maipenraikhap.org 2.5

M/b, rape, humil, tort, scat, ws, snuff

From the moment I saw him, I just had to have him. I had always promised myself that I would never act on impulse if I ever did take one. Whatever made me follow the little boy home, I did not like it; it seemed to be in control of me. My cock was dictating my actions, and it did not care for the consequences. At that moment, neither did I.

He turned down a dead-end road. This must have been where he lived. If I were going to do it, it would have to be now. I took the chance. He had no clue what was happening or what had happened until I had the knife pressed firmly against his slender neck.

“Don’t make a sound,” I hissed into the eight-year-old boy’s ear. The poor child froze up and trembled in my arms. It was just great; the sheer exhilaration of it was perfect. I licked around his ear and whispered, “Is your mommy or daddy home, little boy?” The child shook his head. His answer was a relief. “Good, which one is your house?”

“Number forty-two,” squeaked the boy. “Why are you doing this?”

“Shut it,” I spat and then sucked on his cute little ear for another moment.

I frog-marched the little boy down the street. What was I thinking? Marching an eight-year-old child down the road to his own fucking house, at knifepoint, in broad daylight, but by this time, I was beyond all reason even while my mind screamed it at me.

I reached into the side pocket of the little boy’s knapsack and plucked out the single key connected to a multi-colored plastic ball. I slotted it into the lock and opened the door. Once I had the little cunt boy inside, I felt better for it. I knew that I now had the time to study this magnificent specimen. I pushed him ahead of me, and he stumbled forward.

“Put down your bag and turn around.”

The darling child started to sob and dropped his small school bag.

“Why are you doing this to me?” the pretty schoolboy whined.

“Because you are a beautiful little boy, I love you, and I want to keep you forever.”

“Don’t hurt me,” moaned the little boy.

“If you are a good boy, I won’t have to,” I replied gently.

My cock pressed hard up against the front of my dark-blue jeans. It had to be the hugest erection I had ever had; the little cunt boy’s big green eyes seemed to be glued onto it. He pulled his coat tight around himself, almost as if he expected it to offer protection. The child’s straw-blond hair hung loosely to his shoulders, but his wire-rimmed glasses were perhaps the sexiest addition to this little boy’s outfit. They made this cute little cunt boy irresistible. I needed it.

“Where is your bathroom, fag?”

The child glanced at the stairs.

“Up there,” he whispered.

I licked my lips.

“On your knees, fag.”

With a child’s obedience, the little boy dropped to his knees. He stared at me with big puppy-dog eyes as tears ran down his cheeks and dripped off his chin. I approached my new acquisition and took off his glasses. I held them out.

“Take them.”

The pretty little boy grasped his glasses and held them in his shaky hands. I took hold of the back of his head and tilted it upwards, and the youngster looked at me with those big emerald eyes. I ran my tongue over my lips and slapped that pretty little face. What a gorgeous little fuckhole he was.

“You will call me sir,” I sneered at him.

The child gasped, and he then closed his eyes and burst into tears.

“Stop it, please,” he whimpered.

I slapped him again.

“Stop hitting me, please,” he wailed.

I slapped him again. “That is, ‘Stop hitting me please, sir,’ ” I hollered at him. “Say it.”

“Stop hitting me, please, sir,” sniveled the little boy.

“Oh, yes,” I sighed.

I gripped his hair with both hands and pressed his face firmly into my crotch. He broke into an uncontrolled burst of sobbing, the whole of his small body trembled, and, through my trousers, felt every tiny twitch of my stiff cock pressed up against his cheek.

“What is your name, cunt boy?” I asked.

“Ja-Ja-Jayden…Le-Lee...sir,” the child stammered.

“Oh, Ja-Ja-Jayden…Le-Lee,” I repeated, mocking him as I rubbed my trouser-covered stiff rod up and down his face.

Besides crying his little eyes out, the child did not do much while I smeared his tears across his gorgeous face with the fat lump extending out of the front of my trousers. I pulled him back a little just to see that face. His bloodshot eyes and tear-stained cheeks only enhanced this child’s beauty. I had never felt as good as this.

“Put your glasses back on.”

The little boy fitted his glasses onto his exquisite face. The little doll’s hands trembled like gelatin. Oh, I could have just eaten him all up. I nudged the schoolboy with my foot.

“Okay, pretty boy,” I said, “go up the stairs.”

“Sir,” sobbed the child. “What are you going to do to me?”

I wiped the tears from under the sweet boy’s eyes with my thumbs. Holding his face in both of my hands, I smiled at him.

“I’m going to do my wee-wee all over your face, and then my poo-poo into your mouth, and then we will give you a nice hot bath, and then I am going to have sex with you,” I told him cheerfully.

“Oh…” whined Jayden-Lee. “Don’t do that, please, sir.”

“Don’t do what?” I asked.

“All of it,” cried Jayden-Lee. “Please, sir, don’t do it.”

When I slapped the child across the face, Jayden-Lee screwed his eyes up, and his whole body shook with sobs.

“Now, faggot, you need to be a good boy. I’ve already got to punish you. Don’t make it worse for yourself. Now, I want you to repeat this. ‘Please, sir, Jayden-Lee wants his master to do his wee-wee and poo-poo all over his pretty face and into his toliet mouth.’ ”

The child stared at me for several moments without a sound until the natural obedience kicked in.

“Ple-Ple-Please, sir,” he murmured. “Jayden-Lee wants...umm…his master to do his wee-wee and…err…his poo-poo, all over my…my pretty face and…ugh…into my cunt mouth, sir.”

I smiled and stroked the lovely child’s cheek.

“I’m afraid I have to punish you badly since you didn’t say it right. “Come on now into the bathroom.”

