Message-ID: <12320eli$9806191611@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: "Norm DePloom" Subject: {ASSM} "Slave Boy" (Mb,ped,rape,slavery) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-Id: <6mcuqe$5i0$6@nnrp1.snfc21.pbi.net> If you don't like sex stories, don't read it. If you don't like stories about sex with children, don't read it. If you don't like stories about forced sex, don't read it. If you are below the arbitrary age set for your area, don't read it. If for any reason it is illegal for you to read this story, don't read it. Copyright (c) 1998 Norm DePloom. ALL Rights Reserved This story may not be reproduced in any form for profit without the written permission of the author. This story may be freely distributed with this notice attached. The author may be contacted at normdeploom@yahoo.com. Slave Boy By Norm DePloom Normdeploom@yahoo.com "Toy Trucks" As far as I'm concerned there is nothing in this world sexier than a naked eight or nine year old boy dripping my cum from his chin and sporting a cute little hardon just waiting for my attention. That's just what I hopped to be seeing before the day was through. The schedule was tight, but I had everything planned. The boy always went into the local variety store to squat down at the counter and stare at the miniature toy trucks. On this Friday afternoon I was standing at the counter talking to the clerk, my attach case was sitting on the floor by me feet opened just enough for the boy to see the 'sample' trucks inside. On the outside of the case was the insignia of the manufacturer. I closed the case and walked out of the store, sure enough the boy followed me out drawn like a magnate to my case full of the trucks he was lusting after. "Mr.?" I heard the tiny voice behind me on the sidewalk. I turned to find the boy shading his eyes from the sun and squinting up at me. "Do you collect those trucks?" he asked. "No, I sell them." I started walking, but slow enough that the boy could keep up. "Do you like these trucks?" I asked him indicating my phony display case. "Yes, I collect them." He answered hurrying to keep up. "How many do you have?" I turned slightly to look at him as we walked. "I only have five." My Mommy says we can't afford another one right now. "What one do you want to get next?" "The hook and ladder fire truck." He looked sad, "But it costs even more than the others." I had seen him staring at the fire truck and had made sure that one was in my display case. We had gotten to my car by this time. I stopped and looked down at the boy. "Sometimes the company gives away a truck, kind of a public relations thing." The boy grinned. "Could I get one?" he asked almost vibrating with anticipation. "I'd have to ask my boss." The boy looked crushed. "Why don't you ride with me? Our office is just down the street." I opened the passenger door for him. The boy hesitated, I'm sure he had been instructed about getting into cars with strangers, then he saw a whole pile of truck boxes on the floor and climbed right in. I quickly made sure the 'kid' latch was in the on position then shut the door and walked around to the driver's side. I could hardly contain my erection. I started the car and pulled into traffic, a block later I turned onto the onramp for the freeway. The boy was down on the floor looking at the truck boxes and didn't notice a thing. I had been driving on the freeway for almost twenty minutes before the boy finally climbed up on the seat and began to ask questions. I had put my display case on the seat between him and the door, forcing him to sit in the middle, closer to me. "Where are we going?" The boy asked looking through the windows. I could detect concern in his voice but not real fear yet. "Sit down here beside me," I pulled him closer, "I want to talk to you about some things." I let my hand rest on his thigh, with my little finger up against his genitals. "I'm taking you home with me." I moved my finger up and down the length of his tiny cock. I could feel it reacting to my touch. "You're going to stay with me for a while." I could see the fear growing in his face. "I want to go home." He started crying, and tried to push my hand away. "You're not supposed to do that." I moved my hand until I was cupping his genitals through his shorts, I could feel his hard little cock against the palm of my hand. "Why not?" My question caught him by surprise. He stopped his struggling to push my hand away. "It feels good, doesn't it? Who told you it was bad?" My many questions piled on top of each other confused him. "My Mommy." He said deciding to answer the last of the questions. I rubbed my hand over his cock and small olive sized balls. "Well, she's just a girl." I heaped all the scorn I could muster on the 'girl'. "She doesn't know about man stuff." I rubbed my hand over him again. "What does your daddy say about it?" "I don't have a daddy." The boy confessed, still holding onto my wrist but not trying to push my hand away. "Well, no wonder you don't know anything about guy stuff." I said giving his cock a good firm rub through his shorts. "That's why you're coming home with me," I slipped my hand inside the elastic waistband of his shorts and got my first feel of his bare hard cock. I was happy to discover that he was uncut. "To learn more about guy stuff." I moved my hand around the base of his cock, encircling his balls and cock together in my firm grasp. "You want to learn about guy stuff don't you?" "Yes." The boy said