Perverts 'R' Us

Mr. Agato's Son

By Cyberboy ( M/b, rape, bondage, tort )

I looked down at the little brat and felt my dick stiffen once again! He was on his back on a small table. Not small because it was low to the floor - on the contrary, he was raised up to my waist level. But it was small because it was designed just so to hold a little boy, with looped-ropes through holes at the back behind his head to hold his wrists tightly...and then to dangle his smooth legs off the front end.

His ankles had leather straps around them attached to chains which ran up to a pair of pulleys at the ceiling and back down again. The kid's father and I were tugging on the chains, causing the upper wheels to turn and forcing the boy's legs up and then spread apart SO wide that they'd both be at ninety-degree angles from his torso. His little body was straining, all his undeveloped muscles taut and visible beneath his smooth skin, struggling against the cruel pressure! You could tell how much it must hurt from the pained-expressions and crying the kid was making...fuck, that got me hard!

He was still wearing his bright yellow, Golden-boy, super-hero outfit, the short cape was spread under his back and the gloves and elf-booties were still there, his father explained, to help keep the chafing to his wrists and ankles at a minimum. Then there was the little domino-style face-mask made of a stretchy material that clung tightly around his eyes and while it didn't do much to protect his secret ID it helped immensely with the whole captured hero-boy look.

The only other part of his uniform was the tight-fitting, little brief, which had a sizable hole in it just over his anus through which we'd both raped him just a few minutes before! Damn, there was still some cum dripping from his red, sore boy-hole...he looked SO hot! He was a little Japanese boy, eight-years old, very sexy with decent muscle-tone for such a little brat. Probably about 3' 8" and maybe 50 pounds, with the spikey style short hair and blond toning. Kenji Agato...fucking hot kid!

His father and I had started talking about our boys the other day after a work-out at our Sports Club. We're both in our late twenties, and in good shape, strong and muscular, and we both had one boy each at close to the same age, going to the same school. And we were both quite sexually active with our boys too. But Mr. Agato kept going on about how very much more adventurous his own brat was. Finally, he invited me to come over today and try him out. I really wasn't sure what to expect, but it sounded like it would be fun. I had no idea how much fun it would be.

We came through the door and the kid come dashing out of his bedroom immediately, dressed in nothing but a shiny-silver bikini brief and a pair of glasses. He embraced his father with obvious love and Mr. Agato hugged back, then he pulled the boy slightly forward and moved his hands down, one to stroke his son's chest and the other to caress the delicate boy-penis of the child. And he told the boy, "This is Mr. Andrews, your schoolmate, Danny's father.

The nearly-naked boy bowed low to me and said eagerly, "My name is Kenji Agato, 8 years old and in the second-grade. I hope you will enjoy fucking me!"

Apparently Kenji knew that any man that his father brought home and introduced to him was clearly there to fuck him.

His father barked orders at him. "Quickly now, go and put on your Golden-Boy super-hero uniform and come back. Be prepared to be very brave for while the both of us surely will enjoy fucking you, we intend to do so extremely hard with no consideration of your own pleasure! You are a boy. Now GO!"

Without hesitation, the boy raced to his bedroom which was just a little down the hall, and I was too curious not to follow. Kenji had pulled his little outfit from where it was hung on a hanger in his closet and had just slipped out of his silvery brief as I entered. This forced him to pause in the fulfillment of his father's orders to bow again towards me, although this time utterly naked.

His voice was high and clearly excited as he said, "I have many outfits of sexual excitement to wear for the greater pleasures of men! As you can see, Mr. Andrew-san, I have four of the school uniforms, of course with the very shortest of pants. And as well as my Golden-Boy outfit, there are three other boy-hero uniforms for the experience of bravest sexual adventures of violent capture, extreme punishment, and dangerous rape! I have also the soccer, baseball, karate, and kendo uniforms for sports-game play, and tights and leotards for ballet dance and the acrobatic training. I must be in tiptop physical condition so that men may enjoy me more! These outfits are also sometimes enjoyed by men to have me wear before the acts of sexual pleasure!"

I commented at how tidy his room was and he beamed at the compliment of a man and said, "Sankyuu. It must be kept clean for the men who wish to enjoy me and make me feel the great intensity of fucking and other games in here. My bed is in the center of the room and is very large for the consideration of such men. I am sometimes taken with gentleness and yet others...as you can see there are chain-restraints wrapped neatly around the four bedposts for the play of the most thrilling Bondage!

Atop this chest is a book shelf lined with many jars of anal-lubricants, each of which is specially formulated to cause different sensations within the anus of a boy such as me. Some of these are intended to enhance the breathless pleasure of penetration for a lucky boy, while others demand a boy to be fiercely brave and strong as they increase the sensations of pain that a small boy such as me must always feel from the power of a man's thrusts within him!"

Little Kenji was simply incapable of saying these sorts of words without becoming aroused. His boy-dicklet was very stiff, standing straight up in expression of his desire to BE a boy and be taken by men! Several times, his hand moved involuntary with the need to touch himself, but the discipline of boyhood kept him from doing so. A boy in the presence of a man must submit himself and his pleasure entirely in the hands of the man!

"There is also a collection of many dildos, sized and shaped for the pleasurable penetration of my boy-anus, as well as others which are meant as firm and striking punishments! These are most often used when I am tied securely to the bed, so that I may struggle valiantly from the sensations of exciting pain, but be thrillingly helpless to do anything but endure! Many men enjoy this!"

By his harsh breathing, he clearly enjoyed it too.

I stepped over to the boy and sat next to him on his bed as he stood beside me. He stood very still as I traced the fingers of my right hand down the front of his sturdy, athletic, naked chest and stomach and then circled his slender waist. "You are beautiful," I said as I traced the perfect tan-line of a boy who has sunned himself while wearing only a v-style bikini, his body a creamy-smooth golden-brown except for the precious arrows at his front and back, pointing the way for all men to take him! His lean, gorgeous body was entirely hairless, except of course for the dark sheen of jet-black hair brushed backwards on his head, lightly gelled for the spiked style, and blond tinted at the tips.

He was already a pretty boy, but he also put effort towards a more arousing style and manner. My hand then reached around to his pert, protruding round bottom, and I caressed his smooth cheeks gently. There was a shallow cupboard attached to the wall near the bed, and I knew it was filled with belts, straps, canes, cords, whips, and sticks. How many thousands upon thousands of brutal spanks has this perfect boy-butt felt, I wondered. All in the service of arousing men to further acts of sex with him!

The little Japanese lad responded to my touch with his stiff, 3-inch erection of dagger-hard boyhood gradually pointing towards me. I then luxuriously fondled him, and his whole body quivered and gasped. Then when I gradually slid a single finger into his hungry boy-anus, oh yes his whole delicate body stiffened, and then he slowly spread his slender legs in open invitation to be fucked immediately! I knew this was a boy who liked to be fucked more than anything else in the world!

And yet, he also knew that he was not responding to his father's orders with the prompt swiftness of a proper boy. He was still naked, not dressing himself at all, for as he was only a boy, he could not disobey my own wishes. Kenji swallowed with nervous guilt even as he also shuddered with boyish pleasure at my touch. He knew he would be punished either way, and I rather liked that idea. That the boy would be punished for simply doing what I wanted him to do!

There was nothing for the lovely lad to do but continue breathlessly and raspy-voiced with his little narration as I proceeded to stroke him and delay him. "I...I have often spent many hours with men who at times need moments of relaxation, and so there is the wall-mounted screen for the television. If a man should wish it, he...he could watch of the many Sexual Adventures I have known in th..this room or within the more thrilling cooo...confines of the dungeon where I believe my Father will have me taken later with you, Mr. Andrew-san for the game of me being the bravest, little super-hero, Golden-boy! These most explicit of videos arouse the men to further exertions upon my...

"AAaaaaAAAaaaa...!" he unexpectedly exclaimed as I slipped a second finger gently into the moist tightness of the luscious lad's sphincter.

He found the strength to continue, "I...I have many drawers to hold the fine collection of briefs, underwear, bikinis, thongs, Speedos, and such which my kindest father has bought for me. I love to wear such things and so to entice as many men as possible to feel the most of sexual desire for me. It is good to be a boy that men want to fuck!" he stated proudly. Then the boy deftly reached and opened a drawer to hold up a leather bit that is nothing more than a sturdy strap for the waist and a tiny, tight-fitting pouch to the front and string to the back, "Some are even intended to fill a man with the...the darkest of paaa...passions towards even a very small boy! It is good for men to see me and want to perform acts of viiii...violent rape with me!" He held the bondage-bikini up for me to see, "It is very sexy, ne?"

I brushed it aside and pulled his face to me and kissed him hard and with passion, my tongue plunging deep into the mouth of the eight-year old boy. He responded perfectly, his arms thrown around my strong shoulders without any hesitation. We kissed together for more than a minute before I finally let him go. His earnest, round face lingered before me, his lips trembling. I have never seen a boy who wanted to be fucked more than Kenji at this moment. Finally, he could only whisper, "...my father..." with considerable guilt.

I did not let him go, however, continuing to touch, explore, and enjoy his naked body. "Tell me more," I said.

"hunhh...hunhhhh," he gasped. "My...collection of briefs take up fo..four drawers. Th...the bottom two hold the few shirts I sometimes wear and shorts to go with them. The shorts are small and tight and...and very short. Men want boys to...to dress in this way! Ohhhhh...I perform my school work at my desk with its very new coo...computer and the 24-inch screen! I have the fullest array of webcam gear and perhaps you have already noticed the two very expensive digital cameras on stands also in this room? It is with my Father's firm encouragement that I attend sites and chat groups and so to meet even more men who will wish to make the constant sexual use of me.

I also am responsible for maintaining my own site, which is as you can see, Mr. Andrew-san. It is updated weekly with new and exciting images, videos, and sound files for sale. There are many gallery listings, such as oral (which is mostly to show me giving the finest of oral pleasures to men), and anal (which is mostly to show me receiving the great gift of penetration from men), and rape (which is mostly to show me experiencing man/boy sex in the most true way, which is in a painful manner), and bondage (which is the bravest and most exciting adventures of boyhood!)! All of these are for sale as downloads for the pleasure of men.

I think it is most thrilling that men should find such images of me as cause for their own Sexual stimulation! In my boyish inexperience, it had not occurred to me how popular the sound files of my exclamations would be as I experience the perfect moment of penetration, either gentle or with earnest force, and then the repeated strokes inside of me! Enjoying the highest of sales presently is such a file of me having to experience one hundred strokes of a cane against my firm, boy-bottom!" which he punctuated with a playful slap against his naked butt. "There is the whistling sound of the cane as it is swung through the air, followed by the impact against my callow flesh and, of course, my cry of bitterest and sharp experience!

There are picture files to document this as well. I was dressed in only the leather bikini I had shown you earlier and tied by my wrists and ankles with absolute helplessness between two strong poles. Because I have not the strength of a man, for I am only a boy and miserably weak, I passed out constantly from the intense strikes against me. And so it was that I had to be revived over and over and this then took many hours. I am ashamed to say how often I sobbed and cried and screamed and begged for the end of this thrilling adventure and true test of my boyhood! But it is so that I am only a small boy, and it is best to be this way for the noble pleasure of men!"

The boy's eyes glistened as he spoke and his little boy-dicklet was dagger-hard at the memory of this brutal assault to his delicate body. It had been a particularly long session followed by a strenuous gang-rape involving four men! For little Kenji, sex, rape, bondage and even torture were clearly all part of the same thing...all part of being a boy!

Studiously, like a little school-boy finishing his report, he added, "And so finally, there are instructions at my site for men to arrange all manner of experiences and personal adventures with me! They may wish to make pleasurable use of me here or at other places of man/boy adventure or, perhaps, within their own home. In those cases I am sometimes delivered in various manner...perhaps formally introduced, or perhaps dressed in some outfit which is exciting and my wrists may be tied together behind me. Some men prefer that I be delivered to them as an unconscious, and so truly helpless, boy...whether by some manner of drug or from a beating with clear marks and bruises. Ahhhh...in my adventurous life as a boy, I have felt a full-grown man strike me with the great force of his clenched fist into my stomach nearly a hundred times! My left eye has been blackened eight times and my right eye only seven," he added as he pointed to each of his wide-open orbs. "Then in other cases, men enjoy beginning certain games by acquiring me themselves. These are most certainly to be games of rape in which I am lured most convincingly by my pretended innocence into a car or else forcibly taken. I am to fight back in these situations, although being only a miserably weak 8-year old boy, I am always quickly over-powered and beaten with manly force and then taken to a place where i must be made to feel the repeated and vigorous fucking of men!"

The boy's pretty, brown eyes got a far-off look and his whole, slight frame experienced a strong tremble as he said, "To be taken by force and raped, held down and helpless and fucked with pain...ohhhhhh, truly this is when I feel most like a boy...!"

I glanced away from the quivering youngster for a moment, my attention caught by the various pictures and posters which covered the walls. They all featured Men and boys with an entirely unambiguous sexual theme. I could see lots of shots of an eagerly smiling Kenji in a bikini-Speedo either with his father, or other men (sometimes LOTS of other men), and one in particular of a naked Kenji struggling to open his mouth big enough to take in just about the biggest, erect man-cock I'd ever seen, while a similarly endowed Man worked a lubricant into the boy's tight anus.

The boy's quick eyes followed my gaze. "Ahhh, that is Mr. Jackson-san and Mr. Jackson-san. They are identical twins, each with the great power of a 14" man-cock! They deeply enjoy their monthly visits with me which, I am certain you can imagine, are most intense and bold adventures for me as well!" The child spoke with great pride, obviously well-pleased that he could endure such a deep penetration within his so-young boyish body!

Very politely the boy stepped slightly back and asked, "Mr. Andrew-san, may I now finish dressing myself?"

I replied, "Yes, you should. So that I and your father might begin an intense and bold adventure with you of our own!" Then I added with a menacing tone, "I want to rape you, boy!" He let out an audible gasp in reply, his boy-dicklet again stiffening to its full length, as he quickly then finished the transformation to the brave hero, Golden-Boy.

Walking to me and looking up with his big, earnest eyes he said, "Please take me to my father...that I may feel the most intense of experiences as a boy for your pleasures!" and he placed his wrists together behind his back and short cape. It took me a second to realize I should grip his lower arms tightly and force him back to Mr Agato...with the boy not missing a beat and trying his best efforts to get away from me from that point on. Of course he never had a chance, him being so small and me being so much bigger and stronger...but it got me hot, especially the way he cried out, "No...please NO!"

