How to Create a Fuckboy

Spent Monday evening, May 28 at the Boot. Mike was there again and after a few drinks, I let my guard down and finally told him about my nephew.

"Wow, a live-in kow. You've scored big time. Shit, what I wouldn't give to get a blow job from a little kid again."

"Well, Mike, what would you give?"

"You're not serious."

"Why the fuck not! Make me an offer." When Mike said fifty bucks, I just about spit out my beer. "Are you kidding, this is USDA certified kow we're talking about here." We negotiated a while and finally reached a mutual understanding.

When we got back to my home, Vera was still up. I ignored her glare and took Mike into my bedroom. The slave was asleep already. "Hey, Kid, wake up. We got a visitor." He woke, rubbed his eyes the cute way kids do. When he realized another man was in the room, he covered his little dick and Mike burst out laughing. "Don't be ashamed, Kid. Mike wants to see what you got. Show him your little pisser. That's it, Good boy. For a reward we're going to let you play with Mike's cock and balls, just the way you play with mine, OK?"

He was none too happy about that suggestion. Guess he didn't think of it as a real reward, but of course he said, "Yes Sir."

I stood by my bureau and watched the slave, who I'd trained so well, devour another man's meat and drink his milk. Mike was in heaven, and I was smiling my way to the bank.

On Saturday, June 2, Mike came by in the morning. Fourth time that week! After he finished with the slave, I invited him to stay for lunch. "Vera, set another place for our guest."

"He's your friend, not mine, you son of a bitch!"

I punched her in the ribs. "Not only will you make his lunch, but you will do it naked." Mike, like me, couldn't care less about a female's rug, but it still embarrassed the Hell out of Vera to have a strange man watching her prepare lunch in her birthday suit. The slave sat between Mike and me while we ate. Then Mike asked him if he wanted to play again in the bedroom. Of course, it didn't matter if he wanted to or not. As long as Mike was paying, he was going to get his money's worth.

"Hell, Mike, there's no need to make the trip all the way back to the bedroom. The boy can suck you right here. I stood beside the naked mother and made her watch another man fuck her son's face.

On Monday, with Vera at work in the evening, I thought it was a good opportunity for the slave's next lesson. I told him to get the tube of KY from my bedside table. I'd been using it to finger fuck his ass before we went to sleep. He was becoming quite accustomed to the nightly digital penetration. Not really happy about it, but resigned to it. He knew his ass was mine and I was gonna stick whatever I damn well please into it. I told him to get up on Vera's coffee table and get down on all fours like a puppy dog.

"Remember the dogs we saw having fun in the park, slave?" He wasn't sure if he remembered or not. "And the dogs you watched from the playground at school." That he did remember. "Well, you and me are going to have some fun the same way those dogs did." I began playing a CD of Eric Coates's "Dambusters March" while I applied KY to and in his hairless pink rosebud. "Dogs love to do this. And now you'll see why." I fingered him a long time, until I felt he was loosened up enough to take two fingers. He started grunting at the invasion, so I said, "You see, slave, you even sound like a happy little dog." He had to giggle, even though his asshole was hurting like Hell, and I went on about what a good puppy he was. Just seeing his tempting inviting virgin butt raised up like that was enough to give me an erection. I took some more KY and rubbed my shaft. I pressed my purple head against his pink hole. "OK, puppy, here comes the big dog!" I grabbed his hips and pushed. The grunts turned to hollers but that didn't stop me. I rammed into his hairless virgin hole. I pushed and pulled, ramming him over and over until about half my shaft was buried inside. His whole body was heaving with his cries. When I knew it was time, I pulled out and sprayed about five volleys on his naked rump and back. "Oh, yeah, wasn't that a Hell of a lot of fun, little puppy?" He just stayed there shaking. So I repeated the question to something else. "Well, Cock, wasn't that a Hell of a lot of fun?" Then in a cartoon voice, I answered, "Yes it was, I liked that a lot!"

"I-i-i'm sorry, S-s-sir." He burbled.

"Shit, slave, don't be sorry, you did fine."

"But I did something bad, Sir."

"What did you do, slave, tell me."

"I went peepee but I couldn't wait to ask permission, Sir."

I looked down under his belly at Vera's coffee table and saw a little puddle of piss. I laughed.

"Are you mad, Sir? Are you going to use your belt?"

I picked his limp body up in my arms and cradled his open butt in my hand. "No, slave, believe it or not, I can't be mad at you this time. You see, little boys got their bladders real close to their fuckholes. So when your bladder felt my big old cock pressing up against it, it said, 'Help! I'm being squeezed to death.'" Another cartoon voice. "And then it just had to go. Now, before we do this again on Uncle's bed, we'll make sure you go peepee first. You'll learn to hold it in eventually, slave. Cause you learn stuff real good. And then if you don't, then I'll use the belt."

"But I ruin the table, Sir."

"No, slave. This was just Vera's old table. No harm done. In fact, watch me." As I held him, I pointed my happy cock at the table and added my own piss to the puddle.

"I go clean it up, Sir."

"No, leave it like that. Vera can clean it up."

"Momma's gonna be mad. She'll probly hafta throw it out."

"No, slave. I won't let her. This is a very special table, slave. No matter how old you live to be, you will always remember your first fuck. And this table will always remind us of the night you lost your virginity."

The next night, the slave learned the missionary position. The next, the scissors fuck. And the next, the lap fuck. I didn't know if the position the next night even had a fuckin name! But it sure was fun experimenting.

On Friday, June 9, Mike came over. I told him the rates just went up, and explained the boy's new skills. He was thrilled and said he might have to purchase more than an hour. I was glad I already had my fuck, because after Mike was through in the middle of the night, the slave's hole was gaping so wide, I wouldn't have had any friction. Mike wondered if he could make a standing reservation for friday nights. I said, "Sure for an extra 20 bucks I'll save your time. But of course if you fail to show, I still have to charge you full price."

The next week when Mike came over, I started taking pictures. Mike kisses slave, slave sucks Mike, Mike spreads slave's legs to show camera his tight little hole, Mike fucks slave, Mike spreads slave's legs again to show a gaping hole. I downloaded the pictures to my computer and we all watched them. Mike and I got hard just seeing the images. Mike nudged my arm and pointed to the slave's dick. He had a stiffy as well!

"What are you going to do with these?" Mike asked. "Put them on the internet? I see a lot of Russian kids getting fucked."

"Fuck, I'm not going to just give these away. They gotta be worth gold. I'll find a way to sell them."

"I'd really rather you didn't show my face, Mate."

"I understand. Maybe, I ought to hide the kid's face also. The cops may check out pictures like this. Come on, let's take another round of pictures and I'll be more careful."

"OK, but first let me take some of you and the kid. Are you ready to fuck again? Don't worry, I won't get your face."

We ended up downloading about a hundred image files.

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