Cyberboy

Mr. Agato's Son

I looked down at the little brat and felt my dick stiffen once again! He was on his back on a small table, not small because it was low to the floor, on the contrary he was raised up to my waist level. But it was small because it was designed just so to hold a little boy, with looped-ropes through holes at the back behind his head to hold his wrists tightly 3; and then to dangle his smooth legs off the front end. His ankles had leather straps around them attached to chains which ran up to a pair of pulleys at the ceiling and back down again. The kid's father and I were tugging on the chains, causing the upper wheels to turn and forcing the boy's legs up and then spread apart so wide that they'd both be at ninety-degree angles from his torso. His little body was straining, all his undeveloped muscles taut and visible beneath his smooth skin, struggling against the cruel pressure! You could tell how much it must hurt from the pained-expressions and crying the kid was making 3; fuck, that got me hard!

He was still wearing his bright yellow, Golden Boy, super-hero outfit, the short cape was spread under his back and the gloves and elf-booties were still there, his father explained, to help keep the chafing to his wrists and ankles at a minimum. Then there was the little domino-style face-mask made of a stretchy material that clung tightly around his eyes and while it didn't do much to protect his secret ID it helped immensely with the whole captured hero-boy look. The only other part of his uniform was the tight-fitting, little brief, which had a sizable hole in it just over his anus through which we'd both raped him just a few minutes before! Damn, there was still some cum dripping from his red, sore boy-hole 3; he looked so hot! He was a little Japanese boy, eight-years old, very sexy with decent muscle-tone for such a little brat. Probably about 3' 8" [1.12 m] and maybe 50 pounds [23 kg], with the spikey style short hair and blond toning. Kenji Agato 3; fucking hot kid!

His father and I had started talking about our boys the other day after a work-out at our Sports Club. We're both in our late twenties, and in good shape, strong and muscular, and we both had one boy each at close to the same age, going to the same school. And we were both quite sexually active with our boys too. But Mr. Agato kept going on about how very much more adventurous his own brat was. Finally, he invited me to come over today and try him out. I really wasn't sure what to expect, but it sounded like it would be fun. I had no idea how much fun it would be.

We came through the door and the kid come dashing out of his bedroom immediately, dressed in nothing but a shiny-silver bikini brief and a pair of glasses. He embraced his father with obvious love and Mr. Agato hugged back and petted the boy lingeringly up and down his smooth, unblemished back and then up again to caress his jet-black hair luxuriously. There was clearly a powerful and unbreakable sensation of love between man and boy that the father and son shared together. Mr. Agato then turned the boy around and placed him forward, moving his hands in front to stroke his son's chest and the other to reach down and caress the delicate boy-penis of the child. And he said to his son, "This is Mr. Andrews, your schoolmate, Ricky's father.

The nearly-naked boy bowed low to me and said eagerly, "my name is Kenji Agato, eight-years old and in the second-grade. I hope you will enjoy me very much for your adult sexual pleasure!"

Apparently Kenji was quite aware that any man that his father brought home and introduced to him was clearly there to fuck him. Smart kid.

With a sharp palm-strike against the boy's firm behind, his father barked orders at him. "Quickly now, go and put on your Golden Boy super-hero uniform and come back. Be prepared to be very brave for while the both of us will surely enjoy fucking you for our own pleasure, we intend to do so extremely hard and with no consideration of your meager feelings! You are only a mere boy. Now GO!"

Without hesitation, the boy raced to his bedroom which was just a little down the hall, and I was too curious not to follow. Kenji had pulled his little outfit from where it was hung on a hanger in his closet and had just slipped out of his silvery brief as I entered. This forced him to pause in the fulfillment of his father's orders to bow again towards me, although this time utterly naked. There was not even the slightest trace of shyness in the boy from being entirely naked in the presence of a man.

His voice was high and clearly excited as he said, "I have many outfits of sexual excitement to wear for the greater pleasures of men! As you can see, Mr. Andrew-san, I have four of the school uniforms, of course with the very shortest of short-pants. And as well as my Golden Boy outfit, there are three other boy-hero uniforms for the experience of bravest sexual adventures of violent-capture, extreme punishment and dangerous rape! These are my favorites for as a boy-hero, I know I will experience the most intense sensations of boyhood possible. The men who play these sorts of games with me, acting the part of the villains, always feel that I have asked for and very much deserve the infliction of punishments, and so do not relent simply because I am so small. But I am not afraid," he declared, "Because here is nothing more exciting to me than to dress in my daring Golden Boy uniform and to play such a cosplay game in which I am captured and tied up and forced to experience continuous sensations of the most intense of feelings!"

"You mean 3; even torture?" I asked.

"Hai!" he answered proudly. "A boy-hero must be the bravest of boys!"

He then gestured back to his closet and offered, "I have also the soccer, baseball, karate, and kendo uniforms for sports-game play, and tights and leotards for ballet dance and my acrobatic training. I must be in tiptop physical condition so that men may enjoy me more! These outfits are also sometimes enjoyed by men to have me wear before I am used in acts of sexual pleasure! It is so that I enjoy to be loved generously by men, as well as to thrill to much more violent sexual acts."

I commented at how tidy his room was and he beamed at the compliment of a man and said, "Sankyuu. It must be kept clean for the men who wish to enjoy me and make me feel the great intensity of fucking and other games in here. My bed is in the center of the room and is very large for the consideration of such men. I am sometimes taken with gentleness and yet at other times 3; as you can see there are chain-restraints wrapped neatly around the four bedposts for the play of the most thrilling bondage! Atop this chest is a book shelf lined with many jars of anal-lubricants, each of which is specially formulated to cause different sensations within the anus of a young boy such as me. Some of these are intended to enhance the breathless pleasure of penetration for a lucky boy, and so are wonderful gifts! Others of these oils, however, demand that a boy be fiercely brave and strong as they increase the sensations of pain that a small boy such as me must always feel from the power of a man's thrusts within me!"

Little Kenji was simply incapable of saying these sorts of words without becoming aroused. His boy-dicklet was very stiff, standing straight up in further expression of his desire to be a boy and be taken by men! Several times, his hand moved involuntary with the need to touch himself, but the discipline of boyhood kept him from doing so. A boy in the presence of a man must submit himself and place his pleasure entirely in the hands of the man! "There is also a collection of many dildos, sized and shaped for the pleasurable penetration of my boy-anus, as well as others which are meant as firm and striking punishments! These," he said as he gingerly lifted into his small hands an incredibly potent, thirteen-inch [33 cm] hard-rubber device with chrome studs all over and around it, "these are most often used when I am tied securely to the bed, so that I may struggle valiantly from the sensations of exciting pain, but be thrillingly helpless to do anything but endure! Many men enjoy inflicting such sensations upon a helpless boy!"

