Gabe Wallis

Chance Encounter

Chapter 1

I stumbled onto the crowded train, exhausted. Work had been a fucking nightmare: the network had been down for 3 hours, the printer kept jamming, and that slut Kelly from accounts kept begging me to go on a date with her. I'd tried explaining that I was gay, but she hadn't listened. Apparently I'm "too manly to be a faggot." Her words, not mine.

Fortunately, I got off a few hours early thanks to the network problems. Unfortunately, this meant the subway was full to bursting. Fortunately, the crowd consisted mainly of children. Boys, for the most part, making their way home from their posh little private schools in their posh little uniforms.

I looked around the carriage, thankful that I hadn't managed to find a seat. Boys were jostling against me as the train moved, and I felt my dick swelling up. There was one boy in particular whose butt was just resting against my hand. He couldn't be more than 10 or 11 years old, with sandy colored hair and tanned skin. I couldn't see his face, but I figured he must be cute.

The train moved a little and he stumbled, his butt pushing firmly against my hand. My heart froze for a second. What if he turned around and thought I was touching him inappropriately? Hell, I WAS touching him inappropriately. Luckily, I didn't have to worry about it: he didn't seem to notice. Emboldened by this, I slid my hand against his pants, which were tight against his nice little bubble butt. Once again, he didn't notice. I turned my hand around and ran my finger tips across the soft fabric of his school pants, barely touching him. Still no reaction. I gave his ass a little squeeze and felt it tense up.

Shit.

I let my hand fall away, praying he didn't turn around. The train was slowing down now. My stop was still three stops away, but if I got off here I could walk. It wouldn't be too far. Definitely better than this boy catching me.

As the train stopped, I felt something soft and warm touching my hand again. I looked down and saw that he was rubbing himself against me quite obviously. Taking that as my cue to continue, I groped him again, harder this time. My dick was completely erect by now, dripping precum. Hopefully nobody noticed.

He pushed back against my hand and I let my fingers explore his butt a little more fully. His pants really were tight: I could feel the outline of a slightly-too-small pair of briefs. God, this was so hot. I pinched and poked and squeezed for what felt like hours until we finally reached my stop.

The boy turned around and looked up at me with the richest, most beautiful brown eyes I've ever seen. "This is my stop," he mouthed, looking a little disappointed. Holy fuck, he was every bit as cute as I thought he'd be.

"Mine too," I mouthed back, and he instantly perked up. I motioned for him to follow me off the train, and he did. Once we were safely out of the station I turned round and smiled down at him. "Hey, my name's Dan!"

"I'm Riley," he said in a voice so quiet I could barely hear it.

"Nice to meet you, Riley." I looked at the time on my phone. It was 3:53. I'd already gone further than I'd ever thought possible with a boy, so why not push it a little further? "Say, wanna come back to my place?"

His brown eyes lit up. "Yeah!"

My dick twitched. "Alright, it's only two blocks away. C'mon!"

As we walked, he chattered excitedly away about his day at school. I learned that he was 11 years old and in 5th grade at a local private school. His favorite class was Gym, and his least favorite was Math. He was just telling me about his science homework when we reached my apartment building.

"Whoa!" he exclaimed. "You live here too?"

My heart started beating super fast. How could I have live so close to such a cute boy without realizing it? "Yeah," I said, once the shock had worn off.

"Cool! What floor are you on?"

"Floor 10; how about you?"

"Floor 8."

I only lived 2 floors above him and I'd never seen him before. How had that happened?

"How long can you stay for? Will your mom be expecting you home?"

"Nah, she's at work til 8."

"What about your dad?"

His face fell, and I knew I'd hit a sore spot.

I checked to see if anyone was around and then gave him a quick hug. "I didn't know, sorry."

We got into the elevator, and as soon as the doors closed behind us, he started moving closer to me. He pushed his butt against my hand and I started exploring again. Now we were alone, I let myself get a little more adventurous: I ran my fingers up and down his butt crack a few times and then poked hard where I figured his hole would be. Riley gasped. I did it again and he moaned.

"Awh," he said when the doors opened to my floor and I let my hand fall away.

"You only have to wait two minutes," I said, laughing.

"I know, but I was having fun!"

"Oh, the real fun's just about to begin," I said as we reached my door. The second it was open, Riley ran inside and sat on the couch.

"What kind of fun?" he asked coyly as I locked the door behind us.

I ran to the couch and started tickling his sides. "This kind of fun!"

He started giggling madly and pushed his butt back against my cock. I wrapped my arms around him and pushed my crotch forwards, humping him as I tickled.

"Stop! I can't breathe!" he exclaimed breathlessly, still laughing.

I stopped tickling him and pulled him onto my lap, stroking up and down his thigh.

He gasped and started to rub his hands over his crotch. I gently moved his hand away. "Leave it all to me," I whispered in his ear. I nuzzled at his neck, kissing and licking it as my hand moved closer and closer to the growing bulge in his pants. He was moaning and sighing and wiggling, and I thought I would blow my load right there. His thighs felt wonderful: soft and smooth, and clearly very muscular.

Once my hand was right at the top of his thigh, I moved it away and started stroking his chest. He opened his mouth to protest, but I shushed him. I untied his school tie and threw it down to the floor. Then, I undid the top button of his shirt. He made no move to stop me, so I carried on unbuttoning it. When I was done, it went on the floor next to his tie.

"Wow," I whispered in his ear. "You're cute."

"Thanks," he giggled, wriggling his butt around my crotch a little. I moaned.

"C'mon, kid, stand up before I blow my load all over myself."

"Blow your load?" he asked.

"I'll explain later."

He did as he was told. When he turned to face me, I got my first good look at his bare chest. Small, well-defined nipples stood to attention in the centers of small, well-defined pecs. He even had a bit of a six-pack coming on. Holy fuck, he was perfect.

"You're staring," he said after I'd been looking up at him for about 10 seconds.

"I can't help it!" I said, reaching up and stroking his chest. "You're adorable!"

"Uh 3; thanks!"

My fingers reached his nipples and he moaned. I kept my hands there for a while, pinching and pulling at them while he sighed in pleasure. After a few minutes, he reached up and pushed my hands away. "Stop, they're getting sore now."

"Should I kiss them better?"

"Sure!" he giggled.

I stood up and licked his right nipple lightly. He gasped, and I moved over to the right one, which I kissed. "You want a snack?" I asked, as I leant back onto the couch.

He bit his lip, somehow managing to look cuter than before. "Sure."

"Alright, I'll see what I've got." I stood up and started walking towards the kitchen. As I passed him, I smacked his ass hard enough to make it jiggle.

"Do that again!" he said, laughing.

I did.

"Again!"

I hit his butt harder this time.

He gasped. I wondered if I'd gone too far, but then he started giggling. "Again!"

I sat back down on the couch, pulling him over my lap. I spanked him a few times and then stroked his butt all over. I spent a good deal of time perving on boys, but I'd never seen a butt quite as nice as Riley's. It was curvy and soft, but still pretty firm to the touch. And in those tight pants it was enough to drive me crazy.

I spanked him again and felt his little hard-on pressing into my thigh.

"Spread your legs a bit," I told him, and he obeyed. With one hand I gently rubbed his perineum through his pants, and with the other I stroked his back, feeling his developing muscles. He moaned and wriggled on my lap, poking my leg with his little cocklet.

"You like that?" I asked. He moaned again in reply. "Alright, take off your pants."

He stood up somewhat reluctantly and loosened his belt, letting his pants fall to the floor. He was wearing a pair of lime green briefs that were even tighter than his pants had been, if that were possible. As soon as his pants were off, he was back over my lap. "Do it again!" he said, turning round to look up at me.

I placed my hand on his butt, rubbing it. "I like your underwear."

He blushed. "Uh 3; thanks. They're a little small, though; Mom never has time to go clothes shopping."

I squeezed his right cheek. "I like them this way."

He blushed a little more. "Um 3; thanks?"

Before he had the chance to get any more embarrassed, I spanked him again. And again. And again.

After the first few smacks, he started to pump his prepubescent dick into my leg, moaning. I stopped spanking for a second to pull his briefs down. He shifted his weight a little so I could remove them completely. They slid down his smooth hairless legs easily, and pretty soon I had a naked boy spread over my lap.

I paused for a second. This was a little too much to take in. Before this, the closest I'd ever gotten to touching a young boy had been when I'd kissed another kid when I was in school. Now, the most beautiful boy I'd ever seen was over my knee begging me to spank him. I took a few deep breaths, trying to calm myself down.

"C'mon, spank me!" said Riley, twisting around to look at me. I put a hand on his back and pushed him down over my knee. He giggled.

Smack!

I brought my hand down on his ass and felt it jiggle under my fingers.

Smack!

It wobbled again.

Smack!

Riley's butt was starting to turn pink now.

Smack!

He wriggled around, his little erection still poking my knee.

Smack!

He gasped in pain and I started rubbing his butt. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah!" he said almost immediately. "Keep going!"

I did.

Smack!

He moved his hand down to his dick and started rubbing it. His crotch was right over mine, so he was rubbing me, too. I moaned in pleasure.

Smack! Smack! Smack!

He was writhing about now, his hand rubbing his little cock furiously.

Smack!

I hoped he couldn't produce sperm yet, otherwise my couch was about to get pretty messy.

Smack!

He started panting loudly. I could tell he was close, so I just rested my hands on his butt and let him finish masturbating. It didn't take long. Pretty soon he tensed up and started grunting. He gyrated his hips and started grunting louder; almost shouting now. And then, just as suddenly as he'd started, he stopped, and lay down across my lap getting his breath back.

"So," I said, once he'd recovered. "How about that snack?"

Chapter 2

I stuck a pizza in the oven and gave Riley a coke. "So, how was that?" I asked, sitting back next to him on the couch with a beer.

He rested his head on my shoulder, still naked. "Good, I guess."

I looked down at his crotch. His dick was still semi-erect and about 2 inches [5 cm] long. I put my hand on his thigh as he took a sip of coke, and his little dick twitched. It fully hard now, at almost 2 and a half inches [6½ cm].

"Can we do it again?" he asked.

I laughed. "Once we've eaten, okay?"

He drank the rest of his coke in one gulp and set the can down on the floor near his clothes. "But the pizza's not ready yet!"

I turned to look at him. He was so beautiful with his dirty blonde hair and cute button nose. His brown eyes were wide, pleading. "Just a little! Just while we wait for the pizza 3; please?"

I shook my head. "No."

His hand fell to his penis. "Please! Look, my wiener's real hard!"

I pushed his hand away from his dick. "It'll be better if you wait longer."

"I can't wait!" he exclaimed, reaching down and fondling his cock again.

I took both of his hands and held them together so he couldn't touch himself. "Well then, maybe I'll have to tie you up."

His dick twitched and a slight grin passed over his face. "Really?!"

I picked up his belt from off of the floor. "Yup. Stand up and put your hands behind your back, okay?"

He did as he was told. I wrapped the belt around his forearms several times before fastening it.

"Can you move them?" I asked.

Riley twisted his hands around, trying to get them free. "A little."

I sat back down on the couch and pulled him towards me so he was sitting sideways on my lap. With one hand I stroked his back, and with the other I played with each nipple in turn. He rested his head against my chest and started to sigh softly.

"Play with my wiener!" he said after a few minutes.

I stroked it once and he gasped, wriggling around in my lap. Then, I moved my hand back to his nipples.

"Awh, do it some more!" he pouted, sounding disappointed.

"Or what?" I asked, giving his nipple a playful twist.

"I'll, uh 3;" he screwed up his face trying to think of a threat. He looked so adorable that I had to kiss him. My lips brushed his cheek. He gave a playful little moan as they did and turned his face towards me. I took that as my cue to continue, so I started to kiss his mouth. He kept it closed at first, but eventually opened it and started to kiss back.

After about thirty seconds of this, he pulled away, gasping for breath.

"You have to remember to breathe, okay?" I said, chuckling.

He nodded and, looking determined, leaned in towards me for another kiss.

"Kiss my neck," I whispered into his ear. He shifted his weight around, trying to reach my neck. His butt rubbed against my dick and I moaned a little, but with his hands tied he couldn't reach me.

He looked up at me. "Uhh 3; could you move me round?" he asked. His little dick was rock hard and twitching, but with all the kissing he seemed to have forgotten about it.

"Sure thing," I said, lifting him up and helping him to straddle me. He leant in towards me and started to kiss my neck and I let out an involuntary gasp. His lips were incredibly soft; so much softer than any of the men I'd been with.

I put a hand on the small of his back to support him and let the other roam along his thigh. His legs were fairly muscular for an eleven-year-old, but still supple and soft. His reached up to kiss my lips and I pulled him in so he could kiss me better. Considering this was his first time, he was really good at this.

Before either of us had noticed how much time had passed, the timer on my stove started to beep. I pulled my lips away from him and he sighed, sounding disappointed. "Can't we keep going?"

"Not unless we want the building to burn down," I said, laughing. "C'mon, let's eat."

I cut the pizza into slices and untied him so he could eat some. "If I catch you playing with that dick of yours, I'm going to hit you with your belt and then tie you up again, understand?" I gave him a little wink to let him know I was joking.

"Yes sir," he said, his face glowing with excitement. I felt my dick throb. I loved it when men called me 'sir', but hearing it from such a beautiful boy was even better.

After we'd finished eating, he took both of our plates to the sink and started washing them. I was about to tell him to stop, but he didn't seem to mind so I let him carry on. I figured he was used to doing the dishes while his mom was at work all day. Besides, it was an excuse for me to stare at that beautiful bubble butt of his. It was still a little pink from his spanking, perfectly smooth and round. There was a tiny bit of fat in it, too, just enough to make it soft and squidgy. I wondered what it would be like to bury my face in that ass and eat him out.

"How come YOU'RE allowed to play with your wiener?" asked Riley, sounding cheated. I blinked, confused for a second, but realised I'd gotten lost in my thoughts and started to play with my cock.

"Because I'm a man!" I said playfully, standing forwards to pick him up and swing him around. He giggled as I set him down on the couch and started kissing him again.

Riley didn't play with his dick after all while we ate, and I complimented him on his willpower.

"Thanks," he said, sounding a little embarrassed. It had gone soft, but as soon as I mentioned it, it got stiff again. His hand twitched towards it, but then he held himself back.

I laughed and put an arm around him. "You know I won't really hit you with your belt if you touch it, right?"

He looked up at me with a mischievous glint in his eye. "I want you to," he almost whispered. "If I'm a bad boy, I want you to punish me."

My heart leapt to my throat. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. "You see that door?" I asked, pointing to a locked door along the hallway opposite my bedroom.

He nodded.

"That's my secret room 3; it's where bad boys go to be punished."

"Really?!" he exclaimed, his voice alive with boyish excitement.

I nodded and did my best to look stern.

"Like 3; actually?!"

"Yup."

He leaned close to me and placed his hand on my dick. "I'm a bad boy," he whispered into my ear. "I've been real bad!"

I stroked his back. "I'm sure you have." I stood up and took him by the hand to the locked door. "Wait here," I commanded. "And you'd better not play with your dick."

When I came back 10 seconds later with the key, I wasn't surprised to find him touching himself. Before he knew what was happening, I grabbed him around the chest and gave him a hard spank. His hands flew to his sore butt, and I grabbed them and tied them securely with his belt.

"Can you move them?" I asked, trying to keep my voice as stern as possible. I'd been involved in the BDSM scene since I was a teenager; being in control came naturally to me.

"No," he said, giggling.

"No sir," I corrected, giving him another hard spank. He cried out jumped up and wriggled in pain, but his little dicklet was as hard as ever.

"No sir," he said meekly after he'd calmed down.

"Good boy." I tousled his hair and gave his ass a gentle rub. "Now, let's get you in my secret room, shall we?"

I opened the door and let him peer inside, keeping a hand on his shoulder. His skin was impossibly soft to the touch, and pleasantly warm. I could spend all day just touching him. There would be time for that later, though. First, there was a lot of fun to be had.

I shoved him inside, grabbing his shoulder to keep him from falling. He looked up at me, his eyes wide with wonder. My dungeon (as I liked to call it) had almost no free space on its walls. They were covered with all manner of sex toys: butt plugs and dildos of all shapes and sizes, handcuffs, whips, canes, paddles. A set of chains dangled from the ceiling across from an X-cross, perfect for restraining whatever man I brought home. Or boy, in this case. My dick twitched at the thought.

I pushed Riley until he was standing opposite the X-cross. "I'm going to untie you for a second. If you touch your little dick, I'll double your punishment. Understand?"

"Yeah," he whispered.

I spanked his ass – lightly this time – and grabbed a handful of his hair. "Yeah what?"

"Yes- yes sir."

"Good boy," I said, giving him a pat on the head and a warm smile. "You're learning. Now hold still." I untied his hands and pushed him towards the X-cross. I secured them quickly – luckily they didn't need much adjustment; the last guy I'd had in here had been pretty short – and then moved onto his feet. Within a few seconds, Riley was staring at the wall of my dungeon,helpless, his pert little butt sticking out invitingly.

