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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Original_Work
  Additional Tags:
      Rape/Non-con_Elements, Rape, Underage_-_Freeform, Slavery, Child_Abuse,
      Pedophilia, Bondage, Pain, Anal, Anal_Sex, Anal_Fingering, m/m_-_Freeform
  Series:
      Part 1 of Will
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-09-15 Words: 1873
****** Will (part 1) ******
by ravewriter
Summary
     Six year old Will is sold to a stranger.
Notes
     I do NOT encourage or condone any activities in this story.
     Fantasies are called fantasies for a reason - they belong in your
     head.
Will was six years old when he was sold to his master. The man was a sadist,
always testing new limits and kinks, and took pleasure in seeing little boys
cry. He’s never been sold a young boy so young, and was thrilled with the new
purchase.
The mute child, however, was terrified. He was used to getting hit by his
father, and had always thought his father a terrifying man, but this new man
was bigger, and he looked at Will with a searing gaze that didn’t show anger at
all. Will wasn’t sure what the man was thinking, but it was even scarier than
his father’s.
“You will no longer need clothing whilst living with me,” said the man. They
were on their way home from Will’s old home, both in the back seat of a
limousine as they drove to the man’s house. The inside of the vehicle was lit
by purple neon lights that laminated the white leather, and although Will found
it fascinating, he was too scared to move under the hard gaze of the big man.
“Remove your clothing.”
Will frowned a little. He would have voiced his opinion if he knew how to
speak. He’d learned fast when he was small, but he’d stopped talking at three.
He knew what people said, and what they meant, and he was good at writing at
school, but he didn’t know how to talk. He didn’t want to talk.
The man didn’t glare at him, but he shot him a look of warning that made Will
tense, before doing as he was told. He hesitantly pulled off his shirt, took
off his velcro shoes, and pulled down his pants and underwear.
He left the clothing on the seat next to him, next to his small bag of crayons
and his colouring books, covering his private area as he looked down. He sat
still for about ten minutes, until the man started rummaging in a cubbyhole
beside him. Will watched as he brought out a little pink pill-looking thing
that had a wire coming from one end. The man set it beside him, along with a
bottle of what looked like cream.
“Turn around and bend over the seat in front of me, pet,” said the man. Will
did so after a short pause. He turned and knelt on the floor, which was a
perfect height. His knees were brushing the floor, and the seat was far back
enough that he didn’t touch the back of it.
The man’s hands were on Will’s hips immediately, stroking up his back and
travelling back down to his bum. Will tensed, but didn’t move as the man
massaged his cheeks, taking his time as he dug his fingers and the base of his
palms into his skin. The man spread his cheeks apart, and his thumb circled the
rim of the boy’s anus.
Will didn’t move when the hands left him. He didn’t want to be hit. Instead, he
laid patiently. The man opened the bottle of lubricant, pouring it over his
fingers. The vibrator bullet was the width of two of his fingers at the very
least, but he’d aim for three. He wanted the bullet inside the boy by the time
they got to his place.
The boy jumped a little when he felt the warm wet finger on his hole. At first
it just massaged the area, but the man dug his finger through the ring of
muscle, watching the boy flinch. He pushed in his index finger up to the first
knuckle, before thrusting his finger in and out, slow and shallow.
After a short while he pushed deeper the boy trembling in pain as the man
passed his second knuckle. The man hit the back of Will’s anus before he could
press his whole finger in, and when he did he pulled his finger out.
Will exhaled shakily, relieved that it was over, but he tensed up again when he
felt a finger there again. The man shoved two fingers into the boy, who cried
out in pain. Will surged forward, trying to get up and away from the fingers
that hooked inside him, but the man’s hand shoved him back down.
Will reluctantly stopped his getaway, feeling a few tears escape his eyes as
the man thrust his fingers into the child. Will squeezed his eyes shut as the
fingers separated, spreading him wider, while thrusting at the same time. The
man twisted his fingers, making sure the boy was spread in all directions.
“Do you like crayons?” asked the man, who eyed the bag that the boy had brought
with him. The child sniffled a little and nodded, and he sighed in relief when
the man pulled his fingers out. The man, however, was planning something a
little more sinister than colouring. “Don’t move.”
Will stayed where he was as the man grabbed a handful of crayons, pouring
lubricant over them all. He wasn’t worried about not having time till he got
home. His driver knew not to open any doors, as he did it himself, and the
limousine was always parked in the garage.
