THE CHILD MOLESTER & LITTLE GEOFF

BY IAGO

[ part 1 ]

This story is fiction. It is the result of my imagination and is meant to Be read by adults who enjoy violent sex involving men and boys. If this is Not your scene does read it. I am not advocating those readers Go out and enact any of the scenes that I describe. I repeat it is fiction Only. If you are able to handle these types of story read and enjoy.

Roger sat in front of his Personal Computer staring blankly at the screen his mind being miles away. He was thinking to himself that he really needed to get some action soon. He was bored, he was stagnating. It had been at least three years since last he had fucked a boy.

Since that time he had taken to reading stories about men forcing boys to have sex which were posted on ASSGM but now he was finding that such stories were no longer getting him aroused. He knew that what he really needed was a boy.

Roger was thirty-eight years old, brown haired with blues eyes and a thin looking face. He was slightly built and could best be summed up as being nondescript in appearance. He was very happy to be so, it meant that people did not notice him as he went about his business and this suited his purposes very well.

He had raped his first boy victim when he was nineteen and had been doing it off and on ever since. In all he had raped sixteen boys over those years. But for the last three years he had controlled himself.

Three years ago he had almost been caught in the act and it had scared the shit out of him. Memories fade over the years and Roger was now recalling the good times that he had with those boys. He knew that he must do something about it. He could not continue like this.

"Damn it, this bloody heat" he thought to himself as he got up to get a beer from the fridge. He sat in the cool kitchen drinking the beer and came to a decision. He would go for a drive and see what he could find.

Roger liked young boys. Under nine years but preferably younger. Seven years old was ideal.

He loved to see the look of fear in their eyes as they began to realize that they might be in trouble.

He loved to feel their small hot hands around his hard cock. Some of them had fingers so small that they could not grasp his cock in one hand. He made boys like that use both hands to rub his stiff cock.

He loved to make them open their small mouths and to see their little pink tongues within. He got such pleasure from sticking his big dick into their sweet hot mouths, watching those mouths being stretched to their limits. "God these thoughts are making me so horny" he thought as he rubbed his cock through his denim trousers.

But one last thought, how he loved to fuck their tight little ass holes. It always amazed him that he could force his cock into such tiny places but he had never failed yet.

He licked his lips as he remembered the youngest boy that he had fucked. A lad four years old. He had been twenty-five at the time but had still got his cock into the boy's anus and had the best fuck of his life. The boy had shrieked with pain but that had been music to Roger's ears.

Roger now decided that he would go out for a drive and see what was about. "I am not going to pick up anyone" he told himself, "all I am doing is seeing whether any young boy's are around."

He went to the bedroom and put on a tee shirt, up to now he had been naked from waist up. He looked at himself in the mirror. "Just an average guy" he thought, "who will remember me. Tee shirt, light blue denims and desert boots. Nothing special about that."

Picking up his car keys he locked his house and took his car from the garage. A blue Toyota Corolla of which there were hundreds of thousands on the roads.

Everything about Roger was ordinary. He did not wish to draw attention to himself.

He decided to drive the one hundred miles to the coast. If he did find a boy, and he was not looking for one, it would be better not to pick him up in his own home territory. So many things to think of but a pedophile had to be so very careful these days.

Once he had got in the vicinity of the coast he decided to drive along the less popular areas. If he could find a boy he did not want a lot of people around to thwart him. Eventually he parked his car near some bushes. It would only be seen by people walking past it and, from past knowledge, he knew that this was unlikely.

Very few people passed this way. But it was the sort of place that a boy on holiday a little bored and at a loose end, might wander to. There were inviting cliffs and fallen rocks together with the odd cave.

Roger made his way down to the pebble beach and sat close up against the cliffs. He had a reasonable view from either direction and had already noticed that there was an entrance to a cave close by.

"Yes" he thought "if I do not take the kid home with me I can take him into the cave.

In fact Roger would prefer to take his victim to his isolated home. It did mean a long drive to get him there and then another long drive to dump him miles from his house. But once indoors he had no fear of being discovered whilst raping the boy. That was the risk that he took using the nearby cave. He would not be able to see anybody coming and the boy's cries might be overheard.

All of these thoughts added to Roger's enjoyment. He got aroused just trying to decide where he would rape his victim. "Yes" he mused, "there is a lot more in raping a young boy than just sticking your cock up his ass. You have to know exactly how and where you will do it."

By now about an hour had passed and not a soul had come along. The sun was very hot, it was now three o'clock in the afternoon, and Roger felt very drowsy. "I'll stay a little longer" he thought, "and then fuck off home, there's always tomorrow and somewhere else to try."

A little after three-thirty Roger heard footsteps on the pebbles and opening his eyes he could see a short distance away a young boy approaching. The child was carrying a long stick, which he was using like a walking stick, and every now and then he would prod the stick among the pebbles as if looking for something.

He was very preoccupied with what he was doing and did not notice Roger sitting nearby.

Roger licked his lips hardly believing in his good fortune. The boy looked six, maybe seven, years old. He had close cropped red brown hair and was no more than four feet 3 inches tall and weighed about fifty-five pounds. There did not appear to be anybody else with the child.

As the boy drew level with Roger he was still turning the pebbles with his stick not noticing anything around him.

"Hello son" Roger said "and what are you up to then?"

The boy looked up very startled. Roger could now see that he had deep blue eyes and lovely tanned face with an upturned nose and dimples in his cheeks. He looked real cute.

"I'm looking for spider crabs mister" the lad replied, adding with a cheeky smile "but I haven't found any yet."

"Oh and what will you do with them if you do find any?" Roger asked smiling his most friendly smile.

"I will put them in this bottle and take them home" the boy said producing a small jar that he had been carrying. "I will keep them as pets" he added. "That's a good idea," Roger said. "Would you like a sweet?" he asked the boy taking two from his pocket.