"Now let me explain the rules. This is the most important one: you can stop this any time you want. If you want to stop, just say 'red' and I'll stop whatever I'm doing to you. You won't be punished. Understand?"

"Yes, sir."

I caressed his ass gently. "Good boy. Second rule – and you seem to have figured this out – you will always address me as 'sir' or 'master'. Understand?"

"Yes, master."

My hand wandered its way up his back to his shoulder. I gave it a little squeeze. "Good boy. Third rule, you will do everything I tell you to, or you will be punished. Understand?"

"Yes, master." My dick throbbed. Being called master was far more rewarding than being called sir. This little slut was really something else.

"Now for your punishment." I walked away from him and selected a cane from the wall. It was one of the thickest I owned and shouldn't hurt much more than my hand 3; but Riley didn't know that. "I'm going to give you six swats with the cane. If I feel you take them well enough, you'll get a reward. If not, no reward. Understand?"

"Yes, master."

I stepped back out of his sight and swished the cane through the air, not letting it hit him. Riley looked over his shoulder at me and tensed his little butt up. "No peeking, slut. I want you to count the swats out loud, too."

"Yes, master."

I raised the cane as quietly as I could and held it there for a few seconds. He was quivering with anticipation and rubbing his cocklet against the X-cross. I figured I'd let him off for that. He was only 11, after all.

After maybe 10 seconds – which must have felt like an eternity to him – I brought the cane down. "One!" he exclaimed, writhing around, pulling at the bonds around his wrists and ankles. Once he was still, I brought the cane down again. "Two!"

Two red lines had appeared on his butt. I paused for a few seconds to adjust my dick, which was now painfully hard in my pants.

Once again,I raised the cane and brought it down on his defenceless butt. "Three!" I hit again. "Four!"

By now I was hitting with all my strength. He was taking it very well. Even adults were sometimes reduced to tears by this point, but not Riley. He'd even stopped writhing with each swat.

I selected a thinner cane for the last two swats. If he wanted to get off, he would have to earn it.

WHACK! "Owww! Five!" he exclaimed. The newest line on his butt was much darker than the rest.

"You're doing great so far," I whispered in his ear, reaching around him and stroking his little boner. "Just one more. Do you think you can do it?"

"Yes, master."

Without giving him time to prepare, I raised the cane and brought it down on him for the last time. "Aargh!" he cried out. "Six!"

I put the cane back on the wall and helped him down. As soon as his hands were untied, they flew straight to his butt. I let him rest for a few seconds, and then I took hold of his hands. "You did well," I said, turning him to face me and kissing him on the lips. "Now for your reward."

I gently guided him towards the cross again and secured him, his dick facing me this time. "We're going to do something called edging now, okay buddy? Trust me, it'll be fun."

"Yes sir."

I knelt in front of him and took his dick into my mouth, swirling it around. He gasped and started fucking my mouth. I carried on for about 30 seconds and then stopped as his breathing was starting to become ragged.

"Sir," he whined. "Why did you stop?"

I stood up and ran my hands over his chest, stroking his nipples. "Do you know what edging is?"

He shook his head, looking desperate. I noticed he was still thrusting his dick, as if hoping he could still rub it against something. It slapped comically against his tummy, but I ignored it, focusing instead on his nipples. I rolled them around in my hands, pinching and pulling them. He moaned in pleasure.

After a minute or so on his nipples, I knelt down and licked his hairless little balls, careful to avoid his dick. I took them into my mouth, relishing the salty-sweet taste of boy sweat and the sound of his fevered moans. After a few seconds of sucking, I leant in closer and massaged his perineum with my tongue.

"Touch my dick again, sir! Please!" I did as he asked, taking him into my mouth and resuming his blowjob. "Yes!" he exclaimed. "Yes! Oh, yes!"

His breathing intensified and he was fucking my face again, rattling the chains holding him to the X-cross. I ran my tongue over his shaft, sucking and licking and kissing his dick. He was grunting now and I knew he was close. I sucked for a few more seconds and then let his dicklet fall out of my mouth.

I stood up and caressed his face, looking into his beautiful brown eyes. They were wide and pleading. I wondered how long he could take the pleasure. I knew it would start to get uncomfortable soon, so I figured I'd let him finish.

"Lick my finger," I said, leaning close and whispering in his ear. He did as he was told. "Get it as wet as you can."

"Yes sir," he said around my finger. Once it was dripping with his saliva I knelt down again and reached behind him. I ran my finger against his boyhole and took his dick into my mouth again.

He started grunting again almost immediately. I slipped my finger into him, only up to the first knuckle. As soon as I did, his little hole tightened and he cried out in pleasure.

I kept him in my mouth until he finished thrashing around, and then I pulled my finger out of him. As I stood up, he was grinning. "That was AMAZING!" he said breathlessly. "Just 3; wow! Thank you master!"

I smiled and ruffled his hair. "I'm going to let you down now, okay? Then you should probably be getting home."

His face instantly fell. "Can I come back?!"

My heart leapt. For a second I was worried the caning had put him off. "Sure!"

He smiled and held still as I untied him and helped him down from the cross. Just as soon as he was free he wrapped himself round me and kissed me full on the lips. He pressed himself against my dick and started to smirk. "Sir 3; is your wiener hard too?"

I set him down on his feet and nodded. "We still have a few minutes 3; want to see what happens when a man has an orgasm?"

"Yes!" he said, his voice full of boyish enthusiasm.

"Get on your knees and get my dick out then, boy."

He did as he was told, grinning.

"Now lick it."

"Yes sir," he said tentatively, before running his tongue over the tip of my dick. I was incredibly turned on, so there was a sizeable amount of precum there. He tasted it cautiously at first, but then got a little more enthusiastic. "Mmm!" he exclaimed, taking a break from sucking me off. "This is great!"

I put a hand on his head to keep him steady and slid my dick into his mouth. "I'm glad you like it!"

His soft lips and warm, velvety mouth more than made up for his inexperience. This was easily the best blowjob I'd ever had. Way too soon, I felt the orgasm rising in my balls and pulled my dick out of his mouth.

"Close your eyes," I warned as I jacked myself off. Seconds later, ropes of thick man-cum were splattering onto his face and into his open mouth. As soon as the first strand hit his tongue, he launched himself forwards to take my dick into his mouth again. I could hear him sighing as he noisily gulped down my cum. Usually it was an acquired taste, but Riley loved it right from the start. I was in heaven.

I came harder than I ever have. Eventually I stopped; my balls were completely empty. Riley kept on suckling my dick, trying to milk a little more cum out of it. I let him carry on for a minute or so and then pulled away. "Good boy. You're a VERY good boy!"

He stood up, giving me a shy smile. "Thank you sir."

I led him by the hand out of my dungeon and into the bathroom, where I wiped a few stray bits of cum from his face and chest. "It's time you were getting dressed now, I think."

"Yes sir." Riley turned and walked back to the front room. I followed him, transfixed by his little ass. It was still pink, with six red lines criss-crossing it, but he didn't seem to be in pain.

Once he got his little briefs on he put his hands on his hips and posed for me. He looked beautiful. Against my better judgement, I got out my phone and took a picture. "Now turn round."

He did as he was told, thrusting out his butt. I snapped a few more pictures and then put my phone away. "Good boy! Now finish getting dressed."

"Yes sir."

Once he was dressed we cuddled on the sofa until it was time for him to go. He left with promises to come back as soon as his mom went to work on Saturday, which gave me a few days to plan our next session. I made my way to my computer and found a site selling boys' underwear. I bought a few pairs of Speedos, a jockstrap and some thongs. After some searching, I found somewhere to buy a boy-sized dick cage and and a butt plug only slightly larger than my finger. By this point, my dick was getting hard again so I jerked myself off, thinking of all the fun I could have with Riley at the weekend.

Chapter 3

I don't know how many times I jerked off to the photos I took of Riley. My favorites were the ones from the behind: his tiny green briefs barely covered the perfect mounds of his ass, which were criss-crossed with welts from the caning he'd received. My dick twitched at the thought of the pictures, and I looked at the clock. 1pm. In less than 24 hours, I would be with him again.

The stuff I'd bought him had arrived this morning but I hadn't had chance to open it. My dick twitched again, and I was desperate to get home to have a look at it. I wondered how he'd react. Would he find it hot if I got him to dress in various different underwear while I watched? Would he think it was creepy? Would it scare him off?

My heart was beating in my chest and I couldn't focus on anything I was doing. All I could think about was Riley. He'd shown up in all my dreams since I met him; every sexual fantasy. I'd only seen him for a few hours but I was already falling in love. What was happening? Normally I kept my emotions far away from sex. I'd lost count years ago of the men I'd slept with and I'd never fallen in love with any of them. Never even liked any of them that much, if I was honest. But this boy 3; everything about him was perfect. The way he smiled – even just in photos – made my heart skip a beat. And that taut little ass in those tiny little briefs 3; he was just divine.

The afternoon crawled by in much the same way the rest of the week. I got home eventually and rushed to open the parcel. The butt plug I'd bought Riley was smaller than my others, but not by much. It should be perfect for widening the slut's hole for more fun. I wasn't sure the cock cage would be big enough, though. It would stop him from getting hard, but it might be uncomfortable when he was flaccid, too. It would probably be more suitable as a punishment than as something for him to wear long-term. At least until he got used to being my slave, anyway. If he even wanted to be my slave.

The clothing I'd bought him was great. Both pairs of Speedos were very smooth to the touch, and would be even smoother spread over those perfect cheeks of his. The thongs were smaller than I could have imagined – if he managed to fit into them he'd look VERY sexy – and the jockstrap would be perfect to put him in while I trained him with the butt plug. I couldn't take it any longer and took my dick out and started to jerk off. I could barely contain myself and came in less than a minute. Hopefully I'd be able to last a little longer tomorrow.

I was just clearing up the cum when there was a knock at the door. I hastily shoved Riley's new toys into my dungeon and went to see who it was.

"Hi Sir," said Riley as I opened the door. "Can I come in?"

I stood there speechless for a few seconds, marveling at his beauty. "Uh 3; yeah. Sure, come on in."

He followed me inside and I locked the door behind me. "How come you're here?"

"Well 3;" he said, biting his lip. "I told Mom I'd be at a friend's house on Saturday and she told me to ask if I could stay the whole weekend because she'll be working and she went out tonight and I don't have a key so I don't have anywhere to go and I was hoping I could stay here." He said all of it in one breath and then looked up at me, breathing hard. Those beautiful brown eyes were pleading. His clothes were beautiful: he was wearing a t-shirt that fit nicely over his developing muscles and a pair of nylon tracksuit pants. His erection was already visible, and he was clearly trying hard not to touch it. "Sir?" he asked, and I realized I'd been staring again.

"Sure!" I said, trying to keep the smile off of my face. "That would be great!"

His face split into a wide grin and he jumped forwards and hugged me. "Thank you, Master!"

I hugged back, ruffling his hair with one hand and stroking his back with the other. "I've missed you." As soon as the words left my mouth I regretted them. I couldn't let him know how much I'd already fallen for him.

"I missed you too," he said softly into my chest. My dick was swelling from being so close to such a cute kid, but there was more than that. It was like something had been weighing down on me all week and now he was finally here it was gone.

We hugged there for over a minute, neither of us saying a word. I broke the hug briefly to bring him over to the sofa, and then we resumed hugging, him sitting on my knee.

"So," I said in a stern voice, slipping my hand up the back of his t-shirt. "You were early."

Riley looked up at me with a mischievous glint in his eye. "Sorry, Master. Does that mean 3; um 3; are you going to spank me?"

My thoughts turned to the box I'd stashed in my dungeon. I had a much better idea than spanking. "No."

His face fell. "Oh 3; but it was so naughty of me, Master!"

I stroked his back and grinned. "I know. You're still going to be punished."

Riley's eyes widened – in excitement? In fear? – I wasn't sure. "Are you going to cane me?"

"Nope."

"Tie me up?"

My grin got wider. "Nope."

"What are you going to do?"

I slipped my other hand up the front of his shirt and twisted his nipple round hard. "What am I going to do what?"

"Sir. What are you going to do, Sir?"

I twisted his nipple again and he grimaced. "If you don't stop asking questions, I'm going to tie you to that cross and whip you for every minute you were early. Am I clear?"

"Y- yes Sir."

I let go of his nipple and slipped his shirt off over his head. "Good boy," I said, kissing him. "Now wait here, and do NOT touch your dick."

I got up and went to my dungeon, which was unlocked. I could barely contain my excitement as I carried the box of supplies out to Riley, who was sitting with his hands on his head. He kept reaching down towards his dick, changing his mind, and putting his hands back on his head. My dick twitched in my pants, now fully erect despite the fap I'd had not ten minutes ago. I let him carry on like that for thirty more seconds. I wondered how much longer he'd be able to keep it up.

Eventually I caved and set the box down at his feet, taking out the cock cage. I held it up in front of him and watched his eyes widen. "Do you know what this is, slut?"

"No, Master."

"It's called a cock cage. It's used to punish little boys like you who decide to arrive early like this."

He frowned at it, confused. "How, Master?"

"Strip slowly, and I'll show you." I got my phone out and took a few more photos of him as he stripped. His nylon tracksuit pants fit very snugly over his butt, and my dick was now painfully hard. He turned his back to me and bent over as he pulled his pants down, showing off his brief-clad ass. Today's briefs were bright blue, and must have worked their way up his crack as he'd walked up here. I could see most of his cheeks very clearly, and I was pleased to see that they'd recovered completely from his caning a few days ago.

The briefs came down and he turned around to face me with his hands on his hips, grinning. His hairless little dick bobbed up and down over his marble-sized balls as if it knew what was coming. I let him stand there for a few more seconds, taking a few more pictures, and then I stepped forwards with the cock cage.

"This is going on your dick, but first we have to get it soft."

Riley's eyes widened and his grin got even bigger. "Can I jerk it then, Master?"

I chuckled. "Oh, no. You were supposed to get here tomorrow morning, so that's when you'll be allowed to cum. No sooner."

"But Master-" he began, but I cut him off with a smack to his butt. It jiggled under my hand and I tried to hold back a smile. I'd missed this.

"Tomorrow afternoon, then." He opened his mouth to protest more, so I spanked him again. "If you protest again, it won't be until Sunday. Do you understand?"

"Yes Master," he said towards the floor, sighing.

SMACK!

"Look at me when you're speaking to me. I asked you a question."

He looked up at me with those beautiful eyes of his. "Yes, Master."

"Good boy," I said, ruffling his hair. I took hold of his little cock and led him through to the kitchen. "Put your hands behind your head and stand here. If you move, you get a spanking."

"Yes, Master."

I got some ice and applied it to his little dick. He gasped in shock, and his boner went away. I shoved his now-flaccid cocklet into the cock cage and locked it, tucking the key away in my pocket. "How does that feel?"

"Weird. Uh, I mean, weird, Master. Do I have to keep it on until tomorrow?"

I had no intention of keeping him like this any longer than a few hours, but I didn't want him to know that. "Well, you've been a very bad boy so far 3; perhaps if you're good it can come off sooner. Perhaps."

He wrapped his arms around me and I felt the cock cage pressing into my thigh. Fuck, this was hot. "Y'know," I said, leaning down to speak quietly into his ear. "There are a lot of things I can do to make you feel good without your dick."

He broke the hug and looked up at me, grinning. "Like what, Master?"

"If you're good, you'll find out." I took him by the hand and led him to my bedroom. "Get on your hands and knees on the bed, slut."

"Yes, Master." He did as he was told, lifting his butt high in the air without even being told. Fuck, I was lucky to have found him.

"Good boy," I said, stroking his butt. His legs were spread pretty wide and I could see his little boyhole. It was small and pink and I couldn't wait to get started on it. I pushed him forwards a little so I had room to lie on my bed behind him and started to lick his taint. It tasted of a mixture of sweat, boy scent and soap. Riley gasped in pleasure as I took his balls in my mouth, and started to shudder. It would be hours before he was allowed to cum 3; the thought drove me crazy.

I leant back and spread his cheeks with my hands to get a proper look at his little cunt. It smelled strongly of soap, mixed with that strange musky smell all boys seem to have. "This is very clean," I said softly, and he turned his head to look at me, with a very red face.

"I, um 3; in the shower, I 3;" his voice trailed off and he turned his head back towards the headboard, looking embarrassed. The little slut must have used soap to finger himself. Fuck, that was hot 3; I wasn't sure whether to punish him or reward him for it.

"It's okay," I said, moving along the bed so I could caress his balls with my hand and look into his eyes. "I was going to make you clean it anyway. If it's already clean, that's good."

He grinned at me. "Did I do good, Master?"

I shook my head, doing my best to look angry. "You ALSO touched yourself without my permission. Once I'm done making you feel good, I'm going to have to punish you for that."