By his harsh breathing, he clearly enjoyed it too. "Dildos are fun!" he continued. "A boy can be made to experience so many things. It is so adventurous to be tied in arousing positions of bondage, with my smooth and slender legs spread painfully far apart so that fearsome dildos of powerful size and shape can be made to go into me! I am always excited and cannot prevent getting a most stiff boy-boner when I am getting to play the part of a helpless but brave boy in a session of thrilling anal-sex torture with intense thrustings of awesomely big dildos inside me! To feel such a thing 3; so big and cruelly shaped to be nothing other than an extreme sexual torture 3; aaaAAAAaaa! And the men are so thrilled to do these things to me with such cruel and merciless intent so that I truly know what it is to be a helpless boy! And I must be brave 3; I must! To remain true to being a boy-hero and withstand, as much as it is possible, the torments that they cause to me. It is true, Mr. Andrew-san, that I cannot help but cry and often even scream from these experiences, because I am only a boy 3; but still, I try my best always to struggle and resist and be brave and so even to cry and scream as a true boy!"

I stepped over to the boy and sat next to him on his bed as he stood beside me. He stood very still as I traced the fingers of my right hand down the front of his sturdy, athletic, naked chest and stomach and then circled his slender waist. "You are beautiful," I said as I traced the perfect tan-line of a boy who has sunned himself while wearing only a v-style bikini, his body a creamy-smooth golden-brown except for the precious arrows at his front and back, pointing the way up between his legs for all men to take him sexually! His lean, gorgeous body was entirely hairless, except of course for the dark sheen of jet-black hair brushed backwards on his head, lightly gelled for the spiked style, and blond tinted at the tips. He was already a very pretty boy, but he also put great effort towards exuding a clearly sexual style and manner. My hand then reached around to his pert, protruding round bottom, and I caressed his smooth cheeks gently. There was a shallow cupboard attached to the wall near the bed, and I knew it was filled with belts, straps, canes, cords, whips, and sticks. How many thousands upon thousands of brutal spanks has this perfect boy-butt felt, I wondered? All in the service of arousing men to further acts of sex with him!

The little Japanese lad responded to my touch with his stiff, three-inch [7½ cm] erection of dagger-hard boyhood gradually pointing towards me. I could not resist it as I leaned down and forward and took the whole of his excited boyhood in my mouth, and for several moments, loved him generously with my lips and tongue which caused his tiny body to quiver and gasp. Gradually then, I started to slide a single finger into his hungry boy-anus and, oh yes, his whole delicate body stiffened at the abrupt presence. But I was amazed, still, at how tight he was and the pressure I needed to put simply one finger inside him. I imagined this boy was likely fucked hundreds of times every month, but he was still as tight as a virgin boy his own age.

Without hesitation as my finger forced its way inside him, Kenji slowly spread his slender legs in open invitation to be fucked immediately! And I knew for certain that this was a boy who liked to be fucked more than anything else in the world! Nothing would please him more than for me to push him onto the bed and mount with a single, forceful, unlubricated thrust!

And yet, he also knew that he was not responding to his father's orders with the prompt swiftness of a proper boy. He was still naked, not dressing himself at all, for as he was only a boy, he could not disobey my own wishes. Kenji swallowed with nervous guilt even as he also shuddered with boyish pleasure at my touch. He knew he would be punished either way, and I rather liked that idea. That the boy would be punished for simply doing what I wanted him to do!

There was nothing for the lovely lad to do but continue breathlessly and raspy-voiced with his little narration as I proceeded to stroke him and delay him. "I 3; I have often spent many hours with men who at times need moments of relaxation, and so there is the wall-mounted screen for the television. If a man should wish it, he 3; he could watch of the many sexual adventures I have known in th..this room or within the more thrilling cooo 3; confines of the dungeon where I believe my father will have me taken later with you, Mr. Andrew-san for the game of me being the bravest, little super-hero, Golden Boy! These most explicit of videos arouse the men to further exertions upon my 3;"

"AAaaaaAAAaaaa 3;!" he unexpectedly exclaimed as I slipped a second finger gently into the moist tightness of the luscious lad's sphincter.

He found the strength to continue, "I 3; I have many drawers to hold the fine collection of briefs, underwear, bikinis, thongs, speedos, and such which my kindest father has bought for me. I love to wear such things and so to entice as many men as possible to feel the most of sexual desire for me. It is good to be a boy that men want very much to fuck! Ahh, to fuck me many times 3; and with strength and vigor 3; the power of men shared with a young boy!" he stated proudly. Then the boy deftly reached and opened a drawer to hold up a leather bit that is nothing more than a sturdy strap for the waist and a tiny, tight-fitting pouch to the front and string to the back, "Some are even intended to fill a man with the 3; the darkest of paaah 3; passions towards even a very small boy! It is good for men to see me and want to perform acts of viiii 3; violent rape with me!" He held the bondage-bikini up for me to see, "It is very sexy, ne? It is true what my father has said to me, that a boy who wears such a thing truly is asking for it and deserves everything that should happen to him!"

I brushed it aside and pulled his face to me and kissed him hard and with passion, my tongue plunging deep into the mouth of the eight-year old boy. He responded perfectly, his arms thrown around my strong shoulders without any hesitation. We kissed together for more than a minute before I finally let him go. His earnest, round face lingered before me, his lips trembling. I have never seen a boy who wanted to be fucked more than Kenji at this moment. Finally, he could only whisper, " 3; my father 3;" with considerable guilt.

I did not let him go, however, continuing to touch, explore, and enjoy his naked body. "Tell me more," I said.

"Hunhh 3; hunhhhh," he gasped. "My 3; collection of briefs take up fo 3; four drawers. Th 3; the bottom two hold the few shirts I sometimes wear and shorts to go with them. The shorts are small and tight and 3; and very short. Men want boys to 3; to dress in this way! Ohhhhh 3; I perform my school work at my desk with its very new coo 3; computer and the 24" [61 cm] screen! I have the fullest array of webcam gear and perhaps you have already noticed the two very expensive digital cameras on stands also in this room? It is with my father's firm encouragement that I attend sites and chat groups and so to meet even more men who will wish to make the constant sexual use of me. I also am responsible for maintaining my own website, which is as you can see, Mr. Andrew-san, is for offering me as a boy-whore for sale in every conceivable way. It is updated weekly with new and exciting images, videos, and sound files which customers may buy. There are many gallery listings, such as oral (which is mostly to show me giving the finest of oral pleasures to men), and anal (which is mostly to show me receiving the great gift of penetration from men), and rape (which is mostly to show me experiencing man/boy sex in the most true way, which is in a painful manner as a young boy who cannot withstand the full force of men!), and bondage (which is the bravest and most exciting adventures of boyhood!)! All of these are for sale as downloads for the pleasure of men.

