Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Lord Sodomy's Stories _________________________________________ WARNING! This text file contains sexually explicit material. If you do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under age, PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!! _________________________________________ Scroll down to view text ------------------------------------------------------- This work is copyrighted to the author (C) 2011. Please don't remove the author information or make any changes to this story. All rights reserved. Thank you for your consideration. ------------------------------------------------------- The Rape of Young Lyle Part One by Lord Sodomy (dirtymark@outlook.com) *** An ex-con moves into a residential hotel and uses the son of a cokehead mother for his devious pleasures. (Mm, ped, nc, rp, M+Mm, WS) *** Paul was 6 months out of prison and living at a residential hotel in the city. He had sluts who he knew would come by who he'd fuck when he felt like it, but Paul needed a lot more to get off. He had always had a very dirty mind and suppressing it got harder and harder. He had gone to prison for 10 years after getting his 9 year old nephew to suck his cock and the little fucker told his mama about it. The family pretty much disowned him after that but he didn't really care after a while. Paul didn't do too bad in prison, being 6'4" and weighing 280 pounds with firm muscles, a shaved head and a goatee. Several tattoos he'd acquired over 10 years. Most guys didn't mess with him because he was very stern and showed no fear. Plus he didn't want to have his sentence be any longer than it had to be. He was released not long after turning 44 years old and he knew he needed to do something but couldn't figure out what it was that was driving him like it was. After he moved into the sleazy dive hotel downtown, he'd get together with whores and fucked them, pretty rough too, but something was urging him and poking at him and he couldn't put his finger on it. But then after Susan moved in down the hall with her 10 year old son, then it clicked with him. He'd locked up all those feelings of desire for a young boy and drove it from his mind, but meeting young Lyle, it all came together. Susan was a freakshow who liked her cocaine and was pretty much a bitch to her son. After getting acquainted with them over the next couple of weeks I came to see that Lyle wasn't real bright and didn't have a big attention span. He wasn't real tall for his age and he was skinny with dirty blonde hair and brown eyes. Real small framed and when he'd leave their room or they'd leave his from, Paul would stroke his cock thinking about how great it would be to fuck that boy. He even thought about it when he'd fuck Susan after she started asking him to fuck her if he'd "float her a loan" for some coke. Sure ,no problem, he thought. Then one day Paul got a visit from Susan and she said that there was a man who wanted to take her to Vegas and she'd be gone for almost two weeks. Boy the man must have had a huge amount of money and dope! That's what Paul was figuring, anyway. She then asked Paul if he'd mind keeping an eye on Lyle and checking in on him while she was gone. Almost instantly, Paul's wheels began to turn and he thought this would be just the opportunity he was looking for. So he agreed to check in on her son and she was very happy. The next day, she was gone and left her 10 year old boy by himself in the dive hotel room. So that afternoon Paul paid him a visit. He already had his plan worked out and knew it couldn't take place there at the hotel since someone could snitch. Lyle was listening to music and staring at the wall, not having much to say. Paul sat and talked with Lyle, pretty much one-ended but Paul didn't give a good goodamn at this point. He told Lyle that he had somewhere real "cool" to take him that night and it would be like an adventure. Lyle showed a it of excitement and Paul told him he'd come get him but it wouldn't be until after 11:00. That was an hour after the guy at the desk would go in back and sleep until someone rang the bell and he could take Lyle out of the hotel with no suspicion. Others there knew Paul knew Susan and Lyle real well and wouldn't think anything about it. Paul always acted the "cool guy" around everyone to get himself on their good side. Paul went to the room about 5 minutes after 11:00 that night and Lyle was awake and ready to go. Paul could feel his first rush of adrenaline as he began what he knew was so nasty but yet it would quench