The man walked down the stone steps leading from the house into the basement. He held a struggling boy under one arm as he descended into the cellar. The boy had a piece of sticking plaster across his mouth preventing him from making any other than muffled noises.
Once in the brightly-lit cellar the man crossed to a heavy wooden door at one end, opened it, and walked into a much smaller room. This room was barely six feet long and seven-feet wide. It had a single iron framed bed with a dirty mattress. Apart from that the room, which had whitewashed brick walls a white ceiling and tiled floor, was devoid of any furniture. There were no windows and the strong light was supplied by a mesh-covered electric lamp in the ceiling.
Without speaking the man dropped the boy to the floor, bent over him and pulled off the sticky plaster gag, then quickly left the room locking the door behind him. He switched off the light from outside the door and the boy was left lying on the floor in total darkness.
The man switched off the light in the main cellar and, whistling, went back up the stairs to the main house. At the top of the stairs he closed and locked the door leading to the cellar behind him.
The man's name was Paul. He was five feet ten inches tall, black hair and black eyes. A scar ran down one side of his face from the eye to the neck. He was not muscular, in fact rather on the thin side and yet his looks belied his strength. He had handled the boy with comparative ease.
Paul, at twenty-eight years of age, was a happy man. He had, at last, achieved his goal. Two years ago his father had died from a heart attack leaving the house, which was set in an acre of ground and in an isolated part of the country, to him. Paul's mother was also dead. She had died from a traffic accident five years previous.
Paul was not married and was not interested in girls or, for that matter, men either. His interests lay in boys. They were the only things that aroused him sexually. Once the boys were fifteen years or more Paul's interest ceased.
From time to time he was able to satisfy his sexual needs for boys. When he was fourteen he had started molesting younger boys, some no more than six. At that time it was mainly touching and playing with the boys' private parts, occasionally making a young boy wank him off.
At sixteen he raped his first victim, a boy of seven. He had enjoyed it immensely, not just the sex act but the feeling of power it gave him over another human being. The next boy he raped, six months after the first, was older being nine years of age. Before raping the boy Paul had tortured him and found that gave him just as much of a kick as the actual fucking.
Thereafter Paul had managed from time to time to pick up young boys, take them to isolated spots and mistreat and rape them. In all he had averaged at least one a year but he was never fully satisfied. He wanted to have a boy as a permanent companion. One that he could torture and rape whenever he felt the need.
With the death of his father Paul was able to convert the main cellar to a torture chamber. Hooks were in the ceiling, ropes hung down from some. He had a bench on which he could secure a boy and then begin to stretch him, rather like old time racks. The rack could be lengthened and it could also be made broader just by the turn of a wheel. On the walls hung a variety of torture instruments. To name a few there were a selection of whips and canes, several branding irons, nipple cleats, dildos and ball stretchers. In addition to the rack he had installed a double bed with a thick mattress. The frame of the bed was metal and he had welded metal rings onto the bedposts.
The smaller room he converted into a prison cell. That was the room in which the boy could live. Next to it, reachable only through the torture chamber, was a shower room and toilet, which the prisoner could use if the need arose and if Paul agreed.
Paul entered the kitchen of the house and began to prepare a meal as he reflected on the events that had led to him using the cell for the first time since it had been made ready some six months ago.
He had spent the weekend in London, a very rare occurrence for him. It was a five-hour journey from where he lived. He had wanted to visit certain shops that he knew of. They dealt in the torture instruments that so interested him. His journey had not been a failure although he had not brought anything back with him. He had placed an order for a couple of devices and was to return in a month's time to collect them.
On the journey home he had left the motor way as he needed to relieve himself and hated the motor way rest stops. He had taken a minor road once he was off the motor way and came to a lay by where he stopped. He had got out of the car and had a piss before getting ready to continue his trip. He was still standing by the side of his car when he saw the boy cycling toward him.
As the boy got nearer he could see that he was quite young and felt a stirring in his loins. He looked carefully about, no one, all was clear. He called to the boy "hey kid can you help me please?"
The boy swerved across the road and stopped by the man. "What is it you want mister?" he asked as he stood on the road with his legs astride the cycle.
"You fucker" Paul said giving the boy a punch in the head which knocked him flying in a tangle of arms, legs and bicycle. Before the boy had time to recover Paul had grabbed him and dragged him to the boot of his car. He opened it with his remote control key and lifted the dazed boy into it. He gave the boy another blow with his fist, this time in the kid's stomach leaving the lad gasping for air. Paul reached for a roll of heavy industrial sticking plaster and stuck a piece across the boy's mouth. He used a knife that he had in his pocket to cut the strip off.