as he relaxed his legs, letting them slide apart and scooted down in the seat making his crotch more available to me. "I'm going to take you home with me now," I rubbed my hand down over his tiny balls and slid my finger gently over his tender young asshole, "then tomorrow you will go to a special pool party where you will be initiated as a slave boy." I felt his body shiver and detected just a drop of sticky fluid at the tip of his cock. "Do you know what a slave boy is?" "No." I could feel his whole body relaxing after his little shiver of an orgasm. I continued gently fondling him. "As my slave boy you will be required to learn everything I and all my friends can teach you about guy sex stuff." It was getting late in the afternoon, my new slave boy leaned up against me and began to drift off to sleep while I fondled him. I drove on through the sunset another two hours before reaching my home. I make it a rule never to hunt too close to where I live. During that time I called the host of the pool party. "I got him...Yea...How many?...Two others....Three all together....Well I'll have him ready." When I arrived at home I carried the limp slave boy through the house and into the bedroom. I undressed him and left his naked body laying under the covers while I destroyed his cloths then attended to dinner. Just as I was placing the food on the table my naked, sleepy eyed little slave boy, now awakened from his nap wandered into the dinning room. "Would you like some dinner?" I asked displaying the plate full of spaghetti waiting for him. "I want to go home." He started to tear up but drawn by the smell of the food, and compelled by his empty stomach he walked across the room to the glass toped table and climbed into the indicated chair. "You are home." I informed him as I sat at my own place. I loved my glass toped dinning table, it allowed me to feast my eyes no my guests genitals while we ate. "I want to go back home to my Mommy." He sniffled. I twirled a forkful of spaghetti and then paused to look at him. "We need to get one thing clear right from the beginning." I spoke with studied severity hoping to convey my seriousness. "You belong to me know. Your Mommy couldn't possible teach you every thing you needed to know to be a man. She gave you to me and asked me to do that for her. So, the first thing you have to do is accept this basic fact and eat your dinner." I placed my carefully twirled fork of spaghetti in my mouth. Over come by hunger my naked little slave boy picked up his fork, then paused. "My Mommy usually cuts up my spaghetti for me." I swallowed my first bite and looked at him across the table. "I'm sure there are lots of things your 'Mommy' used to do for you that you will have to learn to do your self." I began to twirl another forkful. "Now watch what I am doing and learn to eat spaghetti properly." The boy watched me then picked up his fork and spoon and clumsily tried to copy my practiced motions. "After dinner we will start your slave boy training." I got great joy watching his naked little body bouncing around in the chair while he tried to emulate my spaghetti eating. After we were done with our food he helped me clean off the table and wash the dishes. After I wiped the final moisture from the tile counter and hung the towel on its rack I took the boy by the hand and led him into the front room. Sitting in my favorite chair I pulled the boy over and had him stand between my legs. I ran my hands over his smooth flawless skin, then reached down to cup his balls and his growing cock. As my hand touched his genitals he tried to pull away. "Never pull away from anyone in the future." I spoke to him sternly as I held him tightly by his upper arm. "You are here for my pleasure and for the pleasure of my friends." I picked him up and sat him across my lap almost like he was an over grown baby. I felt and examined his uncut cock as it grew to its full erection then lifting him up and leaning over I place my mouth over his cock and balls. I heard him gasp as my warm mouth enveloped his genitals and my tongue swirled over the length of his small cock. I spread his legs apart then, after dipping my finger into a bowl of lubricant waiting on the end table, worked the first joint of my forefinger into his tight virgin asshole while I continued to lick and suck his genitals. My own cock was hard and pushing against his back through my trousers. I was careful to use only the first two joints of my forefinger in his ass, as I sucked and licked his cute little cock and balls until I could not stand it any longer. I lifted him off my lap and sat him back down on his feet in front of me. I desperately wanted to pick him back up and plunge my hard cock into his virgin asshole. I would have if I hadn't already agreed to auction off that virgin asshole tomorrow at the pool party. I had too much integrity to sell some body first fuck rights if they weren't really getting the first fuck. I consoled myself with the thought that I would have lots of time to fuck that cute little ass over the next few months while I was training him. He stood in front of me with what can only be described as a 'silly grin' while I continued fondling his hard little cock. "Have you ever seen a man's cock?" The boy shook his head 'no'. Temporarily abandoning his cock I stood in front of him. "I want you to unbuckle my belt." With a look of undisguised disappointment at having his cock left alone the boy unbuckled my belt then as I directed