This story is part of our imagination. It has some elements of truth as my slave boy exists as I do. We started cyber sex early in 2002 and continued through the year. I am in Australia my boy is in the UK. I wrote this as a New Year's greeting for him but we both thought that maybe some readers of our Hurt stories and Blonde Boy and Nathan may enjoy some of the raunchy times we have enjoyed. If you are not 18 then leave this; it certainly is not for you. I have no control of what you do, nor will I carry any responsibility for your reading this story. If you read my work be careful as it contains some heavy sexual behaviours that should never be copied in this unsafe age.
Enjoy and have a wonderful New Year to all that have read our work and have been so kind as to email me. I always pass the mail to my boy in the UK. He loves your mail as much as I do. If you want to say more or share ideas please email me. Would love your feedback. This story is hotter than most I have written.
My thanks to Nifty for archiving my stories. I love the responses I have had from you. This is a more complicated tale but I reckon you want to hear what my slave boy really wants. Maybe the last paragraph says it all. I hope so.
New Year's Day with my Slave Boy
The room smelt of sweaty, cummy, lovely raunchy boy.
His lengthy, slender body was tied to the bed. Arms outstretched and tied to the headboard and feet bandaged to the bed end. My boy's butt was astride three supporting pillows making his chute easy to reach and wantonly open. A gooey dribble was seeping around his very red, bruised, sloppy arse-lips. My randy slave had just been rooted stupid by several old men and others had shot down his throat. I pushed my hand again up into greasy hole and felt him strain to let more sludge run out. He panted and gagged on the juice in his mouth as I fingered his gland. He couldn't touch his erect cock. It oozed a bit as I fucked my digits up his arse-hole.
"Make me cum please master let me, I want to spray my boy juice. I have so much to blow. Please let me spunk up, I am so full of cum. I want to shoot it. " He pleaded again.
This was a repeat of his pleas for the last two hours. Each time he was almost there I had stopped him. He was so hot and wanted to blow. I had other plans for my slave. He had me so hot for him. I pulled out of his hole and slapped his already reddened buns. He had taken a good thrashing when he screamed as the first dirty, spunky, shit pounder cock got near his tube. The old guy swore and fucked it straight up; he took the whole 11 inches of fat uncut creamy old dick. It hurt him like crazy. My slave boy took it and stopped yelling when I filled his mouth with some old dirty undies I had soaked in spunk from his last endeavours.
I had better plans for my slave.
"Going out for a while." I told him. "You can piss where you are but don't even think about cumming. I will slap you hard if I see you have shot."
I had a wonderful idea for my boy. Throughout the last two days I had watched the Cricket match, studying the English Batsman. One in particular caught my fancy. He had been at the crease for 6 hours and, given the balmy heat of an Aussie Summer, he must be very sweaty I thought. I knew where the heat and sweat and smells would be best, in his protection box. The gadget cupping his cock and balls. Bet it is ripe and juicy I thought.
I hid in the dressing room. My eyes darted out of their sockets as the cricketer entered the change room doors. He was one horny young guy. Bet he cums several times a day I imagined. His protector must have some traces in it. Slowly he undressed and took his sweaty body to the shower. I saw the box sitting on top of his dirty clothes. I stole it and ran from the shed.
I carefully inspected my package as I walked into the smelly bedroom. It was darker now and more pungent. My slave was still and peering at me through his long blonde fringe. He knew better than ask me what I had been doing. I sniffed the slimy pouch. It was foul! Sweat and piss, and I thought, maybe just the trace of sperm from the inside of his foreskin. I attached a string to it and tied it to the light fitting just above my slave's head. Lowering it carefully I managed to suspend the box just above my boi's nose. I playfully pushed and watched it swing through the air coming to rest at the same point.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!" My slave exploded. "Yeeeeeeeeees please. Oh shit, yes master you are so good to me. The smells are so hot. A man's cock has been locked in there I can tell. Can I suck that box sir?" My tortured boy's tongue shot through his lips as he tried to lick the rancid protector.
"Not yet slave. I've got other plans for you this afternoon. Your arse is so full I am going to empty you a bit then use this in you." I lifted up my new toy, a twelve-inch dildo that vibrated with three speeds. "It's what a slave boy needs for some hours to keep him ready for more good fucking. I've got more men lined up to use you tonight. Some are so bloody big that even your hot guy's big cock will be put to shame. I told them not to shower today and not to shoot any cum but they should find some boy's arses to fuck so that they have plenty of shit in their skins
I'm going to clean your arse with my tongue and fuck it down your throat. You can taste the juice you have stored up you. You told me you got your mate's cum fucked into you yesterday night, well it should be right up your teenage arse-hole, so I am going for that load."