As soon as I brought him before his old man, Mr. Agato slapped the boy a good one right across his face...then did it again going the other way. Clearly the Father was angry at the long delay and, of course, taking it out on the boy! These were blows that would hurt a man, and so it was no wonder that Kenji's long, lithe legs immediately buckled so that the only thing keeping him standing up was me. There was a splash of blood already from his mouth and the sudden violence just shocked me. But then his father demanded that he quit playing games and tell him the location of the missing Sword of Hayama, and the gasping boy managed to answer, "You can't make me tell...!" They had already started the game that we would play and I had to admit that what Mr. Agato next said got me real excited.

"We shall see about that, Golden-Boy! The both of us shall rape you...harder than any boy has ever been raped before! We shall rape you up your virgin-ass and make you scream for mercy! When you have been raped enough, Golden-Boy, you will beg to tell us what you know!"

Little Kenji looked wide-eyed with shock and terror as his father grabbed him out of my stunned hands and forced him over a table. He pushed down tightly on the boy's back and then reached a finger through a leg-opening of the yellow brief and poked a hole through the flimsy fabric to expose the boy's anus. Then he used both hands to restrain the frantically struggling boy while indicating that I was to come forward and be first. "take him," he commanded, "take him as hard as you can!"

My pants were off immediately and the sight of the struggling, costumed boy who was already sobbing, "No...NO...please Mister, don't! I...I'm only eight-years old!" gave me a sizzling-hard 9-inch erection, which I advanced on him without hesitation. But then a saw the target of my desire, the little rosebud of the child's sphincter...looking like a little pinprick of flesh, utterly unused, as tight as any truly virgin-boy I'd ever seen! I knew there were anal-lotions to maintain tightness on a boy who gets a lot of use, because I used one on my own boy. But I'd never come across the type that would keep a boy this tight.

His father hadn't been kidding about saying Golden-Boy had a virgin-ass...every time must be like the first time for this kid! I remembered the first time with my own son and how gentle and slow and loving I'd been...and how 6-year old Danny still cried and even screamed through the whole fuck. Little Kenji didn't have the slightest speck of lubrication in his anus, and not a bit was on my own vibrant man-cock! No wait, not little 'Kenji'...this kid was 'Golden-Boy' and he deserved whatever happened to him! "Fuck, my cock is hard! I can't believe how much I wanna rape this kid!" I thought to myself as I lined up my big dick to the boy's shriveled entry!

Forcing the boy's legs apart with my own body and then gripping Kenji's skinny waist at the left side with one hand, I guided my stiff cock to the lad's sphincter and yelled out, "take it, Golden-Boy!" as I stabbed it at the brat! I was first rebuffed by the kid's tightness, my dick finally bouncing up and over the firm, round, pale butt cheeks of the Japanese boy. But the kid gasped loudly at the attempt and pleaded with me not to try again, which excited me as much as if I'd made it inside the callow youngster.

I quickly lined up for a second go, finding a little purchase for the head of my cock and then pushed steadily and powerfully. The boy-child moaned loudly with a gradually higher pitch as I suddenly felt my cock-head burst through for about an inch! Without hesitation, I let go of my own dick and gripped the boy at his slender waist, so thin and small that my thumbs could reach out and touch across his back. I held him with both hands and shoved! I was immediately rewarded with the tightest sensation around my pulsating cock i'd ever known and the shrillest scream of a boy's pain i'd ever heard! It nearly made me pull back out but then Mr. Agato encouraged me to fuck his little brat even harder!

Which is exactly what I did as the boy-child's skinny legs flailed and the high-pitched treble voice screamed! I ass-pounded into the helpless Golden-Boy, full-length strokes of my hard cock in-and-out...in-and-out of the quivering, fiery-hot anus of the struggling little boy! That made it even more exciting, the way he struggled! Mr. Agato leaned down and told him that this would continue...he would be raped like this, maybe raped to death if he did not talk! And brave, little Golden-Boy managed to refuse, even between his crying and screaming! Oh yeahh, this kid was a faggot-brat, that was for sure...he obviously loved a man's cock up his tight, boy ass! But I knew I was hurting him...I knew no little kid could really be enjoying it the way i was fucking him so hard! And I just could not believe how much that turned me on!

In no time at all, I blasted the insides of the boy's anus with a thick stream of hot man-cum! In almost a daze, I pulled out and took Mr. Agato's position as the father lined up to ravage his own son! The kid whimpered and pleaded brilliantly during the brief moment that he wasn't feeling rape...and if I'd been a father then, I would undoubtedly have felt sympathy for him. But I was entirely caught up in the fantasy...I was a villain alongside Mr. Agato, and Golden-Boy was our little prisoner! Mr. Agato summed it up when he said, "We will rape you without mercy, Golden-boy!"

