TRAINING KEVIN

BY IAGO

[ part 3 ]

Kevin's First Lessons—Getting molested and tortured

Needless to say I live nowhere near the dump of a slum where by some miracle of nature a beautiful kid like Kevin could be found. So our trip home took a good three and half hours. By the time we arrived Kevin was sleeping amidst the remains of two McDonald's happy meals. I wasn't too concerned about his healthy appetite. The training program I had in mind for him would burn up any puppy fat that he might get. And that was just the exercise part!

I shook Kevin awake and half led half carried down the basement to my rec room. Besides the usual rich guy toys (computer work station with complete video production suite, home theater, jacuzzi, full bathroom, king sized bed, sauna, full set of exercise and game equipment) it held a number of special items. Things you aren't going to pick at your local Wal-Mart, I kid you not. The room is of course completely soundproof, twenty feet underground, in a very secure house ten miles from the nearest neighbor. In other words, the chance of being interrupted during any of my sessions with Kevin was effectively zero. I went into the bathroom and got the necessary equipment together then turned on the shower. The water automatically adjusted to the suitable temperature. Kevin was standing outside looking a little sleepy, a little excited and more than a little scared.

Time to get the show on the road. “OK, Kevin, we got to get you nice and clean, so get undressed.”

“Why?” he protested, “It's too early for bedtime.”

Depends on your definition of the word “bedtime” I suppose. “Kevin,” I explained patiently, “three things. First, when I tell you do something, you do it, no questions asked. If you don't grasp that I'll punish you till you do. Second, I'm going to teach you some very important lessons about your body and for that you've got to be naked. Third, in this house you're going to be naked most of the time, so you better get used to that.”

Kevin may have just been eight and fairly innocent, but he wasn't that innocent. “No, he mouthed and took a step backward from me. “No, please, don't make me.”

I grabbed his shoulders and pulled him to my face. “Suit yourself, kid, you've just earned a major whipping. Now are you going to strip, or do you want me to double it?”

I set him down. “By the count of five,” I intoned. “One.” Kevin took off his shirt. “Two.” He slid his shorts and underpants down. “Three,” Kevin kicked off his sandals and stood in front of me, completely naked with his hands clenched over his penis and scrotum.

“Take your hands away, that's a major no no, Kevin. You must never, never hide your penis like that. Whenever you do you'll get an extra special punishment. So get those hands to your sides RIGHT NOW.”

Kevin's little face crinkled up and he started bawling. I yanked his hands away from his dick and balls and shoved them against his skinny hips. “You've just earned punishment number two, my boy, and that's going to be focused here,” I pinched his nipples hard and twisted them, “and here,” I reached down and squeezed his testicles good and hard, “and here,” I pulled his penis and gave it a sold pinch. “Understand?”

Kevin nodded numbly and followed me into the bathroom. "Lean over there," I pointed to the tub,"and don't move a muscle." Kevin complied, his pale little ass sticking high in the air. I grabbed the enema hose, which I had attached to the shower, and tested the water temperature. Just right. I smeared the business end throughly with Vaseline and bent over Kevin.

So there I was inches away from a delightful boy butt. I could barely resist the urge to give it a good kiss (call me an ass kisser, at your peril, buster.) I did give them a playful squeeze, which made Kevin jump about six inches.

“Better hold still, or this is going to hurt a lot worse,” I warned him. I pulled open his ass cheeks and pushed the tube into his anus.

This Kevin did not like. “Ow!” he bellowed, “Take it out! Please! NOOOHH! OWWW.” He was trying to squeeze his ass shut to lock out the intruder. I simply put more pressure on, and since I'm a lot stronger than an eight year old the result was a foregone conclusion.

“OWWWW” Kevin wailed as I raped his anus with the tube. “Look, Kevin,” I yelled over his screams, “this is going to go in whether you like it not. If you relax it will be a lot easier on you.” After a couple of more shoves Kevin gave in and I started irrigating his innards. When he was nicely filled up I pulled his head up by his hair and told him in no uncertain terms to hold all the water in.

“Kevin, do you know what the word crucified means?”

He nodded. “It's what they did to Jesus. He was nailed up there till he died.”

“Very good. If you let anything out of your ass before I tell you, so help me I'll have you crucified right then and there. I mean it too.” In fact, crucifixion, albeit of a non lethal and more sophisticated form, was one of the little surprises I had in store for him. But anon and so forth.