The lad came over to the man and said, "Thank you very much" as he took the sweet unwrapped it and popped it into his lovely little mouth. Roger put the other sweet into his own mouth.

"And what is your name?" Roger asked.

"Geoff" was the reply.

"That's a nice name. I bet that you are eight years old" Roger said. "How much you want to bet?" Geoff asked cheekily.

"How about if I'm wrong I give you another sweet and if I am right I have to find a spider crab for you?" Roger asked.

"It's a deal," the young kid said sticking out his hand. "Shake on it" he said.

Roger's heart was thumping as he stuck out his right hand and took hold of the young boy's little hand and shook it. Just the feel of that warm little hand in his sent tremors through his body.

"I am six years old and will be seven in three weeks time" the lad announced proudly.

"Well young Geoff now six and soon to be seven I had better give you your winnings" Roger said laughing. "Here you are, another sweet."

"Thank you very much mister" the boy said politely.

"Geoff" Roger said, "I have something that I would like to show you because you are a polite boy. It is very special and I keep it in the back of my car. Would you like to see it?"

"What is it mister?" Geoff asked his curiosity aroused.

"I cannot tell you, it has to be a surprise," Roger said "my car is only at the top of this cliff and I can carry you up there. I will bring you back down after you have seen my special surprise."

What little boy could resist such an invitation? Roger knew boys very well and was certain that Geoff would agree to his proposal.

"Come on Geoff I'll carry you on my shoulders up the cliff" Roger said encouragingly and bending down lifted Geoff over his head and on to his back with his legs hanging down over his shoulders.

Geoff was laughing and took hold of Roger's head whilst Roger had the great pleasure of holding the boy firmly by his small legs. He started off up the cliff with Geoff safely on his shoulders.

Nobody was around to notice this pair.

"Where is your mummy?" Roger asked as he was climbing the gentle path up the cliff.

"Further up the beach where it is sandy" Geoff replied. "Mummy knows where I am" he added, "I often come along this pebble beach looking for crabs and things. I must go back to her when the tide starts to turn." Roger thought to himself "Yes we will see about that my boy" but said aloud "It looks as if that will not be long now the tide appears to be at its lowest."

They got to the car. Roger had a look around and saw that nobody was in sight. He opened the boot of his car and Geoff stood on tiptoe to look in. Roger stood behind him and said "Close your eyes Geoff and don't open them until I tell you to or you will spoil the surprise."

The boy closed his eyes tight. Roger reached into the car and took out a thick woolen sack and placed it over the boy's head at the same time lifting and pushing him into the cargo hold.

The sack had a drawer string around the open end and Roger pulled this tight around the boy's waist where the sack reached. Geoff's head and upper body including his arms were now encased in this thick sack. Muffled cries from the poor boy could be heard. Roger shut the trunk lid and now the cries could barely be heard.

He had a last look around, nobody about. Getting into his car he began the journey home with his prize safely stowed away. He was not worried that the boy might suffocate. The air could get through the fabric of the sack and he had drilled a few holes into the boot so that a steady supply of air circulated inside the cargo hold.

It was not the first time that he had brought a boy home this way and would not, he hoped, be the last.

The drive home took two and a half-hours. He did not want to be stopped by the police so had driven very carefully. It was now almost seven o'clock at night and he was sure that the boy would have been reported as missing by now. He was equally as certain that he had left no clues.

As I have mentioned Roger's home was in a very isolated position. The nearest house to him was over a mile away and all around was farmland. There was no danger to him from nosy neighbors and, as his house was not on a main road, little danger from passer byes noticing anything amiss.

He had always kept himself to himself not wishing to encourage anyone to take an interest in him. His way of life was much better kept very secret. He parked his car in his garage and then unlocked and opened the door to his house. Going back to the garage he opened his boot and lifted the hooded figure of the boy out of the car. Hefting the boy over his shoulder he carried him into the house and dumped him on the living room floor.

Leaving Geoff lying there, his pitiful cries penetrating the woolen sack, Roger went outside and closed the trunk of his car, locked the garage door and returned indoors where he locked the door of the house.

With eager anticipation Roger returned to the living room where the boy had scrambled to his feet and was trying to find his way out of the room. This was not easy, as the poor lad could see nothing through the thick material. Roger crossed quickly to where Geoff was stumbling around and said "stand still boy whilst I take this sack off you." He untied the rope from round Geoff's waist and opening the sack pulled it up and over the child's head casually tossing it into a corner of the room.

Geoff blinked his eyes rapidly in the bright light after the total darkness in which he had been for the last few hours. He began to cry and ask for his mummy.

Roger sat down in a chair and pulled young Geoff onto his lap. "Stop that noise now Geoff you will see your mummy soon," he said.

Geoff cried all the louder still sobbing for his mother. "Geoff" Roger said a note of exasperation in his voice "I told you to stop that noise and I meant it. Now shut up."

As Roger spoke his hands were stroking young Geoff's bare brown legs. One hand on either leg as the boy sat in his lap with his legs on either side of Roger's.

Roger lowered his head and began to kiss Geoff on his neck as he continued to stroke his legs. Geoff moved his head away from the man's lips but Roger was not deterred.

He removed one of his hands from Geoff's legs and used it to push the boy's head back into a position that he was again able to kiss his neck. His other hand was moving slowly, very slowly along the boy's upper leg.

Roger's fingers now disappeared underneath the material of Geoff's short trousers. He slowly pushed his hand further up the lad's leg until he could feel the boy's groin. All the while he was kissing and nuzzling Geoff's neck whilst Geoff continued to squirm and cry.

"Hush my little darling" Roger crooned "I love you. I won't hurt you sweet boy." As he spoke these words his fingers were moving between the tight elastic of the boy's underpants and the lad's skin. Now Roger's fingers were able to feel the child's small cock and a happy smile crossed his face. "Geoff that feels like a lovely cock you have, I am going to enjoy sucking that so much."