Jayden-Lee stood up like a man condemned—or rather, a little boy condemned. When the child spun around, I stuck my hand down his shorts and pressed my fingers to his ass cheeks, feeling the fat fleshy globes through his underpants.

The child pressed his legs together and whined. He moved his hands towards mine, but I slapped them away, which caused Jayden-Lee to moan loudly.

“Don’t be a bad boy,” I warned him. “If I want to touch you here, I will.”

I pushed a finger between his tightly closed legs and poked a little of the cotton into his crack to prove my point. Jayden-Lee twisted, and I was forced to slap his legs with my free hand.

“Stand still,” I ordered him.

“Ow!” yelped the child.

“If you can’t be a good boy, I’ll have to hurt you. Do you want me to hurt you, Jayden-Lee?”

The cute little boy shook his head.

“No, sir,” he murmured. “Don’t hurt me, please.”

“Then, open your legs and let me feel you properly.”

The command produced a new bout of sobbing from the little boy, but he did as he was told. Jayden-Lee parted his legs until they were about shoulder-width, just perfect for me to push my hand in so that I could grab and feel his baby ball sack and pricklet. I rubbed on them roughly, enjoying the embarrassed sobs I brought from his sexy little mouth—such a modest little boy.

“What do you call this place,” I asked him.

“Please don’t do this, sir,” he cried.

“Now, Jayden-Lee, don’t make me punish you,” I said. “What do you call this place?”

I pushed my finger as deep into the ass hole as the little boy’s underpants would allow. The child didn’t like it one bit.

“It’s my bottom, sir,” he sobbed.

“Do you have other names for it?” I asked.

“Oh…um…my butt, sir.”

“Good boy,” I said. “Come on now, up the stairs.”

I followed the child up the stairs with my hand still down his shorts and pressed into his plump, succulent little ass, making me as stiff as a log. Poor little Jayden-Lee hated it. The large bathroom had light green tile walls, and the full suite was pristine. Jayden-Lee’s black school shoes clicked on the tile floor. I pulled my hand out from under his shorts and turned him around. He stared right at me and looked very sorry for himself.

“Pull down your shorts,” I demanded.

The youngster’s head dropped onto his chest. His hands played with the waistband of his shorts for several moments before he pulled them down, letting me see his beautiful cartoon underpants. I extended my arm and pressed my hand into the front of his underpants. He screwed his eyes shut. My cock was now so stiff it hurt, and my balls ached so much I could have cum a gallon right there. Jayden-Lee understood that there was no alternative.

“I want you to pull your underpants down, Jayden-Lee. I want them around your ankles.”

The child’s eyes snapped open.

“Oh…sir, please…” he whined.

I slapped him across the top of the thighs again, causing the child to yelp in pain. “Don’t be a bad boy, Jayden-Lee,” I cautioned.

“Yes, sir,” mumbled Jayden-Lee.

Jayden-Lee pulled his underpants and shorts straight down to his ankles with a single quick motion. The child stood back up, his face flared up red, but he remained still. His chest’s rapid rise and fall were the only movement to be seen, other than the tears streaming down his luscious elfin face.

“Lift your shirt, Jayden-Lee.”

The child’s eyes closed, and his body shook. He slowly took hold of the front of his shirt and lifted it. Oh, it was beautiful. His plump miniature genitals were so pale and white that you could see the dark veins under the skin. I reached forward and placed my fingers against the smooth skin. I tickled the tiny acorn that was his little pricklet. Jayden-Lee gasped audibly and then moaned. I moved my finger away and down to his small tight hole to insert it, but I didn’t get far when I pressed against his baby pucker.

“Please, sir,” he groaned. “Stop it.”

I pulled my finger out of him and stuck it into my mouth to savor the taste. I sat down on the toilet and then patted my knee.

“I want to give you a spanking, so you should bend over me now.”

“Oh…but…sir!” he cried.

I glared at him.

“Get over here,” I yelled. “Now!”

The child stumbled forward. He did not attempt to remove his underpants and shorts from around his ankles. He fell over my lap, and I was forced to drag him onto me properly. I pulled his shirt up to look at his plump little ass.

“Oh, you have such a beautiful little bottom.”

I squeezed on it and kneaded the little cheeks with my hands. I slapped the wobbly ass cheeks. All the while, the youngster continued to cry from shame. I doubted that he could understand what was happening to him, and he certainly could not comprehend why it was happening to him. All this only served to excite me more. It urged me to molest this little one as much as I could.

The darling Jayden-Lee writhed on my lap, screaming and crying. It was almost as if I was hurting him. He had no way of knowing that I was playing and that I really would hurt him all too soon. However, I was enjoying the action of turning his ass a nice red color for the moment. He deserved nothing less for being such a lovely child.

When I stopped, Jayden-Lee clung onto my leg with both arms, his face was pressed into my trousers, and he was sobbing excessively. I used one hand to open up his buttocks to look at the little pink asshole. I licked the tip of my finger and rubbed the spit around the puckered orifice.

The poor child did not seem to notice what I was doing. I pressed against the little boy’s asshole, testing its tight elasticity, and then I pushed my finger straight through and deep into the little boy. 

Jayden-Lee threw his head back and cried out.

“Ow!” he yelled. “Take it out. Oh…it hurts...please...sir…it hurts…oh…please.”

I could not help but smirk at the child and push my finger deeper still, feeling the soft warmth of his bowels. I pulled out a little, but only to plunge the digit as deep as possible into the child. He yelled, cried, and begged for me to take it out, but I amused myself with him for several moments before pulling my finger out.

I pushed him off of me. The boy dropped like a stone onto the floor, where he curled up into a tight ball and sobbed his little eyes out. Squatting down beside him, I put my hands under his arms and pulled the child up onto his knees. He seemed to get the idea and stayed up when I let go of him.

