Date: Tue, 8 Apr 2014 23:56:33 -0000
From: gabewallis@mailtor.net
Subject: Caleb gets sent to slut school chapter 1

DISCLAIMER: This is a fictional story and contains descriptions of sex
between boys and men. If that offends you, stop reading. If it's illegal
where you live, stop reading. If you can't differentiate between fantasy
and reality, stop reading and get help.

Please remember that this story is FICTION. Sleeping with children isn't
okay. Don't do it.

This is a collaboration between Max Powers and Gabe Wallis. We hope you
enjoy it!

[M/b, anal, oral, bondage, spanking, chastity]

* * *

Caleb looked up. Was this really going to be his new school from now on? It
looked like something out of a horror film. His step dad Paul had picked
him up straight from school to come here, but it was already starting to
get dark. Caleb could barely see the old, dilapidated building, but he knew
from the pictures it was there. The walls were all the same shade of gray,
and they'd had to drive past an old security checkpoint on the way in, but
it had long-since been empty.

"C'mon, inside, kiddo," said Paul, putting an arm around Caleb's
shoulder. "We wouldn't want you to be late now, would we?"

"N- no," replied Caleb, walking slowly up the path towards the door. He
could just make out the grounds: almost an acre of dead and dying grass,
with a few sparse trees scattered around it. He wasn't sure exactly what
he'd be late for, but the way Paul said it, he knew he wanted to be on
time.

When they reached the door, a man in jeans and a t-shirt opened it for
them. He looked to be about 30, with close-cropped black hair and an angry
scowl. "What time do you call this?" he asked in a thick Russian accent.

Paul nudged Caleb's shoulder. "Answer him," he whispered.

"I- well, uh, there was traffic, and-"

The man slapped him.

"What was-"

The man slapped him again.

"Don't answer back, boy." The man leaned over Caleb so close that they were
almost nose to nose. The man's hot, smelly breath washed over him but he
refused to back away. He was scared, but something about this felt
exciting. Electric.

"S- sorry."

"Now, why were you late?"

Caleb shuddered. He could feel the heat of the man's breath on his
face. For some reason, his dick was starting to swell. "Well, the traffic-"

Caleb was cut off by another slap, harder this time.

"Shall I tell you why you were late?" asked the man, lifting Caleb's chin
so they were looking straight into each other's eyes.

Caleb nodded.

"I can't hear you."

"Y- yes."

"Yes what?"

"Yes sir?"

"Good boy. You were late because you're an entitled little slut who thinks
he can keep me waiting. Now, why were you late?"

Had this man really called him a slut? Paul had said this school was
'alternative', but what kind of school was this? The man looked military,
but Caleb didn't think anyone in the army would use that word, especially
for a boy!

"I'm an entitled..." his voice trailed off.

"Yes?"

"I'm an entitled little... umm..." he trailed off again, trying to look
away from the man, but he was still holding Caleb's chin.

"Ivan, go easy on him; he's only 11," said Paul from behind Caleb.

"No. When I was 11, I knew how to speak to my master. Now go on, boy, why
were you late?"

His master? What the fuck?

Caleb gulped. "I'm an entitled little slut who thinks he can keep you
waiting."

Ivan let go. "Good boy. Was that so hard?"

Caleb was about to answer when Paul gave a loud guffaw and said, "No, but
something is."

Caleb blushed. His penis was now very obviously erect. Ivan paid it no mind
and simply walked off, leaving Caleb to run after him to catch up, doing
his best to cover his raging hard on. He wasn't sure what it was about Ivan
that turned him on, but FUCK he wanted to jerk it now. His step dad had
woken him up early this morning so he hadn't had a chance to masturbate
before his last day at his old school, and he'd come here straight from
school so he hadn't had a chance afterwards, either.

"In here." Ivan's sharp voice broke through Caleb's thoughts.

Caleb did as he was told, following the man into an office to the left. The
room was dim: there was no light on, and the sun had almost set outside. In
the half-light, Caleb could make out two armchairs, one of which was
already occupied by a man who could have been Ivan's brother. He was
shirtless, and Caleb couldn't help noticing how muscular he was. His boner
pulsed.

The man laughed loudly. "See, Ivan? The boy has good taste."

Ivan just scowled. "Shut up, Sergey," he said, sitting on the room's
remaining chair. He turned to Caleb, hands resting on a clipboard. "Strip,
boy."

Caleb felt his mouth drop. "What?" He couldn't believe his ears. The last
person to see him naked had been his mom, and that was over five years ago
now.

Setting the clipboard aside, Ivan stood up and brandished a paddle at
Caleb. "You will do as you are told, boy."

Caleb bit his lip. He'd heard some schools had strange initiation rituals,
but this was ridiculous. "I, um-"

SMACK!

Ivan brought the paddle down on Caleb's butt and he jumped up, covering it
with his hands. "Oww!"

"I told you to take your clothes off, boy."

"Y... yes sir." He unbuttoned his shirt and let it fall to the floor,
looking up at Ivan. Surely he'd be allowed to stop now.

"Keep going," said Ivan with a wave of the paddle.

"Yes sir," Caleb muttered to the floor. He took off his pants slowly. He
was just lowering his tight white briefs when Sergey put out a hand to stop
him.

"Good boy," said Ivan, putting the paddle down and making some notes on the
clipboard. He and Sergey began to pace around Caleb. He turned his head to
follow them, but received a hard slap on the ass that hurt almost as much
as the paddle had done.

"Ow!" exclaimed Caleb, rubbing his butt. It really stung... he hadn't been
spanked like that in years.

"You will stay still, boy," said Ivan in a soft, menacing voice. His nose
was inches from Caleb. The young boy suppressed a shudder as the smell of
stale cigarette smoke washed over him. Sergey took hold of his hands and
looped something around them, before pulling it tight. Caleb's hands were
now immobilized. "Good boy," whispered Ivan, brushing Caleb's curly blond
hair out of his eyes.

He stood still, eyes facing forward as the two men resumed their
pacing. Ivan stopped every few seconds to scribble something down. The
whole time, the men were discussing him as if he weren't there.

"His skin is smooth," said Ivan, running a hