Perverts 'R' Us

Punishing Russell

By Toddsexer ( m/b, cbt, bd, sm )

story ideas to trey_fisher7@yahoo.com

The door creaked open to reveal a rather large-sized room, about 25 feet wide by 40 feet long. The walls of the room were covered in black rubber sheeting, and the floor was tile, warmed by an under-floor electric heating system. A rather ordinary room except for the fact that a small naked boy was bound face up onto a leather bench in the middle of the room. A single bright spotlight shone down onto his body, revealing his terrified face.

Black rubber straps pulled the boy's arms over his head, and two more rubber straps tied to his ankles pulled his legs far apart. Despite the strain on the boy's body, only the faintest sounds could be heard coming through a large rubber ball wedged tightly into his mouth. A very sweet-looking image, and full of possibilities to the man. With a click, the man locked the door and hung the key on a hook.

Walking around the room, the man switched on four additional lights set up on poles, and also adjusted the video and still cameras mounted on their tripods. "Such a large amount of money-making child porn," he thought. "All those years wasted taking lousy wedding pictures and school yearbook images."

The man thought back to the day he'd stumbled across child porn pics in newsgroups on the net. So many men were loading hundreds of pics onto the net every day. It was unbelievable the number of pics, with all ages and types of boys posing naked, some with other kids, but lots with men doing every kind of sexual act. One newsgroup, "boysm," was filled with so many images of preteen boys being bound and abused it took him hours to save all the images he saw. Then, once he'd been recognized as a regular trusted member, he'd contacted some of the more "aggressive" men posting pics and stories and asked if he could assist them with some better camera equipment and scene suggestions. One man led to another, then to a director of an orphanage with a few sadistic donors, then to a man with a dungeon playroom, and soon everything came together and he had his own pics flooding onto the net.

His first boy was a beautiful 6-year-old brown-haired boy that had been brought to him by his own father. The boy endured 7 hours of bondage torture, being tied and paddled in many different positions, slapped around and ordered to help two other pedos shoot their cum all over his face while his father watched. One of men liked to get almost to orgasm, and then pull away and paddle the boy around the room like a dog, down on all fours on a collar and leash. The other pedo would force the boy into painful positions and ram fingers, dildos, or cocks in his mouth, telling him if he did everything they asked they would let him go. Of course, as soon as the boy completed the task, the men would say it wasn't what they wanted and punish him with a belt over his cock. All the time the boy's father sat jacking his cock and telling his son what a little whore he was.

I had enough material for five videos, each one showing the boy losing control a little bit more until by the end of the fifth scene he was babbling, "Yes, Sir" to whatever anyone said and barking like a dog. I've since seen DVDs where he's been fucked by five or six men in a row (when he's not being strapped and paddled in his cage). You can order his puppyslaveboy DVDs through his father in pedo channels on the net.

Now, forty-seven boys later, I have this new one, Russell. A quick glance at his file told me he was almost five, brought into the local orphanage by his grandfather who didn't want him. Small, longish blond hair, blue eyes, white teeth, good weight, cock 2 inches erect. Nice sized ball sac, smooth round butt, scared and submissive. An excellent subject.

Once the cameras were rolling the man walked into the center of the room and examined Russell. He ran his hands all over the boy's body, held his genitals in his hand and squeezed them, then worked his way up to the boys nipples and gave them a twist. With each new touch, the boy jumped and tried to look away. When the man was satisfied with the tension on the rubber straps and made sure the ball gag was firmly in place, he walked over to the wall and selected a medium sized leather strap. It had a good weight, made a loud smack when struck, and left a good sized red mark on the skin. Just the thing to start with.

Coming back to the bound boy, the man looked down into his face and said, "Now Russell, I'm going to strap you with this piece of leather for five minutes, and if you can keep from making any noise, I'll stop. Otherwise I'll have to do it again, understand"?

The look on the boy's face was wonderful, and the man knew the camera mounted directly over Russell's head was capturing every small reaction. Russell couldn't even nod or react, he was so terrified. He couldn't understand why he was here. What had he done wrong?

The last thing Russell thought before the first blow from the strap was, "I'm sorry! I'll be good. Why are you doing this?" With a loud crack the strap came down on Russell's right thigh. It instantly left an angry red welt across the boy's white skin. Russell's hips bounced up from the shock, but the tight rubber straps kept his body in position. Beads of sweat were forming on Russell's forehead, and a tiny whine was starting in the back of his throat.

Whack! Whack! Whack! The blows started raining down on the pre-teen's bound body. The pain was intense, like a fire burning everywhere at once. The man worked his way up Russell's thigh onto his stomach, then up his chest to his nipples. Several hard blows caught Russell's nipples exactly, and the pain exploded up his spine and into his brain. The boy gave up all attempts at being quiet and started screaming into the rubber gag. "Excellent" thought the man, "A nice long session today."