My slave boy's nose was sniffing hard as the box flooded his head with the pungent odours. His boy-hole puckered as I rubbed it. Shit there's enough cum up here to fill a bucket I thought. My mouth descended over his greasy crack, my tongue making a familiar trail up his loose passage. The juice and sludge moved around and filled my mouth. I soon tasted his slop mixed with lots of cum. I extracted as much as I could hold and moved to his face. My boy was watching with an anxious look as I pushed the box away and pushed my mouth hard down onto his. His lips opened as I flooded his lovely mouth with the juice of his arse.
My cock needed to piss so I removed my mouth and replaced it with my still shitty dick and pissed forcefully down his throat washing the goo into his stomach.
"Suck it down slave boy. I want to feel your lips around the base of my shaft. Suck me hard, make my cock grow in your throat. I want to feel you gag as I get fully erect. You won't breathe until I get a good fat from you." I told him.
He worked hard on my prick. I felt his muscles pull at it, sucking and licking. More piss slipped out as I started to fuck my boy's mouth. His tongue slid with me as I screwed him a bit.
My cum was chasing up my tube, so I pulled out quickly.
Now for the vibrator, I knew my slave wanted to try this. Now his chance had come. I felt him a bit, moving the goo around his slim crack-hole. My vibrator was shaped like a cock with a fairly big knob. Bigger than any of the men who had used my boy's butt today I thought. Carefully pulling back his buns even further, I started pressing the huge head through his muscled ring.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, master it's so big!" He exclaimed loudly. "I've got to take it all?"
"Yea, I want to get all of this up you. Then I am going to start the motor. You will have it in your arse for most of the afternoon." I instructed him.
"Oh shit," he mumbled, "I want too, master, for you."
My fingers prodded the thick toy further. My slave's body started to sweat and his crack farted more goo as I kept thrusting. It was half way in. I tried the switch and made it vibrate slowly. This drove my boy mad. His stomach jumped up as he felt the lining of his passage shudder. It was easier to feed more into him as his body was reacting to the movement. I had three-quarters of the monster up his tight arse. His breathing was erratic as each surge of the prick excited him more.
"Oh master it's so big and so bouncy. My arse is on fire. I'm so full." He panted. "You are so good to me, I want to be good for you."
"Going to get it all up now my slave. Feel that!" I yelled slamming the last inches into him.
"Fuck yea, oh shit!!!" He screamed.
"Going to get the machine onto speed 3" I said moving the button. I felt it really throb.
My boy's body shuddered and twisted as the full impact of the onslaught took its effect. He was beyond speech, just guttural sounds scrambled from his excited lips. His bum bounced and his legs throbbed. I wondered how long my slave could take this treatment. I taped the monster to his crack and stood back to watch.
My boy's gland was being raped I reckoned as his stomach was awash with fresh boy-juice and more seemed to leak each time the plastic cock pulsated.
I felt his cummy stomach and rubbed it over his slender body. The box over his nose needed more cum I thought his! I rubbed his rich boy cream over the box and pushed it, making it swing over his face. The spunk dripped a bit landing on his lips. The vibrator was working hard and his young cock and balls seemed stretched to their limits.
My slave kept working his body. My cock was so hard as I watched him take my torture. He needed to understand who was in control here I thought. A boy of his beauty needs to be abused by men who want to fuck their dirty cocks into his cavities and force their spunky unprotected dicks to blow old man cum. I told him this as he quivered and shook with the force of my toy stuck up his arse.
The box was still leaking his cum over his lips. I dropped the string and let the whole thing ooze over his lips. He sucked it into his mouth. I watched him use it like a big all day sucker. I turned the control for the vibrator to one letting his arse have some rest. His abused body heaved and collapsed as he shat out lots of juicy arse slops.
My slave's cock was still full and leaking. I realised that the big dildo was still churning his passage and forcing more lovely fresh boy cum up his stem. I bent over to examine his nice penis and balls. The vibrator forced his gland to deliver more through his young cock-head. It exploded covering my face with another round of fresh, hot boy-spunk. I put my face against his and made him slide his cheeks against mine, rubbing his boy-juice over both of us.
I removed the dildo and the package from his arse and mouth and untied his limbs. I pushed the three pillows onto the floor and collected my slave in my arms. He was whimpering and large tears gathered around his beautiful eyes.
I lay on the bed and gathered my wonderful boy into my arms letting his abused body nestle into mine. He smelt of young-cum and his cock slowly juiced more cream over me. I spooned his body to sleep loving his cummy body against me. His regular breathing and complete trust made me so proud of my wonderful slave. I feel asleep with my boy, holding his slender body tightly against mine. My cock made a lazy drift across his perfect hole choosing to snuggle against his slimy crack. We slept.