Once the boy had been effectively gagged Paul closed the boot lid and got into the car and drove off leaving the bicycle in the road where it had fallen.
He quickly resumed his journey, getting back onto the motor way, and then he sped home. The remainder of the journey took him three hours but he arrived safe and sound. As we know he then took the boy and locked him in the cell in the cellar.
Paul had finished preparing the meal. Before eating his he put some food onto a second plate, poured a mug of tea and placed the plate of food, mug of tea and a plastic knife and fork on a tray. He returned to the cellar with the meal tray.
Paul smiled as he heard no sound when he entered the torture chamber. He put a black hood on his head, not to disguise himself but merely to add to the boy's nightmare. He unlocked the door, switched on the powerful light and entered the cell with the food.
The boy, who had been lying on the bed crying, now sat up blinking in the strong light. Without speaking the man placed the tray of food on the floor and left the cell locking the door after him. This time he left the light on.
As the door slammed shut and the key turned in the lock the boy, his name was Brian, looked at the tray of food that was on the floor. He felt so hungry but was sure that if he tried to eat anything he would be sick.
Then he saw the mug of tea, his throat was parched and his mouth dry. He really did need a drink. He reached down and picked up the mug and began to drink the warm sweet liquid.
As he slowly drank the tea he thought about the events of the day. He was still very confused about exactly what had happened. He remembered the man asking him for help, then when he went to his aid being punched and knocked off his cycle.
His face still felt sore from the blow, as did his stomach from the later punch. He remembered being pushed into the boot of the car, the lid slamming shut and then the long journey in darkness. Finally the man had brought him to this room and left him. The only words that he had heard from the start of this horror had been when the man had punched him. He remembered hearing him say "you fucker". The man had not spoken to him since.
Brian really was hungry; he looked at the food on the plate. Meat and potatoes, greens and gravy. He bent down and stuck the fork into a potato and began to eat it. Once started he could not stop. He picked up the tray and placed it on his lap as he sat on the bed. He then quickly devoured the plate of food.
Having finished the food and tea he curled up in a ball on the bed. As he thought of his plight he tucked his head in his arms and started to cry bitterly.
Brian was tired and fell asleep. When Paul came back to collect the tray he did not wake the young lad. He left the cell, locked the door and switched out the light. When he returned upstairs he also went to bed to sleep.
In the morning, about eight o'clock, Paul took breakfast to the boy. He again put the hood on his head before entering the cell. He gave Brian the tray on which was another mug of tea, a dish of cereals and scrambled egg on toast.
Brian took the tray from the man and said "when am I going home, what do you want me for?"
Paul ignored the boy and left the room locking the door after him.
He gave the boy half and hour to finish the meal. When he returned, still wearing the hood, he picked up the tray and left the room. This time after locking the door he also turned out the light. Once again the cell was plunged into darkness.
Brian was very frightened by now. The silent man scared him. It was even worse that he could not see the man's face because of the hood. His young mind began to imagine the most nightmarish things. Maybe the man had no face, or maybe his face was in the shape of an eagle with a big beak. Poor young Brian was working himself into a terrible state as he imagined the things that the man's hood might be hiding.
After a couple of hours Paul returned to the cell. Brian looked up as the light went on and the door opened. For a few moments whilst his eyes adjusted to the bright light he could not make out anything clearly. Then, as his eyes focused, he could see framed in the door a naked man.
This time Paul was not wearing a hood. What Brian could see was a thin naked man with a slight covering of black hair on his chest. His stomach was flat but his nipples were large and pink. They stood out from his chest and must have been half an inch long. Paul had a deep belly button and from there to the base of his stomach ran a long thin line of black hair. The hair then carried on to form a black bush around his cock and bollocks.
Paul's cock was still soft, about five inches long. His balls hung low between his legs. His thighs and legs were covered in a mass of black hair and he had an ugly scar running down his left shin.
Brian watched with fear and dread as this naked men entered his cell. Then Paul spoke in a normal voice for the very first time. His voice sounded gentle as he said to the frightened lad "would you like to use the toilet and would you like a wash?"
Brian replied "yes please sir, I would like that very much."
"Don't call me sir when you speak" Paul said. "My name is Paul and that is what you will call me. Come with me and I'll take you to the bathroom."
Brian jumped off the bed and then said to the man "when can I......"