"I think it is most thrilling that men should find such images of me as cause for their own sexual stimulation! In my boyish inexperience, it had not occurred to me how popular the sound files of my exclamations would be as I experience the perfect moment of penetration, either gentle or with earnest force, and then the repeated strokes inside of me! Enjoying the highest of sales presently is such a file of me having to experience one hundred strokes of a cane against my firm, boy-bottom!" which he punctuated with a playful slap against his naked butt. "There is the whistling sound of the cane as it is swung through the air, followed by the impact against my callow flesh and, of course, my cry of bitterest and sharp experience! There are picture files to document this as well for, as you please must understand Mr. Andrew-san, everything is real and so if it was said to be one hundred of the fiercest spanks, than so it was! Ahhh 3; I was dressed in only the leather bikini I had shown you earlier and tied by my wrists and ankles with absolute helplessness between two strong poles. Because I have not the strength of a man, for I am only a boy and miserably weak, I passed out constantly from the intense strikes against me. And so it was that I had to be revived over and over and this then took many hours. I am ashamed to say how often I sobbed and cried and screamed and begged for the end of this thrilling adventure and true test of my boyhood! But it is so that I am only a small boy, and it is best to be this way for the noble pleasure of men!"

The boy's eyes glistened as he spoke and his little boy-dicklet was dagger-hard at the memory of this brutal assault to his delicate body. "It had been a particularly long session followed by a strenuous gang-rape involving four very big and strong men!" For little Kenji, sex, rape, bondage and even torture were clearly all part of the same thing 3; all part of being a boy! And there was no doubt that the boy was glad of it.

As I held him in my strong arms and stroked his dagger-stiff boyhood, Kenji spoke on, as if to assure me that everything was true. "My honored father first came to feel desire for me even before I was four years of age, and so taught me to perform sexually with a man! I first learned the giving of oral pleasure and to swallow a man's sperm with eagerness! But it also was not long before he instructed me in the skills a true boy must now in accepting the strong and potent erection of a man within my own tight and confined anus! It was over a year before I learned to enjoy the passion of anal-sex, and to understand that I was a boy and it was my duty to give pleasure to a man in this way. He did not instruct me alone during this time, Mr. Andrew-san; I had many teachers and learned to endure the grueling experiences of gang-sex before I entered kindergarten school! I am glad I was made to experience such constant molestation because it made me the boy that I am!

"My honored father began to introduce me to bondage-play after I had entered school. By then, I was truly a boy and eager to please my father in every way! He very much enjoyed spanking me, and so it was my duty to learn to endure as many spanks as possible. I strive to be brave at first and act as though the sensation of spanking is nothing. But then, the repeated impacts and the harshness of the tools that are used against me, force me to cry and even come to screams and pleading. I learned that I should not try to resist too much because a man enjoys to hear the cries of a boy that he is punishing! And too, not only did I enjoy pleasing my father, but also I came to enjoy being mistreated and abused in this ways, especially in the form of cosplay adventures!

"For my sixth birthday, I asked my father to allow me to experience an entire weekend of adventure, in which I would wear the uniform of the boy space-cadet, Shinji, from my favorite television show of that time, The Starforce Adacemy! I would have secret information which the enemy agents, who had captured me, would do anything to make me reveal! I pleaded with him that he and his friends who would assist him in this adventure would show no restraint against me! In the TV show, Shinji, Boy Space Cadet had often been shown being a captive, and the wicked agents would hit him with slaps across his face and even with fists! Of course I knew on the show it was make-believe and only special effects. But I said to him, "honored father, please hit me for real! I wish to be held by my slender, bare arms in the grips of strong men and slapped forcefully across my face! I wish to be spanked with different instruments of spanking and with the full force of men! I wish to endure punishments of greatest severity, and I wish to be forced to submit to rape beyond my capacity as a boy to withstand! I wish to experience all this for real, father, I wish to know what it is like to be Shinji, Boy Space Cadet, and to have fallen into the clutches of the enemy and forced to reveal everything I know through intense punishment!

"And so it was as I had begged for it to be. It was very real indeed and, if you would like, I can show you the pictures of me taken after the adventure, in which I am covered in cuts and bruises and can barely stand from the enormous abuse I was made to experience over forty-eight thrilling hours! But I am still dressed in the tatters of my Shinji, Boy Space Cadet uniform, and you can see that I am very proud that I remained true to being Shinji for real throughout the adventure!

"And from then on, my honored father knew that I forever wanted to be his boy. Not merely a son that he would enjoy for sexual play during my childhood and youth; but a boy that wished to be his boy forever and to serve him and fulfill all of his desires 3; always as a boy! I knew that my father becomes very aroused at the cries and even screams of a boy who is suffering pain of any nature 3; and I knew also that I was a boy who becomes very aroused at being forced, through pain both sexual and physical, to cry out and even scream! I am an eight-year old boy, Mr. Andrew-san, entirely dedicated to the pleasures of men. Please do not mind that I am so small and helpless against you. Please do not feel protective of me! It is my greatest desire that you should abuse me and molest me for your great pleasures! I am an eight-year old boy for you and for other men, and for my honored father to play with in whatever ways that you would desire!"

Studiously, like a little school-boy finishing his report, he added, "And so finally, there are instructions at my site for men to arrange all manner of experiences and personal adventures with me! They may wish to make pleasurable use of me here or at other places of man/boy adventure or, perhaps, within their own home. In those cases I am sometimes delivered in various manner 3; perhaps formally introduced, or otherwise dressed in an outfit which they have chosen to enhance their excitement of me, perhaps with my wrists tied together behind my back. Some men prefer that I be delivered to them as an unconscious and truly helpless, boy 3; whether by some manner of drug or from a beating with clear marks and bruises. Ahhhh 3; in my adventurous life as a boy, I have felt a full-grown man strike me with the great force of his clenched fist into my stomach more than a hundred times! My left eye has been blackened eighteen times, but my right eye only seventeen," he added as he pointed to each of his wide-open orbs. "It feels so very dangerous to wake up in a strange new place, tied in a manner that suggests I am soon to know intense experiences! Then in other cases, men enjoy beginning certain games by acquiring me themselves. These are most certainly to be games of rape in which I am lured most convincingly by my pretended innocence into a car or else forcibly taken. I am to fight back in these situations, although being only a miserably weak eight-year old boy, I am always quickly over-powered and beaten with manly force and then taken to a place where I must be made to feel the repeated and vigorous fucking of men!"

The boy's pretty, brown eyes got a far-off look and his whole, slight frame experienced a strong tremble as he said, "To be taken by force and raped, held down and helpless and fucked with pain 3; ohhhhhh, truly this is when I feel most like a little boy 3;! And it is the best thing 3; for me to be 3; a little boy!"

I glanced away from the quivering youngster for a moment, my attention caught by the various pictures and posters which covered the walls. They all featured men and boys with an entirely unambiguous sexual theme. I could see lots of shots of an eagerly smiling Kenji in a bikini-speedo either with his father, or other men (sometimes lots of other men), and one in particular of a naked Kenji struggling to open his mouth big enough to take in the biggest, erect man-cock I'd ever seen 3; while a similarly endowed man worked a lubricant into the boy's tight anus. Every spare place of wall was filled with some sort of image, including posters depicting adventurous boy-heroes such as Shinji, Boy Space-Cadet and the super-hero, Golden Boy, almost always captured in the clutches of villains and wide-eyed from sexual torture!