Geoff was too young to understand what this man was talking about. He did not like the way he was kissing his neck and he most certainly did not like the way he was touching his pee-pee but poor Geoff was too innocent to realize that he was about to be sexually assaulted.

"Dear little boy" Roger whispered "we are going to have such fun together. I think we will go to the bedroom it will be better there. But first you may want something to eat, are you hungry?"

Despite his fear Geoff had to admit that he was starving and also badly wanted a drink. He had not eaten since lunchtime and that was only a snack. So Roger prepared a supper for them both, which they ate together in silence. Geoff had a large glass of milk whilst Roger had a pint of beer. After the meal Roger cleared the table, washed up and declared that they should now go to the bedroom.

He lifted Geoff into his arms and carried the boy up the stairs.

Once again Geoff began to cry for his mummy but Roger ignored his grief. In fact he was quite amused that the boy should still be crying for the impossible. "Oh well" he thought "he will have something more to cry about soon. I bet he will be a real good screamer."

Roger lowered young Geoff gently to the floor and then sat himself down in a cane chair. "Geoff do you know how to get undressed?" he asked.

Through his tear stained eyes Geoff looked at him and replied "yes".

"That's good my boy" Roger said with a smile. "Now stand in front of me and take off your clothes ready for bed."

"I want to go home I don't want to be here" Geoff wailed "please take me home I want my mummy" he cried.

"TAKE OFF YOUR CLOTHES NOW Geoff" Roger shouted in a very loud voice, so loud that the boy cringed in fear. But he began to obey.

Standing in front of the leering leech Geoff began slowly to pull his tee shirt up over his head. Holding it in his hands he asked in a broken voice "where shall I put it?"

"Throw it over here" Roger said all the while keeping his eyes glued on the little boy drinking in the sight of his smooth totally hairless but beautifully tanned body. Geoff's little chest had two lovely little pink nipples and Roger was licking his lips at the thought of trying to nibble on those small buttons.

He caught the shirt that the boy tossed to him his eyes still fixed on the lad.

Geoff knelt down to unbuckle his sandals. He took them off and kicked them over to Roger. The boy was not wearing socks so he stood up once again. He licked his lips fearfully and said, "have I got to take my shorts off mister?"

"Do you normally go to bed with your shorts on Geoff?" Roger asked in reply. "No mister, but I want to go home. I don't want to stop here," the poor bewildered lad said.

"Geoff you are remaining here tonight and however long after that I decide" Roger said sternly. "You must stop asking to go home and just do as you are told. I am being very patient with you at the moment but my patience is reaching breaking point. Now get undressed. I want all your clothes off and no further argument. DO YOU UNDERSTAND?" The last being shouted loudly at the poor boy.

Geoff was still crying but decided that he had better obey this man. He still had no idea who the man was apart from the fact that he had been friendly on the beach. Young Geoff was scared and bewildered.

He unbuttoned the front cloth belt on his shorts and then unbuttoned the four fly buttons one by one. The front of his shorts fell open and the blue of his underpants could be seen underneath. He let go of the waistband of his shorts and they fell around his feet. He kicked first one foot loose of them and then the other. Bending down he picked his shorts up and held them out to the man. Roger took them and placed them on a chair with the boy's tee shirt.

Young Geoff was now standing in front of Roger clad only in a skimpy pair of blue underpants. His lovely legs were now revealed in their full glory almost up to the boy's groin. Like the rest of his body they were nicely tanned to a point where the legs of his shorts had ended. From that point to the underpants the boy's legs were a pinky white. Again, like the rest of his young body his legs were devoid of any body hair.

Roger licked his lips in eager anticipation as Geoff fidgeted in front of him. First the boy rubbed his left leg with his right foot and then he rubbed his right leg with his left foot. For a few minutes he stood with both feet on the ground until, once again, resuming his nervous rubbing of first one leg and then the other. Roger was enjoying watching the boy balancing on one leg as he carried out this maneuver.

"Now take your pants off" Roger ordered.

As Geoff always took off all his clothes before going to bed he was not too worried about this order. He did not like getting undressed like this in front of a stranger but the man was an adult so young Geoff, six years old, thought that it must be okay.

He took hold of his pants at the waist and lowered them down. First down his upper legs then down his lower legs until, bending forward, he had them round his ankles. He lifted one foot out of the pants and then other foot. Once again he tossed his pants to the man who placed them with his other clothes. Now Geoff was standing in front of Roger in all his naked glory. And what a sight he was to be sure.

His little boy cock was just over an inch in length and circumcised. His very teeny balls, almost non-existent hung tight to his body. Not a sign of any hair was apparent on the silky white skin that had been concealed by the boy's pants.

"Turn round Geoff and face the bed" the man said hoarsely "come on boy turn round now" he went on keen to see how the boy's bottom might look.

Geoff turned to face the bed. He had no idea what was happening.

Normally, having undressed, he would put his pj's on and jump into his bed. But there were no pj's for him here and the man did not want him to get into bed. His young untarnished mind could not reason this out.

Geoff turned and faced the bed. Now Roger could see the most perfect pair of pure white unblemished cheeks of an ass that he had ever seen. They had a very slight mound and both dipped gently into the boy's dividing crack. The lad's tanned back curved inwards and then, just before joining the ass, curved gently out again like a long inverted arc. Geoff's back was nicely tanned but the tan faded into pinky white flesh where the waistband of the shorts began. That pinky flesh quickly gave way to the pure white flesh of the boy's delicious ass, which was normally covered by both his shorts and his pants.

Roger knew that he was going to enjoy fucking such a beautiful ass. He could hardly contain his excitement.

"Get on the bed and sit up looking at me" Roger ordered and Geoff quickly obeyed.

Roger now rose from the chair in which he had been sitting and removed his sweatshirt. Geoff watched without speaking.

