is good don't you think darling," he said to the screaming young 
lad. "I can see how much you enjoy your punishment and, good news, 
there is a lot more to come" he said as he struck the boy a 13th and 
then 14th blow with the cane.

"I do love using this cane, it is so nice and thin and makes the most 
beautiful marks on your lovely behind," Ron said to his howling victim 
as he struck him for the 15th time with that cane. "I think I will give 
you another 5 strokes with his before switching to a whip."

The man raised his arm and brought the cane swish down through the air 
to strike the pain demented lad once more. Then again, and again until 
the boy had received 20 strokes of the cane.

Alan's punishment had been going on for more than an hour and Ron's arm 
was beginning to ache. The boy's buttocks were a mess of red lines and 
welts and blood was running freely from his wounds. The boy was 
screaming and howling, crying and sobbing but it was having no effect 
whatsoever on the man punishing him. In fact that is not true, it was 
having a most erotic effect on the man punishing him. Ron's cock was 
hard, throbbing and jerking and seeping precum.

"I think we will have a natural break bitch," Ron said with a laugh to 
the screaming boy. "My arm is aching and, unless I rest, my blows will 
get much weaker and I know that you do not want that."

Slowly Alan's cries subsided as he realised that, at least for the 
moment, the beating had stopped. His buttocks were burning, aching and 
throbbing with pain. Not only that they felt red raw. The burn on his 
chest was also hurting him a lot now. However, because of his position 
over the vaulting horse, there was nothing that the boy could do.

"I think that when I resume the punishment slut I will restrict it to 
20 lashes of a specially knotted whip that I have and 6 strokes of a 
very thin and pliable metal rod. The metal rod will be the last 
instrument that I will use as it will cut the cheeks of your arse to 
ribbons. Then I will give you a good fucking by which time it will be 
time for you to eat. How does that sound to you bitch, is that 
programme okay by you?" Ron asked the weeping young lad.

Alan had got his voice back now that the whipping and caning had 
ceased. "Please Sir I beg you, please just fuck my shit hole but do not 
hit me any more. I promise that I will be good."

"Too late for such promises now," the hardhearted man replied. He 
looked pensively at the boy for a couple of minutes then said "tell me 
more about you half brother Roger. Is he a virgin or does his father 
fuck his pussy?"

"I think that he is a virgin," Alan replied, I do not think that dad 
touches him, he never interfered with me."

"Is he a cute looking kid, what dos he look like? Describe him to me" 
was Ron's next request.

"He's just a normal looking fucker I guess," said Alan. "The little 
bastard is about 4 feet tall, skinny and has blonde hair and blue eyes. 
I expect that you would love him because he cries at the slightest 
little thing. He would suit a pervert like you down to the ground."

"What's his fucking cock like, has he got a big one or a teeny weeny 
one? Has he got a foreskin like you? Does he play with his cock a lot? 
Ron asked.

"I don't really know," Alan said surprisingly feeling embarrassed. 
"I've seen his cock of course and it always looks very small. He does 
have a foreskin but I don't think he plays with I very much. No more 
than most boys do.

"If I agreed to suspend the rest of your punishment can you suggest a 
way in which I can get my hands on the little faggot?" Ron asked.

"Would you also let me go?" Alan asked eagerly.

"Well I have to fuck you some more before that happens but if we come 
up with a real good scheme to get both Roger and Dennis then I probably 
will let you go" Ron answered.

The man knew that he would never release Alan no matter what the boy 
arranged with him regarding the other two kids. Ron had already made 
tentative arrangements to pass Alan to 3 paedophiles in exchange for a 
fair sum of money. He knew that the men would snuff the kid eventually 
but that was not his problem.

Alan said that it would be simple to arrange for Dennis to be 
kidnapped. He would contact him and arrange to meet in a quiet place 
and Ron could be there instead. He could kidnap the boy quite easily. 
However Roger was a more difficult matter. He was not sure how he would 
be able to speak to his younger half-brother now that he had been 
kicked out of his home. If Roger went missing he was sure that his step 
mother would not want him back and Alan desperately wanted to return to 
his home where he would feel safe and secure.

