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Hand in the Cookie Jar, Chapter 2 M/bg, pedo, rape, tort, viol, humil, ws
Alocer Loki 2003
DISCLAIMER
This story is not for everyone and may (and almost certainly will)
contain some quite graphical scenes dicpicting little
girls, and little boys in extreme sexual situations.
These may include, but are not limited to, rape, sexual torture,
and
humiliation if any of these subjects offend you, or if reading
such matereal is illigal for your location and/or age then
don't go any further!
All the actions depicted herin are purely fiction and I, the
author, do not condone any such actions.
If you got past that I am going to assume that you, like me, are
a
'sick fuck' who gets off on the rape and torture of preteens. if
not then what the fuck are you doing reading THIS?
If you wish to contact me, the author, I can be reached direcly at:
alocerloki@subdimension.com
Thank you, and enjoy the story
Alocer Loki
Chapter 2
Sean's mouth hung open, and his baby cock pressed hard against the front
of the tiny pair of knickers. He really did look sexy. I approached the
little boy and ran my hand over the lump. Feeling his hard penis through
the taunt material of his knickers. "Are you ready for your blow job
lessons?" I asked.
The child closed his eyes and nodded. "Yes sir," he mumbled.
I took hold of his cock between my thumb and forefinger and attempted to
wank him through his knickers but the stiff material didn't allow for
much movement. Eventually I gave up and sat back down. I took my stiff
cock, still sticky with Dee's juices, in my hand and stroked it . "Start
sucking," I ordered.
The little boy climbed down from the coffee table and dropped to his
knees in front of me. He looked directly into my eyes before looking down
at my cock. The boy shuffled forwards and let out an embarrassed whimper
before he opened his mouth wide to take my cock inside. I snapped another
picture of him. The low humiliated whine that Sean made caused my cock to
jerk in his mouth. Unfortunately most of the pleasure I was
experiencing was coming from the sexy noises the boy was making, and not
from his blow job.
I slapped the child across the top of his head, and then again across his
cheek. "For fuck sakes kid," I muttered. "Suck better than that, use
your tongue."
The child started to move his tongue around his mouth, licking it up
against my shaft, and his head began to bob up and down, in imitation of
what he had seen Dee do earlier. That was much better. I closed my eyes and
just enjoyed myself, I enjoyed the feeling of having this little boy
suck me off. Still, for all of the good points it was far from a great
blow-job.
After a while I grew frustrated. I wanted nothing more than for this
little boy to taste my cum, but, as things were progressing, it didn't
seem like that would happen any time soon. I snorted and grabbed a
handful of Sean's hair. "I want a throat fuck you little bitch," I told
him, then jammed his face down onto my cock.
The thick shaft hit the back of Sean's throat and he choked on it. "Oh
shit," I moaned. "That's good." I pushed him down harder.
The feeling of his tight throat around my cock was great, the way it
spasmed as he choked sent shivers through my entire body. After a few
moments I started to move my hips in a short thrusting motion, at the same
time I used the I had on his hair to move the boy's head in a counter motion
increasing the force of my upward strokes. All that I could think of was
giving this little boy the most brutal throat fuck I could manage. I took
that thought and pounded into his face, while bobbing his head for him.
He tried to scream, but all that passed his lips were a series of
strangled gasps and tiny cries.
His pretty face quickly turned dark red in colour as the poor little boy
struggled to catch his breath. His hands pressed against my legs as he
tried desperately to pull himself away. In his panic he actually caused
very few problems for me, and it wasn't long before I could feel myself
begin to cum. In those few moments I tried my hardest fuck him even
deeper. To fuck him as hard as possible. Until very last moment when I
felt my legs stiffen, and my balls tighten. I ripped his face from my
crotch and used my free hand to pump my cum out over his face.
As is usual in these matters, for me at least, the more turned on I am the
more cum I release from my cock. This time was no exception. Copious
amounts of the thick white fluid squirted from my cock. It decorated his
face, his hair, and his beautiful and flat chest. It was almost as if my
cock wanted me to cover him with as much cum as humanly possible, it felt
at one point that it would never stop spraying him. Alas it did, although
I was in no way disappointed by the results. In many ways seeing a boy
coated in hot sticky cum, is more sexy than seeing a little girl in the
same situation. Somehow it was filthier, more depraved. Sean just
stared up at me gasping in air, and looking very sorry for himself.
"Filthy shit eating whore," I spat and slapped him again.