He kept his grin, looking mischievous. I could feel his balls tighten as his dick tried to get hard. "How are you going to punish me, Master?"

I spanked him once, as hard as I could. "Do you remember what I said about asking questions? You'll find out when it happens."

"Ow!" he exclaimed. "Sorry, Master."

I slid my hand between his perfectly shaped cheeks and stroked his hole. He purred contentedly and pushed his butt towards me. "Good boy," I murmured, trying to slip a finger up there. "Oh, you will be sorry. You can count on that."

He giggled and wiggled his butt around. My finger slipped in but he gasped in pain and I realized I'd forgotten lube. "Let me kiss it better," I whispered in his ear, heading back down towards his butt. I licked his taint again a few times and then started to rim his hole. Riley started to gasp loudly. Partly out of pleasure from the rimjob, and partly out of pain from the cock cage.

Every so often, I darted my tongue down towards his balls to give them a lick, and to try to touch his dick through the cage. From the noises I was making I could tell I was driving him crazy, but he stayed still and didn't ask me to stop so I figured he must be enjoying it.

After ten minutes of alternating between his cunt and his balls, I pushed my tongue up his butt gently. Riley gave a very loud grunt – almost as loud as the grunts he made when he was cumming – which I took as my cue to continue. I fucked him with my tongue until he was almost crying with pleasure, and then I stopped and massaged his butt. It was soft to the touch, and very pale in contrast to his tanned face and arms. There wasn't a single blemish on his entire body.

That gave me an idea.

Riley was looking back at me, pleading. After so long on all fours he wasn't keeping his butt quite so high. In time I might start to punish him when he's that lazy, but now I had other plans. I leaned down to his butt again and started to kiss those cheeks of his. He giggled as I did, and pushed it back towards me, as if trying to get me to rim him again. Instead, I sucked on his left butt cheek, close to the thigh, stopping every few seconds to kiss his butt all over. He was gasping and moaning, but still didn't ask me to stop, so I carried on.

Once the hickey was done, I leaned back and stood up, leaving him on the bed. "Stay there," I said, squeezing his butt where the mark was starting to form. "Don't even move."

"Yes Master," Riley said breathlessly.

I left the room quietly and went to get the rest of the things I'd bought him. It was probably time to start training his little ass to take a dick now. Once I'd picked up his butt plug, I grabbed some lube and a few bigger butt plugs from the dungeon. As I entered the room, I was pleased to see him exactly where I'd left him. The little slut was learning.

"I'm going to play with your ass a bit more, okay?"

"Yes, Master."

I ruffled his hair. "Good boy. At this rate I might even take your cage off before we go to bed tonight."

I pushed his head and chest down so his butt was the highest point of his body, and his cheeks were spread nicely. I squeezed a little lube onto my finger and pushed it into his hole. He gasped as I penetrated him, but kept perfectly still. "Good boy," I whispered, pushing deeper. My finger got in there easily.

"Say, Riley 3; what do you do to yourself in the shower?"

He turned to look up at me over his shoulder. "I 3; um 3;"

I spanked him hard with the hand that wasn't up his butt. "What do you do to yourself?"

"Uh 3; this." His face was even redder than his butt by this point. "I use more fingers, though 3; like, three?"

I pulled my fingers out and lubed up the smallest butt plug. It was about twice the length of my finger and maybe twice as wide at its thickest point, with a t-base to hold it in place comfortably. Without warning I slipped the first inch or so into him. I fucked him with it for a while, before pushing it deeper. Before long it was in up to the base and he was breathing hard.

"Now then," I said, using a tissue to mop up the lube that had seeped out of him. "Let's get you into the dungeon."

I helped him to his feet and put an arm around his waist as I led him out of the room. It wasn't even 7pm on Friday yet; I had at least another 48 hours with Riley. This was going to be an incredible weekend.

Chapter 4

I pulled Riley into the dungeon. He was completely naked, with a butt plug in his ass and a chastity cage on his little cocklet. His round butt was tinged with pink from the spankings I'd administered, but he was grinning. I still wasn't sure how it had happened, but somehow I'd found the perfect boy. The best part was, he was all mine.

"Stand here," I said, leading him under a set of chains that descended from the ceiling. Luckily, I'd adjusted them so they would be able to hold an 11 year old boy.

He did as he was told and looked up at me, waiting for further instructions. "Arms up."

"Yes, Master."

When his arms were above his head, I attached them to cuffs on the end of each chain. I'd swapped the cuffs out for some soft leather ones so as not to hurt his wrists too much. There was also a spreader bar between them, ensuring that he couldn't move his arms. Once his wrists were locked in place, I used the winch to pull his arms up, leaving him standing on his tiptoes.

"Is that painful?"

"A little uncomfortable, Sir."

I stroked his face and smiled. "Good."

I ran my hands all over his body, taking it all in. His little cocklet was twitching in its cage, and I knew he was desperate to cum. The hickey I'd put on his butt was still there, dark purple against his pale skin. I ran my fingers over it gently and then pinched it. He gasped, and the gasp turned into a moan. "Yes, Master. I've been so bad. Punish me!"

I withdrew his butt plug until it was almost fully out, and then rammed it back into him. He cried out in pain, and I did it again. This time he stumbled and almost fell, but the chains held him up. I did it one last time, pushing as hard as I dared – I didn't want any awkward trips to the ER- and he cried out even louder, pulling on the chains and thrashing around.

I left him to it, selecting a blindfold from the wall. I wrapped it around his face, making sure no light could get through. To check if he could see, I waved my hand in front of his face for a while and then slapped him with it. He cried out in surprise. I felt a grin spread over my face. Given how worked up he must be from the cage, every single sensation must be unbearably intense.

I paced around him in circles. He tried to turn his head to follow the sound of my footsteps, so I gave him a hard slap on the ass. "Keep your head still!"

"Yes Master. Sorry Master."

I continued pacing, stopping every few steps to caress him – his tanned face, his perky nipples, his abused little butt. I must have touched every inch of his body. Every time he looked too relaxed, I twisted his nipples round, or slapped his face, or fiddled with his butt plug. The butt plug was moving far too easily inside him now. Definitely time for something bigger.

I gently removed the plug, pleased to see that it was clean – he must have done a good job cleaning himself out in the shower. As I took it out, he gasped. "Master, I feel empty now!"

I ignored Riley, picking out a plug a few sizes bigger than the one I'd taken out. It was only a little thinner than my dick. After applying a generous helping of lube to both his cunt and the butt plug, I slid it in him. There was a little resistance, but eventually the whole thing was in him. "Better?"

He grimaced. "It feels weird. It's too big!"

I kissed him gently on the forehead, tousling his sweaty hair. "Give yourself time to adjust, okay? If it still hurts in a few minutes, we can take it out."

He shook his head hard, as if trying to dry his sandy-colored hair. "No, I like it! Can I keep it in?"

Now I knew he wasn't in too much pain, it was time to teach him some manners. I picked a smooth wooden paddle off of the wall and pressed it against his face so he could feel it. "What did you forget?"

"Can I keep it in, Master?" his mouth was wide open and he was squirming; whether from the butt plug or in anticipation of his paddling I wasn't sure.

I gave his butt a light smack with the paddle and he writhed in pain and surprise, his feet almost leaving the floor. "You're getting ten of these. Count them out loud. Get the number wrong and I'll start again. Understand, slut?"

"Yes, Master."

I hit him again. Now he was expecting it, he took it well. "One," he said, almost calmly. "Two," he said, after the second smack.

I paced around him a few times, giving him a break. He craned his neck around again, following the sound of my footsteps, so I slapped his face with my hand. "Keep your head still or you'll get twenty, you understand?"

"Yes, Master."

I hit his butt again twice in quick succession. "Ow! Three! Four!" He was squirming now, and I could feel my dick getting even harder, if possible. I stripped naked and rubbed my dick against him, pushing on the butt plug with it. I had to finish this soon; I had to fuck him.

The next three hits were harder. One on his left cheek, one on his right cheek, and one in the middle. He yelped as the third one pushed his butt plug further up into him. "Five! Six! Seven!"

The next one was as hard as I could make it. "OW!" he exclaimed, pulling at his chains and writhing around. "Eight!"

I stroked his face tenderly and then kissed him on the lips. "Two more, and then I'll take your cage off. How does that sound?"

"That sounds good, Master," whispered Riley. His voice was choked with tears.

I decided to take pity on him, and gave him the last two smacks at half strength. He still yelped and writhed around, but it could have been worse. "Nine! Ten!"

"Good boy. I think you've earned the right to cum. Let's get that cage off you, shall we?" I used the winch to lower the chain, and then freed his wrists. He rubbed them, breathing hard. After giving him a few seconds to rest, I led him over to a table in the center of the room. Without removing his blindfold, I helped him lie down on his back on the table. He gave a little groan as his sore butt touched the hard table, but he didn't complain. Within a few seconds, I had his wrists strapped down. I got some straps down from the ceiling and raised his legs and spread them wide.

"Don't worry, I'm not going to edge you this time," I whispered in his ear, unlocking the cage. As soon as the cage was gone, his little dick sprang to life. I knelt down in front of him, now with unrestricted access to his dicklet and his full boycunt. Wasting no time, I took all 2 and a half inches [6½ cm] of his little wiener in my mouth and swirled it around, before bobbing up and down and giving him the best blowjob of his short life. It was less than a minute before he was squirming under his restraints and moaning in ecstasy, but I kept going. A few minutes later, he came again and I let his dick fall out of my mouth to explore the rest of his body with my tongue.

He tasted sweaty all over. I sucked on his juicy balls for a while, then moved up his chest to play with his nipples. I bit one and he moaned and begged me to do it again. I obliged, pulling on one nipple with my fingers and biting the other. "Fuck yeah!" he exclaimed. "Oh, fuck, Master, that's hot!"

I let go of his nipples and went back down to his dicklet, which was still hard even after two of his dry orgasms. I took it in my mouth and started to slowly fuck him with the butt plug. He was pulling at the straps holding his wrists now, fully caught up in the heat of the moment. It wasn't long before he had another orgasm. And another. And another.

After orgasm number 5, I let his dick fall out of my mouth and kissed my way up his torso to his face. "How was that?" I asked.

"Wow," was all Riley could say, trying to get his breath back. His dirty-blond hair was plastered to his forehead, and his entire body was covered in a sheen of sweat. He looked fucking beautiful. I left him tied there and aimed my dick at his chest, jerking off onto him. It only took a few pumps and five thick strands of cum landed on him. I rubbed it around, making sure to coat his boy balls in it, along with his tiny dick. "What are you doing, Master?" he asked, looking confused.

I walked around the table and put my dick in his mouth for cleaning. "Marking my property."

He sucked the rest of the cum out of my dick and then grinned at me. "That's hot."

I put my clothes back on while waiting for the cum to dry, and then I took a few pictures.

Putting my phone in my pocket, I untied him and helped him down. He moved his hand down to remove the butt plug, but I slapped it away. "That stays in until I tell you to take it out, understand?"

"Yes sir," he said, sounding dejected.

I looked at the time. It was almost 9, and neither of us had eaten since Riley had arrived. "How good are you at cooking?" I asked, walking out of the dungeon towards the kitchen.

"I'm great!" he exclaimed, grinning. "I make all my own food at home! Why?"

"Well I'm not going to cook my own food when my slave boy's right here, am I?"

"Your slave boy?!" Despite all the dry orgasms he'd just had, his little dicklet was now very hard and bouncing all over the place.

I patted him on the butt. "Only if you want to be." I pointed to his little boner. "I'm guessing that means you do?"

He nodded, still full of energy despite the busy day he'd had. "Yes, Master."

I showed him where all my pots and pans were and told him to make me whatever he wanted. "It better be good, or I'll get the paddle out again."

His eyes gleamed and his boner bounced up and down at the thought. I left him to it and went back to the dungeon to find a collar that might fit him. If he was going to be my slave boy, he'd have to look the part. It wouldn't be possible for him to wear it all the time, but he could put it on while he visited me. That would have to be enough 3; for now.

"Riley?" I called, walking back from the dungeon with a collar. "I've got a present for you! Get down here!"

He stopped what he was doing and got on his knees in front of me. I put the collar around his neck – it was a snug fit but shouldn't affect his breathing – and snapped it into place. He grinned at me and licked his lips. "Thank you, Master! I love it!"

I ruffled his messy hair and helped him to his feet. "Good boy."

He bounded around the kitchen, preparing my food. Every so often he looked over his shoulder at me and winked, or wiggled his bright red butt at me. Depite having cum twice today already, I could feel my dick hardening. He set two plates at the table, and we started to eat. We talked as we ate, and he told me some more about himself. It turned out his mother was always working, and when she was at home she never had time for him. He'd never had a steady father figure – his mom's boyfriends never liked kids much. Neither did his mom, from the way he said it.

I put down my fork, completely stuffed. "I'm here for you, y'know."

He gave me a smile, his food halfway to his mouth. "Thanks, Master."

I bit my lip. "You don't have to call me master all the time. You can call me Dan unless I tell you otherwise, okay?"

"Sorry Mas- uh, sorry Dan."

"You have nothing to be sorry for," I said, stroking his face.

He finished eating and then sat back, absent-mindedly fiddling with his dick. I pulled him to his feet and bent him over my knee. "Did I say you could do that?" I asked sternly, giving his butt a very light spank.

"Sorry Dan!" he said, stifling his giggles.

"Oh, it's master now! You've been a very naughty boy!" I exclaimed, giving him a few more light spanks – which, considering what his butt had just gone through, probably still hurt – and then pulled him to his feet again, dragging him to my bedroom. "Get on the bed!"

He did as he was told, propping himself up on all fours with his butt in the air. I stroked his back and pushed his body down, before pulling the buttplug out slowly. "Do you know what's about to happen?"

"Uh 3; no, Master."

"Well," I said, applying a large dollop of lube to his cunt. "I guess you'll have to find out."

I rested my dick against his still-gaping boyhole and pushed gently. The head slipped in and Riley gasped, pushing his butt backwards onto my dick. His cunt was warm and soft, and the moaning noises Riley was making only added to my pleasure.

"You like that, slut?" I asked, dick halfway up his hole.

He moaned in answer and nodded, so I pushed hard and pretty soon I could feel my balls slapping against his tender little ass.

"Ow!" he exclaimed. "Master, that hurt!"

I ignored him, pulling my dick back gently and shoving it back into him. And again. And again. And again and again and again until his shouts turned into grunts of pleasure. I was grunting too, keeping hold of his hips to stop him from slipping away. Not that he was going to: he was pushing his ass back in time with my thrusts to feel me deeper inside of him. My dick was only 6 inches [15 cm] or so, but it still must have been painful. And filling.

In what felt like no time at all, it was over: my balls tightened and I felt an orgasm spreading up my dick. It pulsed inside him and filled him up with cum. As it was happening, he gave a particularly loud moan and his cunt tightened around my dick.

I pulled out of him and rolled him over to face me, kissing him gently on the forehead. "How was that?"

Riley was breathing hard but grinning. "That 3; was 3; AWESOME! Can we do it again, sir?"

I laughed, kissing him again. "Maybe in the morning. I'm pretty tired now, buddy."

He looked dejected but nodded. "Okay, sir." His eyes darted around my room, a confused look on his face. "Where do I sleep, Master?"

I gave him another kiss, on the neck this time. "Good boys can sleep in their master's bed, naughty boys sleep on the floor. You've been good today, so 3;"

His eyes lit up. "Really!"

"Yep. Now go turn the light off, slut, I'm tired."

"Yes Master!" he got out of bed slowly and limped over to the light switch. Cum was dribbling down his legs but I didn't care; we could wash the sheets tomorrow, and I was too busy basking in the high of my orgasm to wash him.

Riley hit the switch and limped back, before getting gingerly into bed. He snuggled up to me, nuzzling his face against my muscular chest, kissing it gently. His collar was digging into me, but I didn't want to ruin the moment by moving.

"Hey, sir? How many guys have you fucked?" asked Riley just as I was starting to drift off to sleep.

"I, uh 3; I actually don't know. Thirty? More?"

"Oh 3;" he said, sounding sad.

I shifted round so I was lying on my back with him on top of me, resting my hands on his butt. "What's the matter, buddy?"

I tried to look into his eyes, but he looked away, obviously trying not to cry. "I thought I was special," he said in a barely audible whisper.

I kissed him full on the lips, but he didn't kiss back. "You are special! I care about you very much."

He finally met my gaze, biting his lip. "Will this be forever though?"

I wasn't sure what to say. I liked the kid, but I wasn't sure I wanted this to last forever. I'd only known him a week, after all! "I 3;" I started to say, but then changed my mind. "This can go on as long as you want it to."

He wrapped his arms around me, burying his face in my chest again and covering it with kisses. "So that's forever, then," he said as he came up for air.

"Yeah, I guess it's forever."

We lay there in silence for a while, my hands roaming all over his soft, warm back and butt. "How many guys have YOU been with, then?"