"What about when the kid returns home after school?" Ron asked. "Does 
he go home alone or does his mum take him home from school?"

Alan grinned and said, "I know the best time to snatch him. On Sunday 
mornings he goes pony riding and has to walk by himself to the riding 
school. It is about half an hour from home and there is never anybody 
around on Sundays at that time."

He thought for a moment and then said, "you could kidnap him after I 
have been allowed to return home. That way he would have gone missing 
after I was back with my dad and my step mum would not be able to throw 
me out."

"Good," said Ron, "I will work out all the details later. You have been 
very good bitch so I will not punish you any further today. I'm sure 
that you would prefer me to fuck your sweet pussy rather than beat the 
living daylights out of you. Am I right?"

"Oh yes," said Alan gratefully, "I would like you to fuck my pussy. I 
hate it when you whip me or cane me, it does hurt so much."

Ron released the boy from his bonds and told him to get down on the 
floor doggy style. "I feel like mounting you from behind, I'll fuck you 
just like a dog fucks his bitch," the man said to the boy.

The burn on Alan's chest was still very painful and his buttocks hurt a 
hell of a lot. He was beginning to get used to being fucked and could 
only hope that the man would not make his red raw buttocks any worse 
when he started to mount him. He knelt on the floor as ordered as 
waited for the man to get down beside him and start to shove his big 
cock up his tight little pussy. Alan's little cock was beginning to 
harden; the boy was starting to look forward to a big cock up his arse 
hole.

Ron knelt behind the boy and put his hands around Alan's waist. He 
immediately felt the boy's knob as the lad's cock was erect and banging 
against his belly.

"What a fucking hot little bitch you are," Ron said, "now get your arse 
hole open and let my fucking cock in" he added as he pushed his rampant 
tool against the adorable lips of the boy's shit hole.

Alan did as ordered. He had quickly learnt that if he tried to shit as 
Ron was pushing his cock against his arse hole then his sphincter would 
relax and the rapist could make a easier entry causing him a lot less 
pain. His hole opened and Ron thrust his cock head in followed by the 
rest of the eight-and-half -inch shaft burying itself deep inside the 
boy. Ron's big balls bounced against the lad's buttocks as Alan gave a 
big sigh.

"Oooh that fucking hurt but shit it does feel fucking good," the young 
lad said.

"Yes bitch you're a real cock loving little slut now," Ron said as he 
pulled his tool out of the boy's tight pussy and then slammed it back 
in again.

Ron did not waste time but started to slam in and out of the lad's shit 
hole as hard and fast as he could. Young Alan started to push his arse 
back to meet the thrusting cock and pulled away as the cock started to 
withdraw before pushing back against Ron to welcome his wonderful 
invader.

"God man that's wonderful," Alan breathed out, "fuck me bastard, fuck 
my pussy as hard as you can. Come on cunt get your big cock up my shit 
hole fuck me until your cock comes pout of my mouth."

The man grunted and laughed "I'll fuck you alright you dirty little 
shit. I'll keep shoving my cock up your tight arse hole until I shoot 
my fucking load." As Ron spoke he continued to fuck away at the boy's 
sweet tight pussy, in and out, in and out, he drove his cock 
relentlessly into his willing victim. "Yes bastard I'll fuck you and 
when I have finished you will beg me for more" he said to the panting 
boy.

Now Ron's body began to tighten and Alan could feel the man's cock head 
in his guts swelling up. It was throbbing and pulsating inside him.

"Fuck me mister, fuck me real hard," Alan panted out, "shoot your hot 
cum up my arse hole. Fuck me as much as you want. Oh yes you fucking 
bastard get your cock deep inside me, I love that great big fucker up 
my shit hole" the sex crazed youngster cried out.

Ron was thrusting his cock in and out of the boy as hard as he could 
possibly go.

"I'M CUMMING CUNT, I'M CUMMING," the man shouted as he shot his first 
hot load into the boy's guts.