I slammed a a butt plug into him (as you might imagine I was getting a mite impatient, being so close to a highly delectable nude little boy) and told him to go sit on the toilet. Accidents can happen after all. After waiting the absolute minimum time needed I asked the kid if he had to go. Kevin replied in the affirmative, so I extracted the butt plug and waited till nature took its course. After Kevin wiped himself clean enough to satisfy my inspection I told him to go stand in the shower. I adjusted the water to slow and gentle and let him soak for a minute. "Kevin close your eyes real tight, I'm going to wash your hair now, so we don't want to get any shampoo in them," I advised him. Per the bottle's instructions I left the lather on his little blond head, warning him to keep his eyes shut, started rubbing soap on his shoulders and back. I gradually worked my way down his backside, smearing a thick layer of soap over his sweet buttock and sturdy little legs. Gradually working my way down his backside, I smeared a thick layer of soap over his rump and sturdy legs. I had him lift up each tiny foot and washed it carefully. This involved considerable giggling and squirming; like most of us, especially when we're eight, Kevin had very ticklish feet. I wiped the soap off with a wash rag then had Kevin lean his head back so I could rinse the shampoo out. I did this because I decided it was time to start molesting him and I wanted to see exactly how he would react to being molested. I changed the water flow to a slow trickle and made Kevin stand facing shower head. I got behind him and rubbed the soap all along his chest, paying particular attention to his nipples. I did this very gently to keep him calm. I bent down to a quick job on lower body, stomach, thighs and legs, carefully avoiding his genitals. I got behind and started slowly rubbing his chest with the washrag. It was a very expensive one, very soft. I drew it across his nipples, once, twice, three times. Kevin gave a surprised grunt and sort of leaned back into me. I put my left hand on his chest and gave his nipple a little tweak.

He gave me a funny look then closed his eyes. I tweaked his other nipple. Again the boy gave a little sigh and leaned a back a little further. Dropping the wash rag, I pressed his nipples into his areolas then pulled them out, stroking each nipple between thumb and forefinger Then I placed my thumbs on the side of his chest with my forefingers making circular motions around his nipple, which were now pebble hard.. Kevin moaned softly, his eyes getting a dreamy look. I could see his little hands hovering over his penis, which was noticeably engorged, although not fully erect yet. Picking up the washrag I brought it between his legs till it was just below his balls. I gave them a quick jiggle then drew the washrag quickly over his penis. Kevin jerked forward, trying to get away, but my left arm held him securely against me. Taking my time I slowly fondled his penis with the washrag. "No, no, please stop! Please!" Kevin started to cry. Ignoring his protests I continued to fondle his penis with the washrag till it thrust out from his slender body in all its two and quarter inch glory. I dropped the washrag and took the mushroom cleft between my fingers. "OHHHH!" Kevin yelped as I started to masturbate him. It was not a cry of pain. "Come on Kevin," I urged him, this feels good, doesn't it? DOESN'T IT?" I gave his penis a gentle squeeze. Kevin nodded numbly. "And you want me to keep doing this, don't you?" I demanded fondling his penis with one hand while rubbing his nipples with the other. "Answer me, boy," I snapped at the trembling naked child, "you want me to keep doing this, don't you?" Kevin turned his tear filled blue eyes to me. "No, please, don't touch me like that, STOP IT!" He got both small hands on my wrist and tried to yank my hand away.

“Enough of this nonsense,” I said, picking him up and carrying him back into the rec room. I dropped the hysterical naked eight year old down on my special bed. This was basically a modern hospital bed with some modifications. These included the ability to raise or lower individual sections , an adjustable overhead frame, and straps at each corner. I used these to tie him spread-eagled to the bed .

Being tied to a bed in a strange house effects little boys differently. Some like it a lot. Others, probably a majority, get scared shitless (one of the reasons I had given Kevin an enema.) Kevin, who had struck me as somewhat of crybaby, was enraged. “GODDAMIT LET ME GO! SHIT! SHIT! UNTIE ME YOU FUCKING QUEER!” And so on and so forth. The little blond angel used language which shocked even me; but then I'm not really into to kid culture. Actually I found it rather enjoyable, even a bit reassuring. You see, I was going to torture him and I've always thought it would be more fun to torture a tough little kid than a scaredy cat.

I let him spew for a couple of minutes, then stuffed a ball gag in his mouth. "Listen up, Kevin!" I addressed him in a kindly but firm tone "There are something you need to get through that thick little skull of yours. Number one," I held up a finger, “I own you; I can do whatever I fucking want with you, including young man, fucking your sweet little ass. Two, since you seem to have trouble grasping this simple fact, I'm going to torture you till it sinks in. Three, no one else knows you exist or gives a shit about you. Fact it kid, I'm all you've got. Four,” I reached over started playing with his nipples, "I also want to do things which will make you feel real good. Now you may not be comfortable with this right now; I think that's because people have stuffed some really dumb ideas into your head. If you promise to keep quiet I'll take the gag out and we can talk about it." The little blond head nodded violently (I imagine the gag was pretty uncomfortable).

“Are you really going to torture me?” he asked quietly.

