The Beautiful Boy
First, I worked just one finger into his asshole. I moved it in
and out, slowly at first, then picked up the pace. When he was
beginning to roll with it and moan I speeded up a little more.
On one of the out strokes I added another finger. He just rolled
more, there was no protest at all. With the two fingers working
on him, I began to rotate them, just a little at first. The third
finger soon slipped in. He shuddered, his body stiffened, he groaned,
but made of sign of wanting me to stop. The in and out rolling
movement continued, he relaxed, took it, and began to enjoy it.
With no notice, I added the fourth finger. He seemed to be primed
to take it. His groaning was turning into a deep gutteral growl.
I sped up the in out rhythm, I was also practically spinning my
hand. Now I decided it was time to go the whole way. I added my
thumb to the rest of my fingers and shoved as hard as I could.
My hand met with a lot of resistance at the wide knuckles. I pulled
the fingers out and jammed them in again, again the stopping.
His body stiffened, I worked the five fingers around until he
relaxed again. He opened his inhaler, and took two deep draws
from it. I could feel the heat surge into his ass. I pushed again,
and this time my whole hand entered the hole.
There was that terrific feeling, of damp, moist, warmth. Inside
of his asshole was like velvet. He really growled when my hand
slipped in, but I never stopped the rotating movement, I just
slowed it down, so he could get the feeling of the entire hand
moving around inside of his guts. I had to admire him, there aren't
a lot of nineteen year old, 145 pound boys who are able to take
a big man's fist into their ass, and especally not on the first
attempt.
I now had my courage up and started to work my arm into him, a
little at first, increasing it as I fucked him. Soon it was no
problem at all to be sinking my arm into his ass almost up to
my elbow. The feeling for me was great. I loved the feel of the
warmth and tightness. It felt like a long velvet glove on my arm.
He was making funny little sounds, and his head was rolling in
sheer ecstasy. I fucked my arm faster, and rolled my hand inside
of his gut, he cried, not from pain or discomfort, but from joy
and pleasure. He had a big smile on his face, he was now making
gurgling noises and tears were flowing out of his eyes. "More,
more," he whispered, as he tried to push his body against the
impaling arm. I pulled my arm out of his ass in one quick move,
there was a popping sound as it came out.
"NO!" he screamed, "Don't, Don't take it out, Please, ram it back
in, Quick, please, I need it, please." Again, with one stroke,
I drove my fingers, fist, and then arm, right in up to the elbow.
I could feel his guts spasm around my buried arm as he screamed,
"I love it... love it... love you... more... more." I decided
to do it good, so again, I pulled my whole arm all the way out.
This time, however, as soon as my fingers were out, I jammed the
whole thing back in again. One long smooth stroke from fingertips
to elbow.
Every muscle in his body drew up tight. His face twisted in passion,
he groaned and, as I watched, his cock, which had remained rock
hard through the whole thing, begin to shoot his cum. It shot
out in spasms, his cock jumping around, as if it were on a hinge.
Cum splattered his chest, his face, my face, his hair, his belly,
with the drawn up muscles, he screamed again, "I need that, I
need it".
I continued to work my arm in his body with long slow strokes.
His guts convulsed again and he gasped, "I can't, I can't I can't
hold it, it's comming out, help me, please, help me." Then it
came, a veritable fountain of piss, warm with a wonderful pungent
smell, it sprayed right at my face in a hard stream. I licked
as much of it as I could off of my lips, it tasted like warm tea,
the stream grew weaker, and I closed my mouth over his cock, which
semed to be almost dying, it was getting smaller, I gulped at
his urine, swallowing rapidly, so as not to miss much of it.
The flow stopped for a second, then his cock jerked and some more
piss poured into my mouth, and down my throat. This happened a
couple of times before he had drained himself. "Save a little
for me," he said in a hoarse voice. I kept some of it in my mouth.
Slowly I removed my arm from his ass. He sighed deeply, and shuddered
as my hand slid out of his ass. He was empty. I climbed on top
of him and kissed him. I let his piss drain from my mouth into
his. He took it eagerly, and swallowed all of it.
He looked drained, empty, content. He was beautiful lying there,
his body, with his own cum and piss all over it, glistened in
the dim light. He ran his hand over his stomach and seemed to
revel in the moisture he had created from deep within himself.
His hand spread the mixture of his fluids all over his own chest
and stomach. Then, dripping with the liquid, he put his hand on
his face, and rubbed it all over his face and hair. He licked
his fingers and rubbed his long blond hair again with his hands.
The smile on his face was a real sight to behold.
He whispered to me, "please kneel and bend over." I did as he
requested. He moved his damp body for the first time and knelt
behind me. He bent over and pressed his wet face between the cheeks
of my ass, he licked, kissed, and sucked at my asshole, I loved
it. He reached under me and took my cock in his hand. As soon
as he touched it, I started to cum. He quickly slid his body around
and took my cock in his mouth. His face grew wild as he sucked
all the cum out of me. He gobbled it down like a man on a hot
desert would gulp water. I fell back on the bed and he climbed
up on top of me, face to face. His body was still slick with the
combination of piss and cum. He wiggled around on top of me.