After four minutes the front of Russell's body was sufficiently tenderized for the man to focus on the area every hard pedo wants to see abused, the cock and balls. The small set of genitals looked fantastic, exposed and helpless, still white and unhurt surrounded by a sea of angry red skin. That wouldn't last long. With a terrific swing, the man brought the end of the strap down onto Russell's cock, getting an extremely high pitched shriek out of the boy. With one eye on the clock, the man counted out the strokes in the last minute of the torture. Five, six, seven…eighteen, nineteen, twenty…thirty-one, thirty-two, thirty-three…

Finally, at fifty-one strokes, the five minutes were up. Russell was lying on the bondage bench, gasping and twisting wildly in pain. His cock was darkening, and the sack underneath was swelling up and turning blue from the beating. The tears were rolling down Russell's face, and the little boy looked half unconscious from the shock.

With a smile, the man walked back to the wall and hung up the strap, pausing to have some water and check the playback on a couple of the cameras. The boy looked fantastic from every angle. When the scene would be cut together later in editing, the man knew he had another big money-maker. When he was rested, the man picked up another strap and walked back to the table.

"Russell, Russell, can you hear me?" the man asked. Russell tried to turn his head and look at the man. He nodded weakly. "Russell, you did pretty well for your first time, but you made a lot of noise, didn't you?" Russell looked stricken, and tried to struggle on the table. "Now Russell, I made you a promise. If you can't help me keep my promise, I have to do my work all over again, won't I?" Russell closed his eyes and cried loudly into the rubber ball in his mouth. "Now Russell, I've punished lots of boys here, some younger than you. You don't want to be the only one that didn't help me out, do you?" said the man. Russell didn't know what to think. He just opened and closed his eyes several times, then lay still and stared at the man.

"OK, Russell, at the count of three I'm going to start over again, but this time it's for ten minutes with this," the man said. Raising his arm, he showed Russell a leather belt almost two feet long and two inches wide with a wooden handle. The belt was almost a quarter inch thick, and had several holes cut into the leather near the tip. Russell shook against the table, and begged the man not to hit him, but all the man heard were muffled grunts from the gagged boy.

"Ready for your punishment? One, two, three!" The man raised his arm over his head and swiftly brought it down on the top of Russell's left leg. A very loud crack echoed through the room, and it was all Russell could do to keep from screaming his head off. Again and again the belt struck the boy, all across his legs, his inner thighs, up his stomach and onto his chest. The man spared no effort in flailing away at the boy, knowing the cameras were recording every blow. The little body in front of him twisted as best it could, but the tension straps on his arms and ankles kept him centered on the bondage table.

After what seemed like an eternity of pain, the man yelled, "OK, Russell, now for the two minutes of cock and ball torture you've earned!" The angle of the man's arm changed, and the heavy belt arced down and struck the boy's cock. The tiny shaft jumped and flopped around under the lashing, and Russell's cock never really had a chance to stop moving before the next whack from the belt.

"Come on Russell, let's see you take it," yelled the man. A particularly hard whack landed square on Russell's sack, sending a river of pain up the boy's spine into his head. "That's a good one, Russell. Let's see you take 10 more just like that."

From then on, every blow came down right on the boy's swelling sack. The belt rained down in a blur, and the man was soon lost in lust and need, whacking the bound boy's genitals. At every count of ten, the man yelled, "OK, ten more!" and kept repeatedly beating the ball sack until the last two minutes were up.

"OK, Russell, I need a minute to rest. That was a good ball-work session."

Russell lay wracked in pain, twisting on the table. He couldn't even feel his cock anymore, and if he could look down he would have been shocked to see his genitals swollen to twice their normal size and quickly turning dark blue from the beating. The man checked the cameras, and brought one of them in for a close-up of Russell's savaged cock and ball sack.

"This first video is going better than I expected," thought the man. He had another glass of water, then grabbed some things off the wall and came back into the center of the room. "Now, Russell, this is the last punishment for today, but since you made so much noise I have to tell you I'm very disappointed. So, I'm afraid you will have to wear some very painful devices while I paddle you again." Russell cried louder and struggled against the table.

The man picked up a pair of tight alligator clamps and opened the metal jaws. He grabbed hold of Russell's right nipple, and pulling it out as far as he could, clamped the teeth onto Russell's sensitive flesh. The boy shrieked in pain, but the man quickly attached the other clamp to Russell's left nipple and lifting Russell's head forward, tied the chain hanging between the two clamps to a ring in Russell's ball gag.

"Now Russell, don't let your head fall back or you'll yank on your nipples," said the man. Then the man took an inflatable rubber pressure ring and slid it over Russell's genitals. With a few squeezes of the bulb pump attachment, the ring expanded and tightened around the base of his genitals, squeezing Russell's cock and ball sack out and forward, holding the extremely sore and swollen genitals squarely in the middle of Russell's groin.