With his left hand pressed into the floor between his legs, Jayden-Lee sat staring at my shoes. I cupped his chin in my hand and raised his head. His puppy-dog eyes were cum-making. I used a finger in the center of his glasses to push them back onto his face. I grinned and made a show of gathering phlegm in my mouth. Jayden-Lee responded with a series of whining sobs. I spat on his glasses.

The little boy did not even blink. Although he did look revolted. The spit dribbled down his glasses, dripped off in long strings onto his cheeks, and ran down his face. Using my hands, I pried open his mouth. The child seemed to understand what I wanted and offered no resistance as I opened his mouth wide and when I let go, he looked up at me with his mouth gaping. I gathered the saliva again. Jayden-Lee’s eyebrows furrowed. I spat into that wide-open hole, covering his tongue with the white slime.

“Oh…” cried the little boy.

I pressed my thumb onto the bottom of his chin and pushed his mouth closed. Jayden-Lee swallowed, and he now looked positively ill. I stoked his cheek and smiled at him.

“Now, that’s a good little boy.”

“Oh…please, sir,” he sniveled.

I snickered at him and pulled open the fly of my jeans. The child fell silent, and I reached inside my trousers and pulled my stiff cock out. Jayden-Lee swallowed again. I shuffled forward and laid it across his face.

“Oh…my god…” breathed the little boy.

I rubbed my big fat cock up and down the little boy’s cute little face. I rubbed it across his lips and nose, smearing my spit over his glasses and cheeks until I came to rest over his lips.

“Take hold of it.”

Somewhat hesitantly, both of the child’s hands came up to grip the thick shaft of my cock. I clasped my own hands around them and moved them up and down.

“I want you to do this, okay?”

“Yes, sir,” squeaked Jayden-Lee.

I let go of him and let the child wank me. He moved slow and delicately, almost as if he did not want to hurt it, but it felt great nonetheless.

“I want you to open wide and suck on me,” I told him.

The child’s eyes flicked upwards, and a frown crossed his face.

“I…I…” he started, “oh…sir…please…that’s…oh…I….”

I cocked my head and gave him a mournful look.

“Now, now, Jayden-Lee, don’t make me hit you again. It’s just a little blow job. There’s nothing dirty about that.”

“Oh…” sobbed Jayden-Lee.

Taking a deep breath, Jayden-Lee opened up his mouth and leaned forward to take my cock inside. His mouth was so small that merely the head of my fat and hard cock filled it. I groaned and sighed.

“Lick all around it,” I told him. “Oh…god…yes.”

He sucked on me as if I was a lollipop. His baby tongue ran over and around my fat bulbous head. At least, I was in heaven, my visage of heaven, of an eight-year-old cocksucker being made to suck on my cock. I let him suck on me for several minutes before my impatience took control. I pulled my cock out of his mouth.

“I want you to keep it open,” I warned.

What a gorgeous sight it was. My child cumdump, with its face covered with spit and tears and its mouth wide open ready for me to squirt my filth into it. I rested the tip of the head just inside and started to wank furiously. Keeping perfectly still, the child just waited for me to finish. When I did finish, I erupted. Thick globs of hot white sperm shot from my cock like a fountain and straight into the clueless child’s waiting mouth.

As the first string of sticky spunk struck the roof of the boy’s mouth and dribbled down over his tongue, the child recoiled. The remaining cum shot off over his pretty face. He glared daggers at me for a few moments before he swallowed.

“I think I’m going to be sick,” he squeaked.

“Don’t be silly. It’s only cum. Cum is good for you, got lots of vitamins in it.”

Jayden-Lee did not look convinced. I reached forward and placed my hand on his head, pulling him forward. I smiled at him.

“Now, now, be a good little boy and gobble it all up.”

I scraped an unusually thick lump of cum from the lens of his glasses and held it in front of his lips. It occurred to me that although he was looking at me, he could probably see very little through the saliva and cum that coated his glasses. However, he knew what was expected, and he opened his mouth. Sticking out his little pink tongue, the eight-year-old boy licked the slime from my finger. After the initial taste, he sucked it inside.

“Now that’s a good boy.”

Jayden-Lee sniffled. “Thank you, sir,” he mumbled.

“Now, just sit still. There’s still loads more for you to eat,” I chirped.

“Oh,” murmured Jayden-Lee.

To be fair to the little cumdump, he sucked all of my cum up each time I put a cum-soaked finger to his lips. He did not seem to enjoy it nearly as much as he should have, but it was an incredible sight.

“Take off your glasses.”

Almost automatically, his hands went up and clasped onto my legs.

“Are…Are you going to hit me, sir?” he asked.

“Yes,” I said offhand.

“Oh...oh…but, sir…I was being a good boy,” the child blubbered.

“No, you were a good boy. Now you’re a naughty boy. You aren’t doing as you were fucking told. Now take your fucking glasses off!”

Panicked into haste, the little boy pulled the glasses from his face and gazed momentarily at the smeared lenses, undoubtedly wondering how he would get them clean. All thoughts he might have had were wrenched from his mind when I grabbed hold of that silky hair and pulled his head backward.

Jayden-Lee took in a sharp breath and let out a small cry. Tears welled and dripped from the corners of his eyes to run down his cheeks. I pulled my hand back, and he screwed his eyes shut just in time for the blow.

The little boy screamed, and I snorted. I hit him again, even more viciously than the first time. The child screamed louder. Dropping his glasses, his hands came up to clutch onto his blazing cheek. I was forced to pull them away to hit him a third time. I was about to deliver a fourth slap when he suddenly yelled out.