"O-hhhh-ow!" moaned Sean.
"Stay very still fuck toy," I warned the boy.
The boy closed his eyes and cried. He really did look very sexy with cum
dribbling down his pretty face. I turned to Dee, my little daughter
still expertly playing with her cunt. She was staring right at Sean, and
had an almost dream like look on her face. I smiled and held the hand I had
used to slap Sean in front of her, so that she could see the cum that was
stuck to the palm. The little slut needed no further encouragement.
Moaning like a whore she leant forwards and sucked on my hand. Licking
and kissing it, trying to pick up every drop of cum which stained its
surface. "That's a good girl," I whispered and leant down to kiss her.
My tongue pushed into my nine year old daughters sweet sweet mouth. I ran
it across her teeth, and moved it against her tongue. She moaned kissed
back, her arms wrapped around my neck, and her small body shifted so that
her hot and wet cunt was pressed against my leg. My little girl started to
rub herself against me, moaning all the while. Good was it sexy. My cock
stiffened again very quickly and I pulled myself up and gave her a gentle
kiss on the forehead. My little girl closed her eyes and started to moan
loudly, her rubbing became more desperate, and her breathing heavy.
"Oh-oh!" she cried. "Oh Daddy! Oh fuck!"
Her preteen body shook and she held tight to me. Bracing herself for her
second orgasm. "Oh fuck," she cried again.
It is so sexy to hear a little slut like Dee swear. Especially while in the
throes of sex. It was almost a shame when she calmed down. She held onto
me
trying desperately to catch her breath. I stood up and laid her down on
the sofa again. I kissed the tip of her nose and said, "You are such a good
little slut, you keep rubbing."
She needed no further encouragement, her little hands moved down her
body and again rubbed against her tight pussy. Although seemed more
mellow now, not trying for another orgasm, but just enjoying the
lingering pleasure of the last one.
Sean was still kneeling, and was very still, or as still as one could be
while whimpering and crying. He was a filthy little cunt, covered in
cum. I picked up my camera and took a couple of snaps. Most of the goo had
dripped from his face, leaving slime trail, and a few white lumps stuck
to it, it had trailed down his neck and dripped from his chin onto the
little boy's chest. "Now little slut," I said. "I want you to use your
fingers to scrape off all of the cum and eat it."
"Please sir," he sobbed.
I grabbed the boy's hair and pulled his head back. Pressing my face close
to his I shouted, "You do as you are fucking told you little bitch, now eat
it."
The boy trembled as his fingers started to scrape the spunk from his
chest into his mouth. I snapped a picture. The boy made a sound,
something of a sigh, almost as if he was happy that the taste wasn't too
bad. He continued to scrape the sperm off of himself and suck it from of
his fingers. It was great to watch. I took many pictures of this little
boy acting like the whore that he was. He didn't realise how much I was
about to hurt him. The idea of hurting him was enough to make me want to
fuck something, but I resisted the urge. There was still plenty of time
for me to fuck both of these children. Right now, I wanted to hurt the
fucking piece of shit that had touched my daughter. "That's enough," I
said.
He hadn't gotten quite all of the cum off of himself, most of what he had
missed was still stuck to his face, but I thought that he looked rather
fetching this way. Besides I was desperate to hurt him now. "I want you to
bend over the table," I told him.
The little boy was shaking like a leaf as he turned around on his knees and
bent himself over the coffee table. He shifted himself up until his fat
arse was stuck up in the air and his hands clutched to the other side.
"Please don't hurt me," he pleaded.
I didn't answer the boy, but picked up his trousers from off the floor and
took out his school tie. I used it to tie his hands together and then tied
the other end off to one leg of the table. I only really needed to stop him
moving too much. A little wriggle was very sexy in my eyes. "The more you
move, the worse you'll make it," I warned him.
It grabbed the single tailed whip, and the thick bamboo cane from where
my daughter had left them. Un-curling the whip I swung it across his
beautiful white back. It was so much fun to see it arch almost
impossibly, and to hear his screech. It was so loud it tickled my ears.
Beautiful. I brought the whip down again, brining a second red line to
cross the first on his back. "Stop!" he screamed.
I hit him again, and then a fourth time. His pain was like a drug for me,
it
made me light-headed and giddy. I was addicted to the pain of others.
Especially to the pain of sweet innocents. The next half a dozen lashes
came in quick succession across his back, from his should down to the top
of his pretty arse. He screamed and moved around, but even his simple
bonds meant that he had nowhere to go.
