TRAINING KEVIN

BY IAGO

[ part 2 ]

Pick Up & Inspection

I've always been cursed with a taste for little boys. When I was seven and we were relatively poor, my parents needed to acquire a large amount of money to invest in the stock market. My mother's which uncle Scott was willing to give them the money in exchange for one simple thing. Me. I would have to spend the summer with him “doing what ever Uncle Scott tells you do.” That meant being molested and tortured day and day out. It normally started slowly Uncle Scot would make me strip and stand still while he played with my body. He would start by slowly rubbing my tiny nipples. For some reason this always gave me an exciting feeling in my penis. When that got hard Uncle Scott would take it between his fingers and masturbate me to a infantile orgasm. He would then lay me down and knead and suck my nipples till my little dick got hard again, when he would suck me to another orgasm. He would do this for about an hour. Sometimes I would have as many as twelve orgasms in that time. Then it was his turn. He would make me sit on his groin and thrust his eight inch dick up my second grader's asshole. It hurt like hell and I cried and screamed, but Scott never stopped. He kept ramming himself into me and all I could do was bear it. In some ways what followed was even worse. Uncle Scott would force me to take his shit and blood covered dick in my mouth and suck it clean. The first time I just couldn't do it. I threw up and lay crying on the floor. Uncle would have none of this. He picked me up and hung my by my wrists from a ceiling beam. Then he whipped me with an electric cord till I fainted from the pain. That must have inspired him, because after that each day would end with me being tortured. I would have to stand with my arms straight out in a crucified position. When I couldn't keep my arms up any longer, Uncle Scott would put bulldog clips on my nipples and penis and crucify me on a child sized cross. Other times he would strap me to a table , wrap a wire around my dick and balls and shock me just to hear me scream..

Well as they say all good things must come to end, but this case was a bit different. About a month after I came home Uncle Scott departed this life under what old fashioned novelists would term “mysterious circumstances.” Even more mysterious, and to my parents far more infuriating, was that he had made me his principal heir. My part of the estate ($75 million) was tied up in trust so tight that not even Willy the Actor could get to it. We wouldn't see a penny till I turned 21. Needless to say my folks were counting the seconds till that glorious day. Meanwhile, they did quite well in the stock and real estate market. Unfortunately for them, two weeks before my 19th birthday they were killed in a airliner crash. Between the insurance and their estate I ended my teen years worth well over $3 million. Two years later I was the twentieth richest twenty-something in the country. By that time I knew exactly what I wanted and how to get it.

The young girl opened her purse and pulled a tube of lipstick out and began to paint her lips a deep crimson, then she opened her mouth and spoke. "You have my twenty five thousand?"

"All in twenties just as you requested," I replied.

"Good! I like Twenties." The girl had said.

"You have what I want?" I asked

"Sure. Kevin, come here!" The girl said now stuffing a used cigarette between her freshly painted lips and lit the tip. "Just remember," I said with great boldness, "All sales are final. You can't ask me for him later on when your down on your luck."

"Don't worry. man I don't want that snot anyway. He gets in my way and I can't afford to keep him, neither do I want his eight- year-old ass. He's more trouble than he's worth."

The door opened and in walked a little boy from the adjoining room. He was extremely cute. He had closed cropped sandy blond hair, blue eyes and a snub nose. He was barefoot and wore torn cut off denim shorts and a filthy sleeveless undershirt two sizes too big for him. I figured he was around 4 foot four and probably didn't weigh much over sixty five pounds. The girl stood to her feet and bent on a knee and told the boy that he was coming to live with me I expected the boy to start crying and put up a fight, but he simply said “ok.” The kid's own mother had died from an overdose a few weeks before. The girl I paid was just another addict who was eager to get rid of him. “So here's the kid. Where's my dough?" she demanded.

“Just a second, sweetheart,” I drawled Bogart-like, "I need to inspect the merchandise first. I'm not taking damaged goods, if you know what I mean." She shrugged and mouthed something that might have been pervert. I touched my pager and my chauffeur and body guard stepped into the room. "You keep your opinions to yourself, sweetheart," I Bogie growled, "Or my two friends here will have an nice long talk with you about your manners." Little Kevin, who up to the time had been looking pretty solemn, cracked a moon sized grin.

The girl looked like she wanted to backhand the kid, something she probably had done pretty often, but thought better of it (My chauffeur and bodyguard together massed nearly 450 pounds of very solid muscle). Instead she snapped her fingers at him, saying, “Well what are you waiting for kid. Strip!”

Kevin looked at me. I nodded. “Yes, please take all your clothes off, Kevin.” I pulled a clean shirt out of the carryall I brought with me. “I brought you some nice new things for you to wear.”