Roger bent down and unlaced and removed his desert boots and then his socks. Still Geoff watched without speaking.

Now Roger unzipped his denim trousers and quickly removed them leaving him standing in front of the boy in only his boxer shorts. The boxer shorts appeared to have a tent pole inside the front of them caused by the hard erection that Roger had been sporting for so long now. Still Geoff watched without speaking but now a frown, almost a puzzled look, was on the young boy's face.

Roger slowly removed his boxer shorts closely watching Geoff's face the whole time. He eased the waistband of the shorts over his large erection and then lowered them around his ankles and from off his feet tossing them over to where the rest of his clothes lay.

Now Roger stood in front of the boy with his cock hard and erect. Geoff's deep blue eyes were wide open, as was his mouth. His face had both a startled and frightened look and his body was beginning to tremble and shake.

Roger's cock, hard, was seven inches in length and just under two inches thick. It was circumcised and the purple head was throbbing and oozing precum from it's slit. Beneath this long tool hung a pair of heavy balls and a thick bush of hair surrounded the whole.

"Well Geoff do you like what you see" Roger asked in a thick voice.

"I want to go home to mummy" Geoff wailed, "I don't want to stay here, I don't like you mister. Please take me home to mummy."

"Okay Geoff" Roger said. "Now you are six years old soon to be seven so you are quite old enough to understand what I am going to say. You are staying here with me and I do not want you to call me 'mister' anymore. You will call me Uncle Roger, do you understand that?"

"Will not" Geoff replied "you're not my uncle and I won't call you uncle. Take me home to mummy please."

"Geoff you are a fucking stupid little boy and you will make me angry. Now call me Uncle Roger or else I will put you over my knees and slap your fucking behind. You had better get used to the idea that when I tell you to do something you do it. I hope that I have not brought a spoilt little brat to my nice home. NOW CALL ME UNCLE ROGER." the last being shouted.

Gradually into that sweet little innocent head the realization was dawning that he was in real trouble. This angry man might hurt him. Young Geoff decided upon safety first.

"Please Uncle Roger will you take me home to mummy?" Geoff asked.

Roger stood looking at the boy and a feeling of exasperation filled him. Why would the little fucker not listen to him? Roger had told him enough times that he was staying here and not going home to his mummy just yet. Yet the boy would not accept it. Roger decided that he had better teach the young lad a lesson in obedience straight away. Otherwise he would have the kid continually whining about wanting to go home to mummy.

Roger sat on the cane chair. He thought to himself that he might just enjoy bringing some color to the young boy's cheeks even if it was being done from a sense of duty. Boys had to be taught obedience and if the teacher enjoyed giving the lesson then, let's face it; he was more likely to give a good lesson.

"Come over here Geoff" Roger said quietly.

Geoff got off the bed and walked across to the sitting figure. "Yes Uncle Roger" he said politely, "what do you want me to do?"

Roger laughed grimly. "I want you to obey me boy that's what I want," he said, getting up from the chair "Now lay across the chair face down and do it now." Geoff looked confused but did not move other than to put his thumb in his mouth and begin sucking it.

Roger grabbed hold of the boy by his shoulder and forced him down on the chair He quickly moved him so that the boy's middle was over the chair seat Geoff's head and shoulders hung down one side off the chair and his little legs stuck out the other side.

Roger picked up his trousers and pulled out his belt. He doubled it and waved it in front of terrified little boy.

"Geoff I am going to whip you because you are disobedient. When I say that you are staying here I mean it and you will not ask me to take you home to your mummy. If you do ask me to do that, then every time that you ask this will happen" and as Roger spoke those last words he brought the belt crashing down on the bare cheeks of the boy's ass.

Geoff let out a loud howl of pain and surprise as the belt came crashing down for a second time. Where the first blow had been struck the boy's buttock was turning a bright red and this was now happening where the second blow was struck.

"Naughty disobedient boys get whipped " Roger said as he struck Geoff's ass once, twice, three times and then four. Geoff was screaming at the top of his reedy unbroken voice.

"Stop, stop you're hurting me, please stop. Don't hit me mister please, please stop" the boy was begging between his screams and amid floods of tears.

"There you go again, I told you to call me Uncle Roger not mister and still you disobey" and yet further blows of his belt landed on the crying boy's behind.

Both cheeks of his hitherto pure white ass were now a brilliant red as Roger laid into the disobedient little boy.

Thwack, thwack, thwack. Three more heavy blows of Roger's belt on the poor screaming boy's ass.

"Will you be a good boy now and call me Uncle Roger and not ask me to take you back to your mummy?" Roger asked.

"Yes, yes Uncle Roger I will be good I promise" Geoff cried.

"And what mustn't you do?" Roger asked.

"I must not ask you to take me home to mummy" Geoff said in a heart rendering tearful voice "but Uncle Roger I want to go home to mummy" the poor unhappy boy could not help adding.

Thwack, thwack, thwack, thwack. This time four more heavy blows landed on those bright red cheeks.

"You will not fucking learn" Roger snarled. "You will not ask me to take you home to your mummy. You will not mention your mummy again. Now is that fucking clear to you or do I have to whip the living daylights out of you?" "No please Uncle Roger don't hit me again, I'll be very good I promise" Geoff cried. He had never felt such pain as was coming from his bottom right now. Never had the boy been given a whipping in his life before. He would have promised the earth to the man to get him to stop hitting his poor sore behind.

"What must you not do Geoff?" Roger asked again.

"I must not ask you to take me home to mummy" Geoff replied. He did not add the words that were in his heart much as he wanted to. He was realizing that he must do what this cruel man, Uncle Roger, wanted.

Geoff had never been so unhappy in all of his six short years of life. Roger picked the boy up and sat down on the chair. He put Geoff on his lap. His cock was still very hard and pressing into the young boy's own private parts. Roger loved that feeling and decided that he might just as well have a little fun with Geoff's sweet ass hole.