"Just you, sir."

"Just me?!" I said, feigning surprise. "But you're a natural! Are you sure you haven't done this before?"

He giggled. "Almost. Me and my friend Joey touch each other at sleepovers, but nothing like this."

I felt my dick swell. "Joey, hmm? Well, he has good taste."

There was more silence, punctuated by Riley's kisses on my chest again. His lips were so warm and soft and wet 3; my dick was fully erect again but I was too exhausted to fuck him. He kept on kissing, his warm breath and soft skin covering me. I closed my eyes and started to drift.

He was the only thing I dreamed about.

Chapter 5

I woke early to the sound of Riley snoring. He looked so beautiful asleep. A sunbeam was poking through a gap in the curtains and shining on his hair. It looked very fair in the light, and contrasted perfectly with his tanned skin. The collar I'd placed around his neck to show ownership was rising and falling with his breath, and a slight smile was on his face.

I ran a hand through his hair, but he didn't stir. It was very soft – softer than any man's hair I'd ever touched. I wondered if all boys had hair this beautiful or if it was just Riley. That didn't matter: it was Riley I had in my bed right now, nobody else.

I kissed his forehead. He gave a tired little moan and rolled over onto his stomach. I ran my hand slowly down his back, feeling the developing muscles under his smooth tanned skin. When I reached his butt I started to knead it gently, careful not to wake him.

"Riley?" I whispered into his ear softly, still playing with his butt. "It's time to wake up now, buddy." He stirred a little but didn't wake.

I returned my attention to his little ass. It was beautifully curved, forming a perfect circle. I wondered how many men had wanted to fuck him but held back, not knowing he would love every second of it. Surely it must be a lot: he was the epitome of boyhood.

His butt was still a little red from the paddling I'd given him last night. I pinched it hard and he woke up suddenly, yelping. "What's happening?!" he exclaimed, thrasing around. "Where am- oh, Master. Hi."

"Good morning sleepyhead," I said, leaning in and kissing his forehead. "Time to get up. We've got a busy day today."

He rolled over onto his stomach again. "Uugh, five more minutes?"

I gave him a hard spank and he yelped. "Ow! Okay, I'm getting up!"

I reached for some rope I'd placed on the bedside table and pretty soon I had him tied spread-eagled on the bed, wrists and ankles attached to the posts. "No. You wanted five more minutes in bed, you'll get five more minutes in bed. Do you understand?"

He looked up at me, his face somewhere between a grimace and a grin. "Yes, Master."

I ruffled his hair. "Good boy. Let's get started, then." I set a timer and gave his butt another hard smack. And another. And another.

Riley was yelping with every spank, writhing around and pulling at his bonds. After about twenty spanks I stopped and climbed onto the bed with my dick in his face. I didn't want his butt to be too red. I was planning on making him wear his new Speedos in public and I didn't want too many odd looks.

"Suck it, slut," I said, grabbing hold of his hair and forcing him towards my cock. He stuck his tongue out and started lapping up the precum leaking from my head. I released his hair and let him go to work. I was almost ready to cum when the timer went off, but I silenced it and pushed his head down to let him know to keep going. His mouth was so warm and moist that it didn't take long before I shot my juices into him.

"Swallow it all."

He mummbled something in assent, but he couldn't get the words out around the cum that was now filling his mouth. He did his best to swallow it all, but some of it leaked out and dribbled down his face. When he was done sucking my dick dry, I wiped it up and fed it to him.

"Thanks, Master."

I ruffled his hair and got up from the bed. "Next time, don't let any escape or I'll keep the cock cage on you for a week."

His eyes widened. "Seriously, Master? Can't I practice or something?"

I gave his butt an affectionate pat and set about untying him. "That WAS practice, kiddo."

He gulped, swallowing a bit of stray cum he'd missed. "Okay, Master."

Once he was untied I lay back on the bed with my arms behind my head. "Make me some breakfast, slave. And don't make any for yourself – you've already eaten."

"Yes, sir." He scurried off to obey, his now-pink butt jiggling as he moved.

As soon as he was out of the door, I got my phone from the bedside table and sent my friend a picture of Riley tied up and covered in cum, along with the address of a local swimming pool and the time that we would be there. Almost as soon as I'd sent it, I got a reply: "yummy". I grinned and put my phone back on the table. Riley was in for quite a surprise.

Riley returned ten minutes later with a plate of bacon and eggs. I let him sit next to me as I ate, feeding him a little of it. He rested his head on my shoulder and sighed contentedly. "Sir, I love being your slave."

I swallowed my mouthful of food and put an arm around him. "And I love being your master."

We sat like that in silence for a while, just enjoying each other's presence. "Promise you'll never hurt me, though. Like, permanently. Because if you promise I'll let you do anything you want to me 3; no safewords."

I looked down at him, a little surprised. "Of course I'd never do anything to hurt you! Well 3; not permanently, anyway."

He wrapped his arms around me, almost knocking my plate onto the floor. "I'll do anything you say, then. I'll be your slave forever."

I set my plate aside and pulled him over my lap. "Didn't you forget something, slave?"

"Shit! I'll be your slave forever, Master."

I spanked him three times with all my strength. He cried out but didn't try to move. "That was for forgetting, and THIS," I gave him another three spanks, "was for swearing." As soon as I let him go, his hand went straight to rubbing his butt. I slapped it away. "Don't touch your butt unless I tell you to. For that, I'm not letting you cum until we get home this afternoon."

"Where are we going, sir?"

I slapped his face. His hand instinctively went up to rub it, but then he thought better of it.

"Sorry, Master."

I ruffled his hair and kissed his cheek where I'd slapped it. "Good boy. You'll find out later. Now, go fetch your cock cage."

He did as he was told, still hobbling from the fucking I'd given him the night before. If I was lucky, there'd be a lot more where that came from.

"Here you go, Master," he said, presenting it to me. His dick was far too hard to fit inside the cage, so I told him to get some ice from the kitchen. He did as he was told and came back to me. I had him put the ice on his dick himself, and snapped a few pictures as he pushed his dick into the cage.

"That looks great, slut. Now get into the shower!"

"Yes sir!"

He ran off to obey me, walking normally now. His cunt must have recovered from my dick. As soon as he was out the door, I grabbed my phone and texted my friend the pictures of Riley putting on his cock cage. Again, he replied almost as soon as I sent the text: "cnt w8 2 meet him"

For good measure, I sent him the rest of the pictures I'd taken of Riley, my dick swelling again as I looked at them. I was getting quite a workout this weekend.

My phone buzzed in my hands: "such a sexy slut"

I grinned and texted back. "He'll do anything you ask."

"hav u fuked him yet"

"Yeah, once. He loved it."

"dam. cant w8. C u @ 2"

I put my phone down and laid back, having a quick nap before Riley got back. He returned 15 minutes later, wearing nothing but his collar and his cock cage, drying his hair with a towel.

"How was your shower?" I asked, putting an arm around him.

"Good, Master. It took ages to clean my willy, though, because 3; um 3;" he fidgeted with his cock cage and bit his lip.

I gave him an affectionate pat on the butt. "Get used to it, kiddo. You'll be wearing that a lot in future."

"But sir-" he started to say. I gave him another pat on the butt, harder this time.

"No buts. For a slave, cumming is a privilege, not a right. Understand?"

He sighed and looked down at the floor. "Yes, sir."

"Good boy. Now, lie on your back with your arms stretched out."

"Yes, sir."

I tied him down to the bed, making sure to tickle his little balls before heading to have a shower. I took my time, hoping my slut was enjoying being tied up.

I showered as quickly as I could, before getting together my swim stuff and some stuff for Riley – including a pair of red Speedos that should show off his butt nicely. When I was done, I walked back through to my bedroom where Riley was squirming on the bed.

"Can you untie me, sir? I need to pee."

I sat on the edge of the bed and ran my hands over his chest, tweaking his nipples every time I passed them.

"Sir?"

I twisted his nipple extra hard. "When I'm ready, slut."

I ran my fingers over his chest once more and then started untying him. As soon as he was free, he ran to the bathroom. While he was gone, I collected some of the other underwear I'd bought him. I held the jockstrap up to him as he entered the room. "Put this on."

"Seriously?!" he exclaimed, holding his hands up. "I'm not wearing that!"

I pulled him over my knee on the bed and gave him a few good spanks. "Firstly," I said, spanking him again. "You will always address me as master or sir. And secondly," I hit his butt again, feeling it heat up under my hand, "you'll wear whatever the fuck I tell you to wear. Do you understand?"

He nodded.

I gave him a few more spanks. "I asked you a question, slut. Do you understand?"

"Yes sir!"

"Good boy," I said, rubbing his butt better.

I let him stand up and he struggled with the jock strap, eventually finding the right holes for his legs. He bit his lip, looking down at the floor. The pouch for his dick and little balls was tight, but I still couldn't see the outline of his cock cage, which was good, since he'd be wearing that to the pool. I reached out and stroked his face. "You look beautiful, buddy. There's no need to be embarrassed, nobody but me can see you!"

He looked up at me and grinned. "Yeah 3; I guess."

I picked him up and carried him through to the sitting room, tickling him as I went. He thrashed around and giggled, and my dick was fully erect now. I set him down on the sofa, instructing him to get on all fours.

"Yes sir!" he said, doing as he was told. The straps across his ass accentuated it nicely. I snapped a few pictures, which I promptly texted to my friend. Then I sat down and pulled him onto my lap.

"We're going to go swimming in a few hours 3; what would you like to do until then? We can watch a movie, play video games 3; anything you like."

His face lit up. "What video games do you have?! Mom never lets me play them!"

I showed him my collection of consoles and he pointed excitedly at the Wii. "I've never played on a Wii before! Can we play that, sir? Please?"

We spent the next few hours playing Wii Sports. He bounced around, swinging his arms like a lunatic, giggling the whole time. I loved watching how the black of his jockstrap contrasted with his pale skin, and how it brought his juicy cheeks together. We took a break for some food – sandwiches for me, a mouthful of cum and a multivitamin for Riley – and I got Riley dressed ready to go out. He was a little uncomfortable about wearing his jockstrap, but I assured him we'd change in a cubicle so no-one could see him. I couldn't wait to see his reaction to the swimsuit I'd packed him!

We took the subway there. Our carriage was almost deserted, so I put an arm around him and stroked his butt as we travelled. "Sir 3;" Riley kept whispering, looking around furtively. "What if someone sees?"

Every time he did, I gave his ass a hard pinch through the nylon of his tracksuit. Eventually he learned to keep quiet.

We got to the pool without further incident. As we walked in and I paid, he chattered away about how much he loved swimming, and how his mom never had time to take him. I found us a cubicle, and Riley had his clothes off the second I closed the door.

I got our swimming stuff out of my bag and handed him the Speedo. All the color drained from his face. "Sir 3;" he said in a low voice. "I can't wear this! Everyone will see me! Everyone will see this!" he pointed at his cock cage. "You can't make-"

I crossed my arms and gave him a stern glare until he stopped talking. "What did I tell you when we were back home? You'll wear whatever the fuck I tell you to wear. Understand?"

He looked at me for a good ten seconds. I thought he was going to protest again, but then he nodded. "Yes, sir."

"Good boy," I said once he'd got the Speedos on, rubbing his butt. "You look absolutely delicious."

He gave me a weak smile, but still didn't look happy. "Everyone will see me in them! What if people laugh at me?!"

I shrugged. "What if they do?"

"Well 3; well 3; they'll 3;" his voice trailed off. "I don't want people to laugh at me!"

I sat down on the bench and pulled him towards me, putting an arm around him. "Nobody's going to care what you're wearing, buddy. Even if they do, it's not going to hurt you permanently. Try to have fun, alright?"

He nodded, still looking glum. I led him out of the changing rooms and into the pool, where he got into the water as quickly as he could. There were a lot of kids around with it being a Saturday, but they were all wearing much longer swim suits than Riley. I was pleased to see that even if they had been more scantily-clad, he was easily the sexiest boy in here.

I sat on the side of the pool, dangling my feet in the water while I waited for my friend. Riley seemed to have forgotten his self-consciousness and was swimming lengths of the pool. Every time he passed me he gave me a huge grin and told me to get in, but I just splashed him and told him I was waiting for my food to settle.

Eventually, I felt a tap on my shoulder, and a very muscular, dark-skinned man sat down next to me.

"Hey, Dan! Long time no see, how's it going?"

"I'm good, John. How've you been?"

John bit his lip and grinned. "Eh 3; I've been better. I'm babysitting a really cute kid tomorrow though, so wish me luck."

I laughed and slipped into the water. Just as I did, Riley swam up to me and gave me a big hug. I could feel his cage pressing into my leg. "Yay, Master! You got in!"

John's jaw dropped. "He calls you Master? Damn, you are one lucky guy."

"Wait, no, I didn't- we have this joke where-" Riley spluttered around a mouthful of water.

I stroked his hair and laughed. "Relax, he knows."

Riley glared at me. "You TOLD him? Why?!"

I shrugged. "He likes boys too. I figured he'd like to meet you."

"No!" said Riley, drawing looks from people swimming past us. "He can't know!"

"Well he does," I said shortly, leaning in close to whisper in his ear. "One more word about this and I'll take you home right now and whip you until you cry. Understand?"

"Yes sir," he said meekly.

"Good boy. Now go over there and give him a hug, and we'll forget all about your little outburst."

He did as he was told. John slipped into the water so Riley could hug him better, giving me a wink when he felt the cock cage pressing into him. We spent the next hour splashing around and having races, until Riley was exhausted.

John met us outside the pool once we were done drying off, and Riley gave him another hug. "Bye, John! It was great meeting you!"

John looked down at Riley, feigning confusion. "Don't say bye just yet, kid. I'm coming back with you guys! I hear you're a pretty good chef."

"Oh wow, awesome!" he said, grinning. I took hold of his hand and walked with him back to the subway station. "Master," he whispered into my ear, trying not to let John hear him. "Can I keep my clothes on until John goes?"

I bit back a grin. Of course he couldn't. "Only if you've been a good boy," I said instead, ruffling his hair. He seemed quite happy about that, and even let me put an arm around him on the subway.

Once we were back to mine, I pulled Riley into my bedroom while John was relaxing in the sitting room. "Change your underwear," I said sharply, handing him a dark blue thong.

"What?!" he exclaimed, taking the thong from me. "This is girls' underwear!"

I grabbed his hands behind his back and pulled down his pants and jockstrap, spanking his bare ass. "No," I said, with another spank. "It's not." SMACK. "See the pouch?" SMACK. "It's designed for your little cocklet and your tiny balls." SMACK. "I got it for you especially." SMACK. "Where's your fucking gratitude?"

"Ow!" he said, twisting his hands round to try to cover his butt. "Okay Master, I'll wear it!"

His pants had come off completely during the spanking, so he put the thong on and quickly pulled his pants up, not giving me time to check him out. No matter; there'd be plenty of time for that later. Riley wriggled his butt around, making a face. "They feel weird, Master 3; do I still get to keep my clothes on while John's here?"

I patted his butt. "We'll see."

I let him go, and Riley set about making our dinner. He put three plates out on the table, but I put one back into the cupboard. "Oh no," I said. "You're going to get your dinner later. And if you don't tell John what your dinner IS, I'll pull your pants down and spank you right in front of him."

He looked at me, open-mouthed. "But 3; I can't 3; that would be embarrassing! He'd see the, um 3; the 3;" he mouthed the word 'thong' at me, eyes wide in terror.

"Well then, you'll have to tell him what your master lets you eat, won't you?"

He bit his lip and looked down at the floor. "I 3; I guess so."

I ruffled his hair. "Good boy. Now, you go let John know dinner's ready and I'll dish up. If you haven't told him what you'll be eating before he comes through, I'll pull your pants down and we'll BOTH spank you until you cry. Understand?"

"Yes sir," he said, before walking off to the sitting room where John was sitting.

I listened intently. Riley mumbled something I couldn't quite catch, and John laughed good and hard. "My, you ARE a good little slut, aren't you?"

Shortly afterwards, they came through. John had his arm around Riley, whose face was redder than I'd ever seen his butt. He wouldn't look me in the eye as he passed me, but I instructed him to sit on my lap as I ate. "Yes sir," he muttered to the floor, before sitting down on me. I ground my cock into his butt and John gave a hearty laugh.

"Making sure your master has plenty of food to give you later, are you?" he asked, shoveling food into his mouth. "Fuck, this food is good, by the way."

Riley didn't answer, but he folded his arms and pouted.

"Master, I'm hungry. I made enough for all of us," he said after a while in a sulky voice. "PLEASE can I have some food?"

I kissed his neck affectionately before answering. He squirmed around trying to avoid me, which made my dick very hard. "What do you think?" I asked John, who had almost finished his food. "Should we let him have some before his dessert?"

"Hmm 3;" said John, a slow smile spreading over his face. "I think he has to earn it."