him he unbuttoned and unzipped my trousers. I stepped out of them and instructed the boy on folding the legs along the creases and draping them over the arm of the couch. I had him unbutton my shirt and hold it as it took it off then showed him how to fold it and lay it across the trousers. "Being a slave boy is so much more than just fucking and being fucked." I instructed him as he helped me undress. "You will be expected to help your master dress and undress. Help prepare and server meals, and help his friends undress when its time to service there needs." Finally I was standing in front of him nude. I reached out and tousled his hair as he stared open mouthed at my nine inches of hard cock. "As big as it looks to you now, you'll see even bigger ones tomorrow." I assured him. I sat back down in my chair with my legs spread and my cock sticking straight up in the air. I pulled him over between my legs and began to caress his hard cock. After another shudder of delight cursed through his small body I took his hands in mine. "Get down on your knees." I ordered. He sank to his knees and I placed both his hands on the base of my hard cock. Using both hands he could barely encircle my large cock. "This," I said indicating my rod of hard flesh, "is your master, your god, your only reason for being alive." I took his head in my hands and gently pulled him mouth towards my red cockhead. "Kiss your master." I told him in a lust-drenched whisper. I pulled his head forward until his lips brushed the underside of my cockhead. My cock twitched at the contact. I held his lips only a fraction of an inch form my cock. "Lick your master slave boy." A look of fear began to build on his face. I turned his head slightly so I could look into his eyes. "If you don't do what you are told, I'm going to have to hurt you." I gently rubbed my hand over the top of his head. "I don't want to but if you disobey I will. Now be a good little slave boy and lick my cock so I don't have to hurt you on your first night here." I moved his head back and his pink tongue snaked out from between his lips and flicked over the underside of my cockhead. I moaned softly. I had been on edge for several hours and new I would explode any second. The boy's tongue flicked over the underside of my cock head a second time. I knew I was lost. My cock twitched again and the first spurt went almost over his head, coming down in his hair. The second spurt hit his forehead, nose, and outstretched tongue. The remaining spurts landed in and around his open mouth. I sat back in my chair and pulled my new slave boy into my lap. I gently rubbed my cum into his face like body cream. I hugged him tightly while I rubbed my hands over his body. The excitement of having a new slave boy kept my cock hard. I arranged him so my cock came up between his thighs and rested beside his much smaller but just as hard cock. I made a game of us playing with each other's cocks and soon had him laughing and giggling. As my excitement built I calmed the game down and rubbed our cocks together while I brought his lips to mine and gently explored his mouth with my tongue. After breaking the deep tongue kiss I moved him so he laid on my chest with his legs straddling mine and our cocks caught between our stomachs. As I gently fucked our dicks against each other I kneaded his buttocks then gently massaged his balls before once again exploring his tight anus with the tip of my forefinger. I tipped his head back and leaned forward bringing or lips together for another probing tongue kiss. I let my lips slide off his and down to his throat where I nibbled and sucked leaving a trail of bright red hickeys as I held him tight against me and fucked my cock against the smooth skin of his stomach. I lost all track of time as my need built and I fucked harder and harder against his small body. Finally I held him in almost a death grip as my body spasmed and I shot a load of hot cum onto our trembling stomachs. When the orgasm passed we laid still in each other's arms as I caressed the flawless skin on his back and felt the drying cum gluing our stomachs together. I could feel his body relaxing and after a few minutes his breathing turned into gentle little snores. I stood up and carried him, his head resting on my shoulder, his arms around my neck and his legs around my waist into the bedroom. I laid him in my bed and covered his naked body with a sheet. I brushed his hair back from his face and leaned over and kissed him on the cheek. "Good night little slave boy." "The Pool Party" I awoke early with my naked slave boy cuddled in my arms. I desperately wanted to fuck him, but his virgin ass was going to be auctioned at the pool party later that same day. Besides, he still needed some training before the party so I looked forward to having his beautiful little mouth sucking on my cock all morning. I woke up the boy by running my hands over his smooth skin then fondling his genitals until he stretched and yawned. When he turned toward me I lowered my lips onto his and explored his mouth with my tongue while I inhaled his intoxicating 'little boy' smell. I broke off the kiss and smiled down at him. "Time for our morning shower." I pulled him to his feet and led him from the bedroom into the master bath. My mater bath has a huge 'party' shower with high and low shower heads on three walls and room for three or four grown men to grope each other with ease. I turned on the shower and adjusted the temperature. I