"FUCK ME, FUCK ME, FUCK ME, GIVE ME YOUR HOT CUM," the wanton boy 
screamed as Ron shot a second load of his juice into the boy's eager 
body.

As Ron withdrew his cock from Alan's arse hole the lustful boy panted, 
"Please don't stop fucking me pervert, fuck me some more, I want more 
of your hot juice up my arse hole."

"You'll get it bastard, you'll get it you cock loving little bitch" Ron 
replied as he drove his hard cock back up the boy's rectum giving young 
Alan another gutful of his juice.

Ron continued to fuck the boy hard as he shot twice more into the lad's 
bowels. When his balls were drained the man lay exhausted over the back 
of his young victim. His cock was still deep inside the boy.

"That was fucking wonderful," Ron said, "you have one of the best 
pussy's that I've ever fucked."

"Oh please don't stop yet," Alan pleaded "I really want you to fuck me 
a lot more."

Ron pulled his now rapidly dwindling cock from the boy's arse hole.

"Sorry bitch," he said but my cock can't fuck your arse any more at 
present. Turn around and suck my love stick instead."

Alan, now rapidly becoming a wanton cock lover, turned around and, 
opening his mouth took the whole of Ron's cock into his mouth. No 
longer did the boy care that the penis was covered in sperm (in fact he 
loved that part) and also streaked with shit (that he would have 
preferred not to have been there) he took the cock and started to suck 
very hard.

"Lick it a bit," said Ron, "get your hot little tongue around my cock 
and give it a good fucking licking."

The boy obeyed. He licked the cock head and the shaft; he cleaned all 
the sperm and shit from the tool. Then he licked Ron's big hairy balls 
loving the feel of those nuts with the hair inside his hot little 
mouth.

Having licked and slurped over Ron's cock for a while he started to 
suck it again. Then he took it from his mouth and said to the man, who 
had been enjoying the boy's sweet tongue and hot mouth, "will you be 
able to fuck my shit hole again soon pervert. I want your cock back 
inside my guts".

Ron replied with a laugh, "Hold on cock sucker. Give me a chance to 
recover and I'll see what I can do."

He moved away from the boy and said to him, "I think that you should 
have a shower, but take it easy on your brand. The burn may be pretty 
painful under the water. I will get us something to eat."

He then took the boy to the bathroom where Alan was able to clean 
himself up once again whilst the man prepared another meal for them.

Whilst Ron was getting the food ready he started to think. Now that the 
boy was enjoying be fucked half the fun of the game had disappeared. 
His turn on was when boy's screamed as his big cock was battering away 
at their innocence.

He decided that he would contact his pedo friends and arrange for them 
to take the kid off his hands. Between them they would fuck the boy 
just as much as he wanted and much more. They were pretty kinky and 
would certainly double fuck Alan's arse hole, fist fuck him as well. 
One of them had even told Ron once how he had forced his foot up a 16-
year old boy's arse hole and fucked the kid silly. The boy had died.

But first Ron would make sure that Alan fixed up a rendezvous with 
Dennis and also briefed him fully on the road that Dennis took to the 
riding school. Those two would be excellent replacements for the now, 
alas, cock loving Alan.

After Alan had cleaned himself up and the two were sitting in the 
kitchen eating Ron told the boy that he was going to let him go free. 
However first Alan had to phone Dennis and arrange a secret meeting and 
also give Ron explicit directions so that the man could kidnap young 
Roger on his way to the riding school.

He told Alan that he would not release him until after he had kidnapped 
Dennis but that he would let the boy return home before capturing 
Roger. Alan co-operated fully was he was eager to be released and go 
home. He phoned Dennis and was able to speak to his best friend. He 
arranged to meet him the following day, Sunday, at their secret hiding 
place. Ron was pleased about that as the meeting was not until the late 
afternoon. Sunday morning he would abduct young Roger leaving him 
plenty of time to pick up Dennis as well. Of course he did not mention 
his plans regarding Roger to Alan as the boy still imagined he would be 
safe and sound at home before his young stepbrother was kidnapped.