He licked the first finger of his hand and rubbed it down the crack dividing the cheeks of the boy's ass. As his finger moved along that narrow crevice he stopped at the anus. His finger pressed against the little pink puckered hole but the sphincter kept it firmly closed.

Roger did not mind he moved his finger on down the crevice towards the weenie little balls that lay tight against his little loves body. As his finger came into contact with those yet unformed balls he moved his hand around them to feel young Geoff's one inch cock.

So long, so long since he had been able to play with a young boy. He sighed as his hand gently squeezed the whole of Geoff's private parts. Roger thought to himself how lucky he had been to find this little cutie.

Poor Geoff was frozen with fear. No one, not his mother or his father or anyone else had touched him like this. Even though he was a very young boy he knew instinctively that what was happening was a bad thing. But he was quite helpless against this big man. A man who was prepared to whip him if he did not obey him.

Roger now decided that the bed would be much more comfortable for them both than the chair. He felt that Geoff had learned his lesson and would now be much easier to handle. He gently pushed the boy from his lap because, although Roger was a pedophile, he was not a cruel man. At least he was not cruel unless the cruelty was part of a sexual act or he felt in the mood to discipline a boy.

"Get back onto the bed Geoff" Roger said and the young boy obeyed him immediately. He clambered back onto the bed and lay on his back staring fearfully at Roger.

Roger now got onto the bed and lay beside the small boy. He leaned over Geoff and pushed the boy's head onto the mattress. Then he lowered his own head down towards Geoff and kissed him on the lips. Geoff tried to move his head away but Roger held his face cupped in both of his hands and kissed him much harder on his lovely cherry red lips. He pushed his tongue against the boy's clenched teeth as his hard lips pressed against the much softer lips of his young desire.

Geoff opened his mouth in order to take a breath and Roger's tongue immediately gained entrance. He held the boy's face in both his hands as he forced his tongue deep into the boy's mouth. He explored Geoff's tongue, the roof of his mouth the inside of his cheeks and the back of his throat. His tongue greedily licked on any part of the interior of the lad's mouth with which it came into contact. Roger loved the taste of the young boy and just could not get enough of it.

He now sucked on Geoff's small pink tongue savoring the fresh taste of that piece of flesh. Then once again he kissed the young and very confused boy hard on his sweet red lips.

"Geoff I love you so much, you are a beautiful boy" Roger whispered.

Geoff did not know what to do. He was very frightened and confused. Both his mummy and daddy kissed him frequently but never like this. He had never been kissed this way before and some instinct told him that what was happening was very naughty. But he was at the mercy of this man, Uncle Roger, and he knew that he would be whipped if he were disobedient. He would have to obey and when he went back home he would say a special prayer to say he was sorry for doing naughty things.

Now Roger raised his body and looked down at the small prone boy on his bed. He again leaned over the lad but this time he sucked first on one very small pink nipple and then on the other. He tried to nip them with his teeth but both nipples were tight against Geoff's chest. Roger licked a finger and rubbed one of the boy's little nipples with it and now that nipple began to stand out straight, still very small but just long enough for Roger to nip with his teeth.

He gave a little bite and Geoff jumped and said "ouch" at the sudden sharp sensation. Roger meantime rubbed the other nipple achieving the same result. As it stood out from Geoff's chest he took it in his teeth and held it tight.

"Ouch" Geoff cried again and this time added, "please don't do that Uncle Roger it hurts."

But Roger was not interested in such minor matters. He wanted to enjoy this boy's body. Now he moved his teeth first to one nipple then to the other. Biting each and pulling it in his teeth. Geoff began to cry more from fear than pain but Roger did not mind this. He found the noise rather soothing as he enjoyed biting on these lovely little nipples.

Again he rose from off the boy and looked down at the crying lad. "Geoff you are lovely, I am going to have such fun with you tonight" he said. His eyes now traversed down the boy's body stopping at his little belly button. It was quite a deep sunken hole for such a young lad. In the bottom looking rather like the top of a sea shell could be seen the curl of the button itself, brown on top but showing white around the sides where the hole protected it from the suns rays.

Roger leaned down over the boy once more. He poked out his long tongue and licked Geoff's belly button. Then he kissed it, sucked at it and licked it once more. He placed his open mouth hard against the boy's tummy covering the belly button completely. His tongue poked and probed that little hole as Roger enjoyed the wonders of such clean fresh flesh. He loved boy's so much, how could he have left them alone for three long years? Now he continued licking down Geoff's hairless tummy towards his private parts. His tongue for the first time came into contact with Geoff's small penis. He licked it tentatively as his heavy body pinned the boy to the mattress so that he was unable to move. He licked around and over the one inch penis and managed to get just a little taste of boy piss from it's slit. Such bliss to have a wonderful toy like this to play with.

Roger now adjusted his position on the little boy so that he was lying length ways to the lad. His own crotch was level with the boy's head as he now took hold of Geoff's cock with two of his fingers. Leaning his head down close to the boy's groin he took the little penis and even smaller tight balls into his mouth with one big gulp. He closed his mouth on these little jewels and began to suck hard at them. Roger thought that he would never let this lovely cock out of his mouth again. But he did. Once more he held the cock between two fingers and this time sucked on the very small cock head. He sucked and chewed that

flap of skin causing young Geoff to squeal and yelp. He tickled the boy around the base of his cock and then began to rub the sensitive end of the boy's penis. All of this attention had the desired affect. Geoff's penis began to stiffen and to grow from one inch to one and a quarter and then two inches it grew and Roger sucked greedily up and down the thin but hard shaft. Geoff continued to lie on his back frozen rigid. As Roger sucked and slurped at the boy's rigid little penis Geoff was too frightened even to make a sound.