His words were cut short as Paul struck him hard across his face. "You only speak to answer my questions or when I say you can speak. You will not say a word at any other time" Paul shouted at the crying boy.
He placed his hand on Brian's shoulder and guided him from the cell, across the torture chamber and into the bathroom.
"Get undressed, have a shit and piss and then have a shower" Paul ordered.
The boy waited for the man to leave the room but he made no effort to do so. Instead he shouted at the lad "come on you little fucker, get your clothes off and have a shit and piss."
Brian hastily began to undress. He took off the sweater first and then he removed his shirt. As he was doing this the man was eyeing him closely. Next the boy bent down and removed his cycling shoes and socks. All the time he was conscious of Paul's hot eyes following his every movement. After his shoes and socks were removed the boy undid his trousers at the waist. He lowered the zip fastener and then let his trousers drop around his ankles and stepped out of them. Now Brian was left wearing a pair of red boxer shorts. He waited a moment until Paul shouted "come on you little fucker I haven't got all day."
Brian slowly lowered his shorts and then stepped out of them and quickly sat himself down on the toilet seat using his hands to cover his private parts.
Paul chuckled and said "don't worry boy, I am in no hurry to see what you've got hidden under your hands. I've got plenty of time to see all that, now get on and have a shit."
Brian felt so humiliated as he tried to shit with the man looking at him. After straining hard for a while his bowels opened and he was able to get rid of his waste. He then started pissing as well. Once finished Paul told him to get under the shower and clean himself real good. The boy obeyed and after five minutes Paul told him to get out and get himself dry.
With a towel that Paul had handed him the boy dried himself thoroughly. He then went to where his clothes lay and bent to pick them up.
"What the fuck do you think that you are doing?" the man shouted. "Leave those clothes where they are you won't be needing them again. Now go into the next room, it's our playroom, and stand by the wooden bench."
Brian was obeying the man blindly, he did not even consider saying no. Some instinct told him that nothing he said or did would matter to Paul.
He went into the torture chamber, or as Paul had called it "the playroom" and stood by the wooden bench. He covered his genitals with his hands.
Paul sat on the edge of the bed and looked at the boy standing with his hands covering his genitals. Then he spoke.
"On the wall is a board and some chalk. Every time that you disobey me I will make a chalk mark on the board and for each chalk mark there you will receive a punishment. I will not tell you what the various punishments will be, you will find out as we go along. You will only speak when I ask you a question or tell you that you can. You will do whatever I tell you without hesitation or argument. Now put your hands on your head."
For a moment or two Brian looked at the man. The boy was trembling because he was very frightened, then slowly he placed his hands on his head. The man stood up, crossed to the board and put a white chalk mark on it. "No fucking hesitation" was all that said as he returned to sit on the bed.
As the man looked at the naked boy standing in front of him he saw a brown haired four foot ten inch tall lad. The boy had blue eyes and a tanned skin except around the middle of his body, which was white. He was slim but not thin and his nipples were small buttons pressed flat against his skin.
He had a small belly button that stood out from his tummy and his penis was soft and about two and a half inches long. It was uncircumcised and the foreskin completely hid the cock head. His balls had not yet dropped and were tight against his body.
"Turn around" Paul ordered the boy. This time Brian obeyed instantly.
Paul could see that Brian's back was nicely tanned. His buttocks, two lovely half moons, were white with a dimple on each cheek. His thighs, also a lovely white, were well formed as was his sturdy tanned legs.
The boy was, of course, devoid of any body hair.
Paul thought to himself "just what I like, not a cute looking kid but one that looks a bit of a scamp."
Aloud he asked, "What is your name?"
"Brian" the boy replied in a low voice.
"Speak louder in future Brian, I want to hear what you say. Now, as I have told you, my name is Paul. When you speak to me you will always address me as Paul. How old are you?"
"I am eight years old Paul" Brian replied in a louder voice but as he spoke his body continued to tremble.
"When is your birthday Brian?" Paul asked.
"First of August" was the reply.
"That was three weeks ago so you have only just turned eight, is that right, you are only just eight?"
"Yes Paul" the unhappy boy replied, "that's right."
"Did you live with your mum and dad?" was the next question.
"Yes I live with mum and dad Paul. Paul they will be so worried when I don't go home, please let me phone them."
Paul got to his feet and crossed to the board where he made another white chalk mark. "That's two punishments to come," he said complacently as he returned to sit on the bed. "You are wrong about one thing Brian. You do not live with your mum and dad, you live with me now. They are in your past, you will never see them again."