It was as much of a rush watching another man fuck him while I held the kid down. He never stopped struggling...never! And it was hot to feel his childish muscles fight to get free while his father's 8-inch cock drove relentlessly deep into his quivering boy-anus and then back out again! Hearing him scream and cry to the pain of ruthless penetration quickly got me hard as a rock again! I figured Mr. Agato could have held out for a lot longer, he's obviously spent a lot of time training his son to take it like this...but he held it to a little over ten minutes of furious rape before he blasted his load inside the boy. Great, because I wanted another turn at the brat!

I flipped him over onto his back and shoved his legs up 'till his knees were at his cheeks. I pressed down hard until I got the wince and cry of pain I was shooting for. I gritted my teeth and snarled into the crying, tear-filled, runny-nosed face of this beautiful boy-child and then yelled at him, "I will break you, Golden-Boy! I will fuck you so hard this time that you'll think you're going to die!" And I watched his face as his father helped guide my throbbing cock to his painfully sore but still-tight sphincter.

I watched as his mouth opened wider and his eyes went bigger as I sloooooooowly forced my way inside his tiny body...and he gasped and cried louder and louder until I finally lunged in with a full attack and hammer-fucked my steel-hard cock oh-so-deep inside his bowels! His eyes clenched tight and his scream was piercing as I thrust and thrust the power of my manhood into his defenseless anus. His whole boyhood gave way to my overwhelming strength and I felt as though my own cock grew in length and vitality as I Raped and raped this little brat for all i was worth! I saw his own little dicklet stiffen several times during what could only be called sexual assault, his body confused by the boy-fag's love of anal-penetration and the desperate pain of rape!

I came again after 20 minutes, spent and exhausted...worn down and gasping from ravaging a little boy! I needed air and water, and staggered away. The kid's screaming followed me though, assuring that his father was still full of energy. When I returned, I could scarcely believe the sight of the ferocious pounding that Mr. Agato was exerting on his son. I stood breathless as I saw the boy still on his back and only able to stare wide-eyed as he shouted his agony!

His arms were pulled wide and tied by his wrists to cords that had been tucked away hidden beneath the table. I wondered if I had fucked the boy this ruthlessly on my last turn as I watched Mr. Agato withdraw the entire length of his thick cock and then ram it back through the tight enclosure again and again and again! I reached over to rub the boy's soft dicklet but could not induce any stiffness...obviously his boy-body was in no way confused that there could ever be any pleasure felt from this! The pretty youngster writhed and frothed in utmost pain for a raging 20 minutes, and then his father took it up a notch by force-fucking the brat with even more rapid strokes until after five brutal minutes of the tear-faced Golden-Boy wailing his misery, Mr. Agato finally climaxed himself deep inside his helpless son.

Like all sexually-active, premature boys, Kenji experienced sexual climax as a dry orgasm brought about by anal-stimulation. And like my little Danny, I'm sure he always found it a thrilling sensation of total boy-sex pleasure! But I did not know that a boy could be so prepared that when he is fucked or raped in a pain-inducing manner he does not experience pleasure from orgasm but instead his body is twisted into a spasming agony which is worse than all of the rape which preceded it! Little Golden-Boy was raped into feeling this gut-wrenching pain once during my first time, twice from his father's first, three times from my second and four from his father's last! I had never before seen a boy respond in this way, screaming in sheer agony from his own anally-stimulated boy-orgasm!

Damn, it was hot!

After his father had finished with him a second time, I had to imagine that the tiny lad was spent. Gasping Kenji simply lay there like a limp rag, long, smooth, slender legs spread obscenely wide; and he was covered in boy sweat and man-sweat and cum! His father loosened the bonds at his wrists and then directed me to pick him up. He was entirely unresisting as I did so, barely conscious with thick streams of man-cum oozing down his slender legs. I put the caped, boy-wonder over my shoulder and as I did so he muttered, "I'll..never..tell..you..anything. I...I am Go~Golden Boy..!"

My dick grew hard again as I realized he expected more, that he knew the game wasn't over. And most especially, that the little fag-brat actually wanted more! I stroked my hand down his back and petted the boy's firm, well-raped bottom generously.

"Bring him down to the Dungeon of Torture!" commanded Mr. Agato, and I followed where he led down a flight of stairs to the basement. The basement ran the length of the whole house, braced with heavy, wooden beams and filled with every imaginable tool of bondage and torture that I could imagine.

There were chains and manacles hanging from walls and the ceiling. X-Crosses and T-Crosses, sized just so to bind a boy of Kenji's size. There were all manner of boy-fitting benches and tables with more restraints and all sorts of instruments for physical and especially sexual pain! There was a rack of whips and canes and straps and paddles...and there was a Rack of the medieval kind! I saw a conveyor belt which could be fitted with several different *endings* for the boy, including a terrible impaler and a whirling buzzsaw!