“Oh, my god!” Rocking back and forth, he repeated over and over, “I’m sorry...I’m so sorry.”

At first, I was confused, but I soon noticed the yellow puddle forming around his knees. I looked at him with a cruel smirk plastered to my face.

“You dirty little cumdump,” I muttered. “You’re a filthy little boy.”

“I…I…oh…I’m sorry…I didn’t mean to…I couldn’t help it.”

“I think I might be able to forgive you, but only if you stick your face in it and clean all your wee-wee up.”

The little boy swallowed hard and stared down at the puddle. A look of sheer disgust crossed his face, and a hand went up to rub his forehead. He looked up at me, perhaps to see if I was serious, and then back down at the piss. The youngster looked up at me, and his head tilted to the side.

“I—”

I lashed out with my hand striking him across the face with enough force to send the child toppling over. He moved his hands up to hold onto his face.

“I was going to say yes,” he screamed at me.

I had to laugh.

“Now, now, no talking, start cleaning the floor.”

Jayden-Lee scrambled around, rolling in his piss until he was presented with it barely inches from his face. I pressed my foot in just below his ribs and nudged him. That seemed to be all the encouragement the child needed, and he pressed his face down and licked at the floor. He gagged almost immediately but kept it up. Taking deep, gasping breaths through his mouth, he sucked and licked all of the piss from the floor. I was disappointed that his school uniform mostly soaked it up, but it was no big deal. I would make sure that he tasted my piss soon.

“Come on now, kneel up straight.”

Looking very pale and sucking on his small pink lips, the eight-year-old boy pushed himself up. Jayden-Lee looked at me and placed a hand to his mouth. I stroked the length of my cock. It was stiff again from watching the boy perform the filthy task. I laid my cock down over his face.

“Put your glasses back on.”

The child was forced to back himself away from me a little to get his glasses up under my cock so that he could put them back on. He squinted to try and see through the cum and saliva smears across the lenses.

“Don’t worry about that. I’ll have them cleaned off in just a moment. Open your mouth.”

Jayden-Lee hesitated.

“Are you going to wee on me, sir?”

“Yes. Do you want me to hit you again?”

“No, sir,” exclaimed the child, and he opened his mouth up wide.

I ran my cock around his lips and then up to his nose.

“Now, Jayden-Lee,” I said. “If any goes into your mouth, I want you to swallow it, okay?”

“Ah-huh.”

The piss shot out of my cock in a jet, causing the child to jump, but he kept relatively still, enough for me to rinse the cum off of his glasses and trail the stream down his face until I had it aimed directly at the back of his throat. The youngster choked and sputtered as he tried to swallow the piss, but most of it ran down over his chin and soaked into his already piss-soaked clothes.

The child hugged himself and cried his pretty little eyes out as the stream died down. Considering he had just slurped down piss, I did not blame him for the reaction. I unbuttoned my trousers and pulled them and boxer shorts down over my shoes and off. Jayden-Lee stopped crying to watch what I was doing with a bit of sniveling from the little fucking whore.

“Do you remember what else I am going to do to you?” I asked.

“Umm…you…err…wanted to have sex with me, sir.”

I smirked.

“Come on now, what else?” I asked.

“You wanted…wanted to do your…your…poo into my...my mouth, sir,” he said faintly. “Please don’t do that, sir,” he added softly.

“Don’t be naughty now. You know I’m going to do what I want with you.”

“But…that’s dirty…” he whimpered.

“Yes, it is. It will make you very sick.”

“Then don’t do it,” he begged.

“You’re a dirty little boy. You want me to do my poo-poo all on you, don’t you?”

“No…” whined the child.

I grabbed his hair and leaned close enough to the child to smell the piss on his breath.

“Yes, you do,” I informed him. “I’m going to stick my ass into your face, and you’re going to stay very still, okay.”

Jayden-Lee sniffled.

“O-O-Okay,” he murmured.

I stood back up and turned my back on the child. I pushed backward and was delighted to feel the contours of his face pressed against the crack of my ass.

“Oh…” he cried out.

It was beautiful but not as beautiful as when the shit started to squeeze from my ass and lay across Jayden-Lee’s face. The little darling screamed hysterically as he thrashed and squirmed beneath me, although he never moved away.

When I turned around to look at him, I had to grin. He knelt there, stock-still. A small turd was stuck to his cheekbone. The little boy was staring at a second larger one on his arm while a third of similar size sat in his lap.

“You filthy little fucking faggot, you’re covered in shit!”

His eyes flickered up at me.

“Get it off me,” he moaned.

I scraped some of what was stuck to his face with two fingers.

“Open wide,” I told him.

“Oh, god, no…” he cried but opened his mouth.

I pushed my fingers inside and scraped the shit off on his teeth.

“Eat up.”

He stayed motionless for an instant, and then the child lurched forwards. Vomit spilled from his mouth down his front, joined by the shit from his face and arm. He looked up at me, with the sick still clinging to his chin.

“I’m sorry, sir,” he whispered.

Half a grin and half a scowl marred my face.

“Dirty, dirty boy,” I spat.

“I said sorry,” he mouthed.

I gave the boy a friendly grin as I scraped some of the foul shit and vomit mixture up onto my fingers.

“Open up for the choo-choo train,” I chirped.

“Oh…please…”

Although I didn’t know whether it was the after-effects of being sick, covered in shit, or just being treated like a baby, his face was red. He opened up, however.

The boy swallowed immediately when I deposited the load into his waiting mouth. One hand pressed against his mouth and the other onto his belly. He took several deep breaths through his nose before I let go of his mouth.

“I’m okay,” he gasped.

“That’s good because we’ve still got loads for you to eat up.”