“Yes.” I gave him a hard look. “I don't like be called named, Kevin. For that little tantrum, you're going to really get it. But before that we're going to have a little fun.”

“You mean we're going to do sex things.”

“Smart boy. Tell me Kevin, have you ever done any 'sex things?'

He shook his head. “Once when I was really little my friends and I took our pants down and showed each other our dicks, but then one my friend's mom saw this and got really mad.”

“So no one has ever touched your body like this,” my thumb caressed his nipples, “or this,” I stroked his penis.

He blushed scarlet and nodded tightly.

“And I know no one has put anything up your ass—that's why I checked it this morning.” I took a deep breath and stroked his cute blond head. “Let me explain what kind of sex things men like to do with little boys like you. My uncle used to do these thing to me when I was your age so I know it can be scary and even hurts at first, but pretty soon it'll be the best fun you've ever had. Now there two basic types of sex between men and little boys. The first kind is called 'molesting;' that's when the man plays with the special parts of the boy's body, his nipples, his penis and sometimes his balls, till the boy gets a very exciting feeling in his penis called an orgasm. It feels a little like taking a piss, but it's much stronger and nicer and shoots through your whole body. One nice thing about being a little kid is that you usually can have lots of orgasms right after another. The other kind of sex is when a man sticks his dick up the boy's ass. That does hurt at first, but even that will feel good after you get used it. When a boy wants a man to do it, that's called fucking. When man forces a boy, it's called rape. So, since you're not likely to want me to fuck you, after I molest you to a couple of orgasms, I'm going to rape you. And, since you're such a pretty little boy, I'm probably going to rape you several times.”

Kevin gave a little sob and shut his eyes tight. I could see his heart thudding against his skinny ribs. A thin film of sweet little boy sweat beaded his forehead. Understandably his little dick had gone flaccid from fear. I rested my hands lightly on his chest and started slowly stroking him from breast bone to belly button. When I got to his tummy I reached down and started fondling his penis and testicles. I stuck my other hand underneath him and a gave his buttocks a squeeze, the I put one finger up his anus. Kevin moaned, not entirely from fear, as his tiny penis was getting hard again. I stopped fondling him and returned to the massage of his upper body. This time I ran both hands along his sides, feeling his strong abdominal muscles and his ribs. When my hands reached his armpits I tickled him till he was convulsing in giggling hysterics. I waited till he calmed down a little the put my index fingers on his nipples. Slowly I twirled my fingers around his nipples till they got hard. I stroked his right nipple between the thumb and forefinger of my left and put my lips over his delectable left nipple, kissing, sucking and licking it. Then my hands and mouth switched places. The little boy was moaning steadily now, trying to press his tiny nipples deeper into my fingers and mouth. “Feels good, eh?” I asked him. He gave a half nod. I kept playing with his nipples with one hand, reaching down with the other to fondle his balls and penis. His small body stiffened in fear as I began to masturbate him. Taking the tip of his penis between my fingers I started rubbing it, very slowly at first then faster and faster. Kevin groaned and arched his pelvis up. I stopped rubbing, letting him fuck my hand for a bit. . Kevin was breathing much harder now, his small blond head rolling back and forth. I gave his penis a little squeeze. "Do you know what grown-ups call what I'm doing?" I asked the quivering boy. "It's call masturbating, which comes from the old Roman word meaning 'the hand to rape'. That's what I'm doing to you now, boy; I'm raping you with my hand.”

Kevin was rolling his head back and forth moaning, “No, no, Ohhh , Noo Ohh! Oh. No, no, no.” He was obviously getting turned, but it was equally obvious that he wasn't entirely liking it. Contrary to pedophiliac mythology many little boys don't like having a stranger play with their dicks (WOULD YOU?).

Kevin was crying hard now, even as he was clearly getting near his first orgasm. His arms and legs were jerking against the straps, his face and neck were flushed red, and he was panting like the proverable bitch in heat.

I slowed my pace a bit, letting his tiny penis buck against my hand. Kevin realized what he was doing and tried to stop himself. I stroked his penis between my fingers to keep him going.

“STOPP!! PLEASE STOPP!” he begged and begged. Relentlessly I kept masturbating the small boy till suddenly he arched up on his shoulders and heels, slender muscles standing out like cords all over his hairless body, small hard penis throbbing like a demented trip hammer in my hand.

“AHHHHAAHHHHAAHHH!” Kevin shrieked as his first ever (as far as I knew) orgasm swept through his 8 year old frame. “AHH, AHH, AH . . .Ah . .Ah . . .ah.” He collapsed back on the bed like a deflated balloon, sweat slick on his face and chest, his small penis still partially erect, gasping as though he had just run four miles.

