Debonair

Dirty Little Secret

Prologue

"Pleeze, not THAT!!! I swear I don't know!" His whiny voice echoed against the attic roof.

The teenager placed the lit candle underneath the wrought iron cage. While the flame licked the bottom of the metal plate, he took a moment to study the hapless captive and adjust the itchy prick in his boxers. The trapped doll brought him much excitement, particularly at that instant, clad in white briefs, all twisted like a pretzel.

"Tell me who was the bearded man you were talking to, this afternoon?" He asked with a wicked grin, amused by the inventiveness of his torture. Soon, the culprit would have no other alternative but to confess everything 3;

"He's a stranger! He gave me candy!" Jeremy exclaimed. The chain attached to the central beam of the attic creaked. The cage danced left and right the more its desperate resident tried to dodge the initial sting of the radiating heat.

"What did you tell him?" Shane inquired grimly. The idea that his little stepbrother might have flapped his gums about the goings on inside his inner sanctum gave him chills.

"Nuthin'!"

"Nothing? You didn't say 'thank you' or anything?" Shane growled, distressed by the answer. If the bearded man was a teacher, dramatic consequences for his actions were to be anticipated. In the back of his mind, he never wanted to tackle that possibility. He hustled to come up with a reasonable explanation. Perhaps, the bearded man was the kid's father, fresh out of jail? Or, hopefully, the bearded man was a child molester on the prowl?

"You have to tell me! FUCK!"

"Pleeeeze, take it away! It burns!" Jeremy implored, shifting his bare feet on the hot surface.

Seeing the boy suffer aroused Shane. He had never felt any compassion for him. Eight-year-olds will melt your heart, but Jeremy exuded no charisma. He was mousy and his ears were detached. Unsightly freckles dusted his nose, and a mop of unkempt blond hair cascaded down his forehead to bushy eyebrows. If that wasn't enough, fleshy lips similar to those of Mr. Potato Head were out of place above his pointy chin. To put it simply, he was ugly. No wonder, none of the prospective parents had ever committed themselves to adopt him.

The spectacle of the boy cooking as if sitting on a frying pan was appropriate under the circumstances. Signs of defiance from a slut puppet were clearly unacceptable. Absolute submission was required of a slave. Shane could not let it go, "Not unless you tell me who's that dude 3;"

"I dunnnooooo!" Jeremy lamented. Tears welled up in his eyes from the gravity of his predicament. Panic set in when he noticed the bottom of the cage turn red hot. Suddenly, he trashed against the bars like a wild bird and high-pitched screams of terror rose from his throat.

"Annngggh! Put it out! Annngggh! It BURNS!" He pleaded for mercy. "Pleeeeze, PLEEEZE put it out!!"

Shane wet his fingers and extinguished the source of his misery, with obvious regret. Jeremy raised his tear-stained mug, wrapped his little fists around the bars. "I swear, I don't know 3;" He reaffirmed, barely audibly. The cage door flew open and swift hands dragged him out to assume the position, on bended knees. He could not have stood up on the toasted soles of his feet, anyway.

"C'mon, suck my COCK, you fuckin' liar." Shane commanded, slapping him on the side of the head.

The little boy glanced up at the elongated body of the despot, discovering the flame of lust on his furious face. He quickly tugged on the hem of the teenager's boxers, awestruck once more by the size of the hardened pole he unleashed. Shane was truly blessed by nature. And Shane knew it. In fact, he had taken upon himself to let the world rejoice in his gift. A few nude videos of his headless body – shot with a cell phone – were available on the net. Voyeurs couldn't get enough of the eight-inch [20 cm] pole curving up from the middle of his slim boyish hips.

Jeremy grasped the slab of flesh and licked up the pre-cum seeping profusely from the slit of the mushroom head. Exactly as he'd been taught. Then, he began to massage the massive cock, lovingly, up and down summoning more glistening drops of pearly translucent fluid. His free hand moved lower to the drooping testicles, cradling them in his palm. The bloated diameter of the tool throbbed in expectation of the humid reverence of his mouth.

"Start now!" Shane yelled, thrusting his groin forward.