Jayden-Lee closed his eyes and wept. I cleaned him up, and he ate it all up. How much piss, shit, and vomit can you scrape from a little boy’s clothes with your fingers? I can tell you it is not very much. A very pale Jayden-Lee kneeled before me with a grimace locked on his face as he held his belly. Oh, what a poor little boy. I smiled at him. The child flinched.

“I think we should get you cleaned up. I want you to brush your teeth while I pour you a nice warm bath.”

Jayden-Lee blinked.

“Really?” he asked. “Nothing yucky, sir?”

I chuckled.

“Yes, really. Make sure you get all the poo taste from your mouth.”

The little boy practically leaped toward the basin and grabbed his toothbrush.

“Take your clothes off first.”

Jayden-Lee looked at me from the corner of his eye and shot me a bashful smile. As if without a second thought, he slipped from his clothes. Of all the things I had ever seen, the naked body of this eight-year-old boy topped them all. I wanted to grab him and ravage him, but the smell, most of all, kept me away.

I drew him a nice warm bubble bath while my dirty little whore scrubbed his mouth with peppermint-flavored toothpaste. After a few minutes, he came alongside me, smiling as he shifted from leg to leg. Seeing a naked child so close is just too much for me to bear, but there was a shit stain still on his face. It repulsed me. I shut off the taps.

“Get in.”

“Yes, sir,” said the child, and he climbed into his bath and sunk into the warm water.

I took a bar of soap and started to rub it across the boy’s body. I began to clean the little doll with the sponge held in my other hand.

“What time do mommy and daddy get home?”

“Mommy doesn’t live here anymore,” he said. “Daddy doesn’t get home until seven.”

I glanced at my watch. It was still only four, which gave me plenty of time to play with Jayden-Lee before getting out of here. I pulled off my shirt to avoid getting it wet and dipped my hands back into the water. The child giggled as my fingers pressed into his little asshole. 

Much to my surprise, he eased his legs open further until his knees rested on the ceramic sides of the tub. I started to rub the soap over his back with my free hand, bringing up white suds on his pale skin. I massaged the soap into his back, caressing the flat surface with small circles. Jayden-Lee sighed in contentment.

My fingers moved up to the boy’s pricklet. To my surprise, it was hard. Rubbing against the tiny nub brought small, breathless moans from the child’s sweet mouth. My hand moved up and down his soft, smooth back. Feeling the vertebrae with my fingers, I pressed my fingers into the shallow indentation between each of the bones. My little darling’s back arched, and he gazed up at me with the look of pleasure on his seductive little boy face. I leaned forward and kissed him on the tip of his nose. I grinned at him and wiped some of the soap bubbles on it. The little boy giggled.

“I love you,” I whispered to the little boy.

He looked into my eyes.

“I love you, sir,” he murmured.

I drew my hand up and around the child’s shoulder blades before slowly bringing it back down until it dipped below the waterline. The fingers of my other hand squeezed and rubbed almost roughly against the youngster’s hard pricklet. He closed his eyes and let his head fall backward.

“Ah…ah…oh…” he gasped.

When I took my hands from the water, a moan passed his lips, but he kept his eyes closed. I rubbed more soap onto my palms and spread the soap across his gorgeous face before cupping up water to rinse the bubbles off. I then leaned in close and placed my lips on his forehead.

“Oh,” he moaned.

The eight-year-old boy’s arms wrapped around my forearm and dragged it down under the water until my hand was pressed against his hard pricklet. I moved my head back a little, and Jayden-Lee’s eyes opened. He grinned at me. I pulled his head toward me with my free hand, locking our mouths together. My tongue pushed through his delicate lips and deep into his mouth, caressing across his teeth and then further down. The little boy moaned and grunted as I stimulated his little prick with my fingers. I rubbed hard against him, savoring his breathless moans. He broke from my lips.

“Ah…ah…oh…ah…” Jayden-Lee gasped.

His little hands clutched hold of his tummy, and his gorgeous face contorted as the waves of pleasure rippled through him. His body tensed up tightly as his body roiled in ecstasy. It was beautiful to behold a little boy experiencing his first orgasm.

I stood up and bent down, intending to lift him from the bath. I stopped when I felt his lips around my cock. I straightened up and looked down at him. Clutching onto my cock with one hand, he lifted himself off and beamed up at me.

“I could suck on you all day, sir,” he stated before popping my cock back into his mouth.

“Oh, god…” I groaned.

I could not bear it. I had to get my cock out of Jayden-Lee’s mouth. I slipped my twitching cock from his mouth and stroked his face. He let me rub myself all over his pretty little face, sometimes quite rough. Jayden-Lee giggled and nuzzled into me.

“You are such a dirty little faggot.”

“Yes, sir,” giggled Jayden-Lee. “I’m your dirty little faggot.”

I came. My cock exploded over the child’s waiting face, squirting long strings of cum across his exquisite face. This eight-year-old boy grinned at me with his face covered in my spunk.

“Oh, fuck,” I groaned.

He took a single finger and ran it over his face collecting up a big dollop of cum, and he, with a seductive and whore-like smile, sucked the sperm from it. I believe that they call behavior like this Stockholm syndrome, or, at least, it was the same principle. 

“Do I look good with your...your…um…stuff on me?”

“Ah,” I sighed and placed a finger in his ass crack. I pulled it upwards through his crack and up his smooth body until it rested on his lips. “Yes, you do. You’re a sexy fucking cum whore.”

He stood up and climbed out of the bath. Jayden-Lee put his arms around my waist as far as they would go.

“Am I a good boy, sir?”

I could not bear it any longer.

“No, you’re not. You are a dirty little fucking faggot.”

“But...I—”

I seized hold of the little fag’s hair and dragged him into me. I slapped him across his lovely face. Jayden-Lee squealed with pain and surprise.