All the arrangements having been made for the following day Ron took 
the boy back to the playroom.

"Get on the bed and I will give you a real good fucking," he said "and 
then it will be time to turn in for the night."

Alan hopped onto the bed. He was now eager to have Ron's big cock up 
his hungry pussy. His chest still burned and was very sore from the 
brand that the man had given him and his buttocks were extremely 
painful from the beaten that he had received. The boy was not too sure 
how he would explain away the brand on his chest to his parents. He 
guessed that he would be able to conceal his buttocks from them. It had 
been several years since his parents had seen him naked.

"How do you want me bastard?" Alan asked his kidnapper. "Is it going to 
be doggy style again or exactly how will we do it?"

"I've just had an idea," Ron replied, "I will go to the kitchen and get 
a kitchen chair. I won't be a couple of minutes."

The man left the room and very shortly he returned carrying a wooden 
kitchen chair. It was the type with a straight back, wooden seat and no 
arms. Ron sat on the chair in the middle of the room and his hard cock 
was sticking straight up.

"Come and sit on my lap you fucking cock crazed little bastard," he 
said to the boy. "You can do all the work for a change. Get my cock up 
your tight pussy and work yourself up and down it. Fuck yourself as 
hard as you like on my cock."

No sooner said than done. Alan was off the bed like a shot. He came and 
sat on Ron's lap making sure that the man's big cock was pressed 
against his shit hole before he started to sit down. As he sank down on 
Ron's lap the boy gave a long "ooooh" as the eight-and-a-half inch long 
cock impaled him his weight bearing down on Ron's lap driving that 
rampant monster straight up his welcoming shit hole.

The boy's cock was stiff as he sank down on Ron's lance and he gasped 
anew as the man took hold of his hard boy's cock. Ron started to wank 
Alan off as the boy lifted his body up from the man's lap and then let 
it sink back again.

The boy now started to fuck himself on Ron's love stick as the man 
rubbed one of his hands up and down the lad's throbbing penis. Alan was 
lifting himself up from his abductors long cock until only the cock 
head was left inside him and then he allowed himself to sink back down 
his body not stopping until Ron's big balls were pressed into the 
cheeks of his arse. All the time the man kept time with the boy's 
movements. As Alan lifted up from Ron's cock the man's hand rubbed down 
the boy's smaller dick, as Alan sank bank down on his captor's love 
stick the abductor's hand rubbed up the boy's hard prick.

Alan speeded up his movements, up and down up and down he went faster 
and faster as he fucked himself silly on the man's rampant shaft. Ron's 
hand was flashing up and down the shaft of the boy's cock rubbing the 
foreskin up and down in time to young Alan's movements.

Now Alan gave a loud gasp as his muscles tightened. "OOOH FUCKING HELL, 
FUCKING SHIT I'M CUMMING" he shouted as he shot his cum up into the 
air. It described a large arc before splattering on the floor.

As the boy's shot his first load of cum his arse muscles tightened like 
a vice around Ron's hard cock.

The man let out a long sigh as he said, "Fucking shit faggot that's the 
way, squeeze hard on my cock, come on kid keep fucking yourself on my 
cock."

The boy lifted himself up and rammed himself back down on Ron's lovely 
flag pole. As he felt the man's cock deep inside his belly the boy shot 
a second load of cum into the air. He continued to fuck himself on 
Ron's big cock as, for the first time in his life, he shot a third load 
of cum from his lovely boy cock high into the air.

"Oooh that feels so fucking good that's fucking great," Alan cooed. "I 
do love you fucking me Ron, I really love your cock."

The boy, although he had now shot his load, continued to move up and 
down on the man's cock loving the feel of that big weapon as it entered 
and left his love channel.

Ron now using both his hands helped the boy to rise and fall on his 
cock by holding the sides of young Alan's body and lifting him up and 
down. With this added assistance Alan's movements got faster and 
faster. His body was now leaving Ron's cock completely before plunging 
back down on that impaling love weapon.