The boy's quick eyes followed my gaze to a particularly exciting photograph. "Ahhh, that is Mr. Jackson-san and Mr. Jackson-san. They are identical twins, each with the great power of a 14" [35 cm] man-cock! They deeply enjoy their monthly visits with me which, I am certain you can imagine, are most intense and bold adventures for me as well!" The child spoke with great pride, obviously well-pleased that he could endure such a deep penetration within his so-young boyish body!

Very politely the boy stepped slightly back and asked, "Mr. Andrew-san, may I now finish dressing myself?"

I replied, "Yes, you should. So that I and your father might begin an intense and bold adventure with you of our own!" Then I added with a manacing tone, "I want to rape you, boy!" He let out an audible gasp in reply with a delicious look of fear on his face while his boy-dicklet stiffened once more to its full length. He stepped back and tantalizingly slid up the tight-fitting, golden-yellow bikini-brief of his boy-hero outfit.

With slow deliberation, as though every part of the scanty uniform had to be adjusted with the utmost care, he donned his elf-slippers and flared gloves, and then gracefully flayed the short cape around his shoulders and snapped the button at the front of the collar, smoothing the ends just so. Finally, he took his little face mask in his hands and slipped it down over his head to surround his deep, brown eyes with satiny yellow and so complete his transformation to the brave hero, Golden Boy.

He looked absolutely adorable. His silky cape glistened down his back, attached to the pert collar. His smooth, bare chest and delicately-toned stomach muscles, showed proudly, all down to the slight bikini-brief that was all that protected his nakedness from harm. His almond-tanned flesh was perfectly adorned by the bright yellow-gold, and his slim physique was lovingly displayed by the outfit. With his oh-so-earnest manner and beautiful features, he was the very essence of boy cuteness. In that instant, I felt an honest and terrible sense of guilt for the dark desires I'd felt for him, and could not imagine performing acts of cruelty against this angelic, perfect, lovely child that stood before me.

Kenji walked up to me with breathless grace and stared up with his big, earnest eyes and said, "Please Mr. Andrew-san, it is an honor to be used as a boy by men, and to be made to feel the most 3; intense of experiences as a truly helpless boy for the pleasure of men! It is my favorite thing to be a boy-hero and to experience adventure and danger at the hands of villains! Please understand that I love this very much and want to be the bravest of boys with lots of action for the rest of my life!"

And with that, he braced, set his face in firm determination, and then lunged at me with a shout. Despite the great difference in our size, I toppled backward onto his bed with him on top.

"I shall not become your prisoner!" he declared as he struck, and then rained his stinging, boy-strength blows down upon me. He swung full force and has clearly had martial training, but matched only with the strength of an eight-year boy. So while the blows had some impact, they were nothing I couldn't resist. Clearly, they were only meant to cause anger and to fuel the mood. My surprise even let him continue for several more, but then I recovered and grabbed his slender wrist as he made his final swing.

"AAAAAA!" he cried as, with little effort, I forced him off me and to the side, striking the flat of my palm into his flat, trim stomach with more force than I'd intended. The boy winched from the pain but then managed to twist his arm out of my grasp and tried to scramble off the bed. I caught him by the ankle and yanked him back, standing up now and grasping one of his flailing arms. Lifting his slight frame up and over my head, I then pulled on his captured limbs with most of my strength to make him cry out again.

Kenji was excitingly obliging, responding with crisp emotion to everything I did to him. I imagined that in prisoner-situations where he is tied or held down to experience his continuous sensations of intense feeling, that he resists more and shows off his strength and courage by being more stingy with his cries of pain. But reacting immediately with exclamations and whimpers during this reckless play was extremely engaging for me. As he'd mentioned, his sexually-thrilling uniform helped me get over the fact that he was so small and that this fight was so unfair. He was the troublesome boy-hero, Golden Boy, who had intruded into my villainous headquarters and sought to bring me to justice 3; and now he was going to pay for it!

I thrust his lithe frame down upon my knee against his back, and he shouted out his anguish for my excitement again. I let go of his ankle and untangled that arm from his flailing legs to strike my palm directly against the bright golden-yellow target of his tight-fitting costume bikini-brief, smashing against his firm testicles and tender boy-dicklet. His eyes grew twice as big behind his mask and his mouth flew wide open with an awful, "GAHHHH!" I then massaged his sore boyhood for several seconds as he gasped and sobbed for me with real tears of anguish while trying to recover himself.

Just as little Kenji managed to draw upon his inner boy-strength and determination to be brave against overwhelming odds, I tossed him off me with enough force to impact him against a chair and fall to the floor. I was surprised at how quickly the nimble lad scrambled to his feet and lunged at me again! Once more he took me down to the bed, but this time I caught both of his wrists so he couldn't hit me, even though he struggled and tried with all his meager strength. I held him like that for a long moment, allowing him to fight and squirm as much as he wanted, which was considerable, but all to no avail.

Then I said to him with a cruel sneer, "You are helpless, Golden Boy! There is nothing you can do to save yourself. And now 3; now for the very first time in your life, you are going to find out what it means to be raped!"

The desperate boy cried out, "Nooooo!" as I rolled both of us over so that he was pinned at the bottom. Roughly, I pulled him over and then forced his arms behind his back and, having previously noticed the handy nylon ties on the bedside table, I used one to fasten his skinny, gloved wrists together with enough tightness to hurt. Kenji managed to whimper defiantly as I yanked him up by his hair and forced him to his feet to examine him fully. There were a few new bruises on the otherwise smooth complexion of this beautiful boy whom I forced to stand before me with a tight grip to his lustrous hair.

Needless to say, I was now deeply aroused by the sight of this absolutely helpless and strikingly pretty boy dressed in his daring uniform. Capturing him had indeed been extremely exciting by both the pounding of my heart and the actually painful hardness of my own erection that fought to be free of the confines of my trousers. There was no doubt in my mind that I could now enjoy this pre-adolescent, elementary-grade school, eight-year old boy for the violent rape I eagerly anticipated committing against him!

Kenji was a born actor, slipping easily into the role of the innocent boy-hero who has never before been used by men. He was at once frightened and defiant. "No!" he insisted. "I am a boy! You cannot mean to do such a thing to a boy!"

"Hah!" I called him a brat as I slapped the palm of my hand with all the force I could muster against his firm, bikini-brief covered bottom, spanking the boy with all the strength of a man! I called him all sorts of names as I continued to strike him, letting go of his hair to grip him firmly around his slight shoulders so that he was planted with his feet against the floor, making his whole, slender body vibrate from the impact of my palm against his helpless boy-bottom.

He fought back as best he could while also crying out from the pain and demanding to be set free. "AAAA! Let me go! Do not 3; AAAA! I won't let you do this to me 3; AAAA! Stoppit! Please not again 3; AAAA!"

By the fifteenth spank, I absolutely knew that I could rape him without mercy and, indeed, hoped that I could manage to fuck this young, defenseless boy so hard, that despite his own desires, he would not enjoy a moment of it! I truly wanted him to be the very young and utterly innocent boy hero, Golden Boy, who would only suffer from sexual acts and take no pleasure from being used by a man. Five solid spanks later, it was time to begin.