Waiting for him to catch his breath I jiggled his scrotum and fondled his penis which quickly got nice and stiff again. “Well, Kevin, that was quite a nice first orgasm. Would you like another one?”

The response was not entirely expected, but not all that unusual “NO!” he sobbed, “STOP TOUCHING ME LIKE THAT! PLEASE LET ME GOOOO!” Now, there were two probable causes of Kevin's distress. First, the good Doctor Kinsey, in some cases a kid's dick gets hypersensitive during orgasm so it actually hurts a lot. But that normally doesn't stop them wanting another one. And whatever Kevin was feeling during his orgasm, I doubted very much that it was pain (trust me, I can tell.) Most likely, though, the experience was so overwhelming that it scared the bejesus out of him. Most men and boys have so many orgasms in their lives that they tend to forget what a soul shattering event their first one could be. In either case the cure was fairly evident.

“Oh, does Kevin's little pee-pee hurt?” I tweaked his nipples, “Daddy will kiss it to make it feel all better.” I kissed the tiny tip, than ran my tongue up and down the small stiff shaft. I licked his grape sized balls and reached it to play with his nipples. Kevin's sobs and protests quickly turned to loud moans of sexual excitement as his little rod throbbed and thrust in my caressing mouth. I would stop every couple of minutes to give his little nipples a kiss (they were so delightfully hard and pointy), because I wanted to make Kevin's second orgasm even more spectacular than his first. Boy was it ever. When I finally sucked him to his second dry orgasm I was rewarded with one of the most spectacular displays of little boy sex I had ever seen. Kevin went up on his shoulders and heels, driving his penis deep into my mouth; if he had been a bit older he would deep throated me. His legs kicked out and his torso jerked forward. His small mouth opened and closed like a dying fish's as a steady stream of little boy sex groans escaped from it. His penis was jerking wildly in my mouth, Finally he shrieked and collapsed.

“So, does it make it better,” I asked, jiggling his now soft little penis between my fingers. Kevin's answer was a stream of obscenities. “Oh that's just my luck,” I swore to myself, “I got a homophobic street kid.” I got up and went to my toy chest, the words “fag, pervert, queer, cock sucking bastard, etc., etc., bouncing off the walls. I took out a short whip and a couple of my favorite “persuaders.”

The little shit shut up real quick when he saw me standing over him, whip dangling from my right hand. “Please don't whip me,” he whimpered, “I'm sorr-AIEE!”

I brought the whip smartly against his left nipple. “WHAP! WHAP!” Twice more on the same nipple. Then I gave him three lashes across the other nipple.” “WHAP! WHAP!” Two quick strokes across the top of his chest, followed by two more across his lower ribs. Kevin did not take to pain well at all. He was howling and shrieking like a cage full of panicked monkeys.

“Stop bawling you little shit,” I grabbed his short blond hair and dragged his head up. “I mean it Kevin, stop bawling right now or the next thing I whip will be your balls and penis!” The kid's eyes jerked wide open at that. With a visible effort he clamped his jaws shut.

“Ah, I see I finally got through,” I snapped the whip over his face. “Listen real good you stupid little turd, 'cause I'm not going to repeat myself. Numero Uno, I OWN YOU, YOU LITTLE SHIT, and I can do what I fucking what with you. Numero Duo; there are two things I really like to do to little boys: I like to molest them and have sex with them and I like to torture them. Frankly, I'd much rather watch a pretty little boy yelling and spasming from having lots of orgasms than from being tortured, but if kid doesn't like being pleasured, than it's his tough shit.”

“You can molest me if you want to Mist-AIEEEE” I whipped Kevin hard across the top of his thighs, deliberately missing his groin by bare inches. “Too late, my friend,” I lashed his thighs again. “You are now going to get a very brief and very mild taste of torture. I whipped his thighs again. “Which by the way, nothing compared to what you're going to get later.”

I went to the end of the bed and gave Kevin two solid whacks across the soles. Unlike some I don't find a boy's feet particularly erotic, but they're great places to give him extreme pain. Methodically I whipped Kevin from shins to nipples, avoiding only his genitals. I had something different in mind for them. Kevin's creamy skin was criss-crossed with angry red welts, but no blood; I hadn't actually hit him that hard. Not that he would have noticed. When I finished whipping him I gave his penis and balls a quick fondle with the whip. His reaction was as you might have expected.

“Are you quite done howling?” I asked when he ran out of breath from screaming in terror. “No, Kevin, I'm not going to whip your penis and balls,” at least not , I added to myself. “Instead I'm going to use this.” I took small object about the size and shape of a spark plug out of my pocked and applied it to the end of Kevin's penis.