Our bodies made funny sounds like suction cups. We kissed, long
and passionately. He started to lick my face and then worked his
way down my neck and around my chest. He licked every bit of the
blend of piss and cum off my body. He cleaned me thoroughly with
his tongue.
Obviously, he was not yet satisfied. I reached between his legs
and took his flaccid cock in my hand. He made fucking movements
with his hips. I played with his cock, working my hand back and
forth on it. I squeezed it and he responded with a moan. "Torture
it," he whispered, "make it hurt, be cruel with it." I was a amazed.
He was so young, so beautiful, yet he wanted to be treated brutally.
As a beginning attempt to give him the pain he wanted, I took
just one of his balls in my hand and squeezed it, steadily increasing
the pressure. His cock responded by jerking to a semi-hardon.
I started to pull as I squeezed. He was sitting on his haunches
when I began, he rose up to a kneeling position, and as the pull
and pressure increased, he bent his body back, stretching until
almost all his weight was on his ball. I renewed the pressure
on his ball, and began to slap his semi hard cock. As I did, it
got harder. I took hold of the shaft of his cock, held it firmly,
and pulled the skin back until his cock bent from the strain.
His cockhead was almost purple, it looked as if it had been polished.
With my other hand I raked my fingernails over the head of his
cock several times. I grabbed the head with my nails, and dug
them into that beautiful knob hard. I dug in and pulled my nails
toward the tip at the same time, scratching his cockhead. He winced,
but accepted it. I let his cock go, it was red and throbbing.
He leaned toward me and kissed me. When we parted, he said, "Do
anything you want to me, please hurt me, I love to have it beaten
and hurt." I still couldn't believe my ears.
This fantastic young man, wanting to be tortured. Wanting to be
hurt. I was glad we were doing all of this in my place, because
I knew where everything was.
He laid down again, on his back, his cock sticking up half hard.
I kissed it then took it in my mouth, I sucked it a little and
he moaned. Suddenly I sank my teeth into it and scraped them down
the whole length of his cock. I opened my mouth slightly, just
enough to pass over the ridge, then closed it again, holding the
tender, sensitive head between my teeth. I started to close my
teeth. I bit hard on the head of his cock. I applied more and
more pressure, until I was really biting down, he gave no resistance.
His hands grabbed my head and held it where it was. I took the
cue from him and started to chew on his cockhead. I chewed hard,
and he held on. After a while I quit chewing and let his cock
drop from my mouth. I got up off of the bed. I walked to the bathroom
to get a small enema bottle out of the cabinet. I filled it with
cold water, replaced the nozzle, and returned to the bedroom.
He was still lying there, naked and beautiful.
I knelt on the bed, took his cock in my left hand and squeezed
slightly, as I pulled back. This had the effect of opening his
piss slit. The edges of his slit looked like lips, waiting to
be kissed. I resisted the kiss and placed the end of the nozzle
between those gorgeous lips. With a slight rotary motion, I began
to push on the bottle. Slowly, the tip sank into his cock. I pushed
harder and his body stiffened, but he still didn't resist. The
nozzle of the bottle slid in. Finally, I had the entire thing
in his cock. Gently, I began to squeeze the bottle, cold water
flowed from the bottle into his cock. I applied more pressure
to the bottle until the entire contents had been emptied into
his cock. Then, with the nozzle still inserted, I opened a drawer
of my nightstand and removed a piece of rawhide. I tied a slip
knot in it and looped it around the head of his cock. As I removed
the nozzle, I could tightened the rawhide around the head of his
cock. With the leather keeping him from pissing out the water,
his cock became as hard as a piece of steel. With the long end
of the rawhide strip, I pulled his cock down between his legs,
and tied the end to his big toe. This kept his cock from standing
up, it was tied parallel to the bed. Again, I went to the drawer,
this time I took out a candle and a book of matches. I lit the
candle and let it burn for awhile. Soon a small pool of wax appeared
around the flame. His eyes grew wide as he watched every move
I made. His face took on the look of utter passion.
I tipped the candle and dripped some of the hot melted wax onto
his stretched cock, I started dripping it into his bush of light
hair, then slowly moved down the shaft, ending with the wax dripping
on the head of his piece of meat.
I must say, he was more than able to take it, as a matter of fact,
he appeared to be loving every bit of it. I held his cock, now
almost completely covered with cooling wax, in my left hand, with
two of my fingers I opened his piss-slit and let some fresh, hot
wax drop on the exposed tender inner membrane, he sobbed, with
a reflex motion he tried to pull away. I stopped dripping the
wax, be he reached for my hand with his, and made it clear he
did not want me to stop. So I laid his cock on his belly and proceeded
to drip the hot wax on the tender underside of his cock. I even
let a good bit of it drip on his balls, they tightened up in their
sac, and almost disappeared into his body, trying to retreat from
the heat and pain. Having waxed him sufficiently, I began to peel
the cooled hardened wax off of him, this naturally took a good
deal of his hair along with the wax.