At these words Brian's body began to shake and he began to sob bitterly. Paul took no notice of the lad's distress.
"Now because this is your first punishment I am going to be easy with you. When we get to your second punishment it will be a little harder" Paul said. "Now Brian come over here."
Brian crossed to where Paul was sitting and the man took hold of him by the arm and pulled the boy across his knees face down. He arranged the boy so that Brian's buttocks were across his lap. The boy's shoulders and head hung down one side of Paul's legs whilst the lad's legs stuck out the other side.
"I am going to give you a spanking for your first punishment. Have you been spanked before?"
"No I haven't Paul, please don't hurt me I wont do it again."
"When this punishment is over a new one will be entered on the board. You only answer my questions, you do not add anything at all. I think that soon you will love these little punishments, you will be naughty just to get more." As he finished speaking Paul brought his hand down hard slapping Brian across his buttocks. The boy let out a yelp as he felt his skin begin to sting and then Paul hit him again. He cried out louder this time, the blow seemed to cause his skin to sting even more. A third hard slap made him scream out loud but the child bit his lip to avoid speaking. He did not want any more punishments to be added to the growing list.
As Paul looked down at Brian's buttocks he could see how red they were turning. He slapped the boy again very hard and watched as his hand left a clear imprint before the skin turned from white to red.
Brian was crying, he could not help himself. Each blow that landed caused him to scream aloud and his arse felt as if it were on fire.
"Okay Brian this is what we will do" Paul said. "I will hit you another ten times. After each smack you will shout aloud 'thank you Paul'. If you make a mistake in the words or do not say thank you before the next smack then we will start again. So it works like this I smack you so", the man slapped the boy again on his buttocks, "then you call out 'thank you Paul'. Have you got the idea? That one does not count."
Through his tears Brian sobbed "yes Paul I have."
Paul brought down his open hand and hit the boy again. Brian called out "thank you Paul."
Paul smiled and said, "that's a good boy, that is how to do it." Hardly were the words out of his mouth when he struck the boy again.
"Thank you Paul" Brian called out amid his tears.
This went on for another three blows. Now the child had received five of the ten whacks. Paul decided that he would try to catch the boy out so that the count could start from one again.
The sixth blow landed and Brian called out "thank you Paul" but the words had hardly been uttered when Paul struck him again. "Thank you Paul" Brian managed to say.
Paul raised his hand for the next blow and brought it crashing down, only to stop before he actually hit the crying child. Brian's mouth was open to thank his tormentor but the kid managed to stifle his words and remained silent.
Paul smiled and raised his hand again this time the blow did connect and Brian sang out "thank you Paul".
Two more blows to go. Paul raised his hand and slapped the boys buttocks and Brian called out "thank you Paul" but whilst he was still speaking Paul struck the tenth blow.
Fortunately Brian had managed to gasp out the three words and immediately repeated "thank you Paul".
"Shit" Paul said, "you were too good for me. Okay that is your first punishment over, now relax and lie still."
The boy lay unmoving on Paul's lap as the man began to caress his hot red buttocks. His hand patted and stroked the cheeks of the boy's arse then his fingers trailed up and down the crack dividing the child's buttocks. As his fingers reached the boy's closed anus Paul allowed them to linger before moving on.
Paul did not touch Brian's cock but continued to stroke and pat his hot red bum. "You have a lovely arse my boy" Paul said, "I am going to enjoy having you with me so much."
Brian was still crying. He was so unhappy. His bottom was hot and sore from the spanking and he desperately missed his mum.
Paul pushed the boy off his lap saying to him "okay Brian now stand up for a few minutes I have things to attend to."
As the boy stood near the bed Paul got up and walked across to the board. He crossed out one chalk mark, leaving the second one untouched and then entered a new mark below it. He turned and called to Brian to join him.
As Brian walked toward the man he could see that Paul's cock was now semi hard. He lived on a farm and was quite familiar with the way that animals had sex. His parents had never tried to hide from him the fact of life, how babies were made and such things. What Brian did not know was that men could get aroused without intending to make babies. The boy was, therefore, very puzzled as he saw Paul's cock begin to get hard. He could not possibly be wanting to make babies. His wife was not here.
When Brian reached Paul the man said to him, "I think that you had better have your second punishment now and then we'll have a rest. I will think about getting lunch ready for us."