pointed out where I liked the knobs set. "One of your jobs as my slave boy is to get my shower ready every morning." I opened the door and pushed him into the hot shower. "Your next job will be to wash me." I handed him a wash cloth and a bar of soap and waited while he lathered the cloth. "Start with my feet and work your way up my legs." Kneeling down my slave boy followed my directions washing first one leg then the other stopping short of my crotch. "Now my arms." It was nice having a slave boy to tend to my body again. I relaxed and enjoyed the luxury of being washed. I sat down and allowed him to wash my back and chest. Finally I had him kneel in front of me and wash my cock and balls. I leaned back against he shower wall and stretched my legs out on each side of his kneeling naked body, as he repeatedly ran his soapy hands up and down the length of my hard cock. I leaned forward and stroked his hard cock while he continued to work mine with his soapy hands. As the moment neared I rinsed the soap of and instructed him to finish with his mouth. I watched through slited eyelids as my slave boy, water running off his head and over my crotch, lowered his mouth over the head of my cock. I helped him move his hands to my balls and demonstrated how firmly I liked them messaged during a blowjob. I wrapped my legs around him and placed a hand on each side of his head urging him to take more and more of my large cock through his stretched lips. I paused and pulled his head off my cock, turning it so I could see his face. "When I cum you have to swallow it." My slave boy stared back at me with large solemn eyes, then nodded his head. I gently moved his mouth back over the head of my cock, and stroked his wet hair as my cock began to twitch and flood his mouth with my hot cum. He tried, he really did try to swallow it all. When he looked up at me, his eyes betraying his anxiousness for my approval a thin string of cum hung from the corner of his mouth to his chin and dripped in slow motion to the shower floor. I pulled him to me and hugged him to my chest while I again explored his mouth with my tongue tasting the remnants of my own emissions. I released him from my embrace and stood up. "That was pretty good." I assured him as I handed him a towel to dry me. "But you'll need to get a little more practice before the party. Men are going to be paying good money to cum in your mouth and we need to make sure they get their money's worth." After I had been toweled dry I took the towel and rubbed the water off my slave boy. Then, throwing the towel into the laundry hamper, I took the boys hand and led him from the bathroom. "Let's eat some breakfast then I'll give you some lessons in cock sucking." When we arrived in the kitchen I set my slave boy work making and buttering toast while I brewed coffee and cocked eggs. I explained to him that he would, eventually, be expected to prepare breakfast and serve it to me. Having this naked little slave boy with me and not being able to properly fuck him had put me into a position where I was becoming obsessed with his body. I held him in my lap while we ate our eggs and toast. My left hand never stopped roaming over his smooth skin. Between bites my right hand would fondle his hard little cock and his marble sized balls. Having been starved for male attention my little slave boy reveled in my affections. When my cock began to harden again he reached down and began to caress it of his own accord. We finished eating and I watched his naked body as he moved around the kitchen putting the dirty dishes in the dishwasher and wiping off the counters and the table. We moved into the front room where I sat in the same chair we had been in the night before and, with him in my lap we watched videotapes of young boys sucking on huge grown up cocks. As we watched each blowjob I would fondle him, and after each video taped blowjob he would practice the techniques he had seen on my hard up thrust cock. After two hours of stopping him just short of my orgasm I couldn't wait any longer and, after warning him shot a massive pent-up load of cum into his tiny sucking mouth. He swallowed great gobs of spunk but more drained back out of his mouth and down my shaft into my pubic hair. As my orgasmic spasms died away I instructed him to lick my balls, pubic hair and cock shaft clean. When he was done I pulled him back up into my lap and held his naked body next to mine while I regained my strength. My breath returning to normal and my cock stirring from contact with the flawless warm skin of my slave boy I stood him between my legs and caressed his soft skin as I spoke to him with studied seriousness. "I'm going to show you a video of a slave boy your age getting fucked by a grown man. I'm going to show this to you so you will know what is going to happen to you today. I also want to make sure you know that when you are fucked for the first time today it will hurt. It will hurt more than almost anything you've ever done before." He stared back at me with large brown solemn eyes that grew larger with apprehension as I spoke. "But you have to be brave. You have to do this, to have this done to you without showing fear, without crying out." I took him in my arms and held him, I could feel his beating heart against my chest. "I promise you that in a very short time you will be able to enjoy fucking as much as the slave boy in the video does." I pulled the trembling scared little slave boy back into my lap and held