The boy had never in his life been subjected to this type of treatment. The feel of Uncle Roger's (yes he was now thinking of him as Uncle Roger) mouth on his pee-pee was not unpleasant to the boy. But Geoff knew that what Uncle Roger was doing was very naughty and he did not wish to be part of it. Unfortunately Geoff also knew that there was little that he could do about this. Uncle Roger was in charge and he must obey him. Poor Geoff how he wished that he was back home safe in his mummies arms not lying here with this man who was doing naughty things to his body. Gradually a strange feeling started percolating through him. It centered on his pee-pee and felt a little bit like before he had to go to bathroom, but much stronger, and felt nicer. Before too long the nice feeling had transformed itself into the most incredible sensations he had ever know.

It was getting stronger, and he didn't know what it was. He felt a little scared, but he didn't want it to stop. His breathing started to match the man's slurps

Coming in short little gasps.

"Uh Uh Uh Uh Uh Uh...."

Roger heard the little sounds escaping from this little boy He saw how her breathing became more rapid. He could feel his little penis pulse in his his mouth. He was knew he was about to give the little boy his first orgasm.. Geoff started to move his head from side to side. His silky blond hair spreading out around his head. His skinny ribs rose and fell as his panted. His knees moved in and out with his stroke of the man's tongue on his penis, Geoff didn't know what was happening. Something was going to happen but he didn't know what. His entire being was now wrapped around the end of his penis. He wasn't aware of his head jerking back and forth on the bed or how his sore behind was rubbing furiously against the sheets. Suddenly Geoff's body jerked straight up. "AAHHOOW AHHAHO!" he screamed as his legs waved wildly in the air. His tiny feet drummed on the bed once twice, three times as his first orgasm hit him. Then just as suddenly it was over. It was though a dam had burst. Geoff started to cry softly, fearful of the stranger man who was molesting him even more fearful that something had broken inside him. Roger paid not the slightest attention to the sobbing child. He took the little penis between his fingers and rubbed it till it grew stiff once more. He put his head between the boy's legs and started slowly licking his groin, sucking gently on both tiny testicles. “Ohhh, Ohh” the child moaned as the man slowly molested him. Roger took the rigid little penis in his mouth sucking it like a lollipop till he felt start to pulse. He didn't want the boy to reach orgasm again too soon, so he stopped playing with his penis for a bit. Instead he stroked and sucked his tiny nipples some more. “AHHHH” Geoff purred, as the intense good feeling started getting better and better. Roger moved back to the moaning child's penis, alternatively masturbating and fellating him, pausing whenever he felt the boy was getting close to his second orgasm. “OH, OH, OH, OH” little Geoff gasped, lost in an ocean of pleasure. No one had ever made him feel this good before. Gradually, though he remembered that this was a bad thing and that something terrible was going to happen to him. A familiar feeling started growing stronger in his penis.

“Please stop, Uncle Roger, please stop!” he cried, “I'm going to pee!” “No you aren't” the man growled, grabbing the rock hard little penis and stroking it vigorously up and down.

“Stop! STOP! STOP!” Geoff screamed in panic. “STOP—AHHHHOOHHA!” Suddenly everything seemed to go white. His small body jerked up and down as the second orgasm in his short life swept through him. “AHHHHHH!” he screamed. “Ahhh! Ahhhhh.” Geoff lay panting on the bed, oblivious to the child molester hovering over him. “I think you're starting to enjoy this,” Roger grinned, lightly pinching Geoff's nipples. Geoff had very fine nipples for so young a boy, distinct tips in conical perfectly circular areolas, the type of nipple usually found in well developed older kids, not the flattened discs that most six year olds have. Roger appreciated this, carefully flicking his fingers across each nipple. After rubbing the boy's nipples for a minute, he bent down and started sucking on one, while squeezing and stroking the other one. He alternated sucking and rubbing the child's nipples, trying to see if stimulating them would arouse him. After several minutes, Roger felt something stirring beneath him. He looked down and there was the shy little boy's hands, busily fondling his little steeple. “Now, now,” he chided, “Mustn't do that nasty thing! Here only Uncle Roger is allowed to do that!” He pulled the boy's hands away and started slowly masturbating him once more.

This time he would stop every two minutes or so to play with the boy's nipples. “Please don't stop now, Uncle Roger,” Geoff whined, after the man's caressing fingers left his penis for the fifth time. Roger grinned wickedly, tweaking the groaning first grader's nipples. He ran his tongue up and down the quivering child's infant testicles and penis a few times, then closed his lips over them. Geoff thrashed in ecstasy as the man sucked on his penis while continuing to rub and squeeze his nipples. The scary feeling started growing once more, but this time Geoff didn't want it to stop. His hips moved up and down in rhythm to Roger's hands and mouth. His small torso arched back, ribs thrusting up and down with the effort to draw air into his lungs. “YAAHHH! YAHHHH” he screamed, his legs jerking up, down and sideways in his third orgasm in less than fifteen minutes. Hoping to see more, Roger kept molesting the child's penis and nipples. Geoff reached his forth orgasm five minutes later and his fifth eight minutes after that. But that was all for the exhausted and still rather frightened little boy. Eventually Roger moved so that he was once again lying alongside Geoff. Geoff was lying, on his back in exactly the same position as he had been whilst Roger was playing with his cock. The boy's body was still rigid, his face was slightly flushed and his eyes were full fear. He neither moved, cried nor spoke. Had it not been for the gentle rise and fall of his chest as he breathed or the occasional flutter of his lovely long eyes lashes the boy might have been unconscious or even dead.

Roger looked down at the boy and yet again leaned over and kissed him on his sweet red lips. “Geoff, my lovely little boy, now wasn't that nice?”

Geoff stirred. “But that was nasty what we did, Uncle Roger. You're not supposed to do naughty things like that.” “But it felt good, didn't it, Geoff?”