The man pushed a crayon into the boy, only half way. He’d only taken the newest
and longest ones from the bunch, so none would get lost up there. The boy was
silent as the man pushed another in, and another in the middle of the bundle,
until the boy had six colourful crayons poking out his anus.
The boy was fisting the leather seat, his eyes squeezed shut. He didn’t like
crayons anymore. He wanted them out quickly. But the man only pushed in
another, watching the muscle stretch tightly around the crayons while the boy
tensed at the burn.
“Good boy,” the man said, looking at the final three crayons. He figured he
might as well use them, since he wasn’t planning on using these again, so he
pushed the remaining three into the boy, who cried, struggling against the hand
that held him against the seat. The boy struggled for a while longer this time,
trying to push the crayons out like feces, but the man pushed them in further
to shut him up, and the boy yelped and tried to push himself forward, away from
the man.
When Will realised he couldn’t get away he whimpered, laying back down as he
caught his breath. After a few minutes, mostly to make sure the boy calmed down
and to make him suffer a little longer for his outburst, the man finally pulled
out the crayons, one at a time.
Will didn’t move as the final crayon fell from his ass. The man lubed up the
bullet, and instead of being gentle like he had before, he pushed the bullet
into the boy quickly, ignoring the shriek as he pushed the bullet up as far as
it could go.
Grabbing some tape, he stuck the control to the boy’s ass cheek, before patting
his bottom.
“Stand.”
Will took nearly half a minute to obey, and when he did his knees trembled, but
he did notice that the vehicle had stopped at some point. He then gasped when
he felt the thing inside him start vibrating. He reached back to touch whatever
it was, but the man grabbed his wrist.
“Don’t touch. Follow me out, pet,” he said. Will did as he said, and didn’t
pick up the wet crayons that were now laying on his discarded clothing on the
seat. The teary boy was forced to hold the man’s hand, his body shaking as if
the vibrator were strong enough to vibrate his entire body. “I’ll take you to
your room. You will not bathe without me, eat without me, or leave your room
without me or someone I’ve given permission to collect you. Do you understand?”
The boy nodded, his eyes on the floor as he followed the man. They walked down
some halls and stopped at a door that led to a small room, no bigger than two
by two meters. A small bed was in the far end, coming about sixty centimetres
off the floor on top of a large cement block.
“I’ll train your anus for deep insertions later,” said the man, who pushed the
boy over to the bed. Will stumbled over and fell against the bed, and the man
pressed him so he was in the same position as he’d been in the car, only on his
feet. “Stay where you are, I’ll be back in a minute. If you move you will be
punished.”
The man left the room and locked the door behind him, going to his office. He
grabbed some rope and a rag to use as a gag, and then headed back to the room,
pleased to see that the boy hadn’t moved.
He closed the door and moved over to Will, tying the rag between his teeth and
around to the back of his head, before grabbing the boy’s arms and pulling them
behind his back, tying them tightly.
Will was crying quietly. He didn’t struggle, but he did whimper when the man
poured the lube over his ass again. The man pushed three of his fingers into
the already stretched muscle. The boy squeaked, but only tensed as the man
stretched his fingers wider. He used the index finger of his other hand to
stretch the boy even wider.
“You’re doing well,” the man said, but the boy only sniffed as the man hooked
his fingers and pulled at the muscle. The man could have used another finger or
two to prepare him, but he was running out of patience. He unbuckled his pants
and shoved them down, pouring lube over his inflated cock, before rubbing his
tip against the tight muscle.
The boy gasped, wiggling his hips as the man pressed his tip against the
muscle, and when it popped inside the boy squealed, clenching his muscles and
kicking his legs, screaming against the gag that muffled his voice.
The man saw little use in taking it slow, so he roughly shoved himself into the
shallow ass, barely fitting in half way before reaching the back of the boy’s
anus. One day he’d fit it all in, but it would do for now.
His hands held his hips to keep the boy still, despite his futile kicking and
struggling. The boy sobbed loudly as the man thrust himself into the boy,
satisfied with the tight fit, despite it being slightly painful.
The boy was tight and warm, and the man popped his head in and out of the
muscle over and over for a while, before thrusting back in. The boy didn’t stop
his loud crying, and the man didn’t stop his sadistic smirks as he emptied
himself inside the boy, who choked on a sob when he felt the warm liquid fill
his insides.
The man pulled out, watching the boy go limp. He’d likely passed out, or was
too relieved to move. The man watched his cum drip from the boy’s ass as he
buckled himself up, and he locked the room when he left.
He was going to have fun with this toy.
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