"Shut it I shouted at him," trying to bring my voice over his screams.
The child quietened to a loud sobbing. "Oh please stop please please
I-I..." he begged.
I reached down and pulled my daughters knickers from the boy's arse down
to his knees exposing his fat arse. I licked my lips... just a little fuck
wouldn't hurt. I used my hands to grasp his arse cheeks and pull them
apart to give me a better view of the little pink hole. It quivered under
my gaze. It was just begging to be fucked. I placed my finger against the
hole and pushed it in with a single thrust. "Ahh," cried the boy.
"Please... stop please."
I turned it and fucked his arse with finger. His whimpers and cries were
most appealing. I could hardly contain myself any longer. I pulled the
finger out and spat down onto the tiny hole and started to rub it in. "You
want me to fuck me to fuck you don't you?" I asked.
"No" cried the boy.
I slapped his arse with my hand. "You little whore," I shouted.
I stood up and swung the whip down against his back again. His screams
once again filled the room, but I had no mercy to show him. He deserved
nothing less than what he was getting. I whipped him again and again.
Savouring his screams, letting his pain fuel my rage. I covered his back
with skinny red lines. Then threw the whip down against his back. I
grabbed his hair and pulled it up until he was looking at Dee sat on the
sofa looking happier than I had known for a long time. "Whats the rule
little girl?" I asked.
Her voice was husky, breathless, but still little-girl like and very
sexy. "You always want Daddy to fuck you," she moaned. "You want him to
fuck you in all your holes and you want him to do it all brutal and nasty."
"So do you want me to fuck you?" I asked.
"y-y-yes," said the boy. He sounded exhausted, and his voice was
nothing more than a whisper.
I pushed his face down smacking it squarely into the table. "I can't hear
you. Say yes sir I want you to fuck my pretty little arse," I said.
When I lifted his head back up again I noticed that his nose was bleeding.
He would claim that he got into a fight with some other boys when I finally
let him go. By that time he wouldn't dare do otherwise. "I-I... Yes sir I
want you to f-fuck me in my pretty arse," he cried.
I smacked his face into the table again. "Louder," I demanded.
Blood dribbled down his face, and dribbled over his lips. "Yes sir I want
you to fuck my pretty arse," he said with a little more conviction. I spat
into his face and let go of his hair.
"Now why didn't you say that bint he first place?" I asked.
I didn't expect an answer and didn't wait for one. I just went back behind
him and forced my cock into his tight little arsehole. It was very tight,
and it was hard going. But his screams helped. The first inch was the
hardest, once I had that much inside him my cock plunged into his bowls.
Feeling a little boy's arsehole quivering around my cock was just
great. Nothing could be dirtier I just loved it.
I grabbed his hips and pounded his little arse out. I rammed him as hard
as
I could. I don't believe in holding back. If you are going to take the
chance of raping a child, you had might as well get everything that you
can out of it. Nothing short of an orgasm would stop me now. His screams
mixed in with my daughters moans of pleasure washed over me. The feeling
ran through my cock and tickled my belly. It made me fuck harder, fuck as
hard as I could. Fuck this little boy as hard as was humanly possible. I
filled his tight arse with fat cock, and I enjoyed every moment. "Ahh
ah"I cried.
My balls tightened and my cock jerked inside the child's arse. I could
feel my cum fountaining out of me and filling him. I forced myself as deep
as possible. I wanted to squirt babies into this whore.
When I pulled my cock from his arse I was delighted to see it stained with
blood and shit. I had to grin at it. I looked down to the table and watched
the blood and cum dribble from him. I'd make him clean that up just as soon
as I was finished. I walked around the table until I stood in front of the
little boy. His face was pressed into the hard surface of the table and he
cried. "Look at me," I said.
Sean raised his head until he was staring straight at my blood stained
cock. I grabbed his hair and forced my cock into his face rubbing blood
and shit across his eyes. "Look what you did,"I shouted. I let go of his
hair and stuck him with the back of my hand across his cheek. "I want you
to
lick me clean."
"Yes sir," the boy sobbed almost without hesitation.
Equally promptly he opened his mouth and ran his tongue across me. "Fuck
yes," I breathed, and let the boy do his job. There was nothing more
satisfying than having a slut lick you clean after you fucked its arse.
He gagged on his shit and choked on the blood, but kept licking.
