Phill later Brian

Two short stories

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"Tim what are your doing?" the exasperated twenty four year old man called out to his son as he heard a crash of tins in the kitchen.

"Nothing daddy," the almost seven year old replied as he tried to put the tins back into the cupboard.

John, the boy's father, now walked into the kitchen to see what his son was up to.

"How many times have I told you now to get up to the cupboards Tim?" John asked. "You know I keep telling you how dangerous it is to climb up onto the worktop."

"Sorry daddy I was just trying to get a sweety," Tim replied close to tears.

"Get into the next room," snapped John, "and I'll attend to you there."

The boy ran from the kitchen into the living room. John stared after him.

Tim was six years old, almost seven now. He was three feet ten inches [1.17 m] tall and had very short close cropped black hair. His brown eyes were always mischievous looking and he had a ready smile. He was only wearing a pair of white linen pants. His lovely smooth body was not, of course, developed. He had two tiny pink nipples and a lovely looking belly button. His body was firm but not fat, nice arms that a man's hand would fit easily around at their thickest point. Beautiful smooth legs that disappeared beneath the legs of his tight pants. His young buttocks were clearly defined as he ran into the other room.

For his part, John also had short cut black hair and brown eyes. Thick black eyebrows and rather prominent ears. Clean shaven with a bold nose, wide nostrils and rather thin lips. His neck was thick and he had broad shoulders. His pectoral muscles were not well developed but he did have large pink nipples. He was obviously not a body builder or into physical fitness as his abs were not clearly defined. He had a flat belly button and rather muscular arms.

John followed his son into the living room and looked at the grinning boy.

"Tim you've really pissed me off this time," John said using a bad word to his son for the first time in his life.

"Ever since your mum died over a year ago you've been fucking me around but today is really the limit. I've had to shout at you at least a dozen times now and still you do things that you know you mustn't," John said complainingly.

He sank down in an armchair looking at Tim who was now standing very contritely in front of him. The boy put his thumb to his mouth and started to suck it as John stared at him.

Ever since John had lost his wife he'd led a life of total abstinence from sex. He had married very young, sixteen in fact, and his wife was the only person he'd ever had sex with. Not very often with her either. It was only because she had been so insistence on them having a baby that he had sexual intercourse with her. He never seemed to feel turned on by girls or women, or for that matter by men! Once his wife fell pregnant he stopped having sex with her and that continued even after the birth of young Tim. Then his wife was found to have Leukaemia when Tim was only three and a half years old. Because of that John moved into a separate bed so the last time that he ever fucked her was more than three years ago. And that was also how long he had been without sex. But it wasn't something that he missed or wanted. All he wanted was to be left alone to bring up his young son whom he loved dearly.

For the first time in his twenty four years John was in a quandary as to what to do about young Tim who, every day was becoming more disobedient. He came to a decision, one that broke his heart to make but was necessary. He would have to discipline his son.

"Take down your pants Tim and then lay over my lap," John ordered with a heavy heart, this being the first time that he would have used physical force on his son.

Tim looked at his daddy with a mischievous gleam in his eyes. He did not know what he was in for.

"What we going to do daddy, are we going to play a new game," the young boy said as he lowered his pants and stepped out of them.

John looked at his naked young son.

The boy did look lovely today, John thought to himself as he took in Tim's naked form.

He had a lovely cock, all of one and a half inches [4 cm] long with balls up tight to his body beneath it. The boy's skin was totally smooth, the slight swelling from the belly to the top of the cock a lovely smooth white whilst his tight little scrotum beneath the cock was a pink brown in colour.

"This is not a game Tim, come on lay across my lap," John said to the boy in a very gruff sounding voice.

Tim, still not understanding, pranced merrily across to his daddy, his tiny cock jumping about as he moved. He climbed onto his daddy's lap and lay across it face down. John adjusted the boy's body so that Tim's head was hanging down one side of his lap and the boy's legs down the other side. Tim's middle, including his genitals, was lying fair and square on John's lap. The man was wearing a pair of white shorts and he could feel the tiny bump of the boy's private parts pressing into his own much larger bollocks.

Tim's buttocks were adorable, firm but not fat with lovely tiny dimples and a sweet little crease dividing them. The crease hid young Tim's anus from view.

"Tim I'm going to spank you because you are being a very naughty and disobedient boy," John said in a stern voice. "It is my duty to teach you to behave properly and to do as you're told at all times."

Tim wriggled on his daddy's lap, he'd never been spanked before so had no idea what it would be like. As he wriggled he giggled thinking this all a big joke.

John raised his arm and brought his open hand down hard across those lovely white buttocks. As his hand connected the flesh quivered and the boy let out a loud screech. Before Tim had recovered his breath from the shock of that first slap, John delivered a second. Tim was now screaming as his buttocks began to sting. The whiteness was now showing a slight red colour. John brought his hand down again and again as the boy shrieked at the top of his shrill voice and slowly his buttocks were turning crimson. John could feel his own cock beginning to rise as he spanked his darling son as hard as he could.

As John continued to spank his son the man's cock became fully erect and was pressing into his son's belly. The boy was wriggling about on his daddy's lap trying to avoid the slaps and this was having a terribly erotic effect on John. He could not understand it; he very rarely got a hard on these days. Having beaten his son non-stop for ten minutes John called a brief halt to the proceedings.

"Please daddy stop hitting me," sobbed young Tim, "you're hurting me daddy please stop."

"You know why I'm having to spank you don't you Tim?" John asked the son that he loved.

"Because I've been naughty daddy," the boy cried as his buttocks felt as if they were on fire.

They looked as if they were too, they were crimson red.

John stroked the boy's warm flesh and a thrill of excitement passed up his arm. He moved Tim slightly to try and get the boy off his hard cock. Tim was still crying from the shock of being spanked, something that had never happened to him before.

"Daddy can I get down now, I promise I'll be a good boy," Tim asked.

"Not yet Tim," John replied unwilling to forego the pleasure that he was feeling of having his son helpless over his lap. "I'm not sure that you've really learnt your lesson," he said.

Then he raised his hand and started to spank young Tim again as the boy shrieked and screamed. He slapped him for another ten minutes during which time Tim's buttocks changed from red to purple. John's cock was throbbing excitedly as the man heard his son's shrill screams.

"That's enough for now Tim," John said tipping the crying boy off his lap and onto the floor. "If you continue to be naughty then I will have to spank you some more or maybe use a cane on you instead," he said.

Tim lay on his tummy crying as his daddy got up.

"I'm going to the bathroom for a few minutes," John said and walked out of the room.

He went into the bathroom and locked the door. Then he quickly dropped his shorts and underpants and sat down on the toilet. He took his hard cock in his hand and started to masturbate for the first time since before he was married.

John had a nice cock, seven inches [18 cm] long when hard and one and a half inches [4 cm] thick. It was uncircumcised and he rubbed his foreskin up and down. As he did so he started to remember the feel of his sons naked flesh under his hand. The way the buttocks quivered as he spanked him, the way the boy uttered such shrill cries. He remembered how he could feel young Tim's tiny cock against his thighs as he held the helpless boy over his lap. Then he shot his load. A huge load of cum. Fortunately John had managed to grab a towel and shot his load into that. It was the first time that John had cum since he'd last fucked his late wife. He cleaned himself up, put back on his pants and shirt, and then walked back into the living room where his son was still lying naked on his belly. He was playing with one or two cars.

John could see just how purple his son's buttocks were now yet Tim seemed to have recovered from his spanking. The boy looked around as his daddy came back into the room.

"I'll be a good boy in future daddy," he said.

John just grinned as he sat down in an armchair. He was looking at his naked son and felt his cock stiffening again.

"Shit," he thought to himself, "I'm getting a hard on over my own son."

Without thinking he rubbed his balls through the material of his shorts. Fortunately Tim was engrossed with his toy cars and did not notice anything. Then the boy suddenly rolled over on his back and looked straight at his daddy.

"What was that hard thing pressing into me when you spanked me daddy, was it your willy?" the boy asked quite innocently.

John was flabbergasted for a moment not knowing what to reply. It was not helped by the fact that his hard cock was pushing the material of his shorts up in front. He always tried to be open and honest with his son believing that the truth was always better than lies in the long run.

"Um yeah that's right Tim it was my willy," he replied trying hard not to look embarrassed.

"Why did it feel like that daddy?" the boy asked. "it doesn't usually feel like that when I sit on your lap."

"It's a bit hard to explain Tim, maybe when you get a little older I'll explain it to you," John answered.

The boy giggled and suddenly jumped up and made a dive for John trying to grab hold of his tented shorts.

"Is your willy hard now daddy?" he asked with a giggle as John tried to evade his son's grabbing hand.

"Don't do that Tim, never do that it's naughty," John said breathlessly as his cock throbbed with pleasure.

The man realised that he was wishing that Tim had managed to grab his throbbing cock. John's son was now kneeling by his daddy's legs looking up at the man he loved.

"Why is it naughty daddy?" Tim asked.

"Well maybe not naughty, but you should be very careful whom you do that to. For now you should only try to grab your daddy's cock, never anybody else's because they won't like it," John said.

He did not really know why he'd said that; well that's not quite true either. He did know why he'd said that, he wanted his son to try and grab his cock again. But he wasn't too sure why. He loved his young son dearly, but as a father to a son and not in any sexual way. At least, he'd never had sexual feelings about Tim until today.

He looked at his son who was still kneeling by him.

"Go and play with your cars Tim," he said quietly and his son went off and obeyed.

During the next couple of days John had terribly mixed feelings over what had happened. He knew that he should not have got such a sexual thrill from punishing his young son. But having that small defenceless young body over his lap had overcome all his inhibitions. He could not believe that he had actually masturbated; put crudely, wanked himself off, whilst he had sexual fantasies about the young boy.

Then Tim was naughty again. Very naughty because he managed to break a window in the shed when he was in the garden throwing stones. His daddy had told him many times that he must never throw stones.

"INDOORS TIM NOW AND GET YOUR SHORTS AND UNDERPANTS OFF," John shouted angrily.

"I couldn't help it daddy, it was an accident," the boy wailed.

"I suppose the stone jumped up into your hand by magic," John snapped sarcastically. "I've told you time after time not to throw stones and here you are doing it again."

The boy ran indoors crying and shucked off his shorts and underpants. John went into the shed and found a bamboo cane that had been bought for the garden but never used. It was very thin, about two foot [60 cm] long, and had no notches. He picked it up and started to walk into the house.

Already his cock was stiffening inside the blue shorts that he was wearing. Tim stood in the room naked waiting for his daddy to arrive. The boy was sobbing with fear.

John sat down on an upright chair. "Get across my lap," he ordered.

Still sobbing, Tim climbed onto his daddy's lap and lay across it with head down one side and legs down the other. John, without thinking, started to stroke the boy's lovely buttocks enjoying the feel of the smooth skin under his hand. His cock was throbbing with excitement as he stroked his son's lovely buttocks.

"Tim I don't want to punish you like this," John said still stroking his son's lovely buttocks, "but you give me no choice, I've got to teach you to obey me," he said.

Then he raised the cane and brought it swishing down to strike Tim across his bare buttocks. Tim let out a loud shriek of pain as the cane bit into his tender flesh leaving a vivid red line across his white buttocks. John stroked the boy's quivering flesh.

"You see how much that hurts Tim, that's what happens when you disobey your daddy," John said as he raised the cane again.

John's heart was beating very fast and his hard cock was pressing into the crying boy's belly through the material of his shorts as he raised the cane again. He brought it down real hard to lay another neat red line next to the first one.

Tim screeched as the cane bit into him. The blow really stung him as he started to scream as loudly as he could. Once again John stroked the marked flesh of the child's buttocks.

"Is it hurting you a lot Tim, does it really pain you?" John asked the screaming boy.

"YES DADDY PLEASE STOP, PLEASE STOP. DADDY I'LL NEVER EVER BE NAUGHTY AGAIN. PLEASE DON'T HIT ME ANY MORE," Tim screamed as he felt his daddy's warm hand stroking his burning flesh.

"I'll give you another four strokes of the cane just to make sure that you won't forget this in a hurry," John replied as he raised the cane once more.

He brought it swishing down to strike the boy's buttocks again leaving another vivid red line in the white flesh to join the previous two. Again he paused as he stroked the boy's bum enjoying the feel of the warm flesh. Lovingly he ran his fingers along the three deep red lines as Tim screamed and sobbed his little heart out.

Then John raised the cane for a fourth time and struck the shrieking boy. He followed the same routine as before and then struck the child yet another blow. After stroking the boy's bruised flesh for a moment or two, John raised the cane for a sixth time. He brought it down with all the force that he could muster and it bit deep into young Tim's buttocks.

The boy was shrieking his head off as his behind throbbed and quivered from the pain. He had now got six vivid red lines running across both of his white buttocks.

John put down the cane and started to stroke the boy's bottom.

"I think that you've learnt your lesson now Tim, I didn't want to beat you but you gave me no choice," he said as he ran his fingers lovingly up and down the red lines.

Then, without really thinking about it, John used his other hand to feel beneath the boy's body where it was lying on his lap. Tim was still sobbing, although no longer screaming, as his behind felt as if it was on fire. John's hand beneath the boy's belly came into contact with Tim's soft cock. With two of his fingers he took hold of it and started to move the foreskin up and down.

Now John had daily seen his son naked, helped him with his bathes, made sure the child's genitals and anus were nice and clean and helped the boy dry himself. He'd never had sexual feelings about these chores; they were things that a parent had to perform on very young children. It was only since the spanking session a few days ago that John had started to feel sexually attracted to his son. Even after that spanking session and his masturbation whilst fantasising about his son, John had many times felt very guilty and tried to ignore his true feelings.

Now, having caned his son for being naughty, John sexual feelings were back in full force. He started to play with his son's tiny cock as Tim's cries petered out.

"What are you doing daddy?" the young boy asked as he felt his daddy playing with his willy.

"I'm trying to make you feel better after your caning," John replied in a thick low voice. "Do you like what I'm doing?" he asked.

Tim, in the way young boys seem so able to do, had quickly forgotten the caning although his behind still felt as if it was on fire.

"You're doing something to my willy," Tim said in a funny voice, "and I like it daddy, it feels real good."

John removed his hand from under the boy's body.

"I'll tell you what Tim I think that I should put something on your bottom to soothe the pain and then I will make you feel real good after that," John said as he lifted the child off his lap.

"Daddy your willy has gone all hard," Tim giggled as John stood up and his shorts were well tented in front of him.

"Don't worry about that Tim," John laughingly replied as he bent down and picked up his son in his arms.

He gave him a kiss on his cheek and then started to carry him upstairs. Tim was happy; he loved to be carried in his daddy's arms. John went into the bathroom and opened the medicine cabinet and took out a tube of ointment that he knew would help to relieve the burning sensation that young Tim was suffering. Then he carried the child into his bedroom and laid him down gently on his large bed. Tim loved it when he was in his daddy's bedroom because it spelt safety and security to him.

John told Tim to lay on his belly and then he squeezed some of the ointment onto his fingers and started to rub it into the boy's sore buttocks. John's cock was throbbing with pleasure as he worked on his six year old son's behind.

"How does that feel now Tim, does it feel better now my boy?" John asked after having rubbed the soothing salve into the boy's skin for fifteen minutes.

"Yes daddy it feels better now," Tim sighed enjoying the feel of the cold salve being rubbed into his burning skin.

"Good Tim, then now I'm going to make you feel like you've never felt before," John said. "Turn over on your back boy," he said as he got onto the bed next to his son.