“YIEEEEEEEEEAIEEEEEEE! AIEEEEEEEEEEEE!” Ignoring the boy's shrieks of agony I pressed it again and again to his penis and testicles. Then I brought it up to his face. “In case you're wondering:

A. 'How come it don't hurt any more?'
B. 'Why don't I smell my dick burning?'
C. 'Do I still have a dick?'

The answers are all in this neat little device. This is an advanced version of a crowd control devise the Marines deployed years ago. Then it was mounted on a truck and projected focused microwave rays on a crowd. The rays would heat the surface of the skin till it got unbearable, but wouldn't actually do any harm. Being a lot smaller, this one has to be pressed directly on to bare skin to work. Once it's taken off the skin, the pain stops in a few seconds, since it doesn't actually burn. So I can torture you with it till the cows come home—excuse me – till the battery runs down and not leave one mark on your beautiful little body. Isn't that great?”

Kevin did not agree as I pressed the micro-burner to his right nipple. I tortured that nipple for several seconds before I repeated the procedure on his left nipple. Slowly I moved the micro burner up and down Kevin's heaving chest. Getting a bit bored with that I planted it firmly in his cute little belly button. Kevin bucked and howled, snot pouring out of his nose. I tapped a little circle of pseudo burns all around his flat little tummy ending just above his pubic arch. From there it methodically marched down to the base of Kevin's penis. It took a brief detour around his smooth little scrotum before once again sending pulse after pulse of intense, but essentially harmless, microwave radiation into the tiny, but oh so beautiful, little dick. Kevin was screaming so loud, I had to gag him. I stung his left leg with the burner from thigh to calve, then turned to his feet. I held the burner to the soles of each foot and played “This little piggy” with it on each of his toes. Then I brought the burner slowly up his right leg. When I reached his pelvis, I took a left turn to give his penis and testicles another treatment. Next came some more jabs to his stomach and his lower ribs. Before doing his nipples again I moved the burner up and down his sides, paying particular attention to his little armpits, an area of his body which I so far neglected.

By this the micro burner's power indicator was showing just a quarter charge. I decided to run it out completely. So I held it to Kevin's right nipple and slowly counted to ten. Then I took it off, counted to ten once more, then held it to his left nipple for ten seconds. I tortured the eight-year-old's nipples with the burner till the power indicator started flashing its two minute warning. Where make best use of the remaining time? You guessed it. When I finally took the burner off Kevin's penis not only was it knocked out, but so was he. Indeed, I was somewhat surprised that he had last so long without fainting. Tough little kid. I took a look at my watch. I had been torturing him for well over an hour and it was long past my lunch time. Not wanting him to feel lonesome I decided to introduce him to a new friend—a updated version of my dear departed uncle's electric shock machine.

My unit included a highly sophisticated set of biosensors, which allowed it to automatically adjust the intensity of the shocks to insure maximum pain with minimum risk. An additional refinement was the shape of the electrodes. They were specially made based on the design of an English ped. The ones I attached to Kevin's nipples were ring shaped, lined with tiny wires. A somewhat larger ring went around his penis, while a small u shaped cup went over his testicles. A small umbrella shaped rod was inserted in his anus. Two conventional alligator clips on his toes and a disk shaped electrode tapped over his belly button completed the network.

“Here's the deal, Kevin,” I explained holding up the shock machine's remote console. “This controls the level of intensity which runs from 1, which actually feels pretty good, to 100 which is about as bad a pain as anyone can stand. We'll start you at 25 then the machine will raise the level till it reaches the highest level of pain you can stand. It will keep you there till I come back from lunch. Then we can have a little talk about what we do next. O.K.?” I switched the machine on and watched Kevin's slender little body jerk up from the bed as the machine fed current to each of the electrodes.

“YIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! YIEEEEEEEE! YIEEEEEE!” Kevin's shrieks got shorter and shorter as the shocks drove the breath out his lungs. The intensity level quickly rose, first to 35, then to 40, then to 55, then to 60. It stayed there for a while as the machine started giving the boy random jolts. First to his stomach, then his toes. A few seconds of current went up his ass to his little prostate, followed by several stinging jolts to his penis and testicles. The shocker tortured his nipples next before raising the level again. It gave the the naked little boy a minute of full body shocks at the 70 level then spent the next five minutes sending random bolts to his nipples, penis, testicles, toes, tummy and anus. Shortly after starting the next level, 80, Kevin's eyes rolled back in head and he went completely limp. The machine automatically cut off and would wait till he came out of his faint before starting to torture him again. This could be as long as an hour, so I went up to my room and got lunch. I switched on the rec room monitor and was pleased to see Kevin writhing in agony. It was almost as good as seeing him having an orgasm.

When I came back from lunch, Kevin was barely conscious and was could only whimper weakly while the current zapped him. He also stank to high heaven from fear sweat and from the little boy piss which had soaked the bed. I called my housekeeper and told him to change bed. I untied Kevin and carried him over to the jacuzzi. I stripped and got in with him, holding and cuddling him till he was somewhat revived. I sat him down on the bed and knelt in front of him.