his demondriven thirst. So, Paul took Lyle out and they took a bus toward another part of town and to the public, it looked like Lyle could have been his son. Then Paul had Lyle take his hand so he could guide the boy right to where he wanted, which was the industrial part of the city where nobody would be after dark and where no one would have a clue what was going on. He'd scoped out that area at night beforehand and even found the perfect place, an empty warehouse with one broken window, which he'd climbed in to earlier that week and got the front door open and kept it cracked and easy to get into for this very night. Lyle asked when they would get to where they were going and Paul said they'd be there soon. The walk from the bus seemed like forever to Lyle but finally they got to the warehouse in the empty, isolated industrial area where it was very quiet except for the sound of cars on the freeway overpass above them. Paul got Lyle into the warehouse and got the door closed and then took Lyle by the shoulder and guided him toward the back area where there was this other big room and then closed the door behind them. At this point, Lyle was scared in the dark warehouse room and wondered why Paul had brought him there. "Why are we here?" Lyle asked, innocently. "Because..." and Paul chuckled to himself, amused by his own deviance and cockiness, "I'm gonna fuck the living shit out of you now." Through the semi-darkness of the room, Paul could see Lyle's face turn to horror. Paul was enjoying this already. "Get undressed." "Paul.....please....no." Lyle began to whimper. Paul then swung and backhanded the boy hard, knocking him to the floor. "Don't you tell me no you little fucker. I've been waiting for this and so you get your goddamn clothes off." Lyle got up slowly and began to reluctantly remove his clothing, but was taking too long. Paul then pushed Lyle face forward to the floor again and pushed the front of him down while pulling the boy's ass into the air. Paul's cock was already out and throbbing from the excitement of what he was finally doing....what he'd hungered to do now for so long...He yanked down Lyle's jeans over his ass and then his briefs and then pulled open the boy's ass cheeks and spit onto his young, virgin hole. "Please Paul! I'm scared! Please!" Lyle cried. Paul ignored the boy's pleas and held the boy firmly at the waist and then began pushing his big cock against Lyle's smooth, virgin hole. He pushed forward and forced the head of his cock into Lyle's ass and Lyle let out a loud cry. "Noooooo! AAAAAAAHHHHHH!" "You can cry all you want to but ain't no one gonna hear you. " Paul then continued to force his hard prick into the boy's unwilling asshole. He looked down and saw there was some blood on his cock and that made him all the more engorged and he drove in harder. Lyle continued to beg for mercy, but Paul was too far gone to care. He kept pushing his cock in the boy until it was all the way in and then he held there for a few seconds before thrusting into the boy's bleeding asshole again and again, grabbing onto Lyle's sides and fucking him hard. The boy's ass was much too tight for Paul to contain himself for long the first time and he let out a yell of ecstasy and shoved one hard last shove and emptied his balls into the young boy's bowels. "FUUUUUCK! FUCK FUCK FUUUUCK!" He felt his cock spasm and twitch as he emptied every last drop of sperm into the boy. Paul stood over young Lyle who managed to turn around and sit upright as much as he could. Lyle could feel his asshole throb and felt Paul's cum oozing from it. He felt violated and was terrified. This excited Paul to the core. He grabbed Lyle by the hair and pulled him up. "Get up....on your fuckin' knees kid..." Paul ordered the boy, but Lyle really had no choice. His young, smooth legs scrambled as Paul picked him up by his hair and Lyle found his way onto his knees. "Look at what you did to my cock whore!" Paul pointed with a finger at his cock which was smeared with Lyle's blood and his own cum. He then pulled Lyle by the head forward. "Open you goddamn mouth. Open it!" Paul ordered, loudly. Lyle was dazed and freaked out by what was happening and he wondered if Paul was going to kill him. He opened his mouth and Paul shoved his semi-erect prick into the boy's mouth and began stuffing it into his mouth, feeling it harden in Lyle's mouth. Lyle began to gag as Paul force fucked the boy's mouth. Lyle was mumbling and gaggin and Paul just ignored him once again. "That's it, fuckin gag on my cock you fucking cuntboy. Fucking little