Geoff nodded slowly, a tear slowly falling down his cheek. “It did, but it was nasty!” he insisted, now consumed in post orgasmic remorse.”

“If you make someone feel good, it cannot be nasty.” Roger stated flatly. “ Now young man enough of that nonsense. I have made you feel real good, I have given a very special feeling called an orgasm five times. You will now do the same thing with me.

"Geoff my lovely little boy you have no reason to be Do you understand what I mean?" he asked.

"No Uncle Roger I don't. You were playing with my pee-pee and that is naughty. I mustn't play with yours that would be very bad."

Roger looked at the boy for a few moments. Then he spoke. "Geoff if I say that it is not naughty or bad to play with our pee-pee's then it must be okay. You are only a young boy and you don't know what is good or bad. Now I want you to play with my pee-pee. From now you will call it a cock. Okay." Geoff looked very worried but did not know what to say. Uncle Roger was a grown up and he should know if a thing was good or bad. "Okay Uncle Roger I will play with your pee-pee, oh I mean your cock," he said. "How do I do it?" Roger lay on his back and told Geoff to move down and kneel between his legs. This the boy did and as he moved into position Roger opened his legs wider to give the him more room. Roger's hard cock was standing erect like a pole sticking up from his body. His large balls hung down between his legs.

Now Geoff was kneeling between Roger's legs his face gazing up at Roger. Roger sat up and put his hands gently on Geoff's yellow hair. "Lick my cock" he said huskily.

For a moment Geoff hesitated. Clearly, despite Roger having told him that this was not naughty, the boy was still unhappy with what he was about to do. However he stuck out his lovely little pink tongue and touched the flesh of Roger's hard cock with the tip of it.

"Lick up and down my cock" Roger said and the boy began to do so. His little tongue moved from the big purple cock head traveling down towards Roger's balls and then licked back up again. A wet trail gleamed behind the boy's moving tongue as once again he returned towards Roger's balls.

"Suck my balls, get them into your mouth" Roger ordered the young boy. As he spoke he grasped his balls in his hand around the base and pushed them towards the kid's mouth. Geoff opened his mouth but was unable to get the two balls in, as it was too large a mouthful for him. Roger then released one his balls and now Geoff was able to suck the much smaller package in.

As the young boy sucked on this single nut Roger's eyes rolled back into his head, as he was lost in complete bliss. The feel of the boy's hot young mouth on his nut was more than he could bear. "Now suck on the other lovely boy, suck on the other" he gasped out.

Geoff released the nut on which he had been sucking and now, unaided, sucked Roger's other one into his mouth. He sucked real hard and Roger gasped and groaned with pleasure. As he was sucking on the man's balls Geoff's eyes were fastened on Roger's face. He could see the strange look in Uncle Roger's eyes and hear the way he was moaning and groaning. This all surprised the young boy as he continued to suck hard on the man's nut. Geoff's own feelings as he sucked Roger's balls were mixed. This was not hurting him and it did not taste of anything at all really. He wondered why the man liked it and, even now, was not too sure whether or not he was being naughty. Uncle Roger had told him that it was not naughty and, as he had never done anything like this before, he had never been told by anyone else that it was naughty. But when his mummy had caught him playing with his pee-pee she had told him that it was something only naughty boys did and if he continued to do it he would not go to heaven. But Uncle Roger had said that it was not naughty to play with their pee-pees. He just did not know what to believe but in the meantime continued to suck on the nut that was in his mouth. Roger now told him to lick his cock again. "Lick the top of my cock and stick the tip of your tongue into the slit" he told the boy. Geoff released the nut from his mouth and licked his tongue up Roger's cock. When he reached the purple cock head he licked around and over it and then found the piss slit that Roger had spoken about. The pink tip of his tongue entered the slit and for the first time the boy had a taste of precum. It was a sweet taste that Geoff quite liked. So he poked his tongue in the slit to try for more as Roger groaned loudly with passion.

The time had come Roger decided for the boy to face his first real test. His balls felt as if they were about to break under the pleasurable strain to which his cock was being subjected.

"Open your mouth wide Geoff my little penis sucker" Roger said in a strangled voice. As he spoke he held Geoff's head in his two hands. Geoff opened his mouth wide and Roger guided his head down so his cock entered Geoff's mouth.

"Close your mouth boy and suck, don't bite just suck" Roger ordered keeping a grasp of the kid's head. Geoff closed his mouth and began to suck on the top of Roger's cock as if it was a gob smacker, which I suppose in a way it was.

"Oooh" Roger gasped pushing the boy's head further down so that Geoff was forced to swallow a bit more of this man's cock. "Oooh that feels sooo good."

Geoff was not finding it as enjoyable as Roger was. Now that his mouth was full of this alien object he was finding it hard to breathe. He coughed and spluttered as his face turned red and Roger eased his cock out of the choking boy's mouth to allow him to catch his breath.

Once his coughing had subsided Roger pushed Geoff's head down harder forcing a little more of his cock into the boy's tight mouth. The heat of that orifice around his hard love stick was sending Roger into raptures of delight. He now began to force the boy's head up and down on his cock at the same time thrusting his own hips up and down in like manner.

His forcing and thrusting was sending his seven-inch cock deeper into the boy's throat and Geoff was in imminent danger of choking. Roger was past all caring about such things. All he wanted was the boy to suck his cock harder and harder.

"Suck the fucker, suck it boy" he cried to Geoff who was sticking manfully to his tough job. Geoff's jaws were aching from the strain of such prolonged sucking. His breathing was hard and labored Yet still he sucked up and down the shaft of the plunging cock sending more shivers of delight along Roger's spine. Now all reason left this pedophile's mind. He pulled his cock from the young boy's mouth and told him to lie flat on the bed face upwards. Poor Geoff with no idea of what was in store obeyed.