“What happens next, Kevin, is entirely up to you.” I took his small penis between my fingers. “What do you want me to do? Would you like me to torture you some more?” I gave his nuts a good squeeze, “Or would you prefer that I molested you and gave you some more orgasms?”

Kevin's answer came in a nanosecond. “Please make me feel good, please give me more orgasms, please don't hurt me anymore!” “You want me to molest you. Say it!” I cupped his balls and penis and looked him hard in the eye.

“Please molest me, sir,” he whimpered, “Please molest me some more.”

I nodded. “All right, only this time it's going to be a little rougher, boy. I am going to give you some more orgasms, but after that I am going to rape you. This is going to hurt quite a bit at first, but that won't last too long. Understand?' Kevin nodded numbly. “Lie down on your back and spread your arms and legs wide apart; I want to tie you up again.” Obediently Kevin spread eagled himself. As I secured him he gave a little moan. I glanced down and saw his penis standing stiff as a spear. “Do you like being tied up?” I asked The little boy shrugged. “I dunno. It's sort of scary, but it give me a funny feeling too. I guess just being tied up is sort of sexy.”

“That it is.” I gave his nipples a little tweak. “We can play all sorts of tie games. Like this one.” I took his rock hard penis between my fingers and started masturbating him. Kevin moaned and threw his head back. This time though I was going to make the little kid work for his orgasms. I stopped masturbating him for second, feeling his tiny penis throb against my fingers. I stroked it a few more times as Kevin writhed and bucked his dick into my hand. Then I stopped and counted to one hundred while the little boy begged me to keep molesting him. After a decent interval I started again. This time my fingers played swiftly over the rock hard little spear, stroking the shaft, massaging the tiny crown, flicking it back and forth. “AHHHAHHH! AHHHHH!!” Kevin was soaking in sweat now, thin boyish muscles standing out like little cords in his neck and torso. He was close, oh so close to his very first orgasm. He was at the brink about to soar. When I stopped again. Kevin's small fists and feet hammered against the bed as he screamed, “DO IT! DO IT! DO IT!”

“Do what, Kevin?” I asked softly. “Play with your penis? Molest you?”

“YES! YES!” the frantic 8-year-old yelled, “MOLEST ME! PLEASE!” So once more I fondled his tiny penis and testicles till again he was at the point of orgasm when I called a halt once more and slowly counted to 100 (this time out loud, to add further to Kevin's torment) before masturbating him again to just the brink of his very first orgasm. I spent a few minutes pinching and rubbing his nipples as he writhed in a vain effort to climax. I waited till his penis got a bit less rigid before fondling it once more to the point of orgasm when again I stopped. The way Kevin writhed and twisted I could have tortured him like this all day long. As it was I had tortured him to the point of orgasm ten or eleven times (I lost count), before I finally relented. I swiftly stroked his penis till his whole body was jerking and twisting, then I simply held on to his penis, letting him fuck my hand.

“OHAAHHHHHHHHH!” Kevin shrieked, his flat stomach ridged with little boy muscles thrusting up from the bed, his legs and arms yanking hard against the restraints. “AHHAHHHH! AHHHHHH! AHHHHHHH!” His upper body arched up from the bed and his feet kicked out as far as the straps allowed. I released his throbbing penis and just watched it pulse, once, twice, a dozen times as Kevin's little boy orgasm swept over him.

“Liked it, eh?” Kevin was too dazed to respond. “Like another one?” No response, but no matter. This time I used my mouth. I gave his forehead a chaste daddy kiss, then forced my tongue into his gasping mouth. As I French kissed him I tweaked his nipples, then reached down to fondle his penis which, not too surprisingly, was still hard as tungsten, despite his massive dry orgasm. Little boys do have that gift. I started licking the sweat from his face, then moved my tongue slowly over his neck and chest. "HEEE! HEEE HEEE! THAT TICKLES!" my little slave giggled hysterically. Soft groans replaced the giggles as my tongue reached his nipples. When Kevin started quivering and gasping I shifted down to his stomach, naturally paying particular attention to his belly button. Naturally this threw him in fits of giggling protests. “STOP THAT! HEEE! HEEE! STOP THAT PLEASE!” I reached up and massaged his nipples while continuing the tickle torture of his belly button for about a minute. I took my head off his stomach and looked down at at his penis. The little spike was throbbing. I gave it a little kiss. Kevin's small body jerked as though he had just got an electric shock (something he would be getting for real quite soon). I took his penis into my mouth, sucked it, then released it and licked his tiny balls. I sucked and kissed his penis and tongued his balls till Kevin was screaming at the edge of orgasm. Which I denied him. My lips and tongue tortured Kevin for a good ten minutes. By that time his movements were so violent that I untied him to keep him from hurting himself (hurting him was my job).. This time his penis softened, flopping against his tight hairless balls. I took it between my fingers and slowly masturbated him. It took less than dozen strokes for Kevin's penis to stiffen. This time I didn't stop. Within three minutes I had masturbated Kevin to his fourth orgasm. Five minutes later I had sucked him to his fifth orgasm, and six minutes after that he had been masturbated to his sixth orgasm. After raping his penis to two more orgasms with my hands and mouth I decided to try something different.