Perhaps also sensing it was time to move forward, Kenji had briefly lost his own will to resist, crying fully now from the twenty vicious spanks, his whole small body heaving from the fitful sobs, with his hands still tied tightly behind his back. I dragged him by his lustrous hair out of the room, forcing him to skip and jump to keep up with me, struggling awkwardly to maintain his balance with his hands bound.

I knew I had to get him back to his father before his shrill, desperate cries of, "No 3; please NO!" caused me to rape him right then and there!

As soon as I brought him before his old man, holding him by his small shoulders, Mr. Agato slapped the boy a good one right across his face 3; then did it again going the other way. Clearly the father was angry at the long delay and, of course, took it out on the boy! These were blows that would hurt a man, and so it was no wonder that Kenji's long, lithe legs immediately buckled so that the only thing keeping him standing up was my gripping him from behind. There was a splash of blood already from his mouth and the sudden violence of the man toward his own son just shocked me.

But then his father demanded that Golden Boy quit playing his foolish games and tell them the location of the priceless Sword of Hayama! The gasping boy managed to answer, "You 3; you cannot make me tell!" They had already started the game that we would play and I had to admit that what Mr. Agato next said got me extremely excited.

"We shall see about that, Golden Boy! The both of us shall rape you 3; harder then any boy has ever been raped before! We shall rape you up your virgin-ass and make you scream for mercy! When you have been raped enough, Golden Boy, you will beg to tell us what you know!"

Little Kenji looked wide-eyed with shock and terror as his father grabbed him out of my stunned hands and forced him over a table. He pushed down tightly on the boy's back and then reached a finger through a leg-opening of the yellow brief. He'd placed a thimble with a point on the end on his finger and with it, poked a hole through the glistening nylon fabric to expose the boy's anus. Then he used both hands to restrain the frantically struggling boy while indicating that I was to come forward and be first. "take him," he commanded, "take him as hard as you can!"

My pants were off immediately and the sight of the gasping, costumed boy who was already sobbing, "No 3; NO 3; please Mister, don't! I 3; I'm only eight-years old!" made my already sizzling-hard nine-inch [23 cm] erection stiffen even more, as I advanced on him without the slightest hesitation. But then I saw the target of my desire, the little rosebud of the child's sphincter 3; looking like a little pinprick of flesh, utterly unused, as tight as any truly virgin-boy I'd ever seen! I knew there were anal-lotions to maintain tightness on a boy who gets a lot of use, because I used one on my own boy. But I'd never come across the type that would keep a boy this tight. His father hadn't been kidding about saying Golden Boy had a virgin-ass 3; every time must be like the first time for this kid! I remembered the first time with my own son and how gentle and slow and loving I'd been 3; and how six-year old Ricky still cried and even screamed through the whole fuck. Little Kenji didn't have the slightest speck of lubrication in his anus, and not a bit was on my own vibrant man-cock!

But no, wait, this was not 'Little Kenji' 3; this hopeless brat was 'Golden Boy' and he deserved whatever happened to him! "Fuck, my cock is hard! I can't believe how much I wanna rape this kid!" I thought to myself as I lined up my big dick to the boy's shriveled entry! The thin strip of starkly pale skin between his otherwise well-tanned legs demanded my attention.

I flicked his short cape to the side to reveal his arcing back and helplessly tied hands. Forcing the boy's legs apart with my own body and then gripping Kenji's skinny waist at the left side with one hand, I then guided my stiff cock to the lad's sphincter and yelled out, "take it, Golden Boy!" as I stabbed it at the brat! I was first rebuffed by the kid's tightness, my dick finally bouncing up and over the firm, round, bikini-tan buttcheeks of the Japanese boy.

But the kid gasped loudly from the attempt and pleaded with me, "Oh please, do not try again! Please, I am a boy! Please do not 3; ohhhh, do not rape me!"

Of course his plaintive cry only urged me on! I quickly lined up for a second go, finding a little purchase for the head of my cock and then pushed steadily and powerfully. The boy-child moaned loudly with a gradually higher pitch as I fought hard against his tight muscle for entry. Golden Boy's tone became shrill and sharp as I finally tore through his flesh and felt my cock-head burst through inside callow boy for about an inch! Without hesitation, I let go of my own dick and gripped the boy at his slender waist, so thin and small that my thumbs could reach out and touch across his back. I held him with both hands and shoved! I was immediately rewarded with the tightest sensation around my pulsating cock I'd ever known and the most incredibly loud, piercing scream of a boy's pain I'd ever heard! It nearly made me pull back out but then Mr. Agato encouraged me not to relent.

"We must show no mercy to Golden Boy," he insisted. "Despite his tender age and innocence! It is only through rape that we can force him to give us what we want!"

Which is exactly what I did, as the boy-child's skinny legs flailed and the high-pitched treble voice screamed! I ass-pounded into the helpless Golden Boy, full-length strokes of my hard cock in-and-out 3; in-and-out of the quivering, fiery-hot anus of the struggling little boy! That made it even more exciting, the way he struggled! Mr. Agato leaned down and told the boy-child that this would continue 3; he would be raped like this, maybe raped to death if he did not talk!

And brave, little Golden Boy managed to refuse, even between his crying and screaming! "I will not tell you 3; AAAAAIIIEEE 3; unghh-unnnnn 3; I will not!"

Oh yeahh, this kid was a faggot-brat, that was for sure 3; he obviously loved a man's cock up his tight, boy ass! But I knew I was hurting him 3; I knew no little eight-year old kid could really be enjoying it the way I was fucking him so hard! But who knows, perhaps Kenji really did like it like this in some faggot-boy way I couldn't even being to imagine. It still didn't matter to me because the illusion was working and I knew that Golden Boy wasn't liking this at all! And I just could not believe how much that turned me on!

In no time at all, I blasted the insides of the brat's anus with a thick stream of hot man-cum! In almost a daze, I pulled out and took Mr. Agato's position as the father lined up to ravage his own son! The kid whimpered and pleaded brilliantly during the brief moment that he wasn't forced to know what it means to be raped. "NNnnnnnnghh," he sobbed. "Please, do not hurt me anymore. I cannot, oh please, do not make me tell. I cannot. I 3; I am Golden Boy."

He'd said it with such desperation as though begging us to be kind to him and allow him to remain brave. If I'd been his actual father, perhaps I would have felt some measure of sympathy for him. But I was entirely caught up in the fantasy 3; I was a villain alongside Mr. Agato, and Golden Boy was our little prisoner!

Mr. Agato summed it up when he said, "It is no use for you to beg. We will absolutely rape you without merct, Golden Boy!"

It was as much of a rush watching another man fuck him while I held the kid down as doing it myself. He never stopped struggling 3; never! And it was hot to feel his childish muscles fight to get free while his father's eight-inch [20 cm] cock drove relentlessly deep into his quivering boy-anus and then back out again! Hearing him scream and cry to the pain of ruthless penetration quickly got me hard as a rock again! I figured Mr. Agato could have held out for a lot longer, he's obviously spent a lot of time training his son to take it like this 3; but he held it to a little over ten minutes of furious rape before he blasted his load inside the boy. Great, because I wanted another turn at this masked boy!

