I could hear the sound of his bike screeching to a halt and falling over onto its side, as Preston hopped off and ran up the stairs to my front door. He was one minute late, and he knew he would pay for it. The door was unlocked and Preston knew he was allowed to enter after knocking once. I was standing across the room, wearing a gray robe that I had purchased at some expense for my last trip to Egypt a few years ago. It had become a favorite of mine, the kind of old friend that gives you body comfort each time you put it on. The knock was hurried and light. The door flew open and Preston stepped into my home, all sweaty and feverish with a slightly wild look on his beautiful teen age face.

"I'm sorry, I'm late. It's not my fault. My aunt came to visit and mom..." while the apologies tumbled from his mouth, he kicked off his athletic shoes and peeled off his socks. His slender arms almost ripped the tee shirt from his body, and then his nervous fingers fumbled with the buckle of his belt and the metal button of his jeans. The pants fell to the floor around his shapely ankles and his rather large feet. He was still a growing boy, after all. He kicked the jeans from his feet and tugged down his boxer underpants. Once he had kicked these aside, he stood totally bare assed naked in front of me. It was a most pleasing sight. He was a beautiful boy, no doubt about it. That was why I had chosen him. I only had to see his ass at the mall rolling inside the shorts he wore that day, and I knew at once that I wanted to...no, had to....fuck it.

If you are at all like me, you have stared at the asses of countless boys, barely into their teens, and felt your dick grow rock hard with desire. Thousands and thousands of hot young boy asses passing by every week, and you know you will never get to sample them.But of the thousands, every now and then, one boy falls into your arms and onto your dick. Whenever horny dudes ask me what quality has allowed me to score with so much young boy twat over the years, my answer is simple...patience. If you are lucky, you may succeed once out of ever two or three hundred tries. If you do not have patience, you will surly never achieve success.

I had been gently toying with Preston for six months, and only at the start of this summer, had my efforts paid off. He was a gentle, sensitive boy, and something of a loner. The perfect makings of a true submissive. He stood as I had taught him, legs apart so his thirteen year old dick and balls were fully displayed, hands behind his back so his slender chest stuck out, the nipples fat and pouty. I had been working on those nipples for weeks now, and they were coming along beautifully. He looked at the floor, his hair hanging to slightly hide his beautiful face. He had magnificent lips. True cocksucker lips. That was the second thing I had noticed about him at the mall. When he spoke to his teenage pals...how perfectly his lips would fit around my big thick dick.

I could see form the way he trembled slightly that he was scared. As well he should be, after all he was a minute late. It was summer. He had nothing much to do all day every day except please me. It wasn't like when he was in school and might be delayed by some stupid Science or Art project, or by some dumb teenage athletic competition. No, it was summer, and he was meant to be exactly on time. As I said, he trembled ever so slightly, and as he did, his flaccid little dick wobbled over his chunky round thirteen year old nuts.

"You know you will be punished for being late." To be honest, punishing him was one of my favorite pastimes, so I was always finding some reason to lay into him.

"It was my aunt, honest, I was ready to come over and...." I heard the catch in his voice, almost like he was about to cry. My God, I loved to see a teenage boy cry. I have been known to have an ejaculation without touching my dick, just from watching a boy in tears.

"That is no excuse, you fucking Twat. You know the rules. You will have to be punished."

He lifted his head then, his big eyes filled with tears. "Please don't be mad at me..." My dick gave a lurch. What a perfect little cunt. Here I was berating him for being late, and he was was concerned that I would be angry with him. perfect.

I allowed myself to smile. "I am not angry with you, Preston. You know I love you. I am only disappointed. And besides, no matter whether it was your fault or not, you broke a rule. And when you break a rule...what happens?"

He licked his thirteen year old cocksucker lips. " I get punished."

"So shall we get it out of the way now, so it doesn't spoil our nice day together? You don't want to be worrying about it all day, do you?"

He licked his lips again. His toes curled. "No, Sir, I don't want to worry about it all day. Let's get it over with." His breathing was a bit ragged. So fucking cute. He had a slight summer tan, but nothing extreme like most boys who run around all summer outdoors. After all, he had spent most of the summer thus far, getting fucked in the ass and sucking dick in my bed.

"Okay then, climb up onto the trunk." He gave me one, long, pleading look, as if silently asking me to go easy on him. Then he dropped to his hands and knees and crawled across the floor. I had spend one full day teaching him how to crawl. How to keep his young perfect ass up in the air and his legs slightly apart. How to open his mouth and allow his tongue to hang from his pretty mouth like a horny dog. Horny boy, horny dog...same difference. He was so fucking pretty, my dick throbbed and pushed itself out from the opening in my robe. A drop of pre-fuck formed at the pisshole. And I had just fucked him not twenty-four hours before.

"It was only a minute or two..." he mumbled as he crawled. It is not advisable to allow even the slightest recalcitrance in a teenage boy. I raised one naked foot and pushed the kid over onto his side. His little dick danced. He looked up at me, fear in his eyes.

"One minute or one hour, it's all the same. You were late. Do you understand that?" I put my naked foot on his dick and balls and pushed. He grunted.

"Yes, Sir. I didn't mean nothing by that."

"Well, that's good, because you know how much I care about you. But if you disobey me or disrespect me, I will throw you out on your useless ass. Now climb up onto the trunk."

He knew the position. He lay on his back, knees spread and up to his chest, holding his legs apart and int he air. This gave me a perfect look at his pretty pink thirteen year old prick and his round firm, chunky balls. I could also see his beautiful little boy asshole, a bit red and sore from all the fucking I have been giving it. I have eight and a half inches of thick dick, and Preston had been a virgin when he met me. Finding new and unique ways to stretch his little pussy had occupied most of our time together.