Ron could feel his cum beginning to rise in his balls. As his body 
tensed he knew that he was close to cumming and the boy knew the same 
as he felt Ron's cock head inside him swell up and throb and pulsate.

With a very loud whoop of "I'M CUMMING CUNT, I'M CUMMING CUNT" Ron shot 
his love juice deep into the boy's body.

Alan gave a scream of "FUCK ME CUNT, FUCK ME PERVERT, GIVE ME YOUR HOT 
JUICE YOU BASTARD" as he continued to bounce up and down on his 
rapist's cock.

Ron shot a second load of juice into the boy's bowels quickly followed 
by a third and then a fourth ejaculation into his chosen victim.

"Oooh god that's fucking good," Ron groaned, "oh shit you do have a hot 
fucking arse hole faggot. Fucking hell cunt you are a real hot boy 
bitch and I've never fucked a better boy pussy."

The two now rested, pretty well exhausted from their exertions. Ron's 
semi hard cock was still inside his young victim's bowels well Alan 
rested on the man's lap with a self satisfied smirk on his face. Ron 
began to idly twist and pull the boy's nipples and now Alan found that 
erotic rather than painful. He groaned and purred with pleasure saying 
"fucking hell pervert I think that I'm in love with you."

Ron bent down and started to give the boy a love bite on the back of 
his neck. As the man sucked the lad's flesh into his mouth young Alan 
groaned "oooh yes, oooh yes".

Then Ron lifted the boy from his lap. His soft cock slid out of the 
boy's arse hole bringing with it a certain amount of spent sperm as the 
boy felt very empty inside.

"Bend over and touch your toes" Ron order the boy as he rose from his 
chair. Alan immediately obeyed and then Ron told the lad to spread the 
cheeks of his arse with his hands. This the boy did.

Ron knelt down behind the bent over young lad, placed his mouth over 
the boy 's exposed arse hole and then began to suck hard. He drew all 
his spent sperm down from the kid's bowels and into his own mouth 
swallowing the juice that ran out as he did so. Having cleared the bulk 
of his sperm from the boy's shit channel Ron stuck his tongue up that 
hot tunnel and started to lick the boy's insides.

Alan squirmed and wriggled and tried to spread his buttocks wider as he 
felt Ron's hard tongue inside him.

"Ooooh yes," he cried, "that's so good that is just so wonderful. Oh 
pervert its real cool please keep your tongue up my shit hole. Oh god 
man I must be your boy bitch because I love what you're doing. Come on 
fucker lick out my fucking arse hole."

Ron gave the boy the rimming of his life. He sucked on the lad's arse 
hole, he licked inside the boy's shit channel and then he returned to 
the sucking. He took a full twenty minutes rimming that boy and Alan 
had never felt so good in all of his life.

His body ached from the treatment that it had received, his chest was 
still very painful because of the burn, his buttocks red raw and sore. 
His nipples sent short jabs of pain through his chest and the lad's 
insides was sore. Yet Alan had never felt so good in all his life and 
wanted Ron to continue for ever.

At last the man stood up. "That's it for tonight," he announced. "Now 
tomorrow I'm off to pick up Dennis and, when he is here safe and sound, 
I will take you back home."

Ron did not mention the fact that he was also going to pick up young 
Roger. Some things were best left unsaid.

Ron left the room telling the boy that he could now have a good nights 
sleep. When he got into his living room Ron picked up the phone and 
dialled a number. It was that of the leader of the pedo ring. He 
arranged with the man that he and his two friends should come over the 
following evening and pick up young Alan.

In the morning Ron woke the boy and allowed him to use the bathroom and 
have a shower. Then he took him back to the playroom and manacled him 
by one of his ankles to the bed.

"I've a couple of things to do today and when I return I hope to have 
Dennis with me," he said. He tossed the twelve inch dildo into the bed 
and told the boy to play with himself whilst he was away.