I flipped him over onto his back hard, hurting his arms that were still tied behind him and driving his hands into the small of his back. Then I shoved his legs up 'till his knees were at his smooth, tear-stained cheeks. I pressed down hard until I got the wince and cry of pain I was shooting for. I gritted my teeth and snarled into the crying, runny-nosed face of this beautiful boy-child and then yelled at him, "I will break you, Golden Boy! I will fuck you so hard this time that you'll think you're going to die!" And I watched his face as his father helped guide my throbbing cock to his painfully sore but still tight sphincter. I watched as his mouth opened wider and his eyes went bigger as I sloooooooowly forced my way inside his tiny body 3; and he gasped and cried louder and louder until I finally lunged in with a full attack and hammer-fucked my steel-hard cock oh-so-deep inside his bowels! His eyes clenched tight and his scream was piercing as I thrust and thrust the power of my manhood into his defenseless anus. His whole boyhood gave way to my over-whelming strength and I felt as though my own cock grew in length and vitality as I raped and raped this little brat for all I was worth! I saw his own little dicklet stiffen several times during what could only be called sexual assault, his body confused by his boy-faggot love of anal-penetration and the desperate pain of rape!

I came again after 20 minutes, spent and exhausted 3; worn down and gasping from ravaging a little boy! I needed air and water, and staggered away. The kid's screaming followed me though, assuring that his father was still full of energy. Kenji Agato, eight-years old and in the second-grade, shrieked from what must have been a gut-wrenching thrust as I refreshed myself.

When I returned, I could scarcely believe the sight of the ferocious pounding that Mr. Agato was exerting on his own little boy. I stood breathless as I saw the boy still on his back and only able to stare wide-eyed through his small mask as he shouted his agony! His smooth, slender arms had been re-positioned, now pulled wide and re-tied by his wrists to cords that had been hidden beneath the table. I wondered if I had fucked the boy this ruthlessly on my last turn as I watched Mr. Agato withdraw the entire length of his thick cock and then ram it back through the tight enclosure again and again and again! I reached over to rub the boy's soft dicklet but could not induce any stiffness 3; obviously his boy-body was in no way confused that there could ever be any pleasure felt from this! The gorgeous youngster writhed and frothed in utmost pain for a raging 20 minutes, and then his father took it up a notch by force fucking the brat with even more rapid strokes until after five brutal minutes of the tear-faced Golden Boy wailing his misery, Mr. Agato finally climaxed himself deep inside his helpless son.

Like all sexually-active, premature boys, Kenji experienced sexual climax as a dry orgasm brought about by anal-stimulation. And like my little Ricky, I'm sure he always found it a thrilling sensation of total boy-sex pleasure! But I did not know that a boy could be so prepared and trained and enhanced that when he is fucked or raped in a pain-inducing manner he does not get to experience pleasure from orgasm but instead his body is twisted into a spasming agony which is worse than all of the rape which preceded it! Little Golden Boy was raped into feeling this gut-wrenching pain once during my first time, twice from his father's first, three times from my second and four from his father's last! I had never before seen a boy respond in this way, screaming in sheer agony from his own anally-stimulated boy-orgasm!

Damn, it was hot!

After his father had finished with him a second time, I had to imagine that the tiny lad was spent. Gasping Kenji simply lay there like a limp rag. His long, smooth, slender legs slowly drew back down to the table where they remained spread obscenely wide. He was covered in boy sweat and man sweat and cum! Glisteny gobs of man-cum oozed from the well-fucked anus of the ravished boy. His father loosened the bonds at his wrists and then directed me to pick him up. He was entirely unresisting as I did so, barely conscious with thick streams of man-cum oozing down his slender legs. I put the caped, boy-wonder over my shoulder and as I did so he muttered, "I'll 3; never 3; tell 3; you 3; anything. I 3; I am gahhh 3; Golden Boy 3; !"

My dick grew hard again as I realized he expected more, that he knew the game wasn't over. And most especially, that this unbelievable little boy actually wanted more! I stroked my hand down his back and petted the lad's firm, well-raped bottom generously because I loved him. As much as I have ever loved anyone in my love, I loved this boy more in that moment.

"Bring him down to the dungeon of torture!" commanded Mr. Agato, and I followed where he led down a flight of stairs to the basement. The basement ran the length of the whole house, braced with heavy, wooden beams and filled with every imaginable tool of bondage and torture that I could imagine! There were chains and manacles hanging from walls and the ceiling. X-Crosses and T-Crosses, sized just so to bind a boy of Kenji's size, but much more fearsome in design then the colorful, almost toy-like fashion of those from Kenji's bedroom. There were all manner of boy-fitting benches and tables with more restraints and all sorts of instruments for physical and especially sexual pain! There was a wall-case filled with whips and canes and straps and paddles that were much more vicious looking than the previous ones. There was even a rack of the medieval style, and I saw a conveyor belt which could be fitted with several different breath-taking adventures for the boy, including a terrible impaler and a whirling buzzsaw! There were several shelves filled with devices that I had to take a moment to recognize as dildos, because of their massive size and terrible shapes! No full-grown man who enjoyed the sexual sensation of anal-penetration could derive pleasure from these merciless sex-toys 3; and so I could only imagine the unendurable suffering that a boy of Kenji's small and delicate size would have to experience!

I paused at the landing, taken entirely aback by the intense presence of fear and pain that pervaded the chamber 3; chamber of torture indeed! How easy it was to imagine the boy in my hands, so helpless, screaming his lungs out from unimaginable pain! I pulled him off my shoulder and then held him out, my own strong hands supporting the boy-child just under his smooth armpits. I shook the barely aware boy several times and spoke his name, "Golden Boy 3; wake up little Golden Boy! Wake up and see what is in store for you!"

The boy's eyes opened to a sight that was obviously quite familiar to him. And yet he looked about him in fear, as though this was all an entirely new experience for the boy-hero. Kenji stared wide-eyed through his little, yellow mask at the moodily lighted chamber and all the horrible instruments, gasping and moaning and sobbing all the while. And then to the excited pleasure of my again stiffening cock, he started to tremble and started to quiver and started to cry and beg. "Oh please Mister 3; oh please! Do not do this to me! Please, ohh please do not! Oh god, oh god 3; I am only a boy! I am barely eight-years old! You 3; you cannot mean it! You cannot mean to do this to an eight-year old boy! Do not 3; please do not hahhuh 3; hurt me like this! Please 3; sob 3; Mister, pleeeeeeese do not 3; ohhhhhh, do not do these tortures to me!"