The last thing the man added was a tight and frightening-looking inflatable rubber bondage hood, which he zippered over Russell's head and pumped up to look like a basketball. Air and listening holes ran through the inner and outer layers of the hood to allow Russell to breathe and hear instructions, but because of the rubber ball gag still in his mouth, nothing could be heard in reply.

To the front of this hood the man taped a picture of Russell taken the day before when the smiling pre-teen had enjoyed a day at the park The man thought it would look perverse for his clients to see the happy face of the boy while he was trapped in the rubber hood. The man leaned forward and spoke into the ear hole running through the rubber layers.

"Russell, you've been a very good subject today, and I'm going to let you rest for a bit after this last session, but I am very hurt you didn't want to follow my instructions and made so much noise. I'm afraid I have no choice but to punish you severely." The man looked down and saw Russell's chest heave forward, but the pulling of the chain on his nipple clamps made him lay still again. "Good," thought the man, "He's learning."

The man arranged the things he was going to use on a little rolling cart near the bondage table. "I think I'll start with this," he thought, picking up a foot long leather strap about four inches wide and half an inch thick. It was called a "tawse" and it had a wooden handle and the strap was split into two sections at the end, kind of like fingers.

After a second of judging its weight, the man raised it up and smacked it hard right on Russell's trapped genitals. The force was incredible as the blow flattened out Russell's cock and sack against the rubber pressure ring. The skin changed for an instant from blue to white, but then the bruising rushed back. Again and again the man smashed the tawse into the boy's bound cock and ball sack, but never heard the screams coming from inside the rubber hood.

After ten minutes of savage beating, the man threw down the tawse and picked up a leather strap used for sharpening razors in barber shops. He aimed it at Russell's chest and let fly with a series of hard smacks onto the boy's clamped nipples. They instantly turned blue from the beating and started to swell. The boy struggled against the pain, but every twist of his head just caused the chain to pull his nipples tightly forward. "They are beginning to look like blue strawberries," thought the man.

Ten minutes later, the man dropped the razor strap and picked up a wooden cane. With a sharp whistling sound, the man proceeded to cane the bottoms of the boy's feet, up his sides, across his upper chest and between his legs. Thin welts appeared immediately all over the boy's body. Russell was heaving against the rubber straps, but nothing could help him. The welts stung and burned everywhere, but the man had left the worst for last.

"OK, Russell, your last punishment is thirty minutes of heavy paddling, starting now," he said. With that, the man picked up a hard wooden paddle about a foot and a half long and two inches wide. "Let's play ping-pong" he said, and smiled.

The man swung, and the wooden paddle connected hard on the left side of Russell's swollen genitals. His cock and ball sack were really too darkly bruised and big to be recognized separately, really just a large blue mound growing obscenely between the boys legs. Whack! The mound moved several inches to the right before the rubber pressure ring pulled them back to center. The man moved around to the other side of the table and whacked the genital mound to the left. The skin would turn white wherever the man smashed the mound, and he swore he could see the sack grow bigger with every blow.

"Let's see how big I can make you, Russell," the man thought, and set about smashing the boy's groin as fast as he could. The wood hit Russell's mound fast and furious. It amazed the man how much the sack was growing between the boy's legs. Ten, then twenty, then thirty minutes passed. At forty minutes, the man's shoulder was starting to feel sore. At fifty minutes, his arm was really feeling the strain. Still, he kept walking around the table swinging the wooden paddle at the boy's genitals. Finally, one hour and twelve minutes after he started, the man couldn't raise his arm one more time. He leaned on the bondage table exhausted, his breath coming in ragged bursts.

"This video," he thought, "Will make me a fortune."

The man smiled as he went over to the wall and took down one last thing. He walked over to the table and examined the boy. Russell was in shock, but responded faintly to the sound of the man's voice when asked to bounce his hips forward. As Russell attempted to do so, the great bruised mass between his legs shook obscenely. The man wrapped his hand around the rubber pressure ring at the base of Russell's cock and ball sack and pulling hard, forced the swollen genitals out through the center of the tiny rubber opening. The man then wrapped a measuring tape around the shaking mass and showed the camera that Russell's cock and ball sack was now thirteen inches around and ten inches long.

"It will take weeks for this bruising to go down," the man smiled, "If I ever stop beating him there." The man then leaned over Russell's hood and said, "OK, Russell, you've earned a small rest. Next session, we work on your back."

Laughing, the man went over to the cameras and let them run for a few more minutes recording Russell's heaving movements on the table before letting the screens fade to black. Looking around the room at all the other torture equipment he had, whether medical, electrical, or just old fashioned dildos and rape gear, the man knew he had many, many hours of material out of this sweet 4-year-old boy.