"What?!" exclaimed Riley, keeping his arms folded. "But I made it!"

"Ooh," said John, standing up and advancing on Riley. "You're being a very naughty slave now. What's the punishment for being naughty?" he asked me, putting his hands on Riley's shoulders.

"A good hard spanking should suffice."

"But-" started Riley, but I pulled him to his feet, cutting him off.

"And what did I tell you about being good?"

"I 3; um. You said that 3;" his voice trailed off and he looked at the floor. "You said I could keep my clothes on if I was good."

"What do you think, John? Has he been good?"

John shook his head, an evil smile spreading across his face.

I pushed Riley towards him and sat back down. "Why don't you sort Riley out while I finish eating? Riley, do everything he tells you."

John pulled Riley over his knee gave him a very hard spank. I usually held back a little when spanking Riley, but John had no such reservations. I knew he wouldn't dare hurt the kid permanently, so I let him carry on. Riley cried out in pain and started thrashing around, but John twisted his arm around painfully behind his back.

"Your Master gave you a fucking order, slut. Do you have something to tell him?"

"Yes, Master," mumbled Riley to the floor.

John gave him another few spanks. Watching Riley being spanked was almost hotter than spanking him myself. Did his butt really jiggle like that when I did it? And every time John's hand made contact with his small frame, he jerked around. "Did the floor give you the order?"

"No, sir."

John spanked Riley again. "Well then who should you be talking to?"

Riley looked me in the eye. He looked like he wasn't sure whether to smile or cry. "Yes, Master. Sorry, Master."

"Oh, we'll make you sorry," said John, spanking him a few more times and then pulling him to his feet. "You're wearing too many clothes. Strip."

Riley took his shirt off quickly, but hesitated when it came to his pants. "Master, can't I keep these on?"

I ignored him. Watching John deal with my slave was a lot hotter than I thought it would be. John took both of Riley's hands in one of his own and pulled the struggling boy's pants down slowly. "What's this?!" he exclaimed. "The little slut is wearing a thong!"

He left Riley's thong on, stroking him all over. He sat back down and pulled Riley towards him until he was straddling the big black man. John kissed Riley's neck and slowly made his way down the boy's chest, hands pinching and pulling at his ass. Riley resisted at first, but when one of John's fingers started tracing a line down the back of his thong, he sighed and leaned into the embrace.

While John was using Riley, I got another plate out and put some food on it. "Good boy," I said, stroking Riley's hair. "You've earned this. Eat it fast, because you've been very naughty today and I think you need to be punished."

"Thank you, Master!" he said, grinning at me. He seemed to have forgotten all about his earlier shyness, rubbing his butt against John's crotch and letting him fiddle with his balls and caged cock.

He wolfed down the food and then jumped to his feet. "Can I be punished now, Master?"

Without saying a word, I grabbed his hair and dragged him through to the dungeon. I pulled him roughly towards the X-cross, attaching him to it with his butt sticking out. When he was secured, I put a blindfold on him and picked up a cane.

I handed the cane to John, who was looking around in wonder at my dungeon.

"Holy fuck," he said, taking the cane from me. "I had no idea this place existed. You bring boys here often?"

"Nope, this little whore's the first one."

Riley twisted his head round when I mentioned his name and I motioned to John, who brought the cane down on that defenseless little butt.

"Keep your fucking head still," I barked at him.

"Yes Master!" he said, turning back to face the wall.

"How many blows do you think he needs?" asked John, twirling the cane around.

"Well," I said. "He doesn't have his collar on, so I think that deserves at least 10. He caused a bit of a scene at the pool, which is another 10. He did it TWICE, so 10 more. Can you think of anything else he did?"

John ran the cane gently down Riley's back, poking the boy's balls with it. "He was very rude to both of us at dinner 3; I think that should add another 20."

John poked the tip of the cane into Riley's little cunt. "How does that sound? You think you can take it?"

"I 3; I don't know, sir."

I put a hand on Riley's shoulder and gently massaged him. "It won't just be the cane, and you don't have to take them all at once."

His little body relaxed visibly. "Thank you, sir."

I turned to John. "Give him 10, and then you can give that cunt of his a workout."

"Sir?" asked Riley, looking around. "Do I have to count them?"

I motioned to John, who brought the cane down on Riley again. "Yes, you do. What did I say about turning your head?"

"You told me not to, Master."

"Why did you?" I got my dick out and started stroking it. John did the same.

"I 3; I don't know, sir."

"Do you want me to tell you why you did it?"

"Yes, sir."

"Because you're a filthy little whore who loves to be punished. Say it."

"I'm 3; I'm a filthy little whore who loves to be punished."

"Good boy." I stepped back and motioned to John, who brought the cane down on Riley.

"Ow! One!" WHOOSH. "Two!" WHOOSH. "Three!" WHOOSH. "Four!"

I tapped John on the shoulder. "Go easy on him," I whispered.

He nodded silently and brought the cane down a little gentler. "Five! Six! Seven!"

By now Riley was almost crying. "Eight! Nine! Ten!"

John raised the cane for another blow, but I pulled his hand away. "I think he's had enough for now."

"Thank you, Master!" said Riley, finally abandoning himself to tears.

I got some soothing cream from a shelf and rubbed it into his butt. He gasped in relief as I did, pushing his ass backwards to let me explore more of it. I leaned in close to kiss his neck, and then whispered in his ear. "You don't have to let him fuck you if you don't want to. We have all weekend to give you the other 40 blows; you don't have to take them now." I removed his blindfold and kissed him again.

He bit his lip. "I don't know 3; I want him to fuck me, but not now. He's so violent!"

"I can have words with him if you want," I whispered. "I'll make sure he's gentle."

"Thank you, Master!"

I untied him and sent him through to the kitchen to clean up dinner. He adjusted his thong as he walked, and John struck the back of his legs with the cane. "You only touch that when WE tell you to, slut!"

Riley ran off, bursting into tears again.

"Cool it, okay? He's new to this, and he's only eleven," I said, before leaving John standing there with the cane as I tried to find Riley. He was on my bed, crying into the pillow. "Hey, buddy," I whispered, stroking his hair. "I can ask him to leave if you want."

He shook his head, crying to hard to answer.

I sat there a little while longer, stroking his hair and trying to comfort him. When he'd calmed down a little, I led him back through to the dungeon. John was still standing there with the cane, twirling it around menacingly.

"Sir," said Riley in a barely audible voice. "I'd like you to fuck me now, please."

John picked the boy up roughly and pushed him over a table in the center of the room. The table came a little higher than Riley's waist, so his feet were off the floor. John moved them apart and attached a spreader bar. Riley was completely helpless now.

"Go gently at first," I mouthed at John, who was pulling Riley's thong down and applying lube to his dick.

He nodded at me and touched the head of his dick to Riley's cunt. Riley gasped and grinned at me, even when John pushed himself deep inside the boy's tight ass.

"Oh!" he moaned. He was trying the best he could to push his butt back against the long black cock invading him, but he was tied down too tightly to move. "Oh! Oh! Fuck yeah!"

John was thrusting now, far more gently than I'd done. Riley seemed to have completely forgotten the pain he'd been in earlier. He finished pretty quickly, leaving Riley draped over the edge of the table with cum dribbling from his boyhole.

"You like that?" asked John, walking round the table to stick his cock in Riley's open mouth for cleaning.

Riley mumbled something that sounded a lot like "yes, sir," grinning around the huge dick. I mopped up the some of the cum that had dribbled out of Riley's hole, feeding it to him before putting a medium sized butt plug into him.

"We're gonna leave you over the table for the next part of your punishment, okay?" I asked in a soothing voice, stroking his hair.

"Okay, sir."

"I think you deserve to rest for a bit first, though, don't you?"

Relief washed over Riley's face. "Are you going to untie me, sir?"

I laughed. "Oh, no. We're going to watch TV for a bit, and you can stay here and think about what a naughty boy you've been." With that, I left the room, making sure to hit the lights as I did.

***

Half an hour later, we came back to find Riley still lying over the table, dark blue thong halfway down his thighs. He was sweating and breathing hard, like he'd spent the whole time struggling against his bonds. My erection had gone away while we were watching TV, but the sight of him tied helplessly like that got my hard again instantly.

To his credit, he hadn't looked around when we'd entered the room, so he cried out in surprise when I brought a paddle down on his upturned butt. Those beautiful pale cheeks were covered in nasty-looking welts from his earlier caning, so I didn't have to hit hard to cause him pain.

"Count, whore," I said as I paddled him again. The words came out rougher than I'd intended, but he didn't seem to mind.

I hit his right cheek, causing him to convulse and writhe.

"One!"

I brought the paddle down on his left cheek this time.

"Two!"

This time I gave him one on each cheek, followed by another across the middle of his butt, which pushed the butt plug a little further up his cunt.

"Ow!! Three, four, five!"

I stroked the paddle across his butt, making sure to nudge the butt plug. He moaned as the plug rubbed against his prostate. Without warning, I brought it down for another blow, right on the area his butt met his thigh.

"Six!"

I did the same on the other side, and he cried out and thrashed around, pulling at his bonds.

"Seven!"

I gave him the last three all to the middle, hitting the butt plug. He thrashed around in a mixture of pain and pleasure, probably having another dry orgasm. I'd miss being able to make him cum so much when he started producing semen.

While he was still catching his breath from the blows to his upper thighs, I brought the paddle down down on his butt plug three times. He moaned again, experiencing another orgasm. "Eight, nine, ten," he said breathlessly.

While he was still writhing around, I pulled out the butt plug and replaced it with a vibrator that was only a little smaller than my dick. I gave him a few seconds to adjust to the invasion and then turned it on. He started his thrashing again, having orgasm after orgasm, the vibrator vibrating on his prostate.

I put the blindfold on him again and rubbed my dick all over his face, getting precum on those pretty little cheeks of his. "Good boy," I murmured. "You've earned your real food now, haven't you?"

He moaned, opening his mouth and taking my dick in. He was getting better at this: he ran his tongue up and down my shaft and flicked it over my piss slit a few times, making me shudder. That, combined with the thrill of paddling him, had me spilling my seed into his mouth in no time. He swallowed my cum like a pro. A little leaked out onto his lip, but he got it with his tongue.

I turned the vibrator off and took it out of him, replacing it immediately with a small butt plug. He gasped as it went in, but the gasp quickly turned into a moan. Despite the incredible blowjob I'd just had, my dick was getting hard again as I stuffed it back into my underwear. I pulled up his thong – careful to push the butt plug a little further into him as I did – and untied him.

Once he was free, he lay over the table for a few seconds, too weak to move. I picked him up and he wrapped his arms around me in a fierce embrace. "Master," he said after kissing my face a few times. "Can I take the blindfold off, please?"

"Not yet," I whispered back. "I like having you helpless like this."

Riley and I cuddled on the sofa for a little while in silence. Eventually I let Riley take his blindfold off and put on a movie. It was a kids' film – Tangled – but I was surprised how much I enjoyed it. John left as soon as I put the movie on, with promises to send me pictures of the boy he was babysitting.

Riley seemed to enjoy himself very much, laughing loudly at all the jokes and giving me cute little looks during the romantic scenes. During the film, he rested his head on my shoulder. I had one arm around him, exploring his back and butt. Once, he asked if I could take the cage off, and I gave him a hard spank. He didn't ask again.

After what felt like no time at all, the movie was over and Riley was almost asleep. I carried him through to the bedroom and laid him on my bed. "How did you enjoy today?" I asked,

He lay still while I kissed him, smiling. "It's okay, sir. I kinda liked it. Well 3; I didn't like the way John hit me with the cane – it was way too hard. And I didn't like the way you made me wear the jock strap, or the speedos, or the thong 3; But at the same time, it was weird. I felt all wrong and 3;" he screwed up his face, trying to find the word.

"Degraded?" I suggested, giving him another kiss.

"Yeah, degraded. I was so helpless 3; it was hot."

I pulled his thong down so it was halfway down his thighs and took off his cock cage. His little dicklet instantly sprung to attention. I gave it a good long lick and he sighed, arching his back to push his dick further into my mouth. I pushed him down onto the bed and continued the blowjob, drinking in that beautiful boy scent and enjoying his moans of pleasure. In no time at all, he was writhing around under me, grunting loudly. After he was finished, I pulled up his thong, turned out the lights and cuddled with him under the covers.

"Y'know, I actually really like this thing!" he said as the little strip of fabric at the back nestled its way between his cheeks.

"I'll buy you some more 3; maybe I could make you wear them all the time."

He grinned and pumped his dicklet into me – which was hard again. "Fuck, that would be hot." We laid in silence for a while, with Riley grinding himself against my leg. "I wish I could stay here forever," he said after a little while. "Mom wouldn't even notice if I was gone 3;"

I kissed him on the cheek. "I wish you could too."

We lay there in silence for a little while, holding each other. "Can I come over after school on Monday?" he asked, breaking the silence.

I ran a hand through his hair gently. "Sure thing, buddy. I won't be back from work until 6 or so, but we can sort something out."

"Awesome," he said, sounding sleepy. "I can't wait!"

It wasn't long before he was snoring, and the sound lulled me into a gentle sleep.

Chapter 6

I woke early the next day. There was something wet on my chest, slurping and sucking. My eyes snapped open, but it was just Riley, hands running through my chest hair and tongue on my nipples.

"Hey, sir," he whispered, grinning. "You're up."

I reached out and stroked his hair gently. He sighed contentedly and went back to kissing me. "Good boy," I murmured, and let him carry on for a few minutes.

"Master," he began, giving me a coy look. "So 3; do I still need to be punished?"

I grinned, pulling him over my lap. "I'd almost forgotten, little slut. You have 30 left, don't you?"

Riley giggled. "Yes, sir."

I ran a hand down his crack, which was covered by the thin strip of fabric of his thong. "Think you can take them all at once?"

He looked up at me, scared. His perky little butt was already covered in marks from yesterday's caning. "I don't know 3;"

Pushing him down over my knee, I pinched him and then poked at his hole, which still had a butt plug in it. "You can tell me to stop at any time, okay?"

He tried to look round at me again, but I pushed him down and started spanking. He gasped when I started, but managed to keep quiet until the tenth blow. "Master 3;" he said, as I got to number 13.

"You want me to stop?"

He looked round, eyes brimming with tears. "Sorry, Master 3; can I take my punishment some other way?"

I stroked his butt and he sighed softly. "Absolutely. That was the idea, actually."

He climbed off my lap and straddled me, allowing me to knead the soft skin of his butt. It was hot to the touch, but I felt his little dick pressing into me. "What did you have in mind?" he asked, sounding a little scared.

"Well 3;" I said. "You have three options. Option one, we go right back to the beginning and you take all 50 of your spanks from a cane."

He shuddered and I felt his little dicklet deflate a little. "No thanks."

I gave his butt a soft slap. "No thanks SIR. Anyway 3; option two, you wear your cock cage for a whole week."

He shuddered again and his little dicklet got completely soft.

"Option three, you call that little friend of yours - Joey, did you say his name was? - and have him come here for some fun."

He gulped. "Uh 3; what kind of fun?"

I bit my lip. I had a lot in mind, but I didn't think Joey would be as keen on it all as Riley. "Well 3; if I don't see his penis, you get 50 strokes of the cane AND have to wear the cock cage for a week. If I don't see you sucking it, you get to pick one of the two punishments."

He bit his lip. "Uh 3; okay, sir."

I kissed him full on the lips. "Good boy. Now, go put some more clothes on and call him. You'd best just hope he picks up, for your butt's sake."

Riley did as he was told and, fortunately for his butt, Joey picked up. They arranged for him to come to my appartment in half an hour's time, which gave me time to coach Riley on my plan to get into Joey's pants.

"He'd better be as cute as you say," I said, patting Riley's butt. He gave me a weak smile and gulped, clearly a little nervous about this whole thing. At his request I'd let him take his butt plug out, but he was still wearing the thong. And, if everything went to plan, his little buddy would be seeing him in it very soon.

"He is," whispered Riley. "He's got blond hair, and a great smile, and he's so funny!"

I felt a little twinge of jealousy as my slave's eyes lit up at the thought of his friend, but I tried to suppress it. He'd known Joey a lot longer than he'd known me, so it was natural that he'd like him.

Exactly on time, the doorbell rang and Riley leapt to his feet. "He's here!" he exclaimed, rushing to the door. I looked up from the couch as the door opened, and one of the most beautiful boys I've ever seen walked in. He was wearing a tight-fitting white t-shirt with tight-fitting gray sweatpants. I wasn't sure if the bulge in the front of them was his junk or my imagination, but I couldn't keep my eyes off of it.

"Joey!" exclaimed Riley, giving his friend a hug. Joey returned the hug with equal enthusiasm.

"Hey!"

The boys kept up the hug for a full minute, dancing around, clearly very happy to be together again. As they did, I caught a glimpse of Joey's butt in his tight sweatpants and felt my dick stiffen instantly. He had a little puppy fat on him - more than Riley, at least - and where Riley's butt was firm and muscled, Joey's was soft and round. I would love to get my hands all over it, and sink my teeth right into-

"This is my friend Dan!" Riley was saying, running up to me and giving me a hug. "I'm staying with him for the weekend!"