Kevin took his shirt off and dropped it on the floor. The cutoff came next, and there he was standing in his nearly nude kid beauty, naked except for a pair of surprisingly clean looking red Haines briefs.

“Those, too,” I smiled at him, pointing to the tiny underpants, which were now displaying a noticeable tent effect. As was not too unusual with small boys undressing in front of people, Kevin had a little hardon.

“You heard the man. Strip naked,” the girl ordered. Reluctantly the little boy slowly started to pull his briefs off 'This is perfect!' I thought, 'just like the start of a kiddie porn video.' I pulled out my cell phone and switched on its built in camcorder. 'Well why not?' I thought and pointed it at the stripping kid.

Kevin grabbed the rear of his waistband and yanked the briefs down over his bubble butt, causing them to bunch up in front. Then he pulled the sides down, which revealed the top part of his hairless pubic area. He looked at us for a moment, then with a quiet sob yanked his underpants down to his feet and kicked them off, then stood with two small hands cupping his tiny package.

“Sorry sport,” I told him gently, but very firmly taking his hands away, “but I gotta check you out down there first.” To my relief Kevin was circumcised. You see I have this thing about foreskins--I think they're repulsive. Plus it can be pain to keep 'em clean, not to mention they pose some real health risks. Ask WHO--the World Health Organization, if you don't believe me. Well enough of the public service announcement. I gave Kevin's penis a friendly twitch and pulled it out. At full length it was just under two inches long and was probably no more than three quarters of inch in diameter, maybe not even that. Perfectly normal for a little kid. I stuck two fingers under his little bag and jiggled his tiny balls. Both testicles where clearly present and hung nice and evenly in his baby ass smooth scrotum. I held them and told him to cough, just like a real doctor. No, I don't play one on TV, but I have enough paramedical training to spot basic pediatric troubles. None were present at this end.

“Bend over and touch your toes,” I ordered him, drawing on a pair of latex gloves I had extracted from the carryall. Kevin had a very nice round little ass, one that just begged for a kindly--or not so kindly--slap or two. Or two dozen. I resisted the temptation, wanting to keep this part of our encounter cool and professional. Not entirely (look, I'm only human.) Pulling his buttocks apart, I shoved one throughly greased finger up his anus, trying to get in as far as possible before he started screaming. That wasn't too far; Kevin's rosebud was tighter than Scrooge's purse. Another good sign; I had myself an eight year old virgin. Not for long , of course. As my finger searched for his tiny prostate I brought my other hand between his legs and started fondling his little. Kevin gave a little squeal and penis suddenly stiffened. 'Bingo!' I stroked his tiny joy gland while rubbing the tip of his penis between my fingers. It was pretty clear no one had ever done this to him before, because he started sobbing, "No, no, no." I kept it for about a minute till his cries took a somewhat different tone. He was taking deep breaths and his head was rolling back and forth as his little hips started going up and down. This too he would soon experience, but at the right time. I removed my hands and pulled on a clean pair of briefs from my bag. "Here, Kevin, you can put these on now."

Gratefully the little boy dove into the shorts then stood perfectly still while I completed the rest my “examination.” I took a careful look at his short blond hair—no cooties or other nasties there. Eyes and ears looked perfectly fine. Ditto teeth. I felt around his neck, then had him raise his arms so I could probe his hairless pits. I kneaded his flat little stomach with its rather prominent “outie” belly button (his one mildly unattractive feature), then playfully tickled his ribs. Kevin was very ticklish, something to carefully note. Finally I crouched in front him and started checking what I consider to be the sexiest part of a little boy's body (all right; maybe the second sexiest. Maybe the third.) His nipples. Kevin had reasonably decent looking nipples; raised tips in the center of conical areolas. They were both the same color, a dark pink, contrasting nicely with the pale skin of his torso. Flicking my fingertips across his nipples I felt them getting hard. Taking each nipple between my thumbs and forefingers, I gave them a gentle squeeze, then pressed hard. Kevin gasped and trembled. Clearly he had sensitive nipples, another factor to note. I played with his nipples for a bit till the boy started swaying and moaning. I dropped my hands to his cotton covered crotch to feel his rock hard penis straining against the cloth. 'Soon, little one, soon. But not right now,' I beamed at him. "Here, Kevin, put these on," I tossed him a brand new t-shirt, shorts and sandals. "Time we got started for home." I left the money with the whore and bundled Kevin into my car. I buckled him in securely and turned on the mobile Play station. Like most kids, however deprived, Kevin was a video game expert. I left him alone and spent the ride thinking happy thoughts. For me that is. What they would be for Kevin would be less easy to say.