Brian noticed that Paul was holding a couple of leather wristbands in his hands. Paul told the boy to hold out one hand and strapped the wristband in place on the boy's arm. The wristband had a metal ring attached to it. Then Paul did the same to the boy's other hand. Now Brian was wearing a pair of leather wristbands, each with a metal ring attached. He then linked the bands together by using a chain, the ends of which had heavy metal clips that could be attached to the wristband rings. In the centre of the short chain was a large metal ring.
Brian now reached for a rope that was hanging from a hook in the ceiling. He took hold of the two loose ends and tied one end to the ring in the chain. He began to tug on the other end of the rope. First the rope pulled the boy's arms above his head, as Paul pulled harder the child began to be pulled up toward the ceiling. When the frightened crying boy's feet were a foot off the ground Paul secured the rope to a peg on the wall.
He walked across to a rack containing various whips and selected one taking it down and practising a couple of swings with it. The handle of the whip was two feet long, round and made of wood. The thong itself was made of a thin leather strip. As Paul swung it about it made a whistling sound as it cut through the air.
Returning to the boy Paul stood looking at him and smiling. Brian was crying, he did not seem to have stopped since waking up earlier that morning. His body was trembling and shaking as he hung suspended from the ceiling. The strain on his armpits was almost unbearable and his wrists ached as the leather wristbands bit into his flesh.
"Punishment two my darling boy" Paul said. "You are going to enjoy this one a lot, I know that I am."
Paul raised his arm in the air and brought the whip whistling down and the lash struck the boy across his shoulders. Brian screamed loudly as the whip cut into his naked tender flesh. His body jerked and swung backwards and forwards from the hook.
A second blow struck the boy across his still red buttocks. This time the lash curled around his buttocks and part of his thigh. One scream from the boy was quickly followed by another as Paul struck him yet again, this time across the small of his back.
Brian's body was threshing and jerking wildly on the hook as the pain crazed child tried to evade the cruel blows. There was no respite.
As Brian's body twisted round the lash struck him across his chest, no sooner had it struck there than another blow caught him across his stomach.
Through his screams and tears the boy managed to gasp, "please, please stop, please don't hit me anymore."
Paul stopped the whipping for a moment. "That is two more punishments you have earned" he told the crying boy. "You spoke without permission and you did not call me Paul. I guess that I was right my little darling, you do enjoy these punishments. Now I want to hear you scream a little more, make your screams long and loud my sweet boy." Paul spoke these words in a very gentle tone, a loving tone that completely belied his cruel actions.
He brought the whip whistling through the air to strike the boy once more across his sore behind. Brian screamed again as the stinging lash bit into his flesh. He had no time to recover before the lash struck him once more, this time across his back.
The boy's body was now covered in deep red weals left behind by the lash as it struck his quivering flesh. His cries of pain were unceasing as he continued to jump and jerk about on the rope from which he was hanging. No matter what he did he could not evade that whip.
For fifteen minutes Paul whipped the boy, the blows rained down on the lad's defenceless body in a never-ending stream. The more the boy screamed the harder the blows, now traces of blood could be seen.
At last Paul lowered the whip. He looked at the still screaming boy. "That's right my darling let me hear how much you like the whip. That is your second punishment completed my darling, but there are still lots more to come. But those can wait till later."
Paul's cock had become rock hard as he whipped the boy and heard the screams of pain the lad was making. His hard cock, now seven inches long, was standing out from his body and leaking a generous amount of precum.
"Oh Brian my darling" he said to the boy who, though still crying had ceased to scream, "I am going to have to change my plans. I think that I will fuck you now and then I will make us something to eat."
Paul now stood close to the boy and looked up at him. "If you want me to get you down and not whip you anymore you must ask me to fuck you. You must say 'Please Paul fuck me'. If you don't I may leave you where you are and whip you again later.
Young Brian did not fully understand what the man was talking about. He knew that fuck was a bad word to use, he had been forbidden to ever use the term. It had something to do with making babies but he was not sure exactly what it meant. Rather than endure anymore pain from being whipped he would say what the man wanted to hear.
"Ppplease Paul fuck me" the boy said his voice full of terror.
"Okay Brian" Paul said with a smile, "but first I must enter your new punishments." He crossed to the board and deleted the second chalk mark, made another two marks and said "three punishments left my sweet, I'll make sure that they are ones that you will love."
He returned to the boy and lowered him from the hook. He removed the wristbands and lifted the young boy into his arms. He crossed to the bed as he kissed Brian on his tear stained cheek saying, "okay my darling you want me to fuck you and I will."