“You little fucking cock whore, you’re nothing but a fuck hole, a cumdump.”

I jerked on his hair, and the little faggot tumbled onto the floor. I let go of his hair to allow him to fall flat and put a foot on his back to stop him from crawling away. I crouched down with some difficulty, grabbed my trousers, and slipped the belt from the loops. I wrapped one end around my hand and trailed the leather across Jayden-Lee’s thrashing legs. My mouth watered, and my cock stiffened at the mere prospect of hearing him scream. I was going to enjoy this.

My arm rose above my head. There is no need to hold back when you take an opportunity like this one. I had no desire to hold back. I brought my arm down with as much force as possible, savoring the sweet sound of leather against pre-teen flesh, which was delightful but not as lovely as the scream that followed. It cut through me like a knife and sent shivers of sheer ecstasy throughout my body. I whipped the boy with all my might. He was so innocent and sweet; he deserved to suffer, just as all pretty little boys deserve to endure the pain that I enjoy.

Dark red welts appeared across his legs and over the milky-white globes of ass. His agony fueled my lust. Only when his struggles died down did I take my foot from his back. Crouching down beside him, I rolled the small boy over. I placed my foot on his tummy this time and restarted my beating. I littered his chest with the same red welts covering his thighs and ass. It was so beautiful that I could not help but admire every blow I made. It tickled in my cock and throughout my very being.

Stooping, I grabbed one of the boy’s ankles and pulled it up to spread his legs so that I could lash out at his luxuriant and hairless little balls. My arm lashed up and down, time and time again, as I tormented his luscious ball sack with beautiful red welts. My mind was gone, and all that remained was sadistic bloodlust. I needed to hurt him.

I ceased when I noticed that he had stopped struggling. The world came back around me in a rush. I loved it, standing over a helpless child with an instrument of torment in my hands. I let go of his leg, and he quickly pressed his thighs together. He held onto swollen balls with his sweet, delicate hands, mewling and sobbing like a pathetic animal. What I wanted from him was his life, his very fucking soul, but what I needed now was his virgin ass.

I grabbed his underpants up from the floor and tore a long strip from them. Little Jayden-Lee did not move. He lay there, rocking back and forth and crying his little eyes out. I squatted down beside him and pushed him over onto his tummy. I grabbed his arms and pulled them to his back.

“No,” he moaned and twisted but was too weak to put up much of a struggle.

I tied the youngster’s hands tightly together and then rolled him back over. I pulled apart his legs and knelt between them. Jayden-Lee squirmed around.

“Please…stop,” he whimpered. “Please…”

My cock stood as stiff now as it had when I first got into this child’s underpants. I stood up, dragging the little boy up with me. I threw him against the sink and watched as he struggled to stay on his feet. Without the use of his hands, all he could do was bend over with his face deep in the basin.

“Ple-Ple-Please,” the boy blubbered, “sto-sto-sto-stop it.”

I grabbed hold of his ass and squeezed the sore cheeks. Jayden-Lee yelled in pain as I kneaded his bruised-covered ass. I looked around for something to use to lubricate him—something a little better than my spit. I grabbed the bottle of baby oil from the cabinet on the wall beside me. Popping up the cap, I pressed the nozzle between the boy’s buttocks and squeezed half the contents from the bottle.

“Oh,” gasped the child, “what are you doing?”

Most of the oil spilled out down Jayden-Lee’s legs, but enough remained for me to rub into his crack and asshole.

“You should be thanking me,” I told him. “Fucking you would hurt a lot more if I didn’t do this.”

“Don’t fuck me.”

“You don’t even know what fucking is,” I snorted.

“I don’t care,” cried the little boy. “I don’t want it.”

I pressed Jayden-Lee’s head down hard into the basin.

“Well, that’s tough,” I said.

I slotted my cock between his tight ass crack, sliding it through the oil until I found his tight little hole. Only his tightness blocked my path. I pressed in hard, stabbing at the clenching hole until I brutally tore through the defense of his virginity. When I felt the passage give way, and when I felt myself plunge deep into this little boy’s belly, I gave a triumphant cry. The change in pitch of his screams told me how much it hurt him.

The boy’s asshole was tight, and his gripping pucker was heaven personified. It was so snug it hurt for me to squeeze my cock through it, albeit not nearly as much as it hurt him. He howled with agony as his young asshole distended around my fat cock.

To hear a little boy scream in anguish as you rape his tiny little asshole is nothing short of heavenly. I fucked into it as hard as the tight ring of muscle would allow. I read somewhere once that you could rupture a child’s rectum if you fucked him too hard. That is what I wanted to do. It was painfully hard to build a decent rhythm, but it felt good. Eight-year-old Jayden-Lee, however, did not like it one bit. His screams and cries echoed in my head.

I craved to hurt him more. I needed to harm Jayden-Lee with my cock. I wanted to stab my meat into him until I was balls deep. The warm blood eased my passage into the wrecked hole, enabling me to slip in and out with increasing ease. It permitted me to thrust in, so my cock could stuff him.

I drove in harder, determined now to force all of my cock into the immature little fuckhole. I fucked the child as hard as I could. I plunged my cock in deep and drew it out, only to drive it back in again. Oh, how he screamed. I loved every minute. This was, without a doubt, the best fuck I had ever had. It was inevitable that I would cum again, and I shot my thick spunk deep into his eight-year-old ass.

Jayden-Lee bawled like a baby. He had bled and was still bleeding a lot. I lifted myself, and my cock slipped from his blood-sodden asshole. I rolled off of him and grinned. It is such a sight to see a luscious young boy’s fuckhole bleed from its first fuck.