I got out one of my special toys, a vibrator especially designed to use on little boys. It was constructed from a flexible self lubricating material with dual heads. The first was a thin cone shaped rod, the type that could easily fit a small anus or vagina. The other was a small glove like transparent membrane designed to fit over a boy's penis. It also came with a long Y shaped attachment, that ended in two small transparent disks . It came with both built in and remote controls. But its most important feature was a very sophisticated microprocessor and sensor suite.

I leaned over and attached the disks to Kevin's nipples.

“Is this gonna hurt?” he asked.

“Not at all,” I reassured him, switching the vibrator on its lowest setting.

“OGOSHH!” Kevin threw his head back and his chest started flexing up and down.

“OH SHIT THAT FEELS SOO GOOD! DO IT MORE.”

“I thought you'd like this.” I showed him the glove shaped end. “ Would you like me to put this on your penis?” “GAWDD! OH AHHH OHHAHH, PUT IT ON MY DICK! PUT IT ON MY DICK!

“That's the spirit,” I gave him an encouraging slap on his shoulder and followed his directive. I adjusted the disk so it fitted completely over his small penis securing it with a bit of surgical tape, I extended the other end till it was long enough to be inserted into his anus. I put my hand underneath Kevin and lifted his cute little ass up, then carefully pushed the cone end up his ass. This did hurt, so I switched the disk vibrator on slow to sooth him while I hunted for his tiny prostate. Eventually we made contact and Kevin shot his hands to his dick which was trying to break through the disk, I pulled his hand away and retied them to the bed, leaving his feet free. I pulled out the remote control and set the vibrator speed to medium, and watched it bring Kevin to yet another orgasm.

Then a wicked thought entered my mind (I'm a sadist, remember?) The vibrator's microprocessor automatically recorded the precise changes in that occurred in Kevin's body just as he reached orgasm. It could therefore be adjusted to stop just before orgasm was reached. I think you can see where I'm heading. I made the necessary adjustments then watched as Kevin shrieked and thrashed in torment as the vibrator took him to the brink of orgasm at least twenty times during the next ten minutes. “Well, Kevin,” I sat down next to him, “would you really like to have some more orgasms?”

Kevin's look was exceedingly eloquent. What the fuck kind of stupid question is that, it said. “Too bad,” I pinched and twisted his tiny nipples making him squeal in pain, “because you're not going to get any more orgasms till you say the magic words: 'Fuck me.' But before you even get to do that I'm going to teach you exactly what that means. Do you understand?” Kevin gave me a pleading look. “You're going to rape me.”

“Got that in one, my boy. I'm going to rape that sweet little ass of yours six ways to Sunday.”

I removed the vibrator and untied Kevin's hands. He tried to reach for his penis, but I flipped him over on his stomach and yanked him up into the knee chest position. I then retied his legs and arms to the bed. I lowered the bed till it rested on the floor, stripped off my clothes and got on behind him. Gripping his little hips tightly I lined up my 6 inch cock (small but efficient) with his tiny opening and rammed it home.

Kevin shrieked, perhaps more out of panic than pain, and bucked backwards in an understandable attempt to expel the intruder. That simply helped drive my extremely hard penis deeper up his ass.

“OWWWWWW!” Kevin screamed. "IT HURTS! IT HURTS! TAKE IT OUUTTT! AIEEEEEY!" I got my entire cock in. took it out than rammed it back up his anus. "YIEEEE OWIEEE! STOP PLEASE IT HURTS BADDD!" Again and again my spear went in and out of the eight year-old's love hole. I've been fucking little boys since I've been 12, but Kevin was one of the best fucks I ever had. His jerking struggles helped massage my cock pressing into his ultra tight 8 year old ass. As you may well imagine I had been pretty excited most of the day, so I shot my load after just five minutes into Kevin. My first load. Did I mention that while, naturally, I'm not as capable of repeated orgasms as an 8-year-old, at 24 I'm still able to do it quite a few times in an afternoon. After my first cum, I lay on top of Kevin for a few minutes. He was bawling his eyes out, crying for his long lost mummy. I got up and picked up a rag to wipe some of the blood away from the boy's ass. As I did this I reached under him to fondle his penis. Not too long, just to make him hard again to remind him of the good feelings I could also give him. But that would come later. As I masturbated him to his three inch erection my dick started getting hard again. Without further ado I plunged back into him. This time the rape took ten minutes to complete, with Kevin shrieking in agony during every second. My orgasm was so intense that it took me twenty minutes to recover. When I raped him the third time, I did it slower, fondling his penis and stroking his nipples while I did it. I didn't let Kevin reach an orgasm, but did this just to make the hurt a little less.