The details of the kidnapping of Dennis and Roger have no place in this 
story. Suffice to say that everything went off smoothly. Roger returned 
in the early evening with his two new victims. Dennis was still 
unconscious due to the knock out drops in the drink that Ron had made 
him have. Young Dennis had recovered consciousness as his had been 
administered much earlier than that of the drink given to Dennis.

Ron carried Dennis into the play room first and deposited him on the 
floor. Alan saw his friend lying in the middle of the room and felt 
rather sorry for his mate. But the feeling passed very quickly as he 
thought that very soon he would be back home safe and sound. The lad 
was in for a shock.

Ron walked in with young Roger in his arms. The boy's mouth was taped 
up and his eyes were open wide and he looked very frightened. Ron 
dumped him on the bed beside Alan.

"Why don't you say hello to your stepbrother?" he asked. "Tell him what 
a great fucking time he is going to have with me. I'm sure that he will 
be eager to hear about everything that has happened to you."

"YOU PROMISED YOU WOULD NOT SNATCH HIM UNTIL AFTER I WAS HOME" Alan 
shouted at the grinning man. "YOU PROMISED, YOU PROMISED" he screamed 
as he started to cry.

Just then the doorbell sounded.

"Visitors I think" Ron remarked as he left the room.

It was his three pedo friends. They paid Ron the large sum of money he 
had been promised and the man took them to the playroom. They entered 
and Ron said to young Alan who was still lying on the bed sobbing his 
heart out "I have brought along three friends who want to meet you."

The boy looked up through bleary eyes. Tears were still running down 
the cheeks of his face. He saw Alan and three strangers standing 
looking at him.

One of the men spoke. "Hi kid," he said, "you are coming home with us 
three. I can promise you a very good time with us."

"NO, NO, NO," Alan shrieked, "I'M GOING HOME." He looked straight at 
Ron and shouted "YOU PROMISED THAT I COULD GO HOME IF I HELPED YOU TO 
KIDNAP DENNIS AND ROGER. YOU PROMISED ME, YOU PROMISED ME. PLEASE SIR I 
WANT TO GO HOME."

Alan looked at the boy and said "I fucking lied. You will never go 
home. You are going with your three new friends. You love men's cocks 
up your arse hole, you love to be fucked because you are a boy bitch so 
you should be fucking happy not crying" he went on.

A second of the men now spoke as Alan unmanacled the boy's ankle.

"Don't worry cunt," he said, "we will be fucking you all day and all 
night too. That is when we are not torturing you. We love to fist fuck 
you little bastards and we can never get enough of a boys hot mouths 
around our cocks. Have you ever had two men's cocks up your arse hole 
together? You will soon get used to that."

The third man spoke up. "I hope you like eating shit and drinking piss. 
That will be your daily diet when you live with us. Have you ever had a 
foot fucking your arse hole? Fucking hell bitch you're in for a real 
hot time."

As Alan was sobbing bitterly the first man took hold of the lad and 
shook. "Stop that fucking noise," he said, "you will be doing enough of 
that when you are at home with us."

He grabbed the boy by his arm and started to drag the lad from the play 
room saying to Alan, "we'll see you around. I may sell you a video of 
this young fucker having a good time at out hands. Oh and keep us in 
mind when you have finished with those two bits of fuck fodder" nodding 
in the direction of Dennis and Roger.

Alan was struggling to escape from the man's grip. The second man who 
had spoken to the boy earlier strode over. He clenched his fist and 
punched the struggling boy, first in his belly making the lad fold over 
and then on his chin. He knocked the boy unconscious then picked him up 
and slung him over his shoulder as he walked from the room.

Alan followed them out and when the left his house he locked the door 
behind him. He thought to himself "well faggot you thought that I was 
pretty bad at the beginning. Fucking hell kid you just do not know what 
you are in for now. I expect that you will last about three weeks with 
those three. Lucky little fucker you will experience all sorts of weird 
and wonderful sexual pleasures. What a way to go!"

Alan then walked back to the play room to introduce himself to his two 
new friends.
 
THE END

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