There were several shelves filled with devices that I had to take a moment to recognize as dildos, because of their massive size and terrible shapes! No man who preferred the sexual sensation of anal-penetration could derive pleasure from these merciless sex-toys...and so I could only imagine the unendurable suffering that a boy of Kenji's small and delicate size would have to experience!

I paused at the landing, taken entirely aback by the intense presence of fear and pain that pervaded the chamber...Chamber of torture indeed! How easy it was to imagine the helpless brat in my hands, screaming his lungs out from unimaginable pain! And so I pulled him off my shoulder and then held him out, my own strong hands supporting the boy-child just under his smooth armpits. I shook the barely aware boy several times and spoke his name, "Golden-Boy...wake up little Golden-Boy! Wake up and see what's in store for you!"

The boy's eyes opened to a sight that was obviously quite familiar to him. And yet he looked about him in fear, as though it might be a new experience for the boy-hero. Kenji stared wide-eyed through his little, yellow mask at the moodily lighted chamber and all the horrible instruments...and to the excited pleasure of my again stiffening cock, he started to tremble and started to quiver and started to cry and beg. "Oh please Mister...oh please! Do not DO this to me! Please, ohh please do not! Oh god, oh god...I am only a boy! I am barely 8-years old! You...you cannot mean it! You cannot mean to do this to an 8-year old boy! Do not...please do not hahhuh..hurt me like this! Please, ohh Mister, pleeeeeeese do not torture me!"

It sure didn't seem like an act to me, this brat was scared...terrified! He knew this was going to happen to him no matter what he said now! I stroked my hand against the front of his tight-fitting, costume briefs and that was enough to cause the tense and frightened youngster to lose control and wet himself in my arms. I felt the warm boy-pee flow onto my hand and then dribble in a stream down the boy's skinny legs where it collected in his cute elf-booties! I teased him about what a scaredy-cat he was...what a little girl he was, peeing his little, yellow bikini-pants just because he was about to feel a little intense torture! I held him and shook him as he cried pitiful tears of terrified anticipation, and I mocked the so-called courage of this child who was less than half my size.

Of course it was unfair, but that's what made it so hot!

I held him tight to me as he whimpered and sobbed, I ran my hands all over his nearly naked, moist, sexy body! I licked in his ear and whispered to him if he wanted me to rescue him, then he would have to become my boy! And I rubbed his little dicklet again until this time he got a sturdy little boy-boner...and I told him how as my boy-partner he would be fucked every day and how he'd better learn to like it! The injured, sore little boy moaned and sobbed and gasped and fretted against my sexually-arousing ministrations...wriggling and writhing and wanting it in his little, boy-faggot heart, but denying it finally as the brave, little, hero-boy that he was!

"No...NO! You cannot...cannot make me!" he stammered with as much boy-defiance as he could muster. "You cannot make me become a...a boy-sex slave!"

Mr. Agato had called me over to a particular device and of course I brought the boy with me and made him look at what awaited him. It shocked me too but I was already prepared to say, "Become my boy sex-slave or face this!" His face worked in real emotion as he fought the terror of what he would have to feel, but finally through sobbing tears he managed to say that he was Golden-Boy and he wouldn't give in!

I knew Mr. Agato was proud of his son because my own heart went out to the incredible bravery of this 8-year old boy! And as the two of us bound the sobbing child helplessly to the small table, I for the first time considered that I wished it were my own blond-haired, 7-year old boy, Danny, who was being tied down and facing gruesome sexual torture with such...such perfect boy-ness!

Before binding his ankles, the boy's father thought to remove his adorable footwear first and tilt them to the lad's mouth to pour his own boy-pee back inside him! I held his head and pried his jaw open and forced him so that the humiliated child eventually had to swallow. Then his wet, golden-yellow slippers were back on his feet and then the strong ankle-straps were securely fastened.

We finished the pull on the chains so that Golden-Boy's legs were spread so wide that if we pushed harder I really thought it might snap the joints of Kenji's bones! A final strong leather-strap was put over the lad's smooth chest to keep him flat and in position. Then the true torture was brought forward, a piston powered by an electric motor that would drive a fearsome dildo into and out of the anus of the gasping boy!

Kenji's mouth was dry though he tried to make moisture and swallow. His eyes opened as wide as possible to see the hideous device. the dildo was made of three solid-steel balls that were all 3" thick, only slightly smaller than a baseball, and each one separated by one-inch of shaft that was maybe an inch-and-half around. The Piston-Shaft would drive the entire length into him...all three of the balls plus the inch of shaft behind them before pulling the whole ordeal back out of the boy to ravage him again! Twelve steel-hard inches of unrelenting sexpain!

His father explained the operation with a breathy voice. "You see, the strong, well-trained, flexible muscles of the boy's anal-cavity will, of course, be pulverized by the invader! His tight insides will swell to the fearsome balls and contract to the kinder shaft...all in motion as it slowly passes into him! Ohhhh...the dreadful pain he will feel! And then his precious boy-anus will contract again fully as the whole of the torture-device pulls out! Only...huhh-huhhh...only to be torn open again! NO boy...even our brave, little Golden-Boy can withstand this sort of sexual agony for long! Even his sturdy body will betray him as the ghastly penetration draws him towards an anal-orgasm of sheer and total convulsive pain! We shall rip the secrets from his piercing screams!"