him protectively as I started the tape. On the screen my previous slave, just days before he went to live with his new owner, enthusiastically fucked himself on my hard cock all the while talking about how great it felt and occasionally leaning back and turning his head to receive a deep kiss. While we watched I gently stroked my new slave boy's erect cock until his body shook and small drops of moisture appeared from the slit at the top of his cockhead. I collected the precious drops of fluid and licked them from my fingers. I turned off the video and escorted my slave boy into the bedroom to dress him for the party. After I put his skintight black spandex trunks on him I reached through the almost invisible slit in the front and pulled his cock and balls threw to hang exposed in front of him. I turned him around and made sure the oval opening in the back was properly centered over his inviting virgin asshole. I put a gold studded collar around his neck, and a smaller version around his cock and balls. I got out his 'chastity belt' and buckled the belt around his waist. From the back of the belt hung a chain attached to a small silver oval plate. I adjusted the chain then, feeding the chain attached to the other end of the oval between his legs opened it where it split into two chains to run on each side of his genitals, and positioned it around his cock and balls. Above his cock it joined back up to one chain and was attached to the front of the belt. The small oval plate was there to display and protect his anal chastity until the highest bidder publicly fucked him for the first time. The plate could be moved to the side far enough to allow inspection of his anal opening and penetration by exploratory fingers. Custom called for no more than the first two joints of the forefinger to be used in testing the tightness and muscle tone of the slave boys waiting asshole. Finally I put a blindfold on him, then knelt down and spoke to him. "From here on you must remain blindfolded until after your first fuck. You will never know who fucked you first. Symbolically he is fucking you for all of us." I held and caressed the scared slave boy. "You will never be able to look at a man and know for sure that he has not already fucked you, and for that reason you will never have any reason to turn down any man when they desire to fuck you." I placed a hand on each side of his face and brought his lips to mine. I pushed my tongue into his mouth and caressed his hard little cock. Then I stood up and attached a leash to his collar. I gave the collar a gentle pull, "Come on, it's time to go." When we arrived at the pool party I got my slave boy out of the car then inspected him to make sure everything was ready for our entrance. Bending over I gave him a quick kiss and massaged his cock to insure it would be hard when we walked through the gate. The pool party was a money making affair for the pool owner and for me and my fellow slave trainers who had either new slaves to show off or trained slaves ready to sell. Barely were we inside the gate when the paying guests began to push twenty dollar bills into my hands for a blowjob from my knew slave boy. Just as I had expected his obvious inexperience and clumsy-ness at performing these acts of oral sex increased instead of decreased his popularity. Before or after each blowjob my slave boy would be instructed to lean forward while the man moved the silver plate aside and probed his ass to evaluate its fuckablility. After two hours of sucking cocks, having his cock played with and having his ass inspected my slave boy was showing obvious signs of fatigue. He had already earned a bundle of money for me so I took him into the house and found bedroom that was not already occupied. I laid down on the bed with him and held him gently while he slept. My own cock had been hard all morning. Oh how desperately I wanted to fuck his tender little ass. While he slept I pulled my cock out of my pants and gently rubbed it up and down his bare thigh until I shot my cum on his leg. Then I laid my head down next to his and dosed off with him. I awoke about ninety minutes later. It was time to start the auction. I stroked his warm smooth skin and called to him quietly. When he woke up I lifted him off the bed and straightened his trunks. I got him a coke and gave him a mild tranquilizer and muscle relaxant to help him stay calm during his coming ordeal. Holding onto his leash and with my hand on his shoulder we walked back out to the pool. This pool party is a once a year event that draws rich old queens from all over the world. Each one hoping to buy a slave boy. Either their first or one to replace a current slave who had gotten a little too old for their tastes or just one to add to a growing harem. To buy a new slave, or to evaluate the young boys like mine who were just starting they're training and would be available for sale in the future. First the new slaves in training would have their fist ass fucks auctioned, then the slaves who were up for sale would be auctioned. After the auction the trainee slaves would be publicly deflowered on a stage set up over the deep end of the pool. Then by custom the new owners of the slaves that had been sold would have their first sex with their new slaves in public on the same platform. After the deflowering and first fucks, the slaves would retire each to their own tent set up on the lawn and entertain every man who came through the door of their tent. My slave