"Uh 3; hey, Dan!" said Joey, looking a little sheepish. He held out his hand and I shook it, giving him as warm as smile as I could muster. "Nice to meet you!"

"Nice to meet you too, buddy! Riley's told me a lot about you!" Joey and I both looked over at Riley, who blushed. Joey barely managed to conceal a little grin, but I ignored it. "Do you guys want a snack?"

"Sure!" they exclaimed together. I let Riley lead the way through to the kitchen, following after both of them. Joey's butt was swaying as he walked, and I didn't think my dick could get any harder. If everything went according to plan and I had BOTH of these kids to do whatever I wanted to for the next - I checked my watch - eight hours, then 3; whoa. I couldn't wait for this.

They both chattered away while I gave them food, telling me about their mutual friends, and the school bully, and how they had sleepovers every few weeks. My dick twitched at that last part, after what Riley had told me.

Once their snacks were done, I ushered them back through to the sitting room and turned on the Wii. "Ooh!" said Riley, grinning. "Let's do forfeits! Like, um 3;" he gave Joey a sideways glance. "Like we do sometimes." Joey turned red and gulped. This was just too good.

"Sure thing!" I said, before Joey had a chance to object.

The first game was a pretty close contest between me and Riley, but Riley just beat me. "Okay 3;" he said, a malicious glint in his eye. "Joey, you lost, so take off your, umm 3; socks?" Joey took off his socks, bending over to do so. I started at his butt, marvelling at how round it was. I couldn't wait to get him naked.

Joey won the next game, with Riley coming last. I was about to suggest a forfeit for Riley, but Joey got there before me. "Take off your shirt."

Riley did so, rubbing his nipples at Joey, who blushed profusely. I swore I saw a little bulge in his tight sweatpants.

I won the next game, and soon Joey's shirt joined Riley's on the floor. I let Riley win the next game, and then we were all shirtless. I caught Joey staring at my chest and gave him a flirtatious little wink. "You like that, buddy?" He looked away and turned an even deeper shade of red, but there was definitely something stirring in his pants.

Riley won the next game we played, with Joey coming in dead last. "Take off your pants!" Riley said gleefully.

Joey shook his head, almost too embarrassed to speak.

I put a hand around him and massaged his shoulders. "I think that's pretty unfair, Riley. How about we turn this into truth or dare?"

Joey breathed a sigh of relief and sat down on the sofa. I sat down next to him, keeping my arm around his shoulders. His muscles weren't as well-defined as Riley's, but his skin was pale and soft and I was pretty sure I was in love. He leant into me and gave a contented sigh as I rubbed my hand up and down his side. Once he was relaxed enough, I nodded to Riley.

"How big is your weiner?" asked Riley, sitting down on Joey's other side and resting a hand on his thigh.

"You've seen it! You've had it in-" Joey began, and then gasped and put his hands over his mouth. "No! Um 3;"

I gasped, feigning surprise. "Really?! Okay, new question: I want all the details!"

Riley bit his lip and looked at Joey. "Do you want me to tell him?"

Joey nodded, still looking too mortified to speak.

"Well 3; it started a few months ago at a sleepover, we were playing truth or dare like this. He asked me to show him my weiner, then it kind of 3; er, went from there. We touch each other sometimes and it feels real good!"

"Just with your hands?" I asked, looking at Joey, who shook his head.

"Sometimes 3; sometimes we use our mouths."

"Do you like it?"

He nodded.

"Well that's great!" I exclaimed, giving him a little squeeze. "Making each other feel good is awesome!"

"Really?!" he asked, looking confused. "Isn't it bad? I mean 3; boys aren't meant to do that with boys."

"Can I tell you a secret, Joey?" I asked, letting my hand drop down to his big round butt. "I make boys feel good all the time."

"Are you sure it's okay?"

"Why don't you ask Riley?"

Joey looked at Riley with wide eyes. "Have you done 3; stuff 3; with him? Like, the same stuff we do?"

Riley nodded. "And, uh 3; more."

"More?!" Joey's eyes widened and he started fiddling with the bulge in his sweatpants. "Like what? Like when you said you knew someone who'd, umm 3; spank me? Was that Dan?"

Riley bit his lip. "Yeah. Sorry Dan. I should've told you Joey asked me to spank him."

My jaw dropped. Joey was into that shit too? "How did it feel?" I asked Joey, biting back a grin. "Does he hit hard?"

"I, uh 3; I kinda didn't 3;" Riley murmured to the floor.

I gave him a stern look. "I'll deal with you later. Joey, stand up and take your pants off."

Joey stood up and gave me a blank look. "Seriously? Um 3;"

I reached out and stroked my finger down his chest, tweaking each of his nipples and ending at the bulge. "I can make you feel good. You want that?"

He nodded, and then blushed. "Was Riley serious when he said you'd 3; um 3;" his voice trailed off to nothing. "That you'd 3;"

I grabbed his whole package in my hand and gently massaged it. "If you say it, I'll do it. You just have to ask."

Joey mumbled something that sounded an awful lot like "please spank me."

"Louder," I said, slipping a finger between his legs to massage his perineum.

"Oh!" he exclaimed. "Uh 3; spank me, please."

I moved my hand away from him and turned to Riley. "Fetch me some rope." He did as he was told, running as fast as he could through to the dungeon. As he was getting the rope, I turned back to Joey. "Put your hands behind your back."

He did as he was told, just as Riley got back with the rope. I tied Joey's hands behind him, ensuring he couldn't move them. "Spread your legs," I said sharply to Joey. He did as he was told, looking scared. I slipped my finger back between his legs and rubbed his perineum, before pulling him over my knee and giving him a sharp spank. He gasped and I felt his bulge throb.

"Good boy," I said, stroking his butt. "In future, you'll call me sir, understand?"

"Yes sir."

I turned to Riley. "Get on your knees with your hands behind your head."

"Yes Master," he said, the front of his pants noticeably tented.

I gave him another spank and he wriggled around again, pulling at his bonds.

"You like that?" I asked, spanking him again.

"Ow! Yes, sir!"

I gave him another spank and then pulled his pants down, revealing a pair of white briefs that were so tight and thin that I could see his butt reddening through them. I spanked him another five times, all in quick succession. "Ow! Ow! Ow!" he exclaimed, thrashing around. He couldn't take as much as Riley, but I kinda liked that: he wasn't trying to be tough, he knew he was completely at my mercy.

"Have you had enough?" I asked, giving him another few spanks.

"Ow! Ow! No, I can take more, sir!"

I paused to pull Joey's tighty-whiteys down, and he stopped squirming long enough to let me. "Good boy," I said, stroking his butt. His asscheeks were full and round - much rounder than Riley's - and would be pearly white if it weren't for the red sheen that covered them.

I spanked him good and hard, watching his ass ripple under my hand. "You're a very good boy."

"Thank you, sir," he yelped, squirming again. "Ow!"

"Do you think you deserve a reward?"

"Uh 3; yes?" I gave him one last spank. "Ow! Yes sir!"

"Good boy. Riley, come over here."

He did as he was told, staying on his knees. "Sir?"

"Joey's butt sure looks sore, doesn't it?"

"Uh 3; yes, sir."

"Be a good little slut and kiss it better."

"Wait, what?" he looked at me, wide-eyed. "No!"

I hoisted Joey into a more comfortable position and gave him another few spanks. He cried out on each one, wriggling around on my erection. "Do it or I'll get the cane. You can have those 50 strokes I owe you."

Riley gulped. He rested his hands on Joey's pale smooth butt and gave it a quick peck.

I laughed. "No, kiss it properly."

He sighed. "Yes, sir."

He leaned in and kissed every inch of Joey's butt. Joey gasped, and started to moan. "That feels good!"

I ran a hand through his hair, which was now slick with sweat. "Doesn't it just?" He moaned again and I slipped a finger into his mouth. "Pretend it's Riley's little cock," I whispered, and he sucked at it, stifling a gasp as Riley reached his taint. Joey gasped again as Riley flicked at his cunt with his tongue.

I let the little slut work for a few more minutes before pushing him away. "Take off your pants and let Joey have a look at you."

"Yes sir," he said, stripping down to his thong as I untied Joey's wrists.

"What?!" exclaimed Joey as he turned around to see Riley. "Holy shit, what the hell are you wearing?!"

I gave him a playful swat on the butt. "Mind your fucking language. Do you want another spanking?"

Joey giggled. "Maybe. What's Riley wearing?"

I pushed Riley down to his hands and knees. "It's a thong. You like it?"

Joey ran his finger along Riley's crack. "It looks sexy! Uh 3; sir."

"Take it off of him while I get him something."

"Yes sir!"

I rushed to my room and grabbed the lube from the bedside table. I didn't want to miss a second of this.

I got back to the sitting room and found Joey running his hands over Riley's beautifully toned butt, tracing the lines from yesterday's caning. "How did he do that?" he asked. "Did it hurt?"

"He used a cane!" said Riley, and I was pleased to hear a note of pride in his voice. "It REALLY hurt!"

"Holy shit!" said Joey. "That's so fucking hot! Do you think he'll cane me too?"

"I sure will if you don't mind your language!"

Both boys gave a start as I walked in, but I ignored them. "Alright, Joey, do you know what fucking actually is?"

"Uh 3; no, sir."

I poured some lube onto my hand and spread it on Riley's tight pink hole, slipping my finger in. "It's where you do this, but with your dick. Okay?

Joey grinned. "Awesome! Okay!"

I helped him lube up his dick - which was a little over 3 inches fully erect - and line it up with Riley's cunt. "Now push."

"Yes sir!" he said, slipping inside his friend.

"Normally when you fuck someone you'll have to go slow but this little slut," I slapped Riley's butt as I mentioned him, "has had more cocks in him than a chicken farm. Knock yourself out."

And he did. I sat back and watched the two preteens go at each other with the unbridled enthusiasm only boys seem to have, pulling out my phone to take a sneaky video. Neither of them had a single hair below their head. The contrast between them was hot to watch: the tanned, muscular brunette being plowed by a pale, full-figured blonde. My dick was almost ready to explode.

After a full twenty minutes of panting and moaning and fucking, both boys came at almost exactly the same time. Joey collapsed on top of Riley and they lay there in a sweaty tangle of limbs. Before they had time to recover, I pulled them to their feet and led them through to the dungeon.

"You like being tied up, Joey?"

"Yeah!" he exclaimed, still catching his breath.

"Congratulations, you just earned yourself five swats with the cane. Now, sit down here, boys."

They did as they were told. I lubed up my smallest butt plug and slid it into Joey's hole to loosen him up. He gasped in surprise, but his gasp soon turned into a moan. "Shit sir, that feels good!"

I laughed. "And you just earned five more. That lovely butt of yours is going to get quite a workout today."

He grinned, but there was a flicker of fear in his eye. "Really?"

I slid a plug into Riley's butt and nodded. "Oh, yes. You'll see how it feels pretty soon."

"Now, sir?" he asked, turning to face me.

"No. I'll let you boys wait here for a while."

"That's so hot! 3;Sir." Joey's hand slipped down to his little prick almost unconsciously and he started to fiddle with it. I took his hands and held them behind his back, forcing him down to the floor. I pulled Riley down so the boys were back to back, with their hands behind them. I wrapped some rope around their limbs so neither of them could move, and then used another length of rope to join their torsos together. As a finishing touch I wrapped a length of duct tape over both of their mouths, holding their heads together.

They both looked up at me as I snapped a few photos. Their eyes were wide, but their erections betrayed their arousal.

"You boys have fun!" I said, as I turned out the light.

I set a timer for half an hour and got myself a beer. As I sipped it, I sent John the video I'd taken of the boys fucking, along with the pictures of them tied up in the dungeon. In return, he sent me two photos: the first was of a beautiful blond-haired green-eyed boy sitting on a couch. I figured he couldn't be more than eight years old. He was completely naked, with a tiny little boner pointed right at the screen. The second photo was of the same boy with a mouthful of cock.

It looked like John was having as much fun as I was.

Chapter 7

After my timer went off, I returned to check on my little captives. They were squirming against their bonds as I entered the dungeon, both of their erections clearly visible.

I walked slowly towards them and ran a hand over Joey's chest, pinching his nipple. "Have you boys been good?"

"Mmph!" came the reply.

I picked up a cane off of the wall and ran it gently against Joey's face. "Are you ready for your caning?"

He nodded, eyes wide in fear but erection throbbing. I loosened their ropes enough to let Riley free, but kept Joey's hands and feet bound. Ignoring his cries of protest, I lifted him up and carried him to my table, where I cut his ropes and then secured him spreadeagled with his nice curvy butt pointing upwards.

"You're getting 10 strokes of the cane, and I'm not untying you until you've taken all of them. Understand?"

"Yes sir!" he said, a little breathless from the struggle. "I've been such a naughty boy!"

I ran a hand through his hair, which was now completely soaked in sweat. "Normally I'd ask you to count them, but I don't want to hear you speak. If you make a single sound, you'll be gagged and I'll start over from one. Understand?"

"Oh, yes sir!" he exclaimed, rubbing his little dicklet against the table.

Without warning, I brought the cane down on his butt. He screwed up his face and writhed around, but managed to keep quiet. Another two swats and he gave a little groan, but I let it slide. The next blow came right to the middle of his ass, where the little butt plug was still sticking out of him. "OWW!" he screamed, writing against the ropes. "Shit!"

Giving Joey another strike with the cane, I turned to Riley. "Gag this slut, boy."

He did as he was told, forcing a ball gag into Joey's mouth and securing it behind him.

"Now," I said, leaning close to Joey's ear. "We start over. Does that sound good, little whore?"

His big blue eyes met mine and he nodded, mouth stretched open by the ball gag.

I pinched his cheek. "Good boy." I stepped back out of his line of sight. He twisted around to try to see me, but I grabbed him by the hair and forced him to look forwards. "No peeking. You'll take this whether you like it or not, you understand?" He nodded again, and I began.

With each blow he gave a muffled scream and pulled at his bonds. After I'd given him five spanks with the cane, I let him have a rest for a few minutes. He stopped pulling at the ropes and rubbed his little weiner on the table instead, puffing and panting. Once he'd had his rest, I brought the cane down on him again. "No!" I said, hitting him again. "Stop humping the table, bitch." Another hit. "You'll feel good when I tell you you can feel good." I gave him another. "Understand?" Without waiting for any kind of response, I brought the cane down on the butt plug sticking out from between his ample cheeks and he squealed, thrashing around and crying.

I put the cane back on the wall and started running my hands all over Joey's body, careful to avoid the welts that were criss-crossing his butt. He sighed and visibly relaxed, so I reached between his legs to gently stroke his perineum. At this, he gave a little giggle into his ball gag, but I carried on rubbing my finger back and forth, ever so gently. After about ten seconds, he started to shake his head and wriggle around, still giggling. I let my hands drift up to his exposed sides, tickling the whole time. His giggles turned into grunts at around the two minute mark, but I kept going. The little slut's skin was so warm and smooth under my hands as I slowly made my way up to his armpits. He was shrieking now.

After maybe fifteen minutes of working his whole body, I let him rest. Once he'd calmed down a little, I removed the gag from his mouth. "Riley, put some of that cream on his butt 3; but only if he does exactly as he's told."

"Yes sir," said Riley.

"Now," I said to Joey, staring into his teary eyes. "Stick your tongue out."

"Yes sir," he whispered. I got my cock out and rested it on his tongue. The little slut pulled a face as I rubbed my precum on it, but he couldn't pull away thanks to the leather bonds holding him to the table.

"Now lick." He did as he was told, lapping up the precum that was oozing from my dick. "You like that?" I asked.

"Yes sir," he said around my dick, sounding much more enthusiastic now. I nodded to Riley, who started rubbing some soothing cream into my captive's sore butt. Joey moaned, and as he opened his mouth I thrust my cock gently inside.

"Use your tongue, and don't let your teeth touch me or you'll get another caning."

"Mmph mhhr," he said as I thrust in and out of him.

"Good boy." His warm, wet mouth was sending me to heaven. Joey's tongue was swirling all around my dick. He was even trying to match my thrusts as best he could. I decided to help him out by grabbing his hair and facefucking him. As I did, he cried out in surprise but kept up the good work with his tongue.

"Oh, oh yes!" I moaned, tightening my grip on his curly blond hair. "I'm going to cum, whore. Swallow it all!"

He tilted his head back to let me fuck him better, and as he did I felt my balls tighten and an orgasm spread its way through my body. My dick pulsed and I shot string after string of cum into my little bitch boy. He spluttered and coughed as I did, but my hands on his head kept him still.

Eventually, my orgasm subsided and I pulled out of his mouth. He looked up at me, grinning. "That was AMAZING, Sir!"