It sure didn't seem like an act to me, this brat was scared 3; terrified! He knew this was going to happen to him no matter what he said now! I stroked my hand against the front of his tight-fitting, costume briefs and that was enough to cause the tense and frightened youngster to lose control and wet himself in my arms. I felt the warm boy-pee flow onto my hand and then dribble in a stream down the boy's skinny legs where it collected in his cute elf-booties! I teased him about what a scaredy-cat he was 3; what a little girl he must be and not a brave boy-hero at all to have peed in his little, yellow bikini-briefs just because he was about to feel a little intense torture! I held him and shook him as he cried pitiful tears of terrified anticipation, and I mocked the so-called courage of this child who was less than half my size.

Of course it was unfair, but that's what made it so hot!

I held him tight to me as he whimpered and sobbed, I ran my hands all over his nearly naked, moist, sweaty, sexy body! I licked in his ear and whispered to him if he wanted me to rescue him, then he would have to become my boy! And I rubbed his little dicklet again until this time he got a sturdy little boy-boner 3; and I told him how as my boy-partner he would be fucked every day and how he'd better learn to like it! The injured, sore little boy moaned and sobbed and gasped and fretted against my sexually-arousing ministrations 3; wriggling and writhing and wanting it in his little, boy-faggot heart, but denying it finally as the brave, little, hero-boy that he was!

"No 3; NO! You cannot 3; cannot make me!" he stammered with as much boy-defiance as he could muster. "You cannot make me become a 3; a boy-sex slave! I 3; I am Golden Boy!"

Mr. Agato had called me over to a particular device and of course I brought the boy with me and made him look at what awaited him. It shocked me too but I was already prepared to say, "Become my boy sex-slave or face this!" His face worked in real emotion as he fought the terror of what he would have to feel, but finally through sobbing tears he managed to say that he was Golden Boy and he wouldn't give in! I knew Mr. Agato was proud of his son because my own heart went out to the incredible bravery of this eight-year old boy! And as the two of us bound the sobbing child helplessly to the small table, I for the first time considered that I wished it were my own blond-haired, seven-year old boy, Ricky, who was being tied down and facing gruesome sexual torture with such 3; such perfect boy-ness!

Before binding his ankles, the boy's father thought to remove his adorable footwear first and tilt them to the lad's mouth to pour his own boy-pee back down his throat! I held his head and pried his jaw open and forced him so that the humiliated child eventually had to swallow. Then his wet, golden-yellow slippers were back on his feet so that the strong ankle-straps were securely fastened.

We finished the pull on the chains so that Golden Boy's legs were spread so wide that if we pushed harder I really thought it might snap the joints of Kenji's bones! A final strong leather-strap was put over the lad's smooth chest to keep him flat and in position. Then the true torture was brought forward, a piston powered by an electric motor that would drive a fearsome dildo into and out of the anus of the gasping boy! Kenji's mouth was dry though he tried to make moisture and swallow. His eyes opened as wide as possible to see the hideous device. The dildo was made of three solid-steel balls that were all 3" [7½ cm] thick, only slightly smaller than a baseball, and each one separated by one inch [2½ cm] of shaft that was maybe an inch-and-half [4 cm] around. The piston-shaft would drive the entire length into him 3; all three of the balls plus the inch of shaft behind them before pulling the whole ordeal back out of the boy to ravage him again! Twelve steel-hard inches [30 cm] of unrelenting sexpain for a helpless boy!

His father explained the operation with a breathy voice. "You see, the strong, well-trained, flexible muscles of the boy's anal-cavity will, of course, be pulverized by the invader! His tight insides will swell to the fearsome balls and contract to the kinder shaft 3; all in motion as it slowly passes into him! Ohhhh 3; the dreadful pain he will feel as his strong boy-anal muscles are virtually ripped open by the enormous thrust! And then his precious boy-anus will contract again fully as the whole of the torture-device pulls out! Only 3; huhh-huhhh 3; only to be torn open again! NO boy 3; even our brave, little Golden Boy can withstand this sort of sexual agony for long! Even his sturdy body will betray him as the ghastly penetration draws him towards an anal-orgasm of sheer and total convulsive anguish! We shall rip the secrets from his piercing screams!"

I was beyond wondering that I could watch something like this anymore. He pressed the button and I began to touch and caress the boy's defenseless body and then I tilted his head up so he could watch with wide-eyes as the unbelievably cruel device gradually came closer and closer! He pleaded with us, "Nooo 3; ohh pleeeeeese NOO! Please, I am only a boy 3; I am only eight years old and I am 3; so little. Nnnnghhh 3; oh please, you 3; you cannot do such a thing to a little boy!"

His desperate begging made no difference to me as I licked in his ear and kept repeating to him, "sexual torture!" as I reached across to stroke his little dicklet and made him get another stiff little boy-boner in his torn briefs! I was struck by how arousing it was to watch him wriggle and squirm in hopeless attempts to free himself from the unyielding straps that held him and forced him to feel the agony that was coming!

His father then joined me as we licked and kissed and fondled the sobbing, fitful boy while the rough, round head of the dildo pressed against his delicate, tight sphincter and then slooooowwly forced his boy-flesh to yield! The kid's mouth opened wider and wider as any thought of sexual pleasure from the penetration was crushed by the power of massive steel that was being cruelly driven into the masked boy. Kenji made spectacular gurgling and gasping sounds from the ever-increasing sensation of pain he was forced to feel! Five minutes later, the widest part of the first steel ball displayed the now screaming boy's anus ripped open three inches wide [7½ cm], his whole, small body trembling and shaking from unendurable suffering!

I swallowed hard as I watched 3; almost not being able to conceive that this was only the first ball and that there was still so very much more thrilling adventure for the brave, little, second-grader to experience! The fierce dildo was not halfway inside him and the shrieking Japanese schoolboy looked and sounded like he would die from it! It was a machine, it would never get tired, and it would rape him relentlessly for so very long! As the minutes passed with dreadful slowness and the second ball was finally pushed inside, I leaned down again and told him, "It will rape you to death, Golden Boy! You will die screaming from sexual torment!" And this precious boy sobbed perfectly!

"Aren't you a father," he pleaded through his anguished tears. "How can you do this to a boy?!"

Fifteen awesome minutes from when it was first activated, the hideous machine had finally and fully penetrated the quivering anus of the boy! I could press down on his stomach and feeeeel the twelve-inches [30 cm] of solid steel power that were buried so deep within his small body! He was crying nonstop and pitifully, his eyes searching all around for a mercy that did not exist in this room of helpless, little-boy torture! Then the machine made an awful, clanging sound and the piston began to pull back 3; faster this time, oh so much faster! The preliminaries were over and even the machine now wanted to rape him in earnest! It would pull back until only the widest part of the first ball was still within the writhing boy, and then the entire mass was shoved back in! His screams were music to my ears! What an incredible boy, he kept on struggling against the straps that held his body in obscene position for this terrible trial of tears!

I could not begin to imagine the awesome pain that must accompany the climactic-contraction of his anus as that unyielding tool continued to drive it's cruel path within the helpless Golden Boy! My own cock became like a bar of iron and I could not keep my hands off it as I watched the forsaken little hero twist and contort in blazing paroxysms of throbbing misery! Mr. Agato was doing the same, stimulating himself even quicker then I. He moved forward at the moment to shoot his load into the wide-opened mouth of the screaming boy-child! Golden Boy gagged and choked on the thick stream of hot man-sperm 3; rendering his suffering in even more tortured sounds than before. A short time later, I did the exact same thing to him.