“Please stop,” moaned the child as he fell to the floor.

I crawled around the little boy until I was level with his head and took my now semi-flaccid cock into my hand. He turned his head the other way, but I grabbed hold of it and pulled it back.

“Hey, faggot,” I said. “How do you like my cock now?”

I rubbed the meat across Jayden-Lee’s adorable features. I spread blood, cum, and ass slime across his lovely face.

“Stop it,” he cried weakly.

His struggles and cries were enough to bring my cock up hard again. I enjoyed the feeling of it for several moments and then let his head go. He tried to wriggle away from me, but I grabbed him and rolled him onto his stomach. As I stood up, the child managed to get onto his knees and attempted to elevate himself. I placed my foot into the center of his back and pushed it back down. His body trembled, and he wept.

“Now, that’s a bad boy, trying to get away from me.”

“Go away,” he squealed. “Let me go.”

I snatched the belt up off the floor and pressed my foot into the child’s back to stop him from getting away. I let the buckle fall until it brushed against the child’s ass cheeks. I sighed.

“You need to learn, fag.”

I flicked the belt up in a single motion and brought the brass buckle down against the boy’s soft, smooth skin. The howl that he produced was magnificent.

“I will never let you go.” I punctuated each word with another blow to his milky white ass.

The belt buckle made the most beautiful purple marks. I continued pounding away at him even after I stopped shouting at him. I smacked the belt buckle into the fleshy surfaces of his ass and legs, giving him marks worthy of a filthy fuck toy. It wasn’t long before his struggles died down to nothing more than a whimper and a little squirming at my feet. I dropped the belt and kicked the child in the ribs.

“Get up,” I roared.

“Ah,” was the only response I got from him.

I kicked him again.

“I said, ‘Get the fuck up!’ ” I shouted.

“No!” the child managed to cry.

I grunted and kicked him again. As my shoes contacted his ribs, I heard a loud snap followed by an unearthly shriek that was so loud it hurt my ears. When the scream died away, it left my ears ringing. I bent down and grabbed the child by the hair. I pulled the blubbering boy up onto his knees with a quick yank. He was hyperventilating. His eyes were glazed over, and pain marred his face. He was just beautiful. I reached down and squeezed the area where I had cracked the ribs. He cried out an agonizing scream.

“Bad boy!”

Jayden-Lee shook his head. Oh, such a poor little cumdump. I smiled and reached across and picked his glasses up off the washbasin. I grabbed the child’s chin and turned his head toward me so that I could put them back onto his face. Cum and spit still obscured the lenses, but he looked horny in them nonetheless. I let go of his head, and he turned it away from me.

“Oi, look at me.” Jayden-Lee closed his eyes and turned his head downward. I could only guess that this was some futile attempt at resistance. “I said, ‘Look at me!’ ” I shouted.

“No,” he sobbed.

I have always prided myself on being a rather patient man and very little tries my temper. However, in that single moment, my temper flared up white-hot, and I knew exactly what I was doing when my hand tightened into a fist. His face was so beautiful and so perfect. I swung towards it, right towards the center. He moved but not fast enough to miss my fist. I hit him directly in the right eye. It pleased me. He swayed for a second before falling backward. He was conscious, if barely, but his glasses were fucked. I used my foot to knock them off of his face.

“See,” I said, dragging him back up with his hair. “You need to be a good boy. I clicked my fingers in front of his eyes and slapped him. “Hello?”

His eyes flickered, but other than that, there was no reaction. I sighed. After retrieving my jeans from the floor, I pulled my cigarette lighter from the pocket. Opening the top, I struck a flame. There is always a way to get a reaction from somebody. I pinched on the child’s small pink nipple, bringing it up hard. The effect was almost instant when the flame was held to sensitive skin. His little body bucked and thrashed. He tried to scream, but his throat was becoming hoarse.

I drew the flame slowly down his chest and across his tummy, giving the flame enough time to blister the skin on its gradual descent down towards the little boy’s pricklet. I was aiming to burn off his small prick. The instant the fire touched him down there, his whole body convulsed. It was as if he went into a fit. He screamed, shook, and kicked. I let go and watched as he kicked at the floor with his feet until he had managed to back himself up to the bathtub. I laughed at him.

“Look at me.”

Jayden-Lee’s right eye was swollen shut, but the left one locked onto me. It burned with hatred and fear.

“Oh, baby,” I said. “You are such a lovely cumdump.”

“Let me go,” croaked Jayden-Lee.

I laughed at the child. As a grin spread across my face, I grabbed the knife off the toilet where I had left it. I spun around to brandish the blade at the child. The poor helpless little boy kicked at the floor, trying to back himself further away from me.

“No!” he cried. “Don’t kill me!”

Without a word, I lunged at the child. He shrieked and dove under me. He tried to scramble toward the door, but with his hands tied, he only managed to fall flat on his face. I was pissed off. I grabbed his leg and pulled him to me. Rolling him onto his back, I placed a knee on his stomach to keep him in place. I held the knife above his eyes. Killing him then crossed my mind, but it seemed too easy. Too easy for him, that is.

I lit the lighter and held it above his face. His good eye widened until he had the look of a frightened little bunny. I kept the lighter to the blade’s tip and let him watch it heat up. I left it there for almost a minute before lowering the heated blade toward his face. Poor Jayden-Lee was petrified with fear. It was probably just as well since I did not want to take his good eye out. I pressed the knife against the cheekbone. He screamed. I quickly pulled the knife away, and he violently threw his head about.