Little gasps came form his mouth, as I pulled more wax and hair.
It hurt me to pull the hardened wax off the hard of his cock.
Under the wax the flesh was red, angry looking, even a little
swollen. His cock remained almost totally hard. Again I slapped
it viciously with my hand, it responded by hardening even more.
I took the piece of rawhide, placed it under his balls, tied a
knot at the base of his cock and pulled it tight. With the two
ends I looped back under his balls and knotted it again. I crisscrossed
the leather and repeated the tying. It was as if I were lacing
a pair of shoes. I tied until the balls were straining in their
bag, then proceeded to tie the rest of his cock, including the
head. This had the effect of a splint, and made is cock rigid
and inflexible.
His balls were tied to his cock and pushed as far down into their
sac as they would go. I knew it hurt badly, because I had had
it done to me. He was just clenching his teeth as a fine sheen
of perspiration began to appear on his face, and at his armpits.
With his cock held rigid in its leather casing, I proceeded to
slap it.
I was anything but gentle with it. I hit it as hard as I could.
First one side, then the other. He was really feeling pain, because
the lacing of the leather would dig into his cock every time it
moved, and the way I was pummeling it, it was moving plenty. By
now the head was turning deep blue, almost purple. It was a beautiful
sight to behold.
I now realized that I had to piss badly. I didn't want to leave
him there alone on the bed while I went to the bathroom, so I
crawled up on the bed until I was kneeling astride his head. I
grabbed his blond hair with my hands and pulled his face up so
my cock would go into his mouth. I tugged at his hair, and told
him he was going to get a good drink. My cock was now deep into
his mouth, I let the piss go a little bit at first, clenching
my bladder muscles to control the flow. In bursts the piss shot
into his mouth, when he swallowed, I let him have some more, he
swallowed again, then I let it flow, he gulped, and gagged, and
gulped again. He managed to get the most of it down his throat.
Some of my piss ran out of his mouth down both sides of his face
and through his hair.
The lacing had been on his cock for quite some time, so I decided
it was time to take it off. I began to unlace it. This was even
more painful than putting it on. I wasn't gentle. I deliberately
abused his cock while I untied and removed the rawhide. When the
entire thing was off, his cock was still hard. Now I decided it
was time for the ultimate test. I took from the nightstand a plastic
box. When I had it near him, I let him see it. It was a small
clear plastic box filled with long, stainless steel pins. They
had round black balls on one end, and very sharp points on the
other. I opened the box, removed one of the pins and showed it
to him. Holding the pin in my right hand, I took a piece of the
flesh on his cock, with my left hand, squeezed it hard, and with
one quick move drove the pin right through the piece of flesh
I was holding.
Rapidly, I did this with about six pins. I then moved up and drove
one pin, just through the flesh and out again, right above his
pubic hair, then another and another and another. His cock stayed
rock hard, his breathing turned to gasping, he croaked out, "More,
through my cock, through the head, more, a lot more," Without
hesitating, I pushed one pin right through his hard cock, he yelled,
a piercing, cold yell. I pushed another through his cock, at right
angles to the one already in. He yelled again, it was difficult
for me to do, but I managed to screw up enough courage to push
one pin right through the head of his cock.
His body immediately went limp. I looked at his beautiful face,
tears were pouring out of his tightly closed eyes. His body was
a limp as a rag. His cock though, was still standing hard. I kissed
him, he kissed me in return, then he whispered, so quietly I could
barely hear him, "My tits, please, please do my tits, I want my
tits to hurt."
I took his left tit in my mouth and licked it. I bit the nipple,
it hardened between my teeth. I let it go, took a pin, pulled
it with my other hand, and drove the pin right through the nipple.
The process was repeated with his right tit. The pin slid in one
side and out the other without any trouble.
He just lay there, with all the pins through his flesh. His cock
was throbbing, he lifted his head and looked down at his body.
While he was looking I took a large dildo, greased it, and with
one shove drove it all the way up his ass.
With no one touching his cock, and both of us looking at it, he
came. His cum shot out so hard it splashed on his face, all down
his chest and stomach.
He was spent. Quickly, deftly, I removed the pins. He jerked as
each one was removed. When the last pin came out of the head of
his cock I too, felt spent, but I still had a load of cum to get
rid of, so I began to jack myself off.
"Don't," he said, "put it in my ass, fuck me with it, put your
cum inside me, I want it".
I lifted his legs, took out the dildo, and replaced it with my
cock. It only took a couple of strokes to get me off. I shot my
cum into him and then collapsed on top of his slender body.
Softly he whispered, "I love you, keep me always. I want to be
yours, I love you".
We slept. We have been together, doing these things for six years
now. We both are in love.
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