He placed the boy onto the bed, face up, and kissed him again. Then he moved to a cupboard on the wall and took from it a tube of KY lubricant. As young Brian watched with wide open terror filled blue eyes the man smeared the lubricant liberally on his seven-inch hard cock. He called to the boy "I'd better make sure my cock is well oiled, I don't want to hurt you too much, but I do hope that you will scream for me."
Paul returned to the bed and told Brian to kneel on his hands and knees. He turned the boy until the child's arse was positioned against the side of the bed with his head facing the other side. He put his hand on the small of the young boy's back and pushed down until Brian's head was touching the mattress and nestling in his arms.
Standing behind the boy Paul placed his hands one on each cheek of the boy's arse. He then pulled the lad's buttocks apart to reveal the tight little pink anus, wrinkled and closed tight. It looked like a tightly closed little rosebud and Paul whispered "spring is here and you are about to open wide."
He now let go of the boy's buttocks and took hold of his hard cock with one hand placing the other hand on the small of the boy's back, pressing down firmly to ensure that the lad could not move. He placed his hard purple cockhead in the crack of Brian's arse making sure that it was resting on the young boy's anus.
Still holding his cock with one hand Paul thrust his body forward at the hips. He pressed hard but for a moment nothing happened, Brian's sphincter held firm. Not for long however, the strength of the man was more that a match for the young boy's arse hole muscle. It opened slightly and the tip of Paul's cock entered that secret place.
Brian, not exactly crying, more of a grizzle than cry, did not feel any real discomfort as the tip of Paul's cockhead entered him.
Paul pushed harder with his body as he continued to pin the boy to the spot with his free hand and his cockhead now slipped into Brian's rectum. As the whole of the cockhead entered the child, stretching his arse hole to accommodate its size, Brian let out a long shrill scream of pain. He felt as if he was being split in half, the pain was worse than anything that had gone before.
Paul waited a moment allowing the boy to give full vent to his feelings. Then he pushed harder and thrust the cock deeper into the boy's virgin hole. As his cock forced it's way up Brian's shit channel the boy screamed time after time. He did not have time to cry, all he could do was scream.
Paul removed his hand from Brian's back and his other hand from his cock. He placed both his hands around the boy's waist and pulled him toward his thrusting hard cock.
As sweat poured off the man's face and chest, Paul continued to force his cock into Brian's hot bowels. He had now got more than five inches of his hard rod deep into the boy's intestines. He pulled out slightly for the very first time and then he shoved his cock back up, gaining another half inch. Out he came and back in he went; now six of his seven inches was in the boy's guts.
Brian continued to scream in pain. His arse hole had never been subjected to this treatment before and it hurt like hell. When would it stop the boy wondered. His screams were mixed with his tears once again as the boy cried in agony.
Paul pulled his cock almost out of the boy's arse hole and then drove back up him again. This time the whole seven inches penetrated the child and Paul's balls slapped against the cheeks of Brian's arse. Without waiting to pause Paul pulled his cock way out, leaving less that an inch in the boy's behind. With a mighty thrust the entire length of his hard cock was driven back up that child's virgin arse hole.
Brian hollered in agony. No thought about punishments entered his head as he cried out "stop, stop, please stop this is hurting too much."
Paul ignored the boy's pleas as he drove his cock into Brian's intestines. How he loved the hot feel of the young boy's insides, the tightness of the channel that his cock was travelling through and the velvety pulsating sensation of the colon round his cock. Nothing could possibly be better than fucking the tight arse hole of a young boy as the victim screamed and pleaded for him to stop.
For a few moments the man rested on top of the boy, his cock buried deep inside the child. He whispered into the crying boy's ear "come on now my darling stop your crying, this is what you wanted me to do. Now you are my sweet lover and I will be fucking you a lot. I bet that you really love my cock up your sweet arse hole."
Paul then resumed his fucking. He pulled his cock out of the boy, this time right out. Then he drove it back up the screaming child before pulling it out again. He held the boy's waist firmly in his two hands as he drove in and out of his victim's unwilling body.
His actions got faster, now there was no pause between his movements in and out of the boy. Paul could feel his balls tightening, he felt the tingle of his sperm welling up. His legs began to shake, he pulled Brian close into his body. His cock was buried up to its hilt in the child's guts as Paul began to shoot his hot sperm into the boy's insides.
Paul did not yell out, he made almost no sound, as he filled the young child with his hot cream. As Brian wept loudly the boy could feel the man's throbbing cock inside him shooting out its love juice. Once he had finished cumming inside the boy Paul lay on top of the lad leaving his cock where it was.
This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
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