fagboy. I saw you looking me over, you wanted me, don't try to deny it. You're a fucking cuntwhore just like your goddamn mother. I fucked her real good too." Paul was really getting excited by what he was spatting out at the boy, obviously attempting to corrupt him. Lyle couldn't believe what he just heard but it slipped out of his mind again as Paul was working the boy's head up and down on his throbbing cock, wondering when it would be over. Then he felt Paul's cock begin to go partially soft in his mouth. Was he done??? No, Paul just needed to piss, which Lyle found out when he felt a hot stream being sprayed into his mouth and he started gulping and gulping afraid he might drown in Paul's piss. Lyle was mortified and tried to back up, but Paul was much too strong and held the boy's head in place so he had no choice but to consume Paul's urine. "oooooh fuck yeah, that's real nice." Paul looked down at his young victim and was enjoying making Lyle submit to his twisted desires. Paul knew there was no turning back at this point, he lit the fire and now he was going to let it burn through his soul as long as it could. Paul felt like he was being taunted by Satan and the more he was forcing Lyle to submit the more insanely perverted Paul felt. He knew now that this was the thirst he'd had all that time, every since he had his nephew suck his cock. Paul had plans for Lyle and he also was beginning to think that he needed to get rid of Lyle's cokehead mother. No one would miss the whore, she said she had no family in contact. He might just need to get rid of her and then take Lyle somewhere more remote where he could raise Lyle as his personal fuckwhore. Paul was getting off on all this and now that he finished pissing down Lyle's young throat, he was growing hard again. He then pushed Lyle forward and this time all the way down. Paul climbed on top of Lyle, towering over the boy and he pinned Lyle down with his own strong body and then forced his cock back up Lyle's asshole, this time holding a hand over the boy's mouth as he began to bang his cock hard into Lyle's asshole, slamming downward and Lyle felt like Paul was going to drive his body into the ground by how hard he hammered into his asshole. "Fuck whore! I'm gonna cum up your ass again....AAAAAAAAAGHGHGHH!!!!" Lyle was seeing stars and felt himself feeling limp and weak, but he could feel each throb of Paul's large prick as it made pump after pump of hot seed into his asshole, which felt raw and sore. Paul then laid there on top of Lyle with his cock still inside and he decided to rest like that for a while. It was time to go back to the hotel where he would keep Lyle in his room with him. He'd keep the boy fed but naked and Paul would fuck him several times a day. When Paul would go to work at the auto shop, he'd have to keep the boy tied up and gagged, or knock him out by dropping some of the date rape drug into a beverage Lyle would drink so he'd be passed out all day. But he needed to get the boy back to the hotel while it was still night and he could sneak the boy back in discretely. Paul finally got up and got himself together and he told Lyle to do the same. Before they left the dark warehouse, Paul got down on his knee and grabbed Lyle by the arms and looked the boy directly in the eye. "Now you listen to me, boy. You do anything stupid, or try to scream or do anything like that, you're not going to like what happens. What I just did to you will seem like a day at the fucking beach, kid. Believe me, even if I get locked back up, I'd come back out, find you and cut your fucking head off, you got that? And if I didn't get out, I know plenty who will do the favor for me, so either way, I win. You're mine now, you fucking little whore and that is going to be your new way of life." Paul was very stern with Lyle, who was still dazed and half coherent. He was too exhausted and sore to try and go against this man who now seemed to be his ruler. Lyle wondered how his mom was going to allow this, although she usually didn't give a shit and Lyle knew that. "Ok, I'll be good." Lyle said. "Okay then. We have an understanding." Paul said as he stood back up and towered over the young 10 year old boy. He then led Lyle out of the warehouse and they made their way back to the hotel. This time, by foot, since the bus stopped running. Paul walked focused and straight ahead and Lyle trippingly stumbled alongside Paul, who had his hand on the boy's back to guide him along. The streets were dead and lifeless and Paul felt his plan worked out perfect so far.The_Rape_Of_Young_Lyle_P1