I was beyond wondering that I could watch something like this anymore. He pressed the button and I began to touch and caress the boy's defenseless body and then I tilted his head up so he could watch with wide-eyes as the unbelievable torture gradually came closer and closer! He pleaded with us, "Nooo...ohh pleeeeeese NOO! Please, I am only a boy...I am only eight years old...I am just a little boy!" but it made no difference to me. I licked in his ear and kept repeating to him, "Sexual torture!" as I reached across to stroke his little dicklet and made him get another boy-boner! I was struck by how arousing it was to watch him wriggle and squirm in hopeless attempts to free himself from the agony that was coming!

His father then joined me as we licked and kissed and fondled the sobbing, fitful boy while the rough, round head of the dildo pressed against his delicate, tight sphincter and then slooooowwly forced his boy-flesh to yield! The kid's mouth opened wider and wider as any thought of sexual pleasure from the penetration was crushed by the power of massive steel that was being cruelly driven into the masked boy. Kenji made spectacular gurgling and gasping sounds from the ever-increasing sensation of pain he was forced to feel! Five minutes later, the widest part of the first steel ball displayed the now screaming boy's anus ripped open three inches wide, his whole, small body trembling and shaking from unendurable suffering!

I swallowed hard as I watched...almost not being able to conceive that this was only the first ball and that there was still so very much more thrilling adventure for the brave, little, second-grader to experience! The fierce dildo was not halfway inside him and the shrieking Japanese schoolboy looked and sounded like he would die from it! It was a machine, it would never get tired, and it would rape him relentlessly for so very long!

as the minutes passed with dreadful slowness and the second ball was finally pushed inside, I leaned down again and told him, "It will rape you to death, Golden-Boy! You will die screaming from sexual torment!" and he sobbed perfectly!

Fifteen awesome minutes from when it was first activated, the hideous machine had finally and fully penetrated the quivering anus of the boy! I could press down on his stomach and feeeeel the 12-inches of solid steel power that were buried so deep within his small body! He was crying nonstop and pitifully, his eyes searching all around for a mercy that did not exist in this room of helpless, little-boy torture! Then the machine made an awful, clanging sound and the piston began to pull back...faster this time, oh so much faster! The preliminaries were over, even the machine wanted to rape him in earnest! It would pull back until only the widest part of the first ball was still within the writhing boy, and then the entire mass was shoved back in! His screams were music to my ears! What an incredible boy, he kept on struggling against the straps that held his body in obscene position for this terrible trial of tears!

I could not begin to imagine the awesome pain that must accompany the climactic-contraction of his anus as that unyielding tool continued to drive its cruel path within the helpless Golden-Boy! My own cock became like a bar of iron and I could not keep my hands off it as I watched the forsaken little hero twist and contort in blazing paroxysms of throbbing misery! Mr. Agato was doing the same, stimulating himself even quicker than I. He moved forward at the moment to shoot his load into the wide-opened mouth of the screaming boy-child! Golden-boy gagged and choked on the man-cum...rendering his suffering in even more tortured sounds than before. A short time later, I repeated the process.

Twenty minutes more and it all became too much for me. I could only watch in a daze as the boy's father tugged down the little lad's costume-briefs and stroked the boy to stiff hardness! Then he took up what looked at first like a screw-driver, but protruding from the handle was a 5-inch long rod that was maybe quarter-inch around and encrusted with rough protrusions. Gripping the defenseless boy's dagger-hard cocklet straight up in one hand and using his thumb and index finger to pull open the tiny pee-hole, he then drove the merciless tool down through the length of the skinny dicklet!

This incredible violation of the brat's very boyhood caused him to shriek in utter dismay and terrible anguish! As the machine raped the boy's anus, his own father hand-fucked the lad's penis with the vicious instrument! I could feel my own heart pounding at the overwhelming sight and sound of the convulsing boy who was about to experience his third and most terrible orgasm of excruciation! Despite the extreme vitality of little Kenji's screaming, I had to walk away.

Several minutes later, Mr. Agato joined me, pouring a glass of cool water for himself and me as his boy continued to cry and suffer. I wondered that he wasn't afraid of killing his son and he answered, "Ahh, Kenji is a very strong boy and I have trained him and prepared him well! Still, even his bravery will fail after two more such torture-filled orgasms and he will surrender his secrets. At that point in the game, the villains usually remove him from the device to rape him again! The point of the torture is, of course, to stimulate further arousal!"

Well, there was certainly NO doubt about that as, despite the dizziness, my dick was ragingly hard enough to cut diamonds! I for sure knew that I had to stuff Golden-Boy with my man-cock at least one more time!