Obviously he was afraid that I would hurt him again if he didn't do well,
or was in too much pain to resist. He just licked me, he didn't stop even
when it was pretty clear that I was clean. I let him lick me until he was
once again sucking on my stiff cock.
When I took my cock away from him I showed him the cane. "Now I am going
to
beat you well and good." I said.
"Oh no," he exclaimed.
"The question is whether you want fifty or sixty?" I said.
"What?"
"Don't answer two quick," I said. "Fifty will see you have your balls
tied up and tight clips on your nipples. Sixty won't."
"I..."
I hit him on the top of the head with my hand causing his face to hit the
table again. "How many do you want?"
After a few moments the boy screamed, "Fifty."
"Good girl," I said. "I hoped you'd choose that."
I ran the cane across his arse, stroking his smooth white skin with it. He
trembled at its touch. "P-please sir," he tried desperately. "Don't
hurt me any more."
I raised my arm over my head and brought the cane down as hard as I could
manage. Lacing it directly across his arse. The boy squealed like a
little girl, and it was beautiful. I hit him again, and, with a grunt, a
third time.
Time passes quickly while you are having fun. Or so they say, in this case
it was true. The count rocketed up past ten and through twenty. It was
almost disappointing. After twenty five or so, the boy could no longer
scream he lay still, a monotonous whine emanating from his lips. I hit
down at him again, this time between the shoulder blades. His arse was
cut up enough as it was. His back arched but it made no alteration in the
noise he was making. The next blow stuck the boy across his calves, and
then another along the tops of his thighs.
The sound stopped, and the boy no longer moved. He didn't even wriggle. I
grabbed his hair and pulled his head up to look into his face. His eyes
were closed, and his mouth hung open, allowing the blood from his nose to
dribble inside. But he was still breathing. That was something. I let go
of his head and it dropped like a stone against the table. I sighed.
"Piece of shit," I muttered, and hit him again, across the small of his
back.
I dropped the cane and moved around in front of the boy to untie him. I
picked his limp body up and slung him over my shoulder. I looked down at
Dee, still masturbating on the sofa. Her eyes were closed, and
breathless moans escaped from her mouth. "Dee," I called softly.
The child opened her eyes a crack. "Oh yes Daddy," he breathed.
"Come on now honey," I said tapping my leg with my free hand.
The child nodded and climbed from the sofa. She popped her fingers into
her mouth to suck her juices off of them as she padded over to me to took
hold of my hand. I led my little girl out of the living room and up the
stairs into the small, pale green bathroom. I motioned for her to sit on
the toilet, and dropped Sean into the tub.
Dee looked down at her 'boyfriend' with a touch of concern in her eyes,
but as she looked at his still motionless body her fingers moved to rub
her cunt again. "O-oh! Oh fuck," she cried, her other hand clutched onto
her stomach as she came again.
"Good girl," I said, and lent down to kiss her, running my tongue over and
around my little girl's mouth. She really was a horny little girl.
I pulled away from Dee and was rather delighted with the disappointed
groan I got from her. "Don't worry Honey," I said, stroking her hair from
her eyes. "I'll fuck you again soon. I want you to start getting your arse
ready for me okay."
"Oh yes please Daddy," she groaned. "Fuck my arse Daddy... Please!"
"You are such a fucking slut," I said, and kissed her on the forehead. "In
a minute." I gave my daughter a rough slap between her spread legs. Right
over her fat and soaking wet little pussy.
The child pulled her legs together. "Ahh-hh" she cried then fell off of
the toilet.
The child curled up into a little ball, and her body trembled with the
waves of the powerful orgasm. I watched as my little girl took one of her
little fingers, still coated with her cunt juices, and plunge it deep
into her arsehole. "Fuck me Daddy... please fuck me," she moaned, and
she pushed a second finger in and started to finger-fuck her own arse.
I left her like that and turned to Sean still laying unconscious in the
bath. I, finally, pealed off my wet clothes and dumped them into the
corner of the room. I put the plug in the hole, and aimed my, again stiff
cock at the young boy's face. I had been putting off the pressure in my
bladder from the moment I'd cummed inside the little boy's arse. Now I
let it stream out of my cock and over the young boy's blooded face.
The boy groaned and shifted, he turned his head out of the line of fire of
my piss, and I drew a trail down the rest of his body. Sean wiped his eyes
and looked up at me. It took him a few moments, I think, for him to realise
what was happening, but when he did the little boy screamed. He
struggled to get up but I pushed him back down and let the last few drops
of
piss hit him in the face. "What did you do that for?" he cried. "I wanna
go
home."