Jeremy opened up. His lips clamped on the bulbous end. He tried his best to please, suctioned a while and took a pause. "Do you like it?" he asked tentatively, fully aware of the heated effect that he had on his master.

"Just suck my cock!" Shane snapped back, reaching down to tangle his fingers in the boy's messy blond hair. With a forceful pull, he fed him his cock and guided the rhythm of his small bobbing head below. Oh, how he needed this!

The full lips stretched wide with the thickness of his aching cock, buried at least halfway into the sucking mouth. Jeremy sensed the boring eyes upon him and it heartened him to suck better, twirl his smooth red tongue around the moist stickiness of the head. The tall teen moaned from the adequate service but it was never good enough. Eventually, a hand slipped behind the nape of his neck, forcing him to take more meat, all the way to his gullet. Jeremy gagged on the mass. It advanced inside his throat until his nostrils were tickled by the prickly pubes. The discomfort sparked his ardour to accomplish the vile deed. He grabbed the prong with two hands, sucked faster and harder.

"I bet you love that COCK, uh? You're just a nasty lil' homo COCKSUCKER! You know that, uh!? "Shane raved. "Say you love my cock!"

"I love your cock." Jeremy obliged sheepishly.

"Yessss, that's it 3; Suck that BIG DICK!" The teen reiterated, staring down at the boy slaving between his wide-spread legs. Jeremy's cheeks blushed. The verbal assault had stiffened his little penis. He felt so ashamed because the tent clearly visible in his snug briefs, attested to his enjoyment of the abuse.

"Keep on, keep on sucking my cock, lil' bastard." Shane hissed through tightly clenched teeth as he stood over the kid, lunging his hips furiously into his twisted face. Gawd, that twerp could really suck cock, as though he'd been born with one in his mouth and had learned to treat it as part of himself!

Shane felt a powerful pressure building relentlessly up to a fever pitch in his painfully full balls, and he knew it would not be long now. He pushed his pelvis heartlessly into the kid's face, even more cruelly now, and heard with delight the mumbled cries of protest as his long hefty prick drubbed deeper and deeper into the warm wet mouth of his prepubescent partner, driving far down into his working throat. But he heeded nothing in his quest to end this exquisite agony, the ecstasy that was building, building to a summit of spectacular relief in his burning loins.

Suddenly, he felt a great upheaval in his testicles as the boiling white sperm began to race in a hot stream up the length of his thrusting cock. He backed off and wanked like a maniac to drain out all of the thick cream from his balls. The flood of rich adolescent semen splashed across the child's expression of disgust. He counted the spurts of hot goo landing on his forehead or gushing up his nose.

Three – four – five – six! At last, he let out a contented sigh. His sated penis began to deflate in front of the little boy's cum-smeared face. The abundant sauce trickled from Jeremy's chin, oozing down between his teeny pink nipples.

1.

A week later, the broken kid showed up with his little suitcase and a teddy bear.

The arrival of Jeremy (or 'Germy' according to Shane) did not go well with the teenager's solitary lifestyle. The gangly zombie loathed the intruder right from the start, hated that he slept nearby on a cot fished out of the army surplus store. The basement was HIS lair. The unwanted presence signified the end of his intimacy. Masturbation occupied a large part of his schedule, as you can expect of most sixteen-year-old boys. And so, he became irritable and distant. To tame the anger, he chose to ignore the inconvenient roomer, pretend he wasn't there. A task easily achievable because of the unappealing nature of the child.

Still, the uninvited guest clashed with the curly-haired adolescent's sombre attitude. For Shane had chosen to embrace teen angst. Dressed in black jeans and a 'hoodie' of the same colour to conceal the acne on his face, he acted like an outsider, a young god. The kid had to go. The sooner the better. If only to recover enough privacy to beat off. An evil plan formed on his mind. He was going to torment Jeremy until he begged to move out of their hellish house, convincing his mom in the process that it had been a dumb idea to rescue the martyr in the first place.

Joyous days of tyranny lay ahead.

Every time they crossed paths, Shane pounced on the defenceless boy and punched his thighs. He twisted his arm and brought him to his knees more than once to show him who was the boss. He crushed his face under a sneaker, secretly hoping to incite him to revolt. The frail child barely shed a tear. The name-calling – 'fishface', 'son of a bitch', 'maggot', etc. – yielded no positive results. Jeremy did not bow his head in shame, nor retaliate. A Teflon kid.

Regardless of the daily verbal and physical abuse, Jeremy behaved like an angel. Perhaps, he submitted to the abuse willingly because he was afraid to be thrown back in the system where he would be transferred from one foster home to the next? But how could that be? Any other kid would have fled to the maternal figure by now! Why not that freak?

Shane found the answer on the State Adoption Services website. Under a picture of the subject, the short bio read like an epiphany: 'Jeremy, is a lively 8 year-old Caucasian boy. He enjoys playing all sports; he also likes to ride his bike and play board and video games. Jeremy is described as a sweet boy who is talkative and friendly. He is healthy. He has moderate behavioural issues, stemming from severe physical abuse at the hands of his biological father.'

That very night, laying in bed, Shane waited until the little boy slipped under the covers and he murmured to him, "Hey Germy, tell me what your dad did to you?"

"Why d'ya wanna know that?" The youngster peeped.

"Just because."

The blond lamb sighed and commenced, "He did bad things to me. He used to spank me all the time, sometimes with his belt. I was always hungry cuz' my mom didn't give me food. They ate dinner in front of me and didn't give me anything. When I asked for food, my daddy pulled my underoos down and put out his cigarette on my pee-nis 3; then he made me clean the dishes with my tongue."

Shane listened intently to the horrors. The kid recited the story flatly, his expressive eyes bulging out of their sockets to accentuate certain revelations.

" 3;One time, he broke my pinky on purpose! And and, he peed in my mouth and I had to drink it or else he slapped me. I licked his feet too. When they did sex stuff, they made me watch. Every night, they tied me up and put me in the broom closet so I wouldn't run away."

"It must have been horrible, uh?"

"Kinda."

At once, Shane recognized he could never conjure up a hell more sordid than what the boy had experienced in the past. By now, he was surely accustomed to it all. But the fact that he showed no intention of ratting him out intensified Shane's motivation to stick with the master plan.

2.

The boy read comic books quietly all the time, wearing virginal white briefs, looking all precious and brotherly, wiggling his tiny toes excitedly from the antics of some inane superhero and giggling in a dorky fashion. His futile attempt to fit in annoyed Shane. A set of rules needed to be observed. The first one being that an obedient servant should at all times crawl on his hands and knees. The teenager retrieved the old dog collar of a dead family pet and snapped it around the neck of his apprentice. With the leash in hand, he steered the boy around, training him to crawl properly.

He used him as a human remote control to flip the channels on the TV. Every week, he ordered him to do the laundry. Any display of insubordination was corrected with a punch or a slap, eliciting a shriek of pain. On those occasions, Shane's mother stamped her foot. "Don't play too rough down there!" She shouted. "You boys be nice!"

Since there were no repercussions, the tormenting escalated. Shane reigned over his domain. He often sneaked behind the unsuspecting victim, slipped his fingers under the waistband of his underwear, going for an atomic wedgie. Jeremy never knew what hit him. Hanging in mid-air, his briefs lodged deeply in the crack of his butt, he prayed for it to end quickly. The pain of his nuts squashed by the fabric made him holler for deliverance, much to the amusement of the prankster who laughed like a hyena.

Whenever the self-declared overlord required quiet time – for his homework or to watch a movie – the solution was radical. He fetched a piece of rope and bound the boy naked, used his underwear to make a tourniquet for his yapper. Ankles and wrists tied together behind his back, the pathetic nuisance could not disrupt his concentration.

But the favourite ritual Shane instated occurred before breakfast. He pulled on Jeremy's leash, dragging him in the shower stall of his personal washroom. There, he spilled his first piss of the day on his ugly face. The kid let himself be humiliated. Then, there was just enough time for a quick blowjob. The sweet mouth did wonders on his morning chubby. A couple minutes of sustained siphoning and he trumpeted amidst low gasps of pleasure, "Get ready, now!"

Jeremy knew the drill. He titled his head back, opened his trap wide in preparation for the big wad of cum. The flaring cock head poised on his outstretched tongue, he looked up at the lanky figure in the throes of his orgasm. The jets of fertile spunk blasted directly into his oral cavity. "Ohhhrrrrhhh!" Shane moaned. "Eat my cum! Eat it all!" He commanded with a cold hard smile, staring down at the prostrate runt until he swallowed all the bitter sauce in large gulps. The boy's grimace of disdain and the thought of sperm swimming in his little tummy, enlivened Shane's day every time it resurfaced on his mind.

Strangely, Jeremy left in the morning, all happy in his little shorts and t-shirt, whistling on the way to school like he was a normal second grader when he should have been a sullen introverted child, on the account of what he was put through at home. His resilience and zest for life aggravated Shane. Maybe because the boy demonstrated strength of will that he could never attain? Was it his way of showing he was better? Shane couldn't wait for the tyke to come back after school and wipe that stupid smirk off his lips.

3.

During the squeaky endless recollections, Shane's mother turned to her sinister son sometimes and glowed with pride. "Isn't he a darling?"

Shane almost puked. 'He's a great cocksucker too, mom.' He wanted to shout.

Every sitting around the table where Jeremy did not reveal a thing served to build the teen's confidence. He was getting away with it. Even if the ugly duckling double-crossed him, he still had the option of saying it was all lies. Who would believe an eight-year-old?

For some reason, Shane waited before popping the kid's cherry. An unconscious lapse to preserve his innocence? Reticence to commit the ultimate taboo? Easy access to the scrawny butt proved to be too tempting. He had viewed kiddy porn on the net and often wondered what the men felt when they sodomized children. On the evening his mom went out to play bingo, the vicious urge to rape the little shrimp overwhelmed him.

Jeremy sensed that something out of the ordinary was going to ensue. Instead of the usual manner he was tied up, his ankles were secured together behind his blond head. His wrists as well. Rolled into a ball with his upturned bum lewdly spread open, a gnawing fear churned his stomach. "Are you gonna spank me?" He inquired.

Shane took a swig of beer and glanced down; relishing the sight of the bound child on the carpet, ready to be taken. He stepped out of his boxer nonchalantly. His penis expanded to a full erection in anticipation of the stimulation. A few globs of lotion in the palm of his hand sufficed to lubricate it. He knelt and approached the naive prey, slowly, savouring the moment. Jeremy's anus appeared to be so tiny that he started to question if it was even possible to deflower it. After all, causing an injury was out of the question.

"I'm gonna stick my dick inside you." He divulged.

"NOO! Don't do that! Put it in my mouth!" Jeremy appealed for his master's clemency. He wriggled in vain, trying to loosen the rope. The slick tube of meat, hovering above his bum, seemed bigger than a wood log now that he knew where it was headed. He flinched as the wet tip rubbed against his tight pucker. The first incursion stiffened his entire body. "Annnggggh!"

The pressure in the hollow of his bony behind was unbearable. It ebbed briefly and came back more painfully. "Annggggghh! Nooooo!"

Shane enjoyed watching the boy wince as he attacked the combative hole with inconsiderate determination. The ring denied him entrance, opened briefly than shut tight, until finally it gave up the fight. A glorious growl of triumph escaped his throat. He sank into the narrow passage accompanied by Jeremy's howl of defeat. The tiny anus stretched to form a red donut around the large engorged member. Immediately, the teenager leaned over his small partner and swayed his hips to sample the wonderful sensations of his first fuck. The movement consisted of brisk stabs, sending half his cock into the boy's warm rectum.

Unable to escape, Jeremy resigned himself to be owned by his master. Every glimpse at the enormous erection ploughing into his butt brought on a litany of sobs. A swirl of confusing emotions haunted him. Hadn't he abided by all the rules of his big brother? If only he could share in his pleasure. But the awful pain prevented that. Bent in two, teeth clenched, he denounced every thrust probing beyond a certain point inside him. "Aoooow!!! Pleeezeeee! Aooow!"

His sincere grievance did not deter Shane's enthusiasm, quite the opposite. The teen was overcome by lust and the whining fuelled it. He bucked like a young colt, enjoying the grip of the clutching asshole around his pulsating phallus. In a state of euphoria, he could quite get a hang of it. The frenzied copulation often resulted in his dick popping out of the hole with a plop. He quickly re-entered the orifice to hear the exquisite squishy noise of the slippery friction.

"Oh, fuck! I'm gonna cum in yer ass already!" He exulted, his limbs rippling from a wave of muscle spasms. The idea that the kid would be shitting his sperm later on triggered his climax. "OH FUCK! OH FUCK!" He cried out. The intense pleasure had culminated too fast, but he could not restrain himself. Out of the blue, his lips connected with those of the boy in an unexpected kiss. They grunted into each other's mouth during the final instants of their vigorous union. Shane's cock spewed its copious lava in the furnace of the child's insides. Again and again, the wonderful globs of pure bliss erupted, until alas it was over.

4.

Hiding behind a tree, Shane couldn't believe the nerve of the rat, meeting up with the bearded man again. He scanned the odd couple, chattering in the middle of the park. From that distance, he could not hear a word of what they were saying. His blood boiled. He punched the bark, ruining his knuckles. Both were smiling, seemingly exchanging pleasantries. The bearded man patted Jeremy's shoulder and off the boy went like a good pupil, carrying his schoolbag.

A visit to the attic was in order. Upon his arrival at the house, Jeremy didn't understand what was going on, that a punishment for his treason would occur. Shane nudged him up the retractable stairs that led to the attic. He took a piece of sturdy rope and ran it over the main beam. Then, he tied Jeremy's wrists with the coarse braided line. The habitual grimace of absolute fright on the kid's face returned as his feet departed from the floor. The resolute teenager hoisted ups his pet easily. The boy only weighed fifty pounds [23 kg].

Hanging like a side of beef, Jeremy mulled over what could have piqued his master. "My arms are numb! Please, let me down!" He requested.

It should have been the least of his worries. His shoes were removed and his shorts. Everything until he was nude from the waist down. Shane circled around him, taking in his vulnerability, smelling his fear. He never suspected he would be so aroused by the perky bum of an eight-year-old boy or the hairless silkiness of his little dick and balls. But he could not deny it. Ever since he had started training Jeremy, it had grown inside of him. A perverse attraction, messing up his sexual identity, driving him insane.

When he stepped closer to touch the milky skin, Jeremy yelped and kicked him away. The kid's bladder could not stand the tremendous anxiety either. It failed on him. A stream of urine arched up from his shrivelled penis, etching a yellow line into the teenager's white t-shirt.

Already on edge, the objectionable behaviour enraged Shane. He reached for the extension cord he had dutifully prepared and swung it on the boy's buttocks. The first lash of the plastic cord was followed by a screech. The subsequent strikes turned the kid into a hysterical beast.

"ARGGH! ARGGGHHH! ARGGHHH!!!!!!" Jeremy yelled and jerked on each hit. In his distraught attempts to avoid the painful bite of the makeshift whip, his legs flailed like those of a cricket.

The power Shane felt at that instant was nearly maddening. He concentrated on the target. He didn't want someone to notice the welts on the kid's back or his legs when he changed for gym class. The attic reverberated with the sound of the *SWOOSH* of the instrument as it sliced through the air. Then the strident screams rose.

"ARGGH! ARGGGHHH! I didn't do anything! I I Swear!" Jeremy pleaded to save his butt.

Shane pursued the beating. *SWOOSH* *SWOOSH* *SWOOSH* Purple lines appeared on the white mounds.

"ARGGHH! ARGGHH! PLEEZE! THIS REALLY HURTS!" Jeremy pleaded again.

A few more lashes and the boy bowed his head in utter despair. Inert, he whimpered. Shane came to his senses. He stopped the chastisement, dumbfounded by the little boner of the crying child.

5.

Shane conceived new ways to humiliate his little stepbrother. He purchased a Barbie lunchbox and imposed a dress code that included mismatched socks and shoes. The intent of his devious scheme was to ensure that the second grader would be considered a weirdo at school. So that he could not make a friend to which he might speak of the abuse of his home life. Shane held the reins in his basement lair, but he had absolutely no control over the boy in the outside world. Nightmares about the walking time bomb often spoiled his slumber, especially since he had become addicted to hardcore anal sex, and he knew Jeremy didn't like it.

To cure the boy of his aversion, Shane deployed a strategy. On a daily basis, he slipped powdered laxative in his food to have him empty his bowels regularly and render intercourse less painful. Furthermore, during anal sex, he brought the feverish creature to a bumpy dry cum with frisky fingers, presuming he could incite some form of enjoyment of the rough coupling. For the immensity of the teen's lust had no limits. His hormones were raging. He had Jeremy crawl naked on the carpet, ready for action at all times. A peek at the scarlet eye between his firm pale buns and he couldn't help but mount him for a good fuck.

But he preferred to see the boy comply instead. It was more thrilling. Sprawled on the couch, his cock hard as hell, he called to him, "Hey Germy, come sit on this."

The little boy responded immediately. He squirted baby oil on the thick spike and positioned himself above it, facing away. Shane almost came when he watched the round ass globes descend onto his leaking cock. The bubbles parted for the bloated head. Jeremy reached around, pressed the huge phallus against his hole and impaled himself, grinding his teeth from the massive insertion.

The feeling of the small butt swallowing his cock left Shane dizzy. He went limp all over, enjoying the sphincter squeeze his shaft as it inched its way inside. "Yeeahhhhh, take it all in." He muttered, urging his slave to squat down lower. Jeremy obeyed, eased himself onto the hard prong, stuffing himself completely with the hot flesh until he sat on Shane's groin. A deep breath replenished his energy for the next stage. He raised his butt and slammed it down. Again and again, he rode the big cock to please his master, encouraged by his groans of joy.

Shane's pleasure was multiplied tenfold by the devotion the boy showed to gratify him. He let his eyes wander down his downy back to the tight shit hole milking his prick. Then, along his tensed spidery legs all the way to his curled up toes. The raspy grunts accompanying his efforts were so exciting. The kid fucked himself really well! Nonetheless, Shane slipped his forearms under the boy's knee joints and pinned him against his chest.

"You gotta do it harder." He whispered into his ear, raising his hips at the same time to lunge up his rectum.

Supported by the arms of the teenager, Jeremy squealed from the aggressive assaults. His head jerked backward, every time the huge fuckstick jabbed inside him from below. Shane nibbled on his earlobe and cooed while he pumped in quick burst of passion. "C'mon, jerk your weenie," he suggested.

Jeremy acquiesced and tugged on his boner awkwardly while his entire body shook like a dislocated doll from the repetitive rhythm of the piston. As he neared the point of ecstasy, his moans were louder and closer together, "Uggh! Ughh! Ughh! Uggh Ughhh! Ughh!"

Shane paid attention and banged the little butt, faster, in tune with the crescendo of whiny outbursts. At the instant Jeremy shivered all over and his anus contracted around the base of his cock, he let himself drown in the fantastic ocean of electric jolts.

In the afterglow of his many orgasms, he always mused this was not such a bad arrangement after all. Having a stepbrother to fulfill all his sexual fantasies turned out to be quite positive. Of course, he was fully aware that his conduct was wrong. But he draped himself in the false assumption that he could not go to jail because he was still a minor.

And so he luxuriated in debauchery. He had the boy lay down, spreading his ass cheeks with both paws, presenting his puckered anus like a sleazy whore. He forced him to endure the long minutes of suspense before he smothered him and fucked his little butt raw, sometimes with a tennis ball in his mouth to stifle his squeals when mother was home, preparing their lunches upstairs.

Even after countless sessions of anal sex, Shane never got tired of it. He fucked the kid with renewed appetite, bent him over the arm of the couch repeatedly, burdened only by the decision of whether to shoot a big load in his mouth or right into his gaping asshole. On better days, he sodomized him six times. Despite his fragile constitution, Jeremy could take a pounding and keep on ticking. But the frequent distending of his bum hole took his toll and Shane feared he would need to wear a diaper, as shit stains were a worrisome recurrence in his underpants.

The resolution that the teenager adopted was heartbreaking. Thereafter, he reverted to receiving oral sex from his pet and proclaimed Friday evenings as the single time slot allocated to fucking. A nice way to finish a stressful week. Something to look forward to for him. Something to dread for Jeremy. His mother left after supper on Fridays. Thus, everything was set up right for a noisy, lengthy, kiddy ass pounding.

That first week, he hungered for it ravenously. With the naked boy on all fours, he climbed behind him, grabbed him by the collar and buried the head of his cock into his asshole. The ring had regained its past tonus. It clung so wonderfully. Without further ado, he resumed the penetration, sank deeper, and compelled the kid to balance himself on his knees to support the pressure of what was coming to him.

Squatting over the child, with his cock firmly planted, Shane cherished the tightness of the first moments of the coitus. He rocked back and forth, fucking in a leisurely manner, feeling the tension build in his immature partner's body as he thrust his rod into him with slightly more gusto on each down stroke.

"Ohhhh yeahhhhh, take that big cock in yer ass 3;," he rumbled under his breath.

The sentence signalled to the boy that he should start cooperating. "Fuck my butt harder 3;," Jeremy said in a dim voice, without meaning it, repeating mechanically the words he had learned to please his master. The latter began a steady assault on his little bum, slamming his cock more rapidly, intoxicated by the boy's fake insistence.

"Harder! Ughghhnnn harder! Fuck me hard!"

At times, the teenager pulled out and pried open the little globes of the blondie to examine the state of his anus. Dissatisfied, he plunged again for another round of energetic pumping. Later on, he checked once more, finding the hole red and dilated to the size of a silver dollar. The real fun could begin. Holding the boy's narrow waist, he slipped into the accommodating opening, examining the last inches of his long swollen prick disappear completely.

They both exhaled. Shane backed off and shoved himself deeply. He repeated the process, trying to find his groove. Within a minute, he was fucking in earnest, looking intently at his fat cock slide in an out between the smooth mounds, just like in a porno movie. By then, Jeremy was screaming at the top of lungs, expressing his outrage at the violation of his little bottom. His yells soared out of the basement for no one to hear.

"ARGGHGH! UGGGHHH! UUNNNGHHHHHH!!!!!"

Noticing the boy on the verge of collapsing from the powerful stabs, Shane grasped the dog collar again and stabilized him between his legs, persevering in cramming his cock to the hilt. An instinctive compulsion governed the pace. He was a ferocious animal, ramming his cock ball deep into the kid's sweet ass. Amidst their grunts, his balls stated slapping. *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* The sound drove him crazy with lust.

"Unnnggghhh! Fuck my butt! Fuck my butt! Fuck my butt!" Jeremy chanted, thinking he could make the teenager climax sooner than later.

But the twisted pleasure Shane derived from the violent rectal aggression was far from peaking. He estimated that he had enough stamina to last an hour this time. And he would savour every second. If not, there was always next Friday 3;

6.

"Oh, there you are!" His mother chimed. "Let me introduce you to Mr. Goodfellow. He's Jeremy's counsellor. He came around to do our evaluation."

The serious man approached, extended his hand to greet him. But Shane did not return the gesture. He took a step back, which fortunately for him was interpreted as adolescent indifference. At that point, his mind was reeling to come up with a plausible defence.

"I've had numerous private conversations with Jeremy. He's confided in me a lot of 'things' about you," the bearded man said, looking solemnly into the eyes of the stoic teen.

"These two are inseparable!" his mother butted in.

"My report will contain nothing but praises," the social worker continued. "If only there were more role models like you for our foster kids, it would make my job much easier! Thank you very much for being so understanding."

Shane remained paralysed, puzzled by the accolade of the adult. The surreal scene seemed straight out of a Twilight Zone episode. He glanced sideways at the boy who was smiling grandly, trying to make sense of the illogical situation. What the fuck was wrong with that kid?

In the end, he couldn't care less.

As long as his dirty little secret was safe.

The End