"On the other hand, as this is your first experience with this sort of game...which you have played exceptionally well, by the way...it might be preferred for us to take on the role of Golden-Boy's rescuers...and save him before he loses his pride as a boy and so then to show him our love."

Right as he said it, I knew it's what I wanted. I was so damn proud of this boy...I wanted him to feel the powerful love of a man...make him absolutely purrrr with the pleasure of man/boy passion! Without hesitation I agreed with rescuing him! He smiled and assured me that it would be the most potent sex I have ever experienced...with a boy or with anyone! A boy who has been raped and tortured feels such an outpouring of love for his rescuer that, though his body is still sore, he gives of everything that he is!

I was brought back to the world of Kenji's screaming, and it suddenly disturbed me. He pulled me back before I could go to him. "No," he said, "My son is experiencing the total sensation of boyhood...the helpless experience of Sexual pain! It is his passion, it is what he is! My son loves to be a boy! He is entirely within the world of his beloved hero, Golden-Boy. That is the boy he is! He has known the love of men and the rape of men and the torture of men! He gives himself entirely to men...that is the state of true boyhood! He has vowed that he will be a boy for the rest of his life...and so he shall be!

I shall allow him to become barely 8½ years of age...so to become a sturdier, stronger boy that he can withstand even greater experience...but then he shall grow no older and no bigger. He will live long but he shall do so forever as a boy! A willing instrument of man's pleasure!"

My cock was so hard...so painfully hard! I dashed back to Kenji and spread my hands over his torso and legs as he suffered the throes of further boy-sex-pain! I kissed the crying youngster on the lips and petted his hair, and then his father led me away and upstairs...there to change into some appropriate outfits for rescuing him after he'd suffered on his own for another fifteen minutes. And as we climbed the stairs to the sound of his rape-filled screams, I told Mr. Agato that I wanted to see my own son, danny, bound like that...feeling the same things and yet knowing the bravery of boyhood! I wanted my boy to become stiff and excited at the thought of being raped and tortured! I wanted him to put boyhood, to put devotion to men...to me before everything else!

Mr. Agato nodded. "I have seen your son, he is very pretty, a beautiful boy! And he is only 7-years of age, is that not so? And he is already quite agreeable to the man/boy sexual acts?"

"Yes," I answered, "he loves to feel a man's dick up his ass...from me and from other men! He's definitely a little faggot boy who loves to be fucked!"

He smiled, "Perhaps then you should test his devotion to being such a boy. As you saw in my son's bedroom, he has many clients who enjoy him. There are many men without sons or boys of their own. And as well, there are boys who do not enjoy the MAN/boy sexual acts, or at least not to the excited level of my son...and hopefully yours. So then it can be arranged to gather, perhaps, twenty potent men to test the limits of desire in your boy!"

"You mean to have him gang-raped?"

"No," he replied, "Of course not. Your boy is too untried to endure such activity. He will, however, be Gang-fucked...used over and over by all of the men. As an adventurous boy (for all boys crave adventure) he will be excited to be so much the focus of so many men and he will enjoy it for quite some time, for the men who would be invited will be moved more by the pleasure of a boy then his pain! But before they have all gone even once...his resolve will be shaken, and yet still it will go on! A boy can only experience so much, and then even pleasure becomes pain! He will have to endure and be strong and uncommonly brave! His tender anus will be constantly filled and his mouth quite often put to the use of oral sex-acts! He will be encouraged not to cry or at least make too much of a fuss! All of the men will resolve him to take it...to take more...to be a boy and to serve! And if he responds properly...then you may guide him further to total boyhood!

"If you wish, my boy, Kenji, will also speak to him of the thrill and perfection of boyhood, and so help him to find the pleasure in being fucked without ceasing for nearly two entire days! And if I may, Mr. Andrews, it does seem to me by the very movements of your son and the way he stands around men, that he already wishes in his heart to become a slave-boy of man's sexual pleasure! Of course he is merely a boy and so cannot be expected to understand that this is what he truly wants. And so it is the responsibility of a man to make this choice for a boy...and then to train the boy from that point onward. eventually all such boys accept true boyhood!

I knew right away what he meant. I knew that the first times his own son, Kenji, was raped and tortured that he was nowhere near as brave or as willing as he is now. Probably he fought and probably he begged after not to have to do it again! A boy would have to be trained to want to be hurt! Constant conditioning for a kid to find it exciting and to be able to get a boy-boner when a man strokes him and tells him he is about to be raped! Every day for at least a year i'd have to train my boy, my precious, blond-haired, slender, beautiful, helpless, little boy! it gave me such a hard-on to imagine doing it...ravishing him into final and ultimate submission...until he was a total boy! My mind already skipped ahead to the day when my own son would approach men and say in an eager, piping, little voice, "My name is Danny and I'm an 8-year old, second-grader...an' I can't wait for you all to fuck me as hard as you want!"

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