The sight of a sobbing twelve year old boy is quite an erotic one. "You are
pathetic," I spat. "If you want to go home. Go but I'll spread those
pictures over your school faster than you can say 'I'm a cunt'."
The boy was silent for a number of moments before he lowered his head and
just cried. "So do you want to stay and let me hurt you?" I asked.
"Y-yes sir," he moaned. The boy started to squirm in the tub. "Please it
stings!"
I grinned. "Its meant to cunt." I turned my back on him. "You can stay if
you lick my arse out, and I mean push your filthy tongue inside."
The boy just continued to cry. "You have three seconds to get your tongue
down my arse," I waned him. "One... two..."
I felt his hands part my arse cheeks and I felt his face press between
them. His tongue lapped against my arsehole. I was delighted. I guess
after being pissed on the boy didn't have much else to be revolted by. The
boy licked and sucked on my arsehole like a professional. "Yeah," I
sighed. "You lick arse better than you suck cock."
My daughter groaned at my feet, her fingers fucked her arse as deep as she
could push them. It was a sight which made me extremely horny. "Dee," I
called softly.
"Ah huh," came the moan.
"I want you to go get a pair of really tight clips and a ball of string,"
I
told her.
"Yes Daddy," she said.
The little girl rolled onto her knees, pulled the fingers from her arse
and began to crawl from the room. "Dee," I said.
"Yes Daddy," said the little girl stopping and turning her head to look
at me.
"Did I say that you were allowed to take your fingers out of your arse?"
The little girl bit her lip. "No Daddy," she whispered. She rapidly put
her hand behind her and pushed the fingers back inside of herself.
"What kind of offence is taking something out of one of your holes
without permission?" I asked.
"Very bad," said Dee, tears were gathering in her eyes. "You are going to
whip my cunt and the tops of my legs until I have had time to think about
what I have done."
"How long is that today?" I asked.
The little girl whimpered. "I don't know Daddy," she blubbered.
I sighed. "Now now Dee," I said. "You had your fingers out of your bum for
seven seconds how long will it take for you to think about it?"
"Seven minutes Daddy," sobbed the child.
"So I have to beat your cunt, and the tops of your thighs for seven
minutes?" I asked.
The little girl began to shake. "Yes Daddy," she whispered.
"I suppose you had better bring me something to whip you with as well," I
said.
"Yes Daddy."
"Something that will hurt you lots."
"Yes Daddy."
"You may take your fingers out now."
"Yes Daddy, thank you Daddy."
"Go on then, and be quick about it," I told her.
"Yes Daddy," moaned the little girl one last time and she crawled from
the room.
I pressed my own arse backwards and chuckled as the little boy tried to
push his tongue inside. He really was good at this. "You like licking my
arse don't you?" I asked.
The sobbing boy stopped licking for a moment. "Not really sir," he
moaned and then pushed his face back into me.
"Oh but little girl, you make such a good job of it. You are very
privileged little cunt, to be here covered in piss, and sat in it, and to
be licking out your new owners arsehole." I said.
"Y-yes sir," sobbed Sean.
I turned around to face Sean, he looked straight at my cock now mere
inches from his eyes. Without any prompting the boy lent forwards and
kissed it, his tongue and lips worked up and down the shaft. "Oh such a
good girl," I said stroking his hair. "That is the idea slut. We'll make
a
cock sucking whore out of you yet, but now I'm afraid that I need you to
lick clean my bathtub."
The boy stopped. "P-pardon?" he stammered.
"I need you to lick up all of that piss you are laying in. Is that clear
slut!" I snapped with a slap across his cheek.
The child stared down a the, now cold, yellow liquid around his bare
legs, he bit his lip. "I understand sir," he said quietly.
I looked over my shoulder at my daughter standing in the doorway. She
stood staring down at her feet, every so often she glanced up at me,
although when she did she looked very nervous. "I-I didn't know which
ones you wanted so I brought a couple," she whispered holding open her
left hand to show me three pairs of nipple clamps. They were very small,
but were among the tightest and most painful that Dee had. "The little
silver ones for this cunt," I told her.
My little girl shuffled forwards and handed me the two clips. As she did
so she glanced down at Sean with what only could be described as pity in
her eyes. She held up her other hand which held both the ball of string and
a thick rubber cord. "Are these okay?" she asked.