I ruffled his hair and untied him. "I'm glad you enjoyed it. I think it's time Riley took some pain, don't you?"

He nodded and grinned. Riley's face fell as I helped Joey off of the table, but he lay himself down on it without being asked. I gave his hair a sharp tug and his mouth opened wide in pain. Keeping a firm grip on his head, I quickly shoved the ball gag into his mouth before fastening it behind him. He gave me a disgruntled look, mouth filling up with his friend's saliva.

"You like how that tastes, little slut?" I asked as I cuffed his wrists down to the table. He shook his head and earned himself a nice hard spank. "I asked if you like it, cunt." He nodded this time, and I patted his butt. "Good boy." Once I'd finished cuffing him down, I put an arm around Joey's shoulders and led him to the wall, filled with various bondage toys. "As a reward for taking that so well, you get to choose what we use on him."

Joey's jaw dropped when he saw what I had. "Wow, sir 3; I don't know. There's so much stuff!"

"Anything you like the look of?"

He bit his lip, thinking hard. "Hmmmm 3; that one," he said, pointing at a riding crop hanging above everything else.

"Good choice!" I said, stroking his back. "I'll get it down for you!" I handed him the crop and he swished it around a little, marvelling at its length. He went to hand it to me, but I shook my head. "Oh, no. I want YOU to hit him."

"Uh 3; okay, sir." He raised the crop a few inches and brought it down softly on Riley's upturned butt, still red from the spanking he'd received that morning.

I let him try a few more times, and then took it off him. "Bend over the table, buddy. Let me show you how it's done."

He turned pale, but nodded and obediently bent over.

"See how high I'm raising it?" I asked, lifting the crop over my head. He nodded again, clearly not trusting himself to speak. "Now, turn around and see what it feels like." He did, and I waited a few seconds. The anticipation was always my favourite part. Having a quivering boy before me, knowing he was about to be beaten but not knowing when 3; my dick literally couldn't get any harder than it was right now.

I brought the riding crop down, and it hit him with a loud crack. He screamed and jumped out of place, hands immediately flying to his butt. "You want me to do that to Riley, sir?" he asked, after he'd gotten his voice back.

"I sure do," I said, handing the riding crop back to him. "And if you don't, you're getting ten more. Understand?"

He drew a shaky breath and then nodded. "Yes, sir. Uh 3; sorry, Riley." With that, he raised the riding crop as high as he could and brought it down sharply. Riley screamed into his ballgag and thrashed around. I liked him like this; I'd have to use the riding crop more often.

Joey looked up at me with wide eyes. "Sir? I don't think he can take much more."

I shook my head. "He loves it, don't you Riley?" He nodded, giving me a determined look. "Good boy. Joey, give him four more and then we can all get a snack."

Joey did as he was told. I could tell he wasn't putting as much into these blows as he did into the first one, but I didn't mind. Riley managed to keep silent but he was still clenching his fists and biting hard into the ball gag. By the time Joey had finished, there were five very red welts on the little whore's butt. I stroked it, enjoying the firmness and warmth.

"Good boys, both of you. Now, Riley, your reward 3;" I slipped a blindfold on him and took the ball gag out of his mouth, replacing it with a special penis gag of my own invention. If a captive's teeth touched it or he stopped sucking, it would send a signal to a specially developed butt plug, which would give the captive a painful electric shock. I'd only ever used it on adults, so the butt plug might be a tight squeeze for Riley 3;

I pulled out his old plug and slipped the special one in, careful to apply lots of water-based lube to help the electricity. Before leaving with Joey, I turned both of the dildos on and hit the lights. "Have fun, slut!" I called to him, before shutting the door.

"How long will you leave him there, sir?" asked Joey as I led him through to my bedroom. "Wait, I thought we were getting a snack!"

"We are, buddy," I said, giving his butt a squeeze. "I'm just getting something for you to wear first." I handed him a jockstrap and he stepped into it, grinning.

"This feels so weird, sir! I love it!"

I traced my fingers over the welts on his butt, before fiddling with his butt plug. "I love it too 3; I get to see your butt AND play with this!"

He gasped as the plug rubbed his prostate. "Wow, sir, that feels awesome! Keep going!"

I lay down on the bed and pulled him on top of me so his crotch was in my face. I licked at it through the jockstrap, tasting the sweat - both Joey's and Riley's - that had soaked into it. He moaned as I fucked him with the butt plug, thrusting at my face. Within a few minutes, his whole body tensed up and he came. I let him snuggle up beside me, catching his breath.

It felt so good lying here like this. This might even be my favorite part of sex: just lying in bed with my partner, cuddling. It certainly didn't hurt that my partner was a beautiful eleven-year-old boy, or that my eleven-year-old slave having both his holes fucked by dildos just next door.

"Sir 3;" said Joey, his head resting on my chest. "Why are you so rough with Riley?"

I blinked, confused. "What do you mean? He likes it! If he asked me to go easy on him, I would!"

"No, I don't mean today 3; I mean, he comes to school with all these bruises and he doesn't want to talk about them. Sometimes at sleepovers he has bruises on his neck, and-"

"Wait, what?!" I said, sitting up sharply. "Bruises on his neck? How long has this been going on for?"

"Umm 3; a few months I think. Just go easy on him? Please sir?"

"Joey 3;" I said, running a hand through his hair. "I've only known him for a week."

"Oh 3; Um, forget I said anything, sir. I don't want him to know I told you!"

I pulled him in close to me and kissed his forehead. "I won't tell him you told me, okay? I promise. I'll tell you what, how about you switch places with him and I can talk to him about it?"

He nodded, looking guilty. "I guess, sir."

I gave him a big hug, stroking up and down his back. "I'm sorry, buddy 3; but if someone's hurting him, I need to know. I need to make it stop, okay?"

He nodded again.

"Alright then, let's get you some food."

He happily followed me through to the kitchen, where I gave him some leftover pizza. He wolfed it down, and then I took him through to the dungeon to take Riley's place. When we opened the door, Riley was sucking away at the mouth gag and writhing around a little. He looked pleased when we walked in, but I decided to watch him struggle for a while. Every so often he would stop sucking to catch his breath, only to start again as the shocks became too much to bear. We only watched him for five minutes, but during that time he came twice.

"Good boy!" I said eventually, turning the butt plug off. "I'm very proud of you. Joey, help me untie him."

"Yes sir," said Joey, obediently untying Riley and taking of his jockstrap, before lying down in his place. I got him strapped down in no time, and slipped the butt plug and penis gag into him. He moaned as I turned it on, but soon he was sucking away, looking quite content.

"Come on," I said to Riley, suddenly unsure of what I was going to say. "Let's get you some food, huh?"

He grinned. "Yeah! That sounds great! Er 3; sir."

I ruffled his hair and laughed. "Don't worry about it, kiddo. Here, put this on." I handed him the jockstrap that Joey had taken off. He put it on and wriggled his butt for me. I gave him a playful spank and then took him through to the kitchen, where I gave him the rest of the leftover pizza.

"Can I talk to you about something?" I asked.

"Yes, Master," he said, mouth half-full of pizza.

"Drop the masters and sirs for a bit, okay? For this conversation I'm just Dan."

He swallowed his pizza and looked apprehensively at me. "Are you 3; are you ending this si- uh, Dan?"

I shook my head. "So, here's the thing. Joey told me 3; uh, Joey said that you sometimes have bruises. Is that true?"

He didn't speak. Just looked at me, beautiful brown eyes full of tears. After what felt like an age, he nodded. I put out my hand and stroked his arm.

"Is someone hurting you?" I asked, leaning in close to him. "It's okay, I can help."

He nodded again. I waited for him to say something, but no words came.

"Who?"

He opened his mouth and promptly closed it again. "He 3;" he said after a while. "He said he'd hurt me if I told anyone. He said I'm a worthless little shit, and that Mom should've had an abortion."

I lifted him out of his chair and carried him through to my bedroom. "It's okay, Riley," I whispered into his ear as I walked. "You know that's not true, right?"

He looked at me long and hard, biting his lip. "I don't know 3;"

I wrapped my arms around him and let him bury his face in my chest. He was sobbing gently. "It's okay," I whispered in his ear. "I'm here. I care about you. We can get through this." I ran my fingers through his hair, whispering quiet nothings in his ear again and again. His sobs gradually stopped. Before long, he was asleep in my arms.

We lay like that for a long time.

Chapter 8

I untangled myself from Riley to go check on the little slut tied up in my dungeon. He'd probably been there for about half an hour now - far longer than I'd intended to leave him there - but he was fine. There were tears running down his face but when I untied him I noticed his dick was hard.

"You're going to keep those in for now," I said, tapping his butt plug and cock gag. He nodded at me, unable to make a sound through his gag but grinning. "I want to help you and Riley make each other feel good." I led him through to my bedroom where Riley was still napping on the bed. "Play with his dick."

Joey did as he was told, lying down next to Riley and rolling his hairless preteen cock around in his fingers. It slowly stiffened. Riley's eyes opened slowly, and he grinned at me. Joey shifted his weight around to a more comfortable position and slipped his other hand between Riley's legs to massage his perineum and play with his butt plug. Riley gasped, thrusting his hips into his friend's hand. It wasn't long before he came, and I motioned to Joey to stop.

"Riley, suck Joey." Riley did as he was told immediately. I adjusted my dick in my pants 3; this was too hot. I'd barely known these boys any time at all but they were both already such submissive little bitches.

Joey wriggled around a lot as my slave sucked him off. He convulsed in pleasure and pain as Riley slowly fucked him with the butt plug. Just as the blond boy was getting close, Riley let his cock fall out of his mouth and kissed his way up Joey's chest. Joey gave Riley an pleading stare and moved his hands down to his dick. Quick as a flash, I moved behind him and held his arms out of the way. Riley winked at me and kept kissing Joey's chest, sucking each nipple in turn before moving back to his dick. Joey's thrashing intensified as Riley took him back into his mouth, but his pleasure was short-lived: after less than a minute, Riley moved downwards, kissing every inch of the boy's hairless legs.

Joey moaned indignantly. I grabbed his nipple and twisted it round, and he moaned again, this time in pain. "Keep quiet, slut. You'll cum when we let you cum." He turned around and gave me an angry look, but didn't make any more sounds.

Again and again, Riley went back to Joey's dick, only to let go just as he was approaching orgasm. After five or more times, he finally let him cum. I was glad I was holding him down as he came - his entire body shuddered and shook for at least ten seconds before he was finally still.

I let him rest for a few seconds before taking out his gag and the plug. "That was SO GOOD!" he grinned, giving Riley a big hug.

Riley gave him a weak smile and hugged him back briefly before retreating, looking sad. "Sir, can I just stay here tonight? I don't want to go home 3;"

I helped Joey to his feet before turning back to Riley. "I'm sorry, buddy 3;" I said softly, scooping him up in my arms. "I'd love that too, but I have to get you home. I don't want your mom asking any awkward questions."

He sighed and rested his head against my neck. "I know 3;"

"C'mon, we've still got an hour before Joey has to go home. Let's have some fun together before we worry about heading back." I carried him through to the sitting room and sat down on the sofa, while he rested on my lap. Joey followed us and picked his briefs up off of the floor.

"Sir?" he asked. "Can I put these on please? It feels weird being naked."

"Hmm 3;" I said. "If you do you'll be punished severely next time I see you."

He grinned and slipped them on, sitting down on the sofa beside me and Riley. I put one arm around his shoulder and the other on Riley's tummy with my hand resting on his boy balls. "Would you boys like to watch TV for a bit?" I asked, giving both of them a gentle squeeze.

"No 3;" said Riley. His voice sounded choked with tears and I knew we'd have to discuss his problem before he went home. "Can we just stay like this? It's really nice."

"Sure thing," I said, kissing his neck. I loved the way he purred whenever I did that 3; it was a sound of total contentment. Joey turned to Riley and kissed his neck too. Riley gave a little start but turned and kissed his friend full on the lips. They made out like that for a little while, arms all over each other. As they kissed, Riley moved around a lot, grinding on my dick.

"Sir 3;" said Riley coyly. "Is your willy hard?"

I gave Riley's own dick a little squeeze. "What do you think, buddy?"

He grinned and slid off my lap, kneeling down in front of me. He undid my pants and started kissing my dick. "C'mon, help me!" he said to Joey, who also got down on his knees. The boys continued their makeout session around my dick, taking turns lapping up precum. It honestly looked like they were sharing an ice cream 3; a long, fleshy ice cream. Riley darted down to my balls and worked them over with his tongue while Joey took care of my dick. I ran my hands through their hair, tugging at it gently.

"Don't stop," I moaned. "Don't you fucking dare stop."

They didn't. Riley started to lick down between my legs. I moved them apart to give him access to my taint. He was slurping at it noisily, his warm wet tongue tickling my perineum. I lifted myself up to let him keep going backwards, until he was rimming me. While this was going on, Joey had been licking and kissing the head of my dick. He wrinkled his nose as precum leaked into his mouth, but he didn't stop.

After a few minutes of this, I couldn't take any more and grabbed Joey's head, pushing my dick further in. He relaxed to let me fuck his mouth for a while, tongue licking at the base of my dick. The best orgasm of my life started building in my balls. I tightened my grip on Joey's hair and let spurt after spurt of cum fill his mouth. The eager little cocksucker did his best to swallow it all, but some of it spilled out onto his face and chest. Riley tore himself away from my asshole and licked it off of his friend, grinning.

After my orgasm was over, I fell back onto the sofa. The boys both snuggled up to me and kissed my chest. We lay like that until it was time for Joey to get dressed and leave. Just as he was about to walk out of the door, I gave his butt a few good hard spanks. "Something for you to remember me by, little slut."

He grinned at me, rubbing his sore ass. "Thank you, sir." With that, he walked out of the hall down to the elevator.

I turned back to Riley, who was sitting on the sofa. "Riley 3;" I said, still not sure how to deal with his problem. "We really need to talk."

"No!" he said quickly. "No, I don't want to!" His voice had an insistent, whiny tone to it. "Please, don't make me talk about it!"

I put an arm around him. "We have to talk about this, buddy. I want to know who's hurting you so I can make them stop."

He looked up at me, the ghost of a smile flickering in those big brown eyes. "Well you hurt me too!"

"That's 3; well, that's different. Isn't it? I mean 3; I'd never give you anything you couldn't handle." Now he pointed it out, I wasn't sure. What if I was subconsciously pressuring him into this? What if he didn't REALLY like being my slave?

"Yeah, well I can take it. Okay? I can take it from you and I can take it from Rob!" As soon as the words were out of his mouth, he gasped and covered his face. "No! Fuck, can we not talk about this now?"

I pulled him in tight to myself and planted a kiss on top of his head. "Who's Rob, Riley?"

He sighed and let me hold him. "He's 3; he's my mom's boyfriend. He lives with us sometimes, when they're not fighting. He drinks a lot and he doesn't really mean it and he's so nice when he's sober and- and-" he broke down and started sobbing into my shoulder. "Please don't tell anyone, Master. Please! I'll do anything!"

I ran my hands up and down his back for a while, feeling him shiver. "Are you cold?" I asked.

He looked up at me, eyes frantic. "What? No. Just don't tell anyone! I don't want to go into care, I want to stay with Mom!"

"Does she know about Rob?" I asked.

He nodded, bottom lip quivering. "She says I should stop antagonizing him. She 3; she says I deserve it."

"Oh, buddy 3;" I whispered, kissing his cheek. "That's not true at all. You're an amazing person and you should only be hurt when you want to be. Or when I want you to be." I gave him a smile to let him know the last part was a joke - mostly - and he smiled back.

"Yeah but Master, I can't go into care! I wouldn't be able to see you! You're, um 3;" he looked away sheepishly, blinking back his tears. "You're the best thing in my life right now."

"We'd be able to sort something out, Riley. I love spending time with you but right now your safety is more important."

He pouted at me. "Really, sir?"

I kissed him. "Really. I care about you, and I'm going to make things okay. Nobody hurts you without my permission." He smiled at that, and I gently lifted him off my knee. "Why don't you watch TV for a bit while I make some calls?"

"What?!" he asked, looking panicked. "Don't tell the police! Rob said they'd come and take me away and- and-"

I kissed him again, and started stroking his hair. "Don't worry, buddy. I'm just calling a friend. He works in social services, he'll be able to sort something out. No police, I promise."

He bit his lip. "Okay 3;" he said, not sounding convinced. He turned the TV on, staring blankly at the wall while a re-run of The Simpsons played.

I hurried off to my bedroom and selected John on speed dial. After the second ring, someone picked up, but it wasn't John. A sweet, high voice was panting and moaning down the phone at me while a deeper voice was grunting. "H- hi?" said the higher voice between moans. This must be John's boy. My dick was instantly rock solid.

"Uh, hi. Could I talk to-" I was interrupted by the sound of a young boy orgasming. When he was done, I cleared my throat and tried again. "Uh, could I talk to John?"