was to be the first one to have his anal 'maidenhood' auctioned. I led him on a promenade around the pool zigging and zaging between the cocktail tables while the potential bidders got one last look and perhaps a quick feel of the slave on his way up to the auction block. I was made proud by my little slave as he walked proudly to the auction block and set a new record. I received almost as much for his anal deflowering as some of the other trainers received for their slaves. I must admit that I felt growing jealousy while I watched the man who had outbid every one else hold and caress my young slave boy while he waited for the time to fuck him. I so badly wanted to be the first with this cute little slave boy. I decided then and their that I would throw custom to the wind and when he went to his tent I would be the first to join him and be the second to fuck his tender little ass. Finally the time came, the high bidder led my little boy to the altar and ceremoniously removed his chastity belt. I had to turn my head away for a moment and wipe a tear away. As I turned back the man had bent my slave boy over the back of a chair and was down on his knees with his face buried between the boys butt cheeks and his tongue pushing into the boys anal opening. The crowed was going wild, a chant of "fuck him, fuck him, fuck him," was slowly growing in volume and intensity. Every where I looked men had pulled their cocks out and stroked them in time to the chanting. The man about to fuck my little boy stood and paused for a moment while an older slave slathered his large hard cock with lubricant. Once his cock was lubricated the man turned back to my waiting little boy and placing the glistening head of his cock against the little boys virgin sphincter bent over and put his hands on the boys hips. The chanting and cock stroking stopped as the entire crowed held its breath and watched the huge cock slip inch by inch into the stretched ass hole of the little boy leaning over the back of the chair. I almost burst with pride even though tears seeped from beneath the blind fold and ran down his cheeks my little slave made not one sound as the cock sank into him. I took my own cock out and stroked it, as did every one else, in time with the cock fucking in and out of my slave boy's ass. The chant of "fuck him, fuck him" was taken up again in time to the cock fucking his tender rear hole. The man on the stage held his cock buried in the boy's ass as he turned his face towards the heavens, bellowed his enjoyment and filled the no longer virgin hole with hot cum. Every one in the audience showered their neighbors with cum as they ejaculated along with the lucky slave deflower-er on the stage. I immediately slipped away from the crowd and met the two older slaves who had retrieved my slave boy from the stage and were depositing him in his tent. As soon as they had left I closed the tent flaps and tied them. That single bow tie holding the flaps guaranteed our privacy for as long as I cared to stay with my young slave boy. I knelt down beside the lounge they had laid him on and gently removed his blindfold. He opened his tear-streaked eyes and looked at me, I beamed my approval. He sat up and almost jumped into my arms. Throwing his arms around my neck and planting his lips on mine he pushed his tongue into my mouth as I had done to him so often over the last twenty-four hours. Still on my knees, holding him so tightly he almost could not breath I showered his tear streaked cheeks and eyes with kisses. Then I kissed down his neck and across his chest. I paused to suck gently on each of his nipples feeling them harden in my lips. While I kissed down his smooth skinned belly I unbuckled the strap around his genitals and gently fondled his balls and cock. I cupped his buttocks with both hands and lifted him onto the edge of the lounge. Running my hands up and down his inner thighs, I lowered my head to his crotch and slowly engulfed his genitals in my hot wet mouth. The boy leaned back against the pillows and moaned with pleasure as my tongue worked over his lovely sweet tasting cock and balls. I continued to lick and suck his genitals until he had gone through four body shivering orgasms. Then I abandoned his crotch and, laying him down on the lounge, laid down beside him and held him close to me. I was obsessed with his small body. While I ran my right hand over his smooth flawless skin I retrieved the tube of lubricant from the table and began to smear it over my large hard cock. "Did it hurt too much when that man fucked you?" I asked as I began to work the tip of my lubricated finger into his anal opening. "It didn't hurt as much as I thought it would." He replied as he turned his body so he could look at me while I lifted his leg and placing my glistening cock head against his puckered opening gently began to push inside him. He turned his upper body toward me and we stared into each other's eyes. He wrapped his arms around my neck and resting his head on my shoulder whispered in my ear as my cock sank completely into his tight hole. "I'm really glad you're hear to teach me all this guy stuff." I decided that instant that this slave boy would be mine, forever. I will never sell him, I will train him to be my assistant and we will train other slave boys together. I will never give up those big beautiful brown eyes that look at me so lovingly while my dick is slipping into him. -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----