Twenty minutes more and it all became too much for me. I could only watch in a daze as the boy's father tugged down the little lad's costume-briefs and stroked the boy to stiff hardness! Then he took up what looked at first like a screw-driver, but protruding from the handle was a five-inch [12½ cm] long rod that was maybe quarter-inch [5 mm] around and encrusted with rough protrusions. Gripping the defenseless boy's dagger-hard cocklet straight up in one hand and using his thumb and index finger to pull open the tiny pee-hole, he then drove the merciless tool down through the length of the skinny dicklet! This incredible violation of the brat's very boyhood caused him to shriek in even more utter dismay and terrible anguish! As the machine raped the boy's anus, his own father hand-fucked the lad's penis with the vicious instrument! I could feel my own heart pounding at the overwhelming sight and sound of the convulsing boy who was about to experience his third and most terrible orgasm of excruciation! Despite the extreme vitality of little Kenji's shrill screaming, the room swam for me and I nearly fainted, forced to stagger and stumble away.

Several minutes later, Mr. Agato joined me, pouring a glass of cool water for himself and me as his boy continued to cry and suffer. I wondered that he wasn't afraid of actually killing his son and he answered, "Ahh, Kenji is a very strong boy and I have trained him and prepared him well so that he can endure and withstand even more than this!" This he said with clear and obvious pride. "Still, even his boyish bravery will fail after two more such torture-filled orgasms and he will finally surrender his secrets. At that point in the game, the villains usually remove him from the device to rape him again! The point of the torture is, of course, to stimulate further arousal!"

Well, there was certainly no doubt about that as, despite the dizziness, my dick was ragingly hard enough to cut diamonds! I for sure knew that I had to stuff Golden Boy with my mancock at least one more time!

"On the other hand, as this is your first experience with this sort of game 3; which you have played exceptionally well, by the way 3; it might be preferred for us to take on the role of the helpless Golden Boy's rescuers 3; and save him before he loses the game and his own pride as a brave boy-hero. This would then show to him the great love we, as men, must feel for such a bravest of boys as my bold, little Kenji."

Right as he said it, I knew it's what I wanted. I was so damn proud of this boy 3; I wanted him to feel the powerful love of a man 3; make him absolutely purrrr with the pleasure of man/boy passion! Without hesitation I agreed with rescuing him! He smiled and assured me that it would be the most potent sex I have ever experienced 3; with a boy or with anyone! A boy who has been raped and tortured feels such an outpouring of love for his rescuer that, though his body is still sore, he gives of everything that he is!

I was brought back to the world of Kenji's screaming, and it suddenly disturbed me. He pulled me back before I could go to him. "No," he said, "My son is experiencing the total sensation of boyhood 3; the helpless experience of sexual pain! It is his passion, it is what he is! My son loves to be a boy! He is entirely within the world of his beloved hero, Golden Boy. That is the boy he is! He has known the love of men and the rape of men and the torture of men! He gives himself entirely to men 3; that is the state of true boyhood! He has vowed that he will be a boy for the rest of his life 3; and so he shall be! I shall allow him to become barely 8½ years of age 3; so to become a sturdier, stronger boy that he can withstand even greater experience 3; but then he shall grow no older and no bigger. He will live long but he shall do so forever as a boy! A willing instrument of man's pleasure!"

My cock was so hard 3; so painfully hard! I dashed back to Kenji and spread my hands over his torso and legs as he suffered the throes of further boy-sex-pain! I kissed the crying youngster on the lips and petted his hair, and then his father led me away and upstairs 3; there to change into some appropriate outfits for rescuing him after he'd suffered on his own for perhaps another ten minutes.

As we climbed the stairs to the sound of his rape-filled screams, I told Mr. Agato that I wanted to see my own son, Ricky, bound like that 3; feeling the same things and yet knowing the bravery of boyhood! I wanted my boy to become stiff and excited at the thought of being raped and tortured! I wanted him to put boyhood, to put devotion to men 3; to me, before everything else!

Mr. Agato nodded. "I have seen your son, he is very pretty, a beautiful boy! And he is only seven-years of age, is that not so? And he is already quite agreeable to the man/boy sexual acts?"

"Yes," I answered, "he loves to feel a man's dick up his ass 3; from me and from other men! He's definitely a little faggot boy who loves to be fucked!"

He smiled, "Perhaps then you should test his devotion to being such a boy. As you saw in my son's bedroom, he has many clients who enjoy him. There are many men without sons or boys of their own. And as well, there are boys 3; sons who do not enjoy the man/boy sexual acts, or at least not to the excited level of my son 3; and hopefully yours. So then it can be arranged to gather, perhaps, twenty potent men to test the limits of desire in your boy!"

"You mean to have him gang-raped?"

"No," he replied, "Of course not. Your boy is too untried to endure such activity. He will, however, be gang-fucked 3; used over and over by all of the men. As an adventurous boy (for all boys crave adventure) he will be excited to be so much the focus of so many men and he will enjoy it for quite some time, for the men who would be invited will be moved more by the pleasure of a boy then his pain! But before they have all gone even once 3; his resolve will be shaken, and yet still it will go on! A boy can only experience so much, and then even pleasure becomes pain! He will have to endure and be strong and uncommonly brave! His tender anus will be constantly filled and his mouth quite often put to the use of oral sex-acts! He will be encouraged not to cry or at least make too much of a fuss! All of the men will resolve him to take it 3; to take more 3; to be a boy and to serve! And if he responds properly 3; then you may guide him further to total boyhood!

"If you wish, my boy, Kenji, will also speak to him of the thrill and perfection of boyhood, and so help him to find the pleasure in being fucked without ceasing for nearly two entire days! And if I may, Mr. Andrew, it does seem to me by the very movements of your son and the way he stands around men, that he already wishes in his heart to become a slave-boy of man's sexual pleasure! Of course he is merely a boy and so cannot be expected to understand that this is what he truly wants. This is why it is the responsibility of a man to make this choice for a boy 3; and then to train the boy from that point onward. Eventually all such boys accept true boyhood!

I knew right away what he meant. I knew that the first times his own son, Kenji, was raped and tortured that he was nowhere near as brave or as willing as he is now. Probably he fought and probably he begged after not to have to do it again! A boy would have to be trained to want to be hurt! Constant conditioning for a kid to find it exciting and to be able to get a boy-boner when a man strokes him and tells him he is about to be raped! Every day for at least a year I'd have to train my boy, my precious, blond-haired, slender, beautiful, helpless, little boy! It gave me such a hard-on to imagine doing it 3; ravishing him into final and ultimate submission 3; until he was a total boy! My mind already skipped ahead to the day when my own son would approach men and say in an eager, piping, little voice, "My name is Ricky and I'm an eight-year old, second-grader 3; an' I can't wait for you all to spank me and fuck me just as hard as you want!"

The End