I took the string and stood it on the sink, and then took the cord out of
her
hand. "Lets see," I said. "Put your hands on your head and stick out that
pretty flat chest of yours."
The child lowered her eyes. "Yes Daddy," she mumbled and raised her
hands until they sat on the top of her head. She squeezed her eyes shut and
leant backwards a little, and took in several deep rapid breaths.
Without any further ado I pulled my arm back and brought the cord down
across the child's chest. Dee howled, and her arms clutched onto her
flat tits. The little girl doubled over and here whole body shook. I
couldn't resist it; I brought the cord down again this time across the
centre of her back. That made her stand up pretty sharp, and she arched
backwards. I swung the cord again this time striking the little girl on
her belly.
She stumbled backwards and landed on her pretty bum with a thud. My
little girl then curled up into a little ball and cried. I nudged her with
my foot. "Yes," I said. "This will do nicely."
I turned back to Sean kneeling in my piss in the bath. He was staring at
Dee's naked form with concern etched across his face. I smiled at the
little boy cunt. "Oh don't worry about her," I said. "I'm going to go much
harder on you." I chuckled at the boy and showed him the two clips. "Do you
know what these are?"
"They are to go on my nipples," said the boy.
"Correct," I said. "And they hurt like hell."
The boy swallowed hard.
I dropped the clips in the sink and picked up the string. "But first," I
said, "I want to tie your hands and balls."
The little boy looked down at his small cock, he was no longer erect, but
after the time he had just had I could hardly blame him. "Come on now, up
you get and turn around," I said.
The child did as he was told. Standing up he turned around, and
thoughtfully put his hands together behind his back. His cute little
arse had closed up but was still a bloody and looked rather sore, and
soaked in piss it looked plain fuckable. I wrapped the string around his
wrists several times until I was happy that he wasn't going to get them
free and then turned him around.
I lifted up the boy's limp cock with my fingers and was rather delighted
when I felt it begin to stiffen at my touch. I tickled his balls with the
tip of my finger. They really were so very tiny, maybe the size of small
marbles. I had an urge to lick them, but they were soaked, like the rest
of
the filthy little boy, in my own piss. "You are such a dirty little girl,"
I spat at him.
I pinched his balls into the bottom of his scrotum and wrapped the string
around it. I wanted to have his balls tied so tightly that he would cry.
It
wasn't long before he began to moan. "Oh Please," he said. "That hurts."
"You are a little cunt," I told him. "I need to punish you for having a
filthy willy and balls. Part of that punishment is to have your balls
ache always."
"Please stop," he cried. "It hurts, it ahhh."
I ignored his pleas and continued to wrap the string around his scrotum,
squeezing his balls tightly into the bottom of the little sack. The two
swollen red orbs certainly looked very painful. I flicked them with a
finger, and was delighted to see him throw back his head and cry out. He
took a step back and slipped. The small boy hit the bottom of the bath with
a thud, his head smacked onto the side. He sat staring at me, tears
streaming down his cheeks, he looked dazed, but at least he was
conscious. I slapped him across the cheek. "Bad girl." I spat into his
face.
The boy continued to stare. "Please," he mouthed silently.
I grabbed the two clips from the sink and opened the first of them. I
reached down and squeezed on his nipple; trying to bring it up hard,
although with little success. Eventually I grew impatient and pulled
it through the teeth of the clip and pushed it shut.
It took only a moment for the pain to hit him. His face cracked and he let
out a shrill scream. "Oh god!" he cried. "Please take it off take it off.
TAKE IT OFF."
He squirmed and thrashed about, but laying in the bath like he was, he had
no way of stopping me when I reached down to snap the second clip to his
other nipple. His whole body froze and he went silent taking in deep but
rapid breaths. Everything about him seemed tense, and it all looked
very sexy. "Look at me," I said.
He didn't seem to notice, my words. I swung the cord down hitting him
across the two clamps. "Look at me," I shouted.
The boy opened his eyes and stared up at me through his tears, and he
screamed. I waited the few moments it took for him to calm down. "Lick up
all of the piss," I told him, then held up the cord. "Do you understand?"
The boy nodded. "Yes sir," he said.
"Well do it you fucking cunt," I snarled.