"Open you mouth cock sucker" Roger demanded as he maneuvered himself over the top of the small boy. Geoff opened his mouth and Roger plunged his cock into that small orifice shouting, "suck boy suck".

As the full seven inches of hard cock plunged into his mouth and down his throat Geoff gasped tried to cough and then began to feel nauseous. He tried to move his head but the full weight of the man was now on him pinning him so he couldn't move a muscle.. So deep had Roger penetrated the boy's throat that his large balls were pressing into Geoff's chin.

Roger began to retract his cock from the poor unhappy little lad. "Suck you fucking cock sucker, suck my hard dick" Roger demanded of the boy as he was pulling out of Geoff's mouth. Geoff, as the pressure eased on his throat, sucked hard on the cock creating such suction that Roger almost came his lot on the spot.

When his cock was almost out of the boy's mouth he thrust it hard back down again. Right down as far as it would go stopping only when his heavy balls smacked against Geoff's face. Then out again and in, out and in. Roger was giving the young lad a mouth fuck he would always remember.

As the pressure on Roger's balls grew his thrusting cock got faster and faster. He ground his hips down trying to force the very last inch of his cock into the boy's mouth, then out again before forcing it back hard down again.

Geoff was on the point of losing consciousness due to lack of breath as Roger continued to face fuck the little darling. Then with a huge gasp he yelled "I'm cumming, I'm cumming oh god yes I'm cumming fucking suck hard you lovely boy" and he filled Geoff's throat with hot thick sperm. After the first ejaculation he thrust in again shooting yet more of his love juice into the little boy. Again and again he shot his load into that lad. Geoff's throat was full, his mouth was full and the thick sperm began to run down his chin.

Geoff had no choice but to swallow as best he could this thick cream that Roger was depositing inside him. If he did not swallow he would choke to death. The taste was odd. It was both salty yet sweet. It was like nothing that he had ever swallowed in his life before. Not as nice as the stuff he had licked from the man's slit but yet not unpleasant, in fact rather tasty. Thus Geoff continued to swallow this sperm of necessity rather than choice.

Roger now withdrew his softening cock from this little boy that he had just face fucked. He quickly moved off the top of Geoff and bending over him kissed the lad on his lips. He licked the boy's chin to remove his own sperm and then forced his tongue into the boy's mouth. He kissed him long and hard and sucked as much of the sperm from the boy into his own mouth as he could. At last he moved his lips from Geoff's mouth and looked into the lad's frightened eyes.

"Geoff that was lovely, you are such a good cock sucker, the best little fucker I've ever had," he said. "You loved it darling didn't you?" he asked.

Geoff had been brought up to be truthful. "No Uncle Roger" he croaked "you nearly made me sick and I couldn't breathe, it was horrible. It hurt a lot when you pushed your cock into my throat and my nose hurt when you laid down hard on it."

Roger giggled at such innocent remarks. "If I fuck your mouth a lot you will get used to it my little penis sucker," he said cheerfully. "You wait until I fuck your lovely sweet ass, then you might complain. But not yet, I've got to recover my strength and we should really go to sleep now" he said. With those words he gave Geoff a kiss on the cheeks. "Now let's get you all nice and comfortable so you sleep well" he said to the boy.

Roger got off the bed and told Geoff to do likewise. "Do you want a piss or anything?" he asked the boy.

"Yes please Uncle Roger I would like to have a wee and may I clean my teeth please?" the boy replied. "Okay" Roger said, "let's go to the bathroom" and he took the young boy by the hand and lead him to that room which was on the same floor as the bedroom.

"You will have to use my toothbrush" Roger said as he put it on the hand basin together with the toothpaste. "Now have your piss, clean your teeth wash your hands and face and then come back to the bedroom." With those words Roger left the boy confident that the lad could not escape. The doors and windows were securely closed and locked.

Roger made the bed and tidied the room and then sat waiting the return of his little lover. Geoff returned after fifteen minutes and told Roger that he was ready for bed and could he first say his prayers and had he got any pj's to wear. The idea of Geoff saying his prayers appealed to Roger's warped sense of humor.

"Okay Geoff say your prayers but in this house we do not wear pj's so you will have to go to bed without any" Roger said.

Young Geoff knelt by the side of the bed put his small hands together and closed his eyes tightly. "Dear Jesus God bless mummy and daddy and please look after them and let me see them again soon" he said and went on "also look after Uncle Roger and don't let him hurt me. Thank you very much Jesus." He opened his eyes and got to his feet and stood looking at Roger not sure what to do next.

"Get into bed now Geoff and go to sleep" Roger said. Geoff clambered into bed and Roger pulled the bedclothes over him giving him a gentle kiss on the forehead. "Sweet dreams my darling" he said and left the room. Geoff had had a long hard day and despite his fears and worries was soon fast asleep. Later, after clearing up downstairs and attending to his own toiletry needs, Roger returned to the bedroom. He got into bed taking care not to disturb the sleeping boy and lay down beside him. He looked at that angelic face and wanted to smother it in kisses but resisted as he did not want to wake the young boy.

Turning out the bedside light Roger lay day dreaming about young Geoff. He was thinking to himself how lucky he had been to find such a beautiful innocent little child. His cock began to harden as he thought about the things yet to come and particularly how wonderful it was going to be to fuck that virgin boy. His eyes grew heavy and he drifted off into a deep sleep still imagining his hard cock up the tight ass of his small prisoner.

Roger awoke at about eight o'clock in the morning. It took him a few moments to remember that he had a visitor sharing his bed. He yawned and looked across at Geoff. The boy was still sleeping soundly. The bed covers had been thrown back from off the top part of his body and his little chest was moving up and down as he breathed. One of his small arms was lying across his chest whilst the other was in a u shape with the hand resting on the pillow near his head. His sweet red lips were slightly open allowing a brief glimpse of his brilliant white teeth as he drew breath in and then exhaled.