"S-sir?" said the boy, clearly still being fucked. "He wants to - oh fuck yeah! - he wants to talk to you."

"Tell him I'm busy, slut," came John's gruff voice.

"He- he's busy," whimpered the boy.

"This is urgent," I said. "Give him the fucking phone."

The was some commotion and the sound of somebody being slapped. Several seconds later, I heard John's voice through the speakers. "Hey Dan, sorry about that. I was, ah 3; busy. He's a good fuck, you should try him sometime."

I gulped. "Can you just be serious for a second? I need to talk about Riley."

He laughed. "Is he giving you trouble? Want me to come over and teach him some manners?"

"No! For fuck's sake, just listen. He's having trouble at home. Would you be able to pull some strings to help him get somewhere safe? Preferably somewhere he can still see me whenever he wants."

"Hmm 3;" said John. "So you're asking me to - suck boy, dammit! - sorry. So you're asking me to get him moved in with you?"

I blinked. I hadn't thought of that. It worked: Riley wanted to be able to see me often, and he'd be safe if he was with me. He'd even be able to see his mom if he missed her. "I, uh 3; sure! I mean, I'll have to clear it with him, but-"

John laughed loudly, cutting me off. "He's your slave. Don't ask him what he wants, TELL him what he wants."

I sighed. John could be a bit full-on with boys. In fact, it was starting to worry me - I didn't want him to be around Riley unsupervised. Though on the other hand that could be really hot 3; "I'll check with him and let you know, okay? When's the earliest you can get him away from his mom?"

"It'll take about a week. I need to call in some favors. Oh fuck yeah, I'm cumming!" There was a muffled gagging sound as John presumably shot his load down his boy's throat. "Oh yeah 3; that was good. The little slut learns fast. I've only had to give him three spankings today. Isn't that right, whore?"

"Y-yes sir," said the boy, sounding a little less enthusiastic now.

"I, uh 3; that's great," I said, hoping the boy was okay. "I'll text you about Riley once I've spoken to him, okay?"

"Mhm," said John. "If I do this for you I hope I get to use his cunt."

"Sure thing," I said, hanging up. I sighed. John could be hard to deal with, but now I was fucking Riley I needed him. Hopefully Riley would understand.

I walked back through to the sitting room. The Simpsons was still playing on TV, but Riley had curled into a ball on the sofa and was crying. He looked up as I sat down next to him, face beet red. "Hey sir," he whispered. His voice sounded hoarse.

"Hey," I said back, stroking his shoulder. "I just spoke to my friend in social services. He can get you away from Rob, but-"

He burst into a fresh wave of tears. "But I can't see you again?"

I shook my head. "He can actually get you to live here. I mean, only if you want to 3; it's kinda sudden and I'd get if you want to-"

He wrapped his arms around me, screaming. "Yes! Yes! I'd love to live here!"

I hugged him back, leaning down and kissing him full on the mouth. "Good!" I wrapped my arms around him and pulled my naked slave onto my lap, stroking his back. He was calming down, but still crying softly.

"I 3;" he whispered, lifting his head up to look at me. "I love you, sir."

I gave him a squeeze and kissed his forehead. "I love you too, buddy."

We sat like that for a while longer, master and slave. The only sound was Riley's slowly-subsiding sobs, which gradually turned into snores as he dozed off. He'd had an exhausting weekend. I considered waking him, but let him sleep a little longer: it was only going to get more intense for him when he moved in with me.

Chapter 9

The next few days passed by at a crawl. I didn't see Riley at all; he'd been sent to live with foster parents while John worked his legal magic. I was a little worried he'd get stuck in foster care for longer - I knew this must be killing him - but there was nothing I could do about it. I set about trying to get time off work, since I knew Riley would want me home with him as much as possible, especially with spring break coming up.

As it happened, my boss was considering letting people in my office work from home. I'd have to be in for at least 5 hours a week - which I could easily do while Riley was either at school or tied up somewhere - but otherwise I was free to get stuff done out of the office. It was only a trial run for a few months, but if I didn't get too distracted by my little slut I'd be able to see him as much as I wanted.

I made some other preparations for Riley moving in. My dungeon now had a small cage in one corner, just large enough for an eleven-year-old to crouch down in it. There were a few adaptations I'd made: there were now a few smaller doors through which I could spank Riley, or fuck him, or do whatever I wanted. I also bought a lot more sexy underwear in Riley's size, since that was all he'd be allowed to wear while he was home. If that.

The first few days I telecommuted weren't the most productive. Every time I tried to get anything done I'd work for a few minutes and then pace around, checking on the things I'd bought Riley. Wednesday morning found me trying to get a little work done - after oiling the cage's hinges for the third time that day - when I heard a knock at the door. I leapt to my feet, thinking that it was John dropping Riley off. Unfortunately, as was the case every time I had a visitor, it wasn't John. Joey's goofy grin was there to greet me as I opened the door, and he leapt inside to give me a hug.

"Why don't you come in?" I said sarcastically, pulling him off me just long enough to close the door.

He looked up at me, still grinning wide. "Sorry," he said, not looking sorry at all.

I took a step back and stared at him for a few seconds. He really was beautiful, with his short wavy blond hair, and plump cherubic cheeks that got dimpled when he smiled. He was wearing a white button-up shirt that hugged his chest tightly, showing off the tiny amount of puppy fat there. His pants were almost as tight as Riley's had been when I'd first met him, squeezing his thighs so tightly that it looked like they were painted on. My dick was now fully hard and I wanted to touch every inch of his body.

Joey gave me a quizzical look, grin as wide as ever. "Uh, Dan?"

I blinked, snapping out of my fantasies. "You mean sir," I corrected, taking him by the hand and pulling him not at all gently into the sitting room.

"Ow!" he said as I jerked on his arm, but he didn't protest as I pulled him over my lap and started stroking his butt. "Do I need to be punished, sir?" he asked hopefully as my finger slipped between his legs to massage his perineum.

In answer, I gave him three hard spanks. He yelped and squirmed around in a very satisfying manner, but didn't ask me to stop. "What do you think?" I asked, spanking him again.

"Yes, sir!" he said, squirming round to look me in the eye.

I pushed him down so his butt was the highest point of his body and spanked him again. "Tell me what you deserve."

"Ow!" He was squirming like crazy, but didn't try to pull away. "I deserve to be punished, sir."

"Why?" I asked, pausing to pull his shirt off over his head.

"Because I didn't call you sir, sir." He lay still and let me, but squirmed a little as I ran my hands all over the soft skin of his back. Like Riley, his skin was perfectly soft and smooth without a single blemish.

"Why else?" I asked, moving my hand down his back to massage his butt.

He turned his head back to look at me, looking confused. I noticed tears in his eyes. "I 3; I don't know, sir."

I pinched his butt and he flinched. "Would you like some time to think about it?"

"Yes, sir," he said meekly.

I pulled him to his feet (prompting another "ow!") and told him to take his pants off. He did as he was told and then looked up at me, hands covering the bulge in his briefs. "You will never cover yourself in front of me, understand?" I said firmly, giving him a few more spanks.

"Yes sir!" he yelped, moving his hands to rest at his sides. I got a good look at his hard little dick pushing against the thin white material of his briefs.

"Good boy. Now come with me." I led him through to the dungeon, where I had him remove his briefs. I scrunched them up and shoved them in his mouth, before wrapping some duct tape around his head. "You like the taste of those, little slut?" I asked. He shook his head, but his erection was as hard as ever.

I put a blindfold on him and pushed him into the cage headfirst. Before closing the door, I put a small vibrator up his cunt and turned it on. He started to moan loudly into his briefs in a mixture of pain and pleasure. Satisfied, I closed the door of the cage and locked it. "I've got to do some work, okay slut? I'll be back to get you, uh 3; soon."

"Mmph," he said in reply. Or it could have been one of his boyish dry orgasms, I couldn't tell.

"Have fun!"

He moaned again and I left the room. I got back to my desk and booted up the computer to do some work, but I was distracted again. This time it was an email from John:

"hi dan ive got riley at mine now i can bring him round if u wnt"

My heart started beating faster. This was even sooner than I'd hoped. I immediately replied that yes, I'd love for John to bring Riley round now. I really hoped he'd been okay in care. My head started spinning with all the possibilities now I had Joey AND Riley for the next few hours. Eventually I decided I'd leave Joey in his cage but take the blindfold off so he could see John and I fucking his little buddy, but be unable to touch himself - or stop the pleasure-pain from the vibrator - until we decided to let him out. And then they could switch places. Or maybe I'd leave them both in the cage for a while. Or maybe 3; fuck, there were so many things I could do to degrade them and I couldn't wait.

Riley would probably need comforting, though 3; he might not want to have sex as soon as he walked through the door. No, like John kept telling me, he was my slave. And what better way to get him used to that than to use him when he wasn't expecting it? We wouldn't fuck him for very long, but sex was going to have to come before anything else.

As I was thinking about him, there was a knock at the door. This time, it really was John bringing Riley round to me. I opened it and he was standing there grinning at me, John's hand resting on his shoulder. "Sir!" he exclaimed, stepping in to hug me just as Joey had done.

"Riley!" I exclaimed, holding him tight to me. I kept up the hug for a few seconds, then pulled away. "Strip," I commanded, once John had closed the front door. He looked confused - almost hurt - for a second, but shed his clothes anyway. "Have you been a good boy while you were away?" I asked, leading him through to the dungeon.

"Yes sir," he stammered. "It was-"

I cut him short with a slap to the face. "You can talk later. For now, you're going to serve us. Understand?"

"I 3;" he began, but then he hardened his face into a look of determination and nodded. "Yes, sir."

"Good boy," I said, giving him an affectionate pat on the butt. "Look around."

He did, looking confused for a second - I'd decided to leave the lights dim for this - but gasped when he saw the cage with Joey in it. "J- Joey?" he said, sounding scared. I guess it must have occurred to him that he'd only known me for a week 3; would he think I'd actually abducted his friend?

Joey mumbled something into his underwear and Riley's eyes widened even further. "S- sir? Why is he here?"

I figured there was nothing I could do to convince my slave I hadn't abducted his friend, so I'd just leave it. He'd figure it out afterwards. "Get on your hands and knees, boy."

He hesitated, and I could tell he was about to cry. John darted forwards and pushed him roughly over the table. His cute little butt was perched over the edge, his mouth just far enough over the other edge to take a cock in it. His feet had completely left the floor. Holding Riley steady with one hand, John pulled out his big black cock. I helped him lube up Riley's asshole and then he plunged in.

Riley cried out in pain, but the pain quickly turned into pleasure. I quickly dashed to the cage and took Joey's blindfold off through one of the openings. His dick was throbbing and he gave me a pleading look, but I ignored him.

"Take it!" John was saying, thrusting at Riley's cunt. He moaned, looking up at me with his big brown eyes. He was too lost in the sensations to speak, but he gave a wordless moan. I took my dick out and pushed it into his mouth. He spluttered as my precum leaked onto his tongue, but kept his rosy lips wrapped around my dick.

Together, John and I thrust inside of my slave for a full twenty minutes before either of us reached orgasm. He was grunting and moaning and gasping for air around my cock, and eventually the noises finally pushed me over the edge. I shot my seed into his mouth. He was still coughing from my cock and most of the cum splattered out of his mouth and dribbled down his chin.

At the sight of me cumming on my slave's face, John gave a few final thrusts into Riley's cunt, spanking him hard on each one. At last he collapsed over the smaller boy, sighing contentedly. As the larger man pushed down on him, Riley started to sob.

I decided this had gone on enough and motioned for John to get off of Riley. When he had, I rushed forwards and picked Riley up, kissing him all over his face. "Good boy," I whispered. "Let's get you cleaned up."

I showed John how to get Joey out of his cage and then carried Riley through to the bathroom. He held still as I wiped the cum from his face, feeding it to him. A whimper escaped from his mouth as I dabbed at his little cunt with a wet cloth. He was bleeding, but I figured he'd be fine. He'd be fucked much harder than that in his time as my slave.

With Riley cleaned up, I put on his collar and cock cage and led him through to my bedroom. "You did great. I love you, buddy."

He smiled up at me, eyes still a little puffy from crying. "I love you too, sir."

"How was your week?" I asked, running my fingers through his hair. He flinched a little as the sound of Joey's moaning drifted through from the dungeon, so I pulled him close and kissed him. "It's okay, buddy."

He let me hold him, nuzzling my chest. "It was terrible, sir," he said in a voice almost too low for me to hear. "I couldn't stop thinking about you. I thought I'd never see you again."

I ran a hand down his back and caressed his butt, which felt warm from the beatings John and I had given him. He sighed into my neck. "It's okay. I'm here now, Riley."

He kissed me. I felt him smiling as his lips brushed my neck. We lay there for a few more minutes while grunts and moans from the other room drifted through. John was clearly going to town on Joey's little ass, the slaps and cries causing my dick to stir as I held my boy.

Riley noticed, and brought his hand down to the bulge in my pants, giggling. "Can we go and watch?" he asked, squeezing my cock.

"Sure thing!" I said, lifting him to his feet and leading him through to the dungeon, my hands squeezing his shoulders. His skin was delightfully soft to the touch, just begging to be marked all over.

Once we reached the dungeon, we found Joey standing on his tiptoes with his wrists chained above his head. His little cocklet was pointing straight at us, and an expression of absolute ecstasy was written all over his face. "Mmph!" he grunted at us, his voice muffled by the underwear John had left in his mouth.

"There you are, Dan." John walked around the tied boy, stroking his peach-colored nipples as he passed him. "You really do find the best boys. Mine HATES it when I tie him up like this." He paused to laugh, flicking Joey's erect penis as he did. "This one loves it, don't you?"

Joey nodded, pulsing his hips forward and moaning. His cocklet slapped against his belly as he did so, and John laughed harder. "You want to cum, do you, boy?" he asked.

Joey nodded again, his pale blue eyes open wide in desperation. His fair hair was dark with sweat, plastered to his head. John ran a hand through it and then slapped the boy's butt, causing him to moan and writhe a little more.

"How long since you last came? Less than an hour?" John snorted. "You need to learn some restraint, you little slut. Dan," he said, turning to me with a mischievous glint in his eye. "Do you have any cock cages going spare?"

I heard Riley try to stifle a giggle at the question. Looking down at him, I could see that he was fiddling with his own cock cage and wincing, clearly turned on by the treatment his friend was receiving. Tearing myself away from my slave, I nodded. "He'll need to get soft before we put it on. Riley, fetch some ice from the kitchen."

"Yes, Sir!" said Riley, giggling a little as he ran off.

I turned back to Joey and advanced on him, taking his dick between my thumb and forefinger. "You like playing with this, don't you?" The boy nodded and gasped at the touch. "Do you want to be my slave like Riley?" He nodded again, and I thought I could see a grin behind the duct tape keeping his briefs in his mouth. "It'll mean only cumming when I say you can. Does that sound good?" He nodded again, humping my hand as hard and fast as he could. I laughed and let go of his dick, moving around him to spank his plump little butt.

"Here, Sir!" said Riley breathlessly, running back into the room with a bag of ice as my newest slave wriggled around, whining.

"Good boy," I said, patting Riley's head and directing him down to his knees. "Get his cock soft and then we'll get him caged up."

As Riley worked, John moved up behind Joey, shirt off and dick out. He rubbed it against the boy's back, grunting a little as he smeared his precum onto the boy's smooth skin. "I'm gonna fuck you soon, you little whore," he whispered. "I'm gonna fuck you so hard."

Joey nodded, his eyes open wide in anticipation. They got even wider when Riley applied the ice to his weiner, and he thrashed around, making as much noise as possible through his gag. John held him still, an arm wrapped around his neck. "Make any more fucking noise and I'll make you wish you'd never been born, boy!"

I watched the abuse, my dick fully erect now. I'd step in if John got too rough, but Joey seemed to be enjoying himself – at least, I thought he was, though now his dick was soft it was hard to tell. Quickly, I stepped forward and pushed his flaccid cocklet into a cage, fastening it tight.

"Good boy," I whispered to him as he pulled a face. "That feel good?" I ripped the tape from around his face and let him spit out his briefs.

Once he was done spluttering, he looked up at me and bit his lip. "I 3; I don't know." He winced a little as John tightened his hold on the boy's neck, and quickly added, "Sir!"

I nodded to John and he let the boy go. "You did great," I said softly, stroking his hair. "I'll untie you, and then we'll let you and Riley wash each other off in the shower. Does that sound good?"

He nodded and I let down, but not before giving him a collar just like Riley's for him to wear while he was over at mine. He tugged at it and grinned his cherubic little grin, dimples forming in his cheeks as he did ."This is so hot, Master!" he exclaimed.

I laughed and gave his butt a little pat as he and Riley walked towards the bathroom. I waited until they were definitely out of earshot and then went to a computer by the wall, which was linked up to the camera I'd put in the shower. "Want to see something hot?" I said to John, grinning as I got my dick out and started to jerk it.