But not by much. Kevin's little face was a brilliant scarlet as he sobbed and sobbed. How well did I know that feeling! I waited till he had cried himself up then flipped him over on his back and retied him spread-eagled to the bed. I reattached the disk vibrators to his nipples, fitted the little glove over his penis and inserted the probe into his very sore little anus. Kevin wasn't very happy about this:

“OWWWW! TAKE IT OUT! TAKE IT OUUTTT !” His screams took on a slightly different tenor after I switched the vibrators back on. “OHHHH,” he gasped, squeezing his eyes shut, “AHHHOH.”

“Feeling better now?” I adjusted the device's controls to the optimal setting. “OK, Kevin, here's the deal: my little friend here is going to get you excited till you're just about to reach an orgasm, when it will switch off. It will keep doing this till you say the magic words. Do you remember them?”

Kevin gave a big sigh. “Fuck me?” he whispered.

“Very good, Kevin,” I patted him on the head and turned the vibrator back on. “Now, I'm afraid I've got business to attend to. I'll be back in about an hour to see how you're doing.”

Kevin was screaming “NO! NO! NO!” as I left the room. You know, when you get down to it, denying something to someone can be a much more effective method of torture than simply inflicting pain. From time to time I took a break from my work to watch Kevin's sexual torture. Well to be honest from time to time I took a break from watching Kevin to do a little work. It was a quite a site. His short blond hair was plastered against his head and his whole bare body was shining with sweat. His little nipples were clearly visible pressing hard against the transparent membrane of the nipple vibrator. His skinny ribs were pumping up and down, while his arms and legs strained against his bonds. Every so often his hips would rise off the bed with his little penis dancing wildly in the near approach of orgasm. After a moment or two he would fall back shrieking in angry frustration. In the first ten minutes Kevin was brought to the point of orgasm twenty five times. The pace had to be slowed down—even sexy eight year olds have their limits—so he was only tortured to the edge of orgasm fifteen times in the next twenty minutes. By the time I got back downstairs Kevin had been stimulated almost to orgasm nearly 100 times.

So it will come to no surprise that the innocent child's first words when he saw me were “FUCK ME! FUCK ME! GAWDAMMIT FUCKKK MEEEEEE! FUCK MEEEE!” I took my clothes off, untied him and got on the bed. Kevin immediately started masturbating. I pulled his hands off his penis and had him sit on my legs facing toward me. I wanted to see his face I want you to squat down on my dick and push your rear on to it. You can play with your penis like this,” I stroked it a couple of times, “while you're doing it. O.K.?” Kevin bit his lip and nodded. He gingerly lowered his small but down on me, grimacing in pain as the thick head of my cock once more penetrated his little rosebud. “That's it Kevin, you're doing great,” I gave his nipples an encouraging tweak. “Remember, play with your penis, it will make the hurt go away.” Kevin need no second reminder to masturbate as he got more and more of my dick up his sweet little ass. But we got me all inside him his hands flew into the air and he started screaming. Not in pain! A few seconds after my dick made contact with his little boy prostate Kevin was having an orgasm. Not at all unexpected given his long denial. What did startle me at least a little was that almost every time I thrust into him Kevin had another orgasm. His wild spasms were driving me crazy and I came much quicker than I wanted; say after just five minutes. By the time I spurted my load into him Kevin must had at least a dozen orgasms. And not little ones. Great big screaming at the top of his lungs, arms and legs flying everywhere orgasms.

“DO IT MORE! DO IT MORE! FUCK ME MOREEE!”

“I'll do my best,” I gasped. I managed to come in his rear about five more times. For each of my orgasms Kevin probably had at least ten. At last I couldn't take it anymore and lifted him off me. Kevin was worn out too and conked right out next to me. I took in my arms and we cuddled together dreaming of our next adventures.

[AUTHOR'S NOTE: Here endeth the second lesson. There may be one more scenario coming, involving a high tech, but absolutely non fatal, crucifixion, but this probably will have to wait a while. In the meantime if you like this kind of shit, try writing it yourself. Finally I want to emphasize again that this is pure fantasy. If any one seriously contemplates doing anything remotely like this to a real child they should kindly put a bullet in their brains to save the taxpayers the cost of dealing with them. Personally I don't think there is anything more evil than degrading another person like this. Iago]