I let him tremble as I laid the searing hot blade across the small pink nub of his right nipple. The child’s entire body went stiff for one moment, and then he started to convulse. I laughed as he bucked under me and held the knife back to the flame again. I let it heat up again and then used it to slice a deep cut through his left nipple. The blade was hot enough that the wound cauterized as it opened, although it hurt the poor little Jayden-Lee. By the way that he screamed and struggled, you would have thought I was killing him. I increased my weight on his stomach to keep him still while he thrashed about like an injured beast.

The poor little eight-year-old boy finally quieted down. I, however, was all but calm. I held my knife again and pulled the boy onto his back. Without hesitation, I slashed at his chest. The instant he realized what was happening, he screamed. The cut was not deep, and it was in no way serious, but it was long and spread from his left nipple right down to his abdomen. The blood seeped out.

I laughed at him as I turned the knife in my hand before stabbing it down into his fleshy thigh. The child froze and screamed once again. I twisted the knife and yanked it out, and the blood quickly pooled in the open wound. I knew roughly where the arteries were and where not to cut or stab. I giggled and made small but deep incisions all over his stomach and chest. I paid particular attention to his divine nipples, slicing one in two and cutting under the second so that it hung on only by a scrap of flesh.

I turned my attention to his charming pricklet. Pressing the tip of the knife at the tiny piss hole, I started to push it in. Ever so slowly, I penetrated the little hole with the big knife. Jayden-Lee squirmed about and screamed. I could not be bothered to try and stop him since I did not care how much damage he did to himself by moving about on the knife. The blood started to pour out of him, but not at a life-threatening pace, nor was it particularly not life-threatening for the next few minutes. However, combined with his other cuts, I was worried he might die before I had a chance to kill him.

I picked up my lighter and struck a flame. The only choice was to scorch the others. I took great pleasure in holding the flame to the skin and watching the boy’s flesh blister and wrinkle. I could smell it burning. Oh, god, what a turn-on. He was no longer screaming. A quiet moan passed his lips until the flame touched his skin again, and then he would squeal. The most fun had was when I burned his nipples.

Jayden-Lee bucked and screamed under me. His entire body convulsed with the pain. I dreaded to think of what he was doing to his dick. The knife must have been cutting him to ribbons. Dreaded was the wrong word. I loved the idea. Still holding the flame to him, I reached back and pushed the knife in another inch as a precautionary measure.

I turned back and grinned when I saw his charring nipple. Having some heart, I took the flame away and turned my attention to the other one. There was no way I could fix that back on. I reached down and grabbed the part-severed nipple. It was slippery with blood, but I could get enough of a grip to tear the morsel of flesh from the child’s chest. He screamed and cried just a little. He had no strength left to put up much of an effort. He looked very sleepy, probably from a loss of blood.

I placed the flame on the opened chest wound and watched as it slowly sealed it. I burned the nipple until it was black. Burnt blood rather than charred flesh, but it looked cool nonetheless. I stood up and pulled the knife from the boy’s pricklet. Blood spilled out after it. Still okay, not a great deal of loss down there. It didn’t matter as long as he was alive for now. I picked him up and dropped him into the bathtub, sloshing water over the sides and flooding the floor. I did not have time to care.

After kicking off my shoes, I climbed in with him and pulled his head up above the water. I kneeled between his legs and pushed my cock up against his asshole. The water had turned pink already from the blood. It looked quite pretty. All of that was washed away from my thoughts as I pushed into him. Hot with blood and still so tight. I grabbed the boy’s head and held on with both hands as I shoved it under the water.

I’ll never know where he found the energy to fight, but he did. He kicked and thrashed and wriggled and squirmed, although to no avail. It felt fucking great! Seeing the panic on his face as I fucked into the drowning fuckhole was magnificent. A panicked child scared of the death he now faced. I was sure he could see me through the water, grinning at him as I fucked into his asshole as hard as I could.

After a minute, I pulled his head above the water to let him gulp down a couple more breaths before pushing him back under. My intentions were only to prolong his suffering for the time it took me to get off. When his head plunged back into the bloody water, his fighting started strong again, coupled with the involuntary thrashing from his limbs. It was all too much. I pumped into the eight-year-old boy. I stared at him, drowning beneath me, and I drove in harder. I could feel my balls tightening and see the boy’s eyes rolling into his skull.

“Oh…fuck, yes!” I cried.

Jayden-Lee no longer fought me, but his body spasm quivered his body. I could not help myself. I exploded into him and then collapsed on top of him. I took a minute to catch my breath. I stared at him. The small eight-year-old boy was lying motionless under the water with one eye swollen shut and the other staring directly at me. As I moved towards the shower, the eye seemed to follow me, though, in reality, it did not move at all. It is kind of incredible how things can do that. I laughed to myself as I took a hot shower and dressed.

The boy was dead. There was no doubt about it. I reached into the bath and pulled out his head by its hair. Using my fingers, I pried open its mouth. Dead or otherwise, this child was making me as horny as hell. I rubbed my stiff cock over his face and then pushed it into his mouth. It was not as good as when he was alive, but it was better than giving myself a hand job. I fucked down his throat. I had to laugh. I was using a dead child to masturbate myself.

I slit the boy’s throat when I was finished. I am not sure why. Maybe just to spite him, I think, or to see the pretty color, it turned the water. I left the body in the bath for Daddy to find when he got home. I ran from the house. The implications of my actions finally sank in now that my cock had its fill of boy cunt and murder.

The first place I went to was home, but only to pack what I could in as short a time as possible. I needed a place to hang out while I decided what I would do and where I would go, and I wanted to make it as hard as I could to stop people from following me. Within a few hours, I had gone under the Channel and got off the train in Paris. I took the first flight to Spain and then across the Mediterranean into North Africa.

When you commit a crime of opportunity, especially if you leave a crime scene as I did, you are left with two choices. Go to prison or disappear.

I chose to disappear.