Why did this sweet innocent boy allow me to abuse him the way I did? Was it something in his nature? It certainly wasn't something as simple as my seductive power. I am quite good at picking up and seducing innocent boys. It's a skill I have. I know how to work them. But there has to also be something in the boy. I learned this when I was quite young myself, just out of my teens. You can see it in the way some boys behave. You sense that they need love or approval, or support of some kind, and that they will be submissive to get it. Someone once told me that any kind of attention, even abusive attention, is better than no attention at all.

"You know I love you, Preston," I said, as I gently spread his knees a bit wider to open him up even more. I took a piece of adhesive tape and taped his slender little dick up against his groin, out of the way.

"I love you too, Sir." He said, genuine devotion in his thin, young boy voice. He curled his toes and flexed his feet. I walked over to my desk and came back with a wooden ruler. The I stopped.

"What do you think, Preston, the ruler or the long wooden spoon from the kitchen?"

He was so scared now, his voice squeaked. "The ruler please, Sir."

"Yes, but the wooden spoon would impress upon you that you are never to be late again. It would certainly give you a more lasting lesson, don't you think?"

"I suppose, Sir. If you say so." He was just on the verge of sobbing, I could tell. I had learned his limits and all the right buttons to push to test them. Of course I don't believe in respecting limits. I believe in helping a boy to stretch them.

"Yes, I think the wooden spoon." The spoon hurt much more than the ruler. Whereas the ruler snapped and stung, the spoon hurt deep and long. I heard him gulp and choke back a sob. Beautiful. As I walked to the kitchen to get the spoon, I wondered briefly what other boys his age were doing on this fine summer day; playing baseball perhaps, or swimming, or "gone fishin'." Preston was lying naked on my big brown wooden trunk, waiting for his punishment for being one minute late.

When I returned to the living room, I took a moment to notice how the boy was growing. He was already taller than he had been at the start of the summer. He was at that age. How sad. Soon, I might lose interest in him. But then again, there were those boys who kept my interest into their late teens and early twenties. Boys who had proven to me that they could really take it. Boys who had show me how low a lad could be taken. Boys who had learned to grovel in abuse and degradation. But they were special. They were the boys of my life! I wasn't sure Preston had that special quality. Preston was more the kind of cunt I would use and then pass on to my friends to fuck up even more. The kind of good boy that we enjoyed breaking, getting him to drop out of school, run away from home and become a fucked up street hustler by fourteen or fifteen. He was certainly pretty enough. He could earn a good living sucking dick in public toilets and picking up johns in the park.

I stepped between his spread legs and looked down into his pretty face. "Now Preston, you know I adore you and never want to see you hurt in any way. But you also know, that I can't tolerate a boy to disrespect me."

"I respect you, Sir. I love you." It was so great to hear that. It made me feel like I could do almost anything at all to him.

"I love you too, Preston, and just as soon as I get through punishing you, I am going to show you how much I love you. I am going to let you suck my dick and balls and asshole for two hours. And then I am going to fuck you for a very long time. That's what you want, isn't it, to feel my big thick dick deep in your little boy pussy?"

"Oh yes Sir." His voice grew thick with little boy saliva.

"All right then, let's get this over with. Ten I think. But remember, if you close your legs, we have to start all over again. Okay, Ready?" I smiled down at my young summer fuck.

"Ready, Sir!" he said.

"Eyes open, I want you to watch!" I shoved a wadded up old condom into his mouth so he would not bite off his tongue form the pain.Don't get me wrong, it was not my condom. I don't use them with boys. No, it was a used rubber that I found one day in the park. I gently nudged his ball sack with curved bowl of the wooden spoon. I smiled at how the bowl end perfectly cupped his scrotum. Then I pulled it back and thwacked the spoon hard against the soft pink hairless flesh the boy's thirteen year old nutsack. The most beautiful sound came from his throat, like the cry of a baby bird. His knees trembled and he almost lost control of them. I had hit him squarely on the nuts. I knew the dull throbbing pain would give way to a sickening nausea and ripping agony that would travel through his entire young body. That was the beauty of smacking a boy in the nuts, the pain lasted. Little Preston gulped for breath. His whole body shook.

"Good boy. Only nine more to go. I decided to concentrate on a single nut for the next blow...to really flatten the fucker with the spoon. Then on the next stroke, I would move to the other teen nut. By the time I finished, the entire ball sack would be swollen and red. I would later squeeze and twist those sore nuts while I fucked his little ass.

I had other plans for the day as well. After I fucked his mouth and cunt, I would sit the little darling down and have a long talk with him. I wanted to expand his horizons. I would tell him that if he really loved me, he had to prove it to me by passing a test. He had to go out and suck the dicks of other men. Up until now, I had been the only dick he had ever tasted. He was a total virgin when I picked him up at the mall; totally innocent and totally trusting. So now it was time to turn him into a real cock whore. I would tart by asking him to suck some friends of mine, just as a test or a proof of his love for me. And then I would urge him on to more and more perverse acts. My goal of course was to get him sucking dick all day long. I wanted him to have nothing at all in his little thirteen year old life...but COCK. Hopefully by the end of the summer his mouth and ass would be used all day every day and into the evening. And then when school started, I would work toward turning him into his school's official cocksucker. The other boys would abuse and bully him. He would become a fucked up mess, with me guiding him every step of the way.

WHAP! I brought the spoon down with a terrifying smack onto the boy's thirteen year old left nut!