It was so much fun to watch the boy move, and to hear his little grunts of
pain as he did so. I was transfixed as he rolled himself over. The scream
he let out when the clamps scraped the bottom of the tub was quite
amazing. Although I was equally pleased to see him keep moving, pushing
himself up until he was on his knees. He made a very sexy sound as he
shuffled around. The clamps flailed wildly and he let out half-moans
half-screams with each movement. Finally he stared down at the cold
yellow fluid that had pooled around the plug. He licked his lips
nervously, but I didn't give him the chance to think on it any more. I
grabbed his hair and pushed his face straight down until it was pressed
into the piss. "Lick it all up now you dirty little girl," I demanded.
His pink tongue pushed from his mouth and ran through the liquid. He
gagged at the taste, but his tongue came out again and he continued to
lick at it. I let go of his hair to allow him to get into a better position
in
which to lap up all of my piss. I rubbed my hand over my cock for a few
moments before I remembered that is what children were for. "Dee get
that lovely mouth of yours over here and get my cock in it," I told her.
The child was kneeling in front of me within moments. She took my cock in
her hands and started to kiss and lick along the length. She knew that her
job was to keep me on the hight of arousal but, under no circumstances,
was she to make me cum. That would often lead to some quite interesting
situations if I decided to fuck her throat half way through. It was so
much fun to punish a little girl for something she really had no control
over.
This time however I had no intent of doing that. My sadistic desires were
more focused on little Sean than my daughter. So I just let her do her
thing, and watched as Sean lapped and slurped at my piss. He drunk it all
down rather quickly. His boy was very still as he did it and he was
constantly sobbing. Perhaps one of the most alluring features was that
his whole body was red with shame. Just beautiful. Only when it had all be
been licked up did I stop him. "Okay that's enough," I said.
The boy looked up at me. "C-can you take them off now... please," he
begged.
"No," I said.
"Oh why!" he cried.
"Because I love seeing little girls in pain like this," I laughed. "Now
stand up, I want to rinse all of the filth off of you."
It took several moments, and a multitude of attempts before the boy
managed to get himself back onto his feet. The question remained
however, should I use ice cold water... or scalding hot? I looked down at
Dee. "What do you think honey?" I asked. "Hot or cold."
Taking my cock from her mouth for a second she said, "Hot Daddy," and put
it back in.
I turned the dial on the shower onto full heat. Sean's eyes almost popped
from his head. "Please don't," he sobbed.
I reached between his legs and grabbed hold of his balls and pulled him
into the centre of the tub. The boy whined with every inch. "Now you will
stand very still," I told him. "You move and you will be sorry."
"Yes sir," sobbed the child.
I switched the valve on the shower and the water sprayed from the nozzle.
I adjusted the pressure until it was shooting from it with great power.
Steam quickly rose from the water and filled the room. I teased him with
it for a moment, letting him see it heat up. His toes wriggled where the
searing hot water encroached around them. Staring at the water, this
little boy was obviously feeling very sorry for himself.
I turned the water on him, aiming it straight at his cock and balls. The
boy stood still, his mouth opened and he let out the most resounding
scream. I was honestly amazed that he was able to keep still for the three
seconds that he did, but, after that, he moved, and slipped again. He hit
the bath hard, but at least his head didn't contact with anything this
time. I aimed the water straight at his face.
The boy turned and twisted, screaming all the while, he no longer seemed
to care about the pain in his balls, or in his nipples, but only the
burning that came from the water. He had nowhere to go, and all that he
could do was thrash about like a fish out of water. I made sure that I
covered every inch of him with hot water. That every portion of his body
was covered in red splotches where the water had burned.
However, most of all, I ensured that his little cock, and his baby balls,
were badly burnt. Tap water only goes so hot, but even that is enough to
ensure that would be feeling this for a while to come. Not that that
really mattered. I didn't plan on letting this boy live for much longer.
I turned off the water, but he kept screaming. I had little choice but to
wait for him to stop. I could have beaten the crap out of him, but I figured
that if I let him scream himself out, he would be quieter over the coming
hours, and, more importantly, when I upped the stakes in the morning.
His screams did die out, when they did they were nothing more than a
hoarse whisper. "Get out of the bath," I told him.
The boy moved. He sat up and pushed himself against the side of the bath,
lifting himself up, and finally dropping over it like as stone. I kicked
him. He looked tired, but that wasn't an excuse. "Get the fuck up," I
commanded, "On your knees cunt."
"Oh," sobbed the child.
He rolled over and wriggled until he was able to sit up on his knees.
"Please sir... stop hurting me," he sobbed.
"Follow me," I said. "The both of you."
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