Tim turned over and lay on his back. John looked at the boy's one and a half inch [4 cm] long cock laying limply on his belly with his tiny balls close to his belly fully exposed. John's heart gave a lurch and the man's head was filled with sexual lust. He wanted his son badly now. He moved slightly so that he was able to take hold of Tim's limp cock which he did between two of his fingers. Then he started to move the boy's foreskin down exposing the lovely tiny red nob. He moved it back up covering that delightful sight before he moved it down again.

"Why are you doing that to my willy?" Tim asked enjoying the way it felt.

He was watching what his daddy was doing and it was the first time he's seen his tiny red nob exposed that way.

"I want to make you feel good, I want to make your willy grow stiff," John said as he continued to play with that delightful boy toy.

"Will it be like yours daddy?" Tim asked as his willy started to respond to his daddy's loving treatment.

It was now growing really stiff and the foreskin was pulled hard back down the shaft revealing the boy's nob in all of it's glory.

"Not as big silly," John growled fondly as the boy's tiny cock grew to two and a half inches [6 cm] and stood up straight from the kid's belly.

John knew that he must suck that cock. He had to suck it, his whole body demanded that he did. John had never sucked a cock before in his life and his had never been sucked either. The only knowledge he had about oral sex was the smutty talk that he used to exchange with his mates when he was a young teenager. But as he looked at his young son's fully erect tool, the lovely red nob, the beautiful lighter red of the exposed inner foreskin and below that the white of the shaft of Tim's cock he knew that he must have his lips around it. The boy's tiny tight balls just under the shaft was sending the father crazy with desire.

"This will really make you happy Tim," John murmured as he stuck out his tongue and licked the sweet tasting red nob.

Tim gave a groan of pleasure as he felt his daddy's rough tongue on his willy. He'd never known anything like that before. Then he gurgled and gasped as his daddy opened his mouth and closed it around his tiny stiff willy. He groaned with sheer pleasure as he felt his daddy beginning to suck on his little tool.

"Oooh daddy that feels good, that feels lovely daddy," Tim groaned as John started to move his lips up and down the shaft of Tim's beautifully stiff cock.

John was in heaven as he sucked on the boy's little willy. He opened his mouth and closed it around Tim's balls as well as his cock and sucked on the lovely mouthful. He could hear his son groaning in the distance and knew that Tim was happy. He let the balls drop from his mouth but kept sucking and licking the child's cock.

Then his need for urgent release started to overcome him. He knew that he was going to shoot his load very soon. He stopped sucking on Tim's cock and jumped off the bed. Then he lowered his shorts and underpants and stepped out of them. He got back on the bed and lay on his back by the side of his son who twisted around to see his daddy's erect seven inch [18 cm] cock standing straight up with precum leaking from the top.

"What's that stuff coming out of your willy daddy, is it pee?" the curious boy asked.

John gave a short laugh as he replied.

"No Tim, it's call precum and it shows that I'm very excited and happy," John replied.

The man's need for sexual release was now very urgent and he knew that he must have his young son involved in the act.

"Put your hands around my willy Tim," John whispered feeling very guilty and at the same time sexually excited.

Tim trusted his daddy completely. He placed his tiny hands around John's one and a half inch [4 cm] thick cock and then John put his own hand over his son's and started to move both his and the boy's hands up and down his cock.

He groaned with pleasure as he felt the boy's hands moving up and down under his own.

"Tim," he whispered, "you're wanking me off. You're making your daddy so happy that in a moment stuff will shoot out of my willy. Don't be afraid son, it only happens when I'm ever so happy," John said as he increased the speed of his and the boy's hands up and down his throbbing cock.

For six minutes they masturbated John's cock together. Tim's face was close to it as he watched fascinated as the big purple cock head kept appearing and disappearing as their hands rubbed up and down. The boy saw the piss slit of his daddy's cock open as John moaned and groaned with pleasure. He felt his daddy's buttocks bucking up and down as John felt his balls tighten.

Then suddenly John's cock exploded. A huge jet of thick cream shot out of the piss slit and struck Tim in his face as he was looking down at it. The cum hit the boy's forehead, his nose and his mouth as John kept the boy's hands rubbing up and down his spurting cock. Then he pushed Tim's hands away and feverishly continued to masturbate his cock as he milked the last drops of his cream from his balls.

Tim was still leaning over his daddy and cum was dripping off his face onto John's belly. John looked at his son and started to laugh.

"Tim my boy you look just divine," he said as he pushed the child back down on the bed. Now he leant over the boy and used his fingers to scoop some of his cum into Tim's mouth.

"Swallow that Tim, it's a symbol of how much I love you. The more you swallow the more I will love you and do anything to make you happy," the man said as he scooped more of his cum into Tim's mouth and the boy sucked it off his daddy's fingers.

Then John stuck out his tongue and started to lick the rest of his cum off the boy. For both of them, this was their first taste of cum. John immediately took to it like a duck takes to water and just loved the saline taste of his sperm. Tim swallowed it and enjoyed it too. Not because of the taste but because, by swallowing it, he was making the daddy whom he loved dearly very happy.

Once Tim's face was clean and the boy had licked the cum off his daddy's belly John kissed his son passionately. He told him again and again how much he loved him. Then he took the child to the bathroom and they both got cleaned up before returning to the living room, both naked.

After a while John started to feel rather ashamed of his actions. He went upstairs and put his shorts back on again and told Tim to get dressed as well.

For the next week John did nothing in a sexual manner towards his young son. Every time he thought of that day when Tim had helped wank him off he felt very ashamed and yet, at the same time, very excited. His cock would stiffen as he recalled how tasty his son's cock had been.

Then Tim's birthday arrived and he was seven years old. John gave him his birthday present and took him to McDonald's as a special birthday treat and after that to see a cartoon feature at the local movie cinema.

Several more days passed, days where John constantly thought about Tim's lovely body. He really did want to possess the boy completely. The more he thought about it the harder his cock would get. For his part Tim was very obedient and did nothing that would justify John punishing him.

John's feeling for his son was getting stronger each day that passed. He desired his son, he wanted to have his son in the full sexual sense of that word.

Three weeks had passed since Tim had helped wank his daddy off. John was becoming obsessed with the need to have sex with his son. Every time the boy came near him his big cock would stiffen and he would have to turn away from Tim to hide the state that he was in. John was sitting in his favourite armchair watching Tim playing with his toys on the floor. As usual his cock was hard as he day dreamed about the things he wanted to do with his seven year old son.

Tim looked across at his daddy and a big grin covered his face. Suddenly the boy jumped to his feet, ran over to his daddy, and grabbed the man's tented shorts.

"I've got your willy daddy," the boy giggled, "I want you to make mine stiff like yours," he said. John shivered with pleasure as he felt his son's tiny hands holding his cock firmly through his shorts. He grunted and bent over and grabbed hold of the boy as Tim let go of his daddy's shorts. The boy was laughing and giggling as John stood up still holding his naked son.

"So you want my willy do you Tim?" John said with a laugh as he twisted Tim around so that the boy's face was towards his.

He pulled the boy tight to his body and gave his son a kiss on the boy's lips. Tim was used to his daddy kissing him but before it had always been on his cheeks or his forehead but never on his lips like this. John was pushing his tongue against his own son's red lips and forcing them open as he placed a hand behind Tim's head to hold him steady. The boy's lips were forced open by his daddy's tongue and John licked around inside his son's sweet tasting mouth as Tim just did not know what to do. He struggled to get out of his daddy's arms but John was holding him too tightly for that.

Then the man stopped kissing his son.

"You want my willy and by fuck you're going to have it," John growled in a voice full of lust.

"Put me down daddy, put me down I don't want to play this game anymore," young Tim started to cry.

"Too fucking late boy, you've got me so hot and horny that there is no going back now," John said as he carried the boy out of the living room and up the stairs.

Tim was sobbing now and John told him to shut up or he'd get another good spanking. He carried his son into the bathroom where John went to the medicine cabinet and took out a jar of Vaseline. Then he carried Tim and the jar into his bedroom and tossed the naked boy onto his big bed.

For a few moments Tim lay on the bed face down panting with fear. Then he started to scramble off it but John grabbed him and threw him back.

"Lay fucking still Tim whilst daddy gets undressed and puts some lubricant on his willy," John said unbuttoning the waist of his shorts, lowering the zip and letting them fall down around his ankles.

Tim, having no idea what his daddy was up to, still wanted to get off the bed. He started to crawl off again before being stopped by a heavy blow across his buttocks.

"I fucking told you to stay on the bed Tim, now stay on it or I will really give you a good hiding," John snapped.

Crying aloud Tim lay back on the bed on his back watching every movement that his daddy made.

John lowered his shorts and now Tim could see his daddy's fully erect seven inch [18 cm] long willy. It looked enormous to the young boy's eyes and the angry purple cock head with precum leaking from the open piss slit looked truly frightening to the boy. He sobbed as he watched his daddy rubbing the Vaseline over his throbbing cock without knowing why he was so frightened. He loved his daddy and, until today, his daddy had never hurt him apart from the couple of beatings he'd received for being a naughty boy.

As John lubricated his cock he looked at the seven year old son of his. He wanted him so badly, every bone in his body ached. He desired this boy, he needed this boy, nothing but nothing would stop him from fully possessing his son.

He got on the bed by his boy and turned Tim over so that he lay on his belly. Then he moved the boy's legs apart. He stuck a finger in the jar of Vaseline and then, using the fingers of his other hand, he spread the boy's buttocks apart. John's mouth was wide open with sexual desire and he was drooling with excitement as he saw that snug pink brown hole which his big cock would soon be invading.

He ran his lubricated finger over it and Tim started to squirm.

"What are you doing daddy?" the youngster cried.

John believed in being honest with his son.

"I'm putting some lubricant on the hole your poo comes from Tim," he explained, "and then I'm going to put my willy in your poo hole and fuck you," he said as he forced the lips of the boy's hole apart with his finger and spread the lubricant inside.

Tim winced as his daddy's finger entered him.

"That hurt me daddy," Tim complained.

John bent over the boy as he moved his finger around inside Tim's tight hole and kissed him on his back.

"It's alright Tim don't worry. I really need you badly, I never knew just how much until today. Even if it hurts what I'm going to do just remember one thing Tim. You are making daddy very happy indeed by letting him fuck you today," John said ignoring the fact that his son had really no say at all in the matter.

John now withdrew his finger from Tim's tight hole excited by the way it had felt. The man had only ever fucked one person in his life and that was his wife. Now he was going to fuck his own son and he felt more excited about that than he had ever felt about fucking his late wife.

Now both the man and the boy were ready for the foul deed. John decided that the only way to fuck his virgin son would be to lay him over the edge of the bed. His feet hanging down towards the floor and his belly and above laying on the mattress. That would ensure that John's buttocks were at just the right height for John to get behind and over the boy and begin his inroads.

Having got Tim just right he smothered the child's neck, back and buttocks with kisses telling Tim how much he loved him. The boy lay unmoving and no longer crying as his daddy kissed and consoled him.

"Remember Tim, you're making daddy happy," John whispered to the boy as he stood over him with a leg either side of the boy's.

His cock head was resting in the child's crease and John took hold of his cock and steered it to the boy's closed hole. One hand rested flat on the boy's back whilst the other held his cock. He pressed forward with his pelvis and, for a moment, nothing happened. Breathing heavily with sexual lust, John pressed forward harder and felt the boy's shit hole lips opening. His cock started to enter.

Tim let out a shrill long shriek of pain as he felt his daddy's cock head entering his body. He felt as if he was being split in two, the pain was nothing like anything he'd felt before. His shrill shrieks set John's nerves tingling as he pushed harder into his son.

"That's the way Tim my boy, shriek and scream so daddy knows what a good time you're having," the man whispered to his son.

Tim needed no encouragement, as his daddy's cock pushed deeper into his very young virgin body the boy was shrieking as loud as he could. His insides were hurting and he felt as if he would die. The pain was so great that he could not even speak; all he could do was scream and shriek.

For John there was no going back now. His head sung as he forced deeper into his son's tight hole. This was what he wanted; this was what he desired. He now began to understand why he did not need services of females, adult men or teenagers. He did not even need the services of boys of eight or nine. All he needed was his seven year old son.

He started to fuck ever deeper into the screaming boy's rectum loving the tightness of the boy's hole around his cock. He'd never had so much pleasure as this when fucking his late wife. Slowly but surely he forced every inch of his cock into his shrieking son's body. Then he started to fuck him in earnest.

He would spend fifteen minutes fucking the boy as hard as he could, pounding his seven inch [18 cm] long cock in and out of the seven year old's right hole. Then another fifteen minutes slow fucking. Pulling his cock out very slowly and then pushing back in just as slow. All the while Tim was shrieking and screaming as his daddy enjoyed the boy's shrill noise.

John fucked his son like that for ninety minutes and then he felt his balls start to tighten. His body began to tremble as he thrust in and out of his son as hard as he could. Faster and faster he moved in and out as his big balls pounded into Tim's buttocks.

The poor young boy was suffering intolerable pain as his daddy fucked him without mercy. To Tim it felt as if he was being split apart and his whole backside was aching.

With a loud grunt and a gasp of sheer pleasure, John began to shoot his load into Tim's body. His cock was as far up Tim's bowels as possible when John shot his first load of cum. He pulled halfway out and thrust back in again delivering another load of warm cream into his son. Another short thrust and a little more cum shot out of John's cock and into the son he loved dearly. Tim was sobbing bitterly as his daddy kept fucking him.

At last the boy's ordeal was over and John withdrew his cock from Tim's tight hole and cum started to seep out from between the lips. John lay over Tim plastering his body with passionate kisses and telling the boy how much he loved him.

"But you hurt me daddy, you hurt me a lot," the unhappy boy cried.

"I know Tim but don't worry daddy will make you feel better," John said.

He started to suck on Tim's cock and soon the boy had stopped his crying and his little cock was lovely and stiff. John pleasured his son that way for almost half an hour before he stopped and got up off the bed.

"Come on Tim, let's get cleaned up," he said to his son and took him to the bathroom.

After that they both got dressed and went downstairs.

As the days passed John's feelings remained just as strong. He no longer felt ashamed or guilty as he fucked his son every day. Slowly Tim got used to his daddy making love to him. He did not enjoy it very much but the pain slowly disappeared and he knew it made his daddy very happy. He did enjoy his daddy sucking his cock, a thing John made a point of doing after he'd fucked his son. He also got used to, although again not really enjoying, licking the cum off his daddy's cock after he'd been fucked.

John and Tim got into a routine. John would fuck Tim as he screamed and begged his daddy to stop. Then daddy would lick and suck Tim's shit hole to remove as much of his cum as he could whilst the boy, laying astride his daddy, would be licking and sucking the cum off John's cock. Once they were both clean John would get Tim to lay on the bed on his back. He would then spend at least half an hour sucking Tim's cock and balls. This was the part that the boy really enjoyed.

Two months after first fucking his son, John took the child into his bed at night. He told Tim that they were sharing a big secret. Tim was now his wife as well as his son. After that John would fuck Tim before going to sleep, fuck him again when they woke up next day. He would fuck him a couple of times during the day and when they were watching TV in the evening Tim would be sitting on his daddy's lap with John's cock buried deep inside his bowels.

Tim got to enjoy this part a lot because his daddy would play with the boy's cock whilst his son sat on his daddy's fuck stick.

John was happy and Tim was contented. He never did really enjoy being fucked but he endured it to keep his daddy happy.

There was one other thing that John introduced to their relationship. On Saturday afternoons he always beat his son whether or not the boy deserved it. At first it was spanking and caning, later he started to whip the child as well. The Saturday afternoon session started off lasting half an hour but as the boy got older and the sessions more violent John was spending a full afternoon satisfying his need to use physical force on his son.

Tim never did grow to enjoy those sessions but they continued until the boy reached the age of eleven. His father's interest in his son slowly petered out then and he went elsewhere to satisfy his need for young boys bodies.

But that, as they say, is another story.

The End

David, a thirty four year old man, was in the dungeon of his home. In reality it was a cellar that he had converted into a dungeon with all the trapping of a torture chamber. He was sitting in a chair looking at his slave, twenty year old Malcolm.

Malcolm was naked and tied to an X frame by his wrists and ankles so that he too looked like an X. Blood was running down his back where he had been severely lashed by his Master, David.

"I'm fucking bored," David said, "pissed off and fucking bored."

Slave Malcolm made no reply.

"I want a fucking boy, I need a fucking boy," David said.

"Master please not that, you know what happened the last time you had a boy, you almost got caught over that," the slave said.

"Shit cunt that was a year ago and I've not had a boy since. I want one and you're going to get the fucker for me," the Master stated.

"Please Master don't make me do that. I don't want us to run the risk of getting caught," the slave pleaded.

"You know what slave, I'm getting a bit tired of your whining," the slave's master said.

Slave Malcolm was silent for a few minutes. The last slave his master had, a twenty two year old man, had died in mysterious circumstances when David had tired of him. His master had hinted from time to time that the slave before that had met with a fatal accident. Malcolm shivered slightly.

"Master I'm trying to protect you, I don't want you to rot in prison for the rest of your life," Malcolm said.

Master got to his feet.

"I WANT A FUCKING BOY TO PLAY WITH," he shouted as he went to the rack of whips.

He selected one that had many spikes imbedded in the leather thong. Then he walked across to the X Frame.

"Will you get me a boy as soon as possible?" Master asked his slave.

"No Master I can't, it's just too fucking dangerous," slave replied.

THWACK.

The lash struck slave across his back and the spikes ripped lumps of flesh out of him. Slave Malcolm screamed as the pain shot through all of his body.

"Will you get me a boy?" Master demanded to know.

"I can't Master, for your own good I cannot," slave replied.

THWACK, THWACK, THACK.

Three times the spiked lash bit into slaves shoulders, back and buttocks. Slave screamed as his blood started to flow freely.

"Are you going to get me a boy?" Master asked.

Malcolm knew his master well, he'd been his slave for the past five years. He knew that the mood his master was in, he'd whip him until every shred of his skin was torn off and then he would continue to whip him until slave agreed to his demand.

"Yes Master I'll get you a boy," slave groaned knowing that he had no other choice but to agree.

THWACK.

Master struck his slave with the loaded lash once again.

"When will you get him?" he asked.

"Tomorrow Master, I'll do my best to get him tomorrow."

THWACK.

Again the lash struck the hapless slave.

"How old will the boy be?" Master asked.

"Twelve or thirteen," groaned slave.

THWACK.

Again the lash struck the slave.

"Younger, I want him younger so how old will he be?"

"Master you tell me how old you want him and I'll do my best to get one around that age," slave replied.

This time the master did not use the whip. He looked at the back of his groaning slave, a back covered in blood.

"Remember when you were sixteen and thought that I was going to dump you? Remember what you did then to make me happy?" Master asked.

"Yes Master I remember. I brought you back a six year old boy," slave groaned in reply.

"Yeah and each boy you've brought back since has been a little older. The way you're going you'll soon be bringing me the boy's granddad," master said angrily.

THWACK, THWACK, THWACK, THACK.

Master beat his screaming slave four times with the spiked lash.

"What are you going to do to make me happy?" master asked.

"I'll bring you a boy of six or seven tomorrow Master if I can," groaned slave.

"Now that's much better slave, I'm already feeling happier," Master stated. "Are you ready for a good fucking?" he asked.

"Oh yes please Master I would love to be fucked by you," slave answered.

"You'd better not let any other bastard fuck you or I'll cut your fucking throat," grunted master as he started to release slave from the X frame.

Once released, slave went off to the bathroom to clean up and administer as best he could a salve to his wounds. Then he joined his master in the big bedroom and for the next few hours his master played with him and fucked him from both ends before deciding to call it a night.

Slave was up early to make his master's breakfast and then took it to him in bed.

"When you off to pick up the boy?" Master asked.

"I thought around nine because parents will be taking their little darlings to school then. I scout around the various estates and see what I can find."

"Don't come back empty handed or I'll have your guts for garters," master threatened as slave left the room.

David got up and used the bathroom and then wandered around very restless. He couldn't wait for slave to get back home.

David was a strange man in some ways. He was extremely cruel and had, in fact, murdered his last two slaves when they failed to come up to his expectations. Most of the time he only wanted sex with his slaves but now and then, never more than once a year, a craving for a boy came over him. When that happened he would go to any length to get hold of a boy to satisfy his sexual needs. He never beat boys; he was never physically cruel to them; he wanted them only for sex. Teenagers did not hold any interest for him unless it was to have one as a slave. Boys older than nine were not really his cup of tea although, when the urge was on him, he would satisfy his sexual needs with them. Boys under nine were the ones he really hungered for and the younger they were the happier he was. To date he'd never had a boy younger than six but, to be totally honest, if he could have got one of four years old that would have spelt bliss for him. He doubted that if he ever did lay his hands on a boy that young the kid would ever be released. He'd keep him with him and fuck the youngster whenever his cock told him it was ready for a bit of very young boy flesh; and that would be frequently.

As it was David kept his boys for twenty four hours and then slave returned them to the area from whence he'd removed them. The boys would be unharmed apart from the fact that they would no longer be virgins and would have been well and truly fucked.

David, very restless, was wearing a pair of blue shorts and nothing else at all, not even underpants. He didn't want to have to waste a lot of time later undressing.

It was around noon that slave returned. He entered from the garage through the internal door and was carrying a tiny figure over his shoulder. David's heart gave a jump as he saw a mop of black hair hanging down slave's back.

"Straight to the bedroom and dump him on the bed," David said leading the way.

In the large bedroom Malcolm tipped the boy off his shoulder and onto the bed. The young kids wrists were tied behind his back and his ankles were tied together. He had a strip of duct tape across his mouth. His black hair had now fallen over his forehead and his green eyes, large and scared looking, were full of tears. He had a pert upturned nose and David was certain that the kid's lips would be a lovely bright red in colour with a perfect set of pearly white teeth when he could see them once the tape was removed.

The child was wearing a yellow T Shirt, tiny blue shorts that showed off his legs a treat and he was barefoot.

"Where's the kid's shoes or whatever?" David asked.

"He was wearing sandals, they must have come off in the van," slave replied.

"Right slave now you tell me how you got your hands on this little beauty whilst I get him undressed. I'll leave the tape on his mouth until you've finished talking otherwise his screams will drown you out," David said.

David now started to untie the child's wrists and ankles. As soon as they were free the kid tried to move away from David.

"Stay where you are you little fucker or you'll get a smack across your jaws," snapped David knowing how important it was to show the boy straight away who was in charge.

The youngster looked at David with his lovely tear filled green eyes but stopped trying to move away.

"Good now your wrists are untied I can take you shirt off," David said.

Whilst the boy had been getting untied slave had started to tell his master how he had come to find him.

"I went around some of the estates on the outskirts of the city hoping that some kid would be wandering alone to school. No such fucking luck. Then I stopped the van by a kiddies playground and fucking hell what should I see. This little beauty playing all by himself on the slide and there was no fucker at all in sight. I hopped out of the van and went over to the slide. Got there just as the little fucker launched himself down it again. He slid right into my fucking arms. I picked him up, covered his mouth with my hand so he couldn't scream or fuck all like that. Then I had a quick look around, still quite deserted, hurried across to the van and got into the back with this little perisher. I'd already got the duct tape prepared so I quickly stuck it over his mouth. Then it was a simple matter to tie the cunt up. I left him in the back, got into the driving seat and drove off. There was no fucker around at all during the whole of the time that it took me to pick the little shit up and drive off with him," slave explained.

David listened approvingly as Malcolm described the kidnap. He then took hold of the bottom of the shirt and pulled it up over the boy's body, over his arms and off his head. He tossed the garment to one side.

"Okay slave you can piss off now. Come back at lunchtime tomorrow to take this fucker back from where you picked him up. Have a good time now," David said eager for Malcolm to leave.

He had been stroking the boy's smooth white body as he was speaking to slave. His hand ran across the child's smooth white chest, down his belly to his waist. He stroked the boy's smooth nut brown arms, then played with the kid's tiny nipples for a brief moment as slave left the bedroom closing the door behind him and David was left alone with the boy.

"Now kiddy let's see about taking your shorts off you," David said.

The boy did try to move away from the man but David quickly put an arm around his body. Then, holding the small boy very tightly, he unbuttoned the front of the kid's tiny blue shorts, lifted the kid quite easily up off the bed with one hand and pushed the shorts down over the boy's thighs with the other hand. The youngster had a very tiny pair of white briefs on. David now pushed them down the boy's thighs so that they were just above the blue shorts. He laid the little kid back down on the bed on his back, took hold of both briefs and shorts, and pulled them both down the child's legs and off his feet. He tossed these garments away as well.

David sat on the edge of the bed looking at the bollock naked boy laying on his back. He placed one hand on the boy's belly holding him down so he could not move. Then he start to stroke first one leg and then the other. He moved his hand up and onto the boy's thigh. Then he stroked first one of the thighs and then the other working his hand ever nearer to the boy's tiny willy. It was soft, no more than inch [2½ cm] long and the thickness of a pencil. Uncut, the foreskin hung over the top of the nob by almost quarter of an inch [1 cm]. He had very tiny balls up close to his body. David ran his hand over the boy's lovely genitals, up a little more to stroke the smooth belly. His fingers lingered around the tiny belly button and he pushed his little finger into it.

"God you're beautiful boy, just beautiful," David breathed and then he flipped the child over so that he was laying on the bed face down.

David ran one hand up the boy's short legs, up first one thigh and then the other. Then he ran his warm hand over the boy's tiny but well formed buttocks.

"I'll explore that tiny hole at the bottom of your crease shortly," David murmured as his hand wandered to the small of the kiddie's back.

He stroked the boy's small back, ran his hand across the kid's shoulder and then all the way back down to his buttocks again. He patted those lovely tiny globes, he kissed them and then with the palms of his hands he spread them apart. Nestling at the bottom of the child's crease was the most delightful pinky brown hole that you could ever imagine. It was closed tight but looked as if it really did want to be opened. David ran his tongue from the top end of the crease all the way down, over the hole, and a little further below it. Then he started to run his wet tongue back up again but this time he stopped when he reached the child's shit hole. He licked around and over it and around it again. He pressed his lips down and managed to kiss it.

"Time for me to remove my shorts my lovely little beauty," David murmured as he slipped out of his shorts.

His cock, all eight hard inches [20 cm], was throbbing with excitement at the thought of pleasures to come.

"Okay my young master let's get that duct tape off you," David said as he turned the boy over once again so that the kid was laying on his back.

David took time to admire the unspoilt beauty of the child's small body. His smooth white skin, his flat chest and belly. His tiny cock with the twist of foreskin. He leant over that child's tiny body, prised up a corner of the duct tape and then tore it off the boy's mouth in one swift movement of his hand.

The boy's mouth opened wide.

"I WANT MY MUMMY, I WANT MY DADDY, TAKE ME HOME TO MUMMY AND DADDY," he hollered.

"Shut it boy," David said, "you will be going back home tomorrow. Until then I've borrowed you from your mummy and daddy."

"I WANT MY MUMMY, I WANT MY MUMMY, I WANT MY MUMMY," the boy shrieked.

"What you want is a good fucking hiding and you will get one if you don't shut your mouth," David said slapping the hysterical boy a very hard blow across his right cheek. "Now stop that fucking row."

The slap certainly did the trick and the boy stopped screaming and lay rubbing his cheek.

"That's better," David said, "now let's be friends. What's your name?"

"Jamie," the boy replied with a break in his voice. "Please mister I want to go home."

"The nice man who brought you here will be taking you home tomorrow, till then you're staying with me," David said.

"He wasn't a nice man, he was horrid and tied me up," Jamie complained.

"Okay, well the horrid man will be taking you back home tomorrow," David replied.

"Now Jamie, how old are you?" David asked.

The boy looked as if he was about to scream for his mummy again but then seemed to think better of the idea.

"I'm nearly seven, I'll be seven next month," Jamie answered as a big tear rolled down his left cheek.

"Jamie my name is David and that's what I want you to call me. Now I'm real pleased that you are only six because that means we're going to have lots of fun together"

"I'm nearly seven, I'm older than six," Jamie corrected David.

"Yeah you're older than six, fuck boy I wish you were a lot younger than that," chuckled David. "Now don't you worry about what I'm going to do now it won't hurt you."

He knelt on the bed beside the small boy. He reached out for one of Jamie's slender arms and pulled it up towards the top of the bed. Then, using his free hand, he pulled a rope that was attached to the bed post down towards the boy's arm. The rope had a metal band lined inside with velvet attached to it and it was hinged so that it could be opened or closed. It also had a small ring on the outside to which another velvet rope was attached. At the moment it was open and David closed it around the boy's thin wrist. Then he did the same to Jamie's other wrist attaching it to a rope hanging from the opposite top bed post. Jamie's arms were now above his head in the shape of a V with his wrists attached to ropes that were tied to the bed posts.

Jamie started to cry.

"Please I want to go home, I'm frightened and I want my mummy," he sobbed.

"No need to be frightened Jamie, I've tied you up like that so that I can play with your body without you struggling to get away. Now you just lay back and be a good boy and you will also enjoy yourself," David said as his cock throbbed with excitement.

He knelt by Jamie's feet and lifted one of the boy's legs. As Jamie sobbed he started to suck on the boy's toes. First it was the little toe that he sucked on. Then the toe next to that. Slowly he worked up the toe until he reached the big toe. He took that lovely little digit into his mouth and sucked on it for a good five minutes and all the while the youngster sobbed. Then David repeated the exercise with the other foot.

Having done that he pushed the boy's legs apart and lay his head down between them. His head was laying down with his cheek on the mattress and he stuck out his tongue and started to lick the inside of the boy's thigh nearest to his face. Jamie tried to move his leg but David kept hold of it as he licked all the way up the thin smooth thigh until he reach the boy's groin.

Then David turned so that he was laying with his chest on the mattress. His body was between Jamie's legs and his face looking down at the boy's soft inch [2½ cm] cock. It was sleeping peacefully on Jamie's body. David reached out a thumb and forefinger and took hold of the tiny cock. He uttered a deep sigh of contentment as he pulled the foreskin down to reveal a lovely tiny red nob.

Jamie was crying and also he was talking.

"I want my mummy, I want my mummy," he was saying through his sobs.

David ignored the boy as he started to work the child's foreskin up and down the tiny cock. Slowly Jamie's words petered out as his cock started to stiffen under the expert treatment that David was giving it. A few more strokes with his finger and thumb up and down the tiny shaft and the youngster's cock was stiff and throbbing. The foreskin was stretched as far as it would go down the shaft of the boy's now two inch [5 cm] long cock.

David blew gently on the red nob as the tiny piss slit opened like an eye and Jamie couldn't help giggling. Then the six year old boy felt David's tongue licking over and around his cock head. The feeling was fantastic and the boy groaned with pleasure as he arched his back slightly. David licked the tiny piss slit pushing the very tip of his tongue into it and Jamie squeaked with delight.

Now the boy was feeling happier so David opened his mouth and closed it around the stiff cocklet. He started to move his tight warm lips up and down the shaft as Jamie groaned with pleasure and thrust his pelvis upwards to get all of his willy into David's mouth. The man adored the taste of boys' cocks. He could spend hours on end sucking and licking them. He would often give the boys lots of soft drinks so that they wanted to piss and then he would let them piss in his mouth. All that could be done later; for now all David wanted was to sample the boy's cock before he moved on to more serious matters.

He sampled that cock for twenty minutes whilst Jamie, groaned and giggled, thrust his pelvis up and down, forgot all about his tears and did not call for his mummy once.

"Your cock tastes so lovely Jamie," David whispered to the boy having let the tiny willy drop from his mouth.

"Do it some more David, please do it some more," Jamie replied having loved the way the man had made him feel as he was sucking his willy.

"Later my love, later," David said, "and you will be able to lick and suck mine too but first I've something to do that can't wait any longer."

"What's that?" the child asked feeling a lot less afraid of David now.

"I've got to fuck you Jamie, that's the main reason you're here. I'm going to take your cherry, turn you from a virgin into a faggot. That's what I'm going to do now Jamie," David answered with a big smile on his face.

The smile reassured the six year old boy. Nothing that David had just said meant a thing to him but it couldn't have been bad or the man would not have been smiling at him as he said it.

"Now I've just got to adjust things slightly Jamie, don't be frightened boy I'm just getting you into the right position," David said.

He now knelt and took hold of the boy's legs and then pushed them up in the air and then down again towards Jamie's shoulders. The boy was so small that David had no trouble at all in holding him in that position with one hand. Using his other hand he reached for the velvet cord attached to the ring on the left hand wrist band. He got hold of the free end of the cord and wound it round Jamie's left ankle until his ankle and wrist were almost touching and then he tied it in place. Moving over he took hold of the cord attached to the right hand wrist band. Jamie was beginning to cry, more from fear than because he was hurting. David pulled the right angle down to the boy's right wrist and once again wound the cord around the ankle and tied it.

Jamie was now lying on his back with his wrists and ankles virtually tied together. His legs were spread wide and his butt was sticking up in the air.

"Wow lovely, just fucking lovely," breathed David as he bent and licked and kissed the boy's fully exposed brown hole.

"Jamie," David said as he started to lubricate his own cock, "in a moment I'm going to fuck you. It's going to hurt you like hell boy but I will be having the time of my life. This Jamie is what should happen to all little boys," the pederast said.

David's cock was now ready for action the lubricant he had applied shining on it in the electric lighting. David did not belong to that school of thought that considered it necessary to stretch a virgin boy's hole with their fingers before actually fucking him. He belonged to the school that considered it much better to enter a totally virgin hole that had not been spoilt by finger fucking. That is what he believed and what he practiced, and that is what he was going to do now.

Jamie was crying now as he was very frightened. The position he was in was not very comfortable and David had told him he was going to hurt him.

The man half crouched over the boy, his legs either side of Jamie's upturned body and his cock hanging just above the boy's virgin hole.

"Here we go Jamie, this is where you lose your cherry," David chuckled as he lowered his body so that his cock head was in the boy's crease and touching the closed virgin hole.

David's hands were resting on the bed either side of Jamie's head and just above his shoulders. He lowered his pelvis and the weight of his body was bearing down on his cock which, in turn, was bearing down on Jamie's closed hole. A six year old boy's sphincter muscle was no match against the weight of a grown man. As the cock pressed against the hole the muscle started to stretch and the hole opened. David's cock entered through the painfully tight ring as David winced from the wonderful pain and Jamie started to shriek from the terrible agonising pain that he was now feeling.

"Wow Jamie boy you're so tight," said David as he bore his weight down on the screaming boy.

His nob was fully in now as was the first inch of the shaft of his cock. Jamie's ring was like a vice gripping David's cock so painfully, gloriously, erotically excitingly as he forced ever deeper into the child's warm bowels.

What made fucking a boy so wonderfully, sexually rewarding was the tightness of a kid's ring around a man's cock, so painfully beautiful in a way that no adult could ever match. That is why men have fucked boys down through the centuries, probably starting from when men lived in caves. And that is why every so often the urge to fuck a boy became a pressing need for David that no adult slave could satisfy.

Still David forced more and more of his eight inch [20 cm] long cock into that tight hole. Jamie's bowels were hot, red hot and so wonderful around his thrusting cock. Having got four inches [10 cm] of cock into the screaming boy's body, David began to pull up slightly before thrusting back down. This way he was getting the pleasure of fucking the boy as he forced his cock ever deeper into Jamie.

Five inches then six inches [13-15 cm] of man cock was now thrusting in and out of the screaming boy. David loved the boys that he fucked but accepted that it was necessary for them to feel some pain if they were to make him happy, In any case they would only suffer off and on for twenty four hours and when they were not being fucked they would have a good time as David made a fuss of their little cocklets and balls or let them suck and play with his.

Seven inches [18 cm] of cock was now thrusting in and out of the youngster and still their was an inch to go. It felt to young Jamie as if a huge pole was being shoved up and down inside him (which, of course is roughly what was happening) and it felt as if it would never stop before it came out of his mouth. The six year old boy had never felt pain like it and all he could do was scream and shriek as the man on top of him kept moving up and down.

At last David's balls were pressing into the young boy's buttocks as the last inch of his cock entered Jamie. David paused for a moment just enjoying the vice like grip of the boy's ring around the base of his cock and the warmth of his bowels together with the pulsating intestines around his eight inches [20 cm] of boy fucking tool.

Jamie's sobbing and screaming was endless as the pain the boy was feeling never seemed to go away.

"It's alright my Angel," David said as he stared down at the boy's tear filled green eyes, "just remember you're making me happy and that is what little boys are meant to do."

Then David started to fuck the boy in earnest. He started off very slowly pulling all but his cock head out of the child's bowels. Then he slowly thrust all the way back in again. Out once more and slowly back in, out and in out and in. As he fucked Jamie slowly and gently he kept whispering words of encouragement to the sobbing child.

"Lay back and close your eyes Angel, just enjoy the movement of my cock in and out of you," he whispered as he fucked the boy.

"Does that feel lovely Jamie, do you like my cock inside you?" he asked in a gentle voice as he continued to fuck the sobbing boy slowly and very gently.

After a few minutes of this, David started to speed up. He pulled out a little faster and drove in a little harder.

"Does it feel good little man, are you going to want to be fucked every day after this?" David asked as he now fucked even faster.

Ten minutes, eleven, twelve and then thirteen minutes passed with David fucking faster and faster. Now the man was beginning to sweat from the energy he was putting into the job. Jamie's hole was so beautifully tight that David knew he would not be able to last much longer. The tiny boy beneath him was having a terrible erotic effect on the man. God how the pederast loved fucking boys, not so often that the novelty wore off but just enough to satisfy his sexual needs.

Twenty minutes passed and now David was fucking young Jamie as fast as he could. The man's balls were ready to explode.

"Jamie my boy I'm cumming, oh god my little angel I'm cumming," David groaned as he started to shoot his load into young Jamie's bowels.

He filled the boy's back passage with his cum as he shot load after load into the child. Then, with his balls now empty, David rested his sweat covered body on top of the sobbing Jamie. He paused for a few minutes before withdrawing and looked down at the lovely face of the boy he had just fucked.

"Jamie stop that crying now, I've a special treat for you. In a moment I'm going to pull my cock out of your newly created boy cunt. Before I do that I'm going to untie you," David said.

Then, with his cock still buried deep inside Jamie's body, David untied the boy's ankles and opened the metal bands around his wrists. Holding the boy's legs in the same position that they had been when he'd fucked him, David withdrew his cock from the boy's sore cunt. He moved very quickly allowing Jamie's legs to lower back down to the bed and then he lay alongside the boy. He opened his legs and told Jamie to get between them. The boy just remained where he was sobbing bitterly. David sat up, leant over the boy and very easily picked him up. He then planted him face down between his legs.

"Now Jamie you have a choice," Davis said to the young boy. "You can now open your mouth and close it around my cock and start sucking it as if it were a lollipop. If you don't do that willingly then I will grab you by your hair, drag you up so that your mouth can reach my cock and then force you to suck me. That way will hurt you a lot. Your choice."

For a moment Jamie raised his tear swollen face and looked at the man who was abusing him. Something in David's face must have told the boy that the man meant what he said. He moved up towards David's cock very slowly. The man's penis, covered in cum, was semi hard. The boy opened his mouth and closed it over that cum covered cock head and started to suck. David lay back and started to groan with pleasure as he felt the boy's mouth sucking on his tool. For a pederast this was heaven.

For ten minutes David allowed the boy to gently suck on his cock. After a couple of minutes young Jamie settled down to his task, made himself comfortable between David's legs, and then sucked on the nob as if it was a dummy (pacifier)that had kept him happy and quiet when he was a baby. Then he decided that he wanted a little more from the boy.

"Jamie take hold of my balls and pull them and twist them as you suck my cock," David requested.

The boy, the man's cock firmly between his two lovely red lips, looked up David's body and stared with his lovely green eyes into the pederast's face. Then, moving slightly but still sucking on the cock, he reached out with his tiny hands and took hold of David's bollocks and started to pull and twist them about.

David gave a huge sigh of satisfaction; this was sheer bliss and he felt as if he was in heaven as the youngster played with his balls and sucked his cock. Another fifteen minutes of happiness for David passed. Then the man felt the urge to suck on young Jamie's cock.

"Leave my cock alone now Jamie," he said in a husky voice, "and come up here," holding his arms up in the air.

Reluctantly the boy let David's cock slip from his mouth. He had found it strangely comforting as he lay sucking on it and playing with the big balls. He crawled up David's chest and the man put his arms around the six year old and kissed him on the lips.

"Now's it your turn to feel good," David whispered as he turned on his side and laid Jamie on the bed on his back.

Then David lay across the boy's waist and took his tiny cock between his thumb and finger and started to play with it. As he rubbed the foreskin up and down, Jamie's cock quickly stiffened and was soon fully erect. Then David opened his mouth and closed it over that stiff little pecked. His lips closed tightly around the slender shaft and he started to move his head up and down. Soon young Jamie was cooing, wriggling and giggling as he enjoyed the sensations that David's mouth was giving him.

Sometimes David would reach the base of the tiny cock, open his mouth and close it around the little ball bag so that he was sucking on the whole of the child's bollocks. Then he would go back to sucking up and down the shaft of Jamie's lovely tasting willy.

For over one glorious hour David sucked on Jamie's hard little cock and the boy was loving every minute of it. This was even better than when he had been sucking David's nob.

Time was getting on now and David still had to feed the boy so he brought the sex session to a close. He carried the young boy into the living room, turned on the television to one of the cartoon channels, and left the youngster happily watching Tom and Jerry whilst he produced a meal. After they had eaten, and the boy emptied his plate because he was very hungry, David cleared up as Jamie watched the television. Then David joined the boy in the living room.

"I've a special video that we will watch together," David said. "You can sit on my lap whilst we watch it."

"I'm ever so tired David and I want to go home," the young boy replied.

"You go home tomorrow Jamie," David said once again. "You won't be getting much sleep tonight I can tell you that. I'm going to be fucking the hell out of you so you'd better get used to that thought."

As David was talking he had set up the video. Jamie was sitting on the sofa and tears were rolling down his lovely smooth cheeks. David picked the boy up in his arms, sat down in a reclining armchair, then he sat the boy on his lap so that his own hard cock was sticking up between the child's legs.

It was rather an amusing sight with a small six year old sitting with what looked like an eight inch [20 cm] long cock sprouting out from his body. David pressed the remote control button and the video started to play. Soon Jamie was sitting watching, mouth wide open, as he watched what was being portrayed. It was pure child porn of the nastiest nature and it started to frighten Jamie half to death. David began to play with the boy's tiny cock and, despite what he was watching, Jamie sported a stiffy.

The video reached the point where a middle aged man was just about to shove his big cock up the cunt of a boy who could not have been aged more than five, when David lifted Jamie up by holding on to his thighs. As the sound from the television was full of a young boy's shrieks of pain and terror, David balanced the kid on the end of his cock, the meeting point between the two being Jamie's little boy cunt. Then David let go of his hold on the boy. Suddenly the sound from the television was drowned out by the shrieks of young Jamie as he slipped down the pole that was holding him aloft.

David's cock gradually disappeared into the screaming child's body as slaps and curses came from the television. A second man had started to shove his cock into the boy's mouth and the child had bit him. He was now slapping and cursing the very young boy as the first man continued to fuck the kid.

Jamie was struggling to get off the big cock that was entering his bowels. His attempts only made things worse for himself as he slipped further down David's hard cock.

As the video progressed and the young boy was now servicing two man cocks in the correct manner, Jamie became fully impaled on David's cock. David did not move but sat with that screaming child on his fuck stick and now started to play with Jamie's soft cock once again. Slowly Jamie's cries died down as his body adjusted to the big cock inside it, a cock that was not moving. The boy's own little cocklet grew stiff once again and now the boy was caught up in both pleasure and pain as David kept his fingers working up and down on Jamie's willy.

On the video the first man had already shot his load and a third man entered the room. Without hesitation he shoved his seven inch [18 cm] long cock straight up the very young boy's cum filled cum. The child could not scream because the second man was fucking in and out of the kid's throat with his rampant cock.

David, having got the boy's cock nice and stiff and distracted the child's mind from the pain of his penetration, now let go of that lovely cocklet. He once again picked the child up but this time he placed his hands under Jamie's buttocks. Then he started to move the boy up and down on his cock.

Jamie started to scream, but not very loudly because what he was feeling was fear rather than pain. David worked the boy up and down on his eight inch [20 cm] long cock moving the child faster and faster.

The video had drawn to an end with the unconscious and extremely well fucked very young boy being carried out of the room by the last man that had entered and fucked him.

David continued to use the boy to wank himself off. He kept this up for forty minutes by which time his arms were like lead weights. Then, with his cock still buried to the hilt in the child he stood up. He moved around the room holding the boy tightly onto his cock. When he got level with the table he threw the child across it, his cock still buried inside Jamie. Jamie's buttocks were hanging off the edge of the table and David now started to fuck in and out of the boy as hard and fast as he could.

Fifteen more minutes of hard fucking and David started to shoot his load. He filled young Jamie with his cum once again as he emptied his balls into the boy. When he had finished he pulled his big cock out of that six year olds well stretched boy cunt. Then he knelt on the floor and started to lick the wide open hole getting his tongue deep inside Jamie.

Jamie's sobs died away and soon he was groaning with pleasure as David worked away with his tongue. He cleaned as much of his cum from the boy's lovely hole as he could reach with his tongue and then gently sucked on Jamie's hole drawing the rest of the cum into his mouth and swallowing it. Jamie loved this experience.

Once he had finished, David gathered the boy up in his arms. He carried him to the bedroom and got onto the bed with the child.

The rest of the night and the following morning was spent with David repeatedly fucking young Jamie, sucking his little cocklet or his tiny boy cunt and having the boy suck his big man cock and play with his balls at the same time.

Midday arrived and slave turned up. He took the boy back and dumped him close to where he had picked him up. The well fucked little youngster, fully clothed once again, made his way back home which was very near to where slave had dumped him and into the loving arms of his family.

Slave Malcolm returned to his master who was well pleased with the job slave had done. Nevertheless he strung slave up to the ceiling and started to whip the shit out of him.

"Next time you bring me a fucking boy make sure he's under fucking five," David snarled as he whipped slave unmercifully.

Later he took him to bed and fucked the shit out of him. It was to be eighteen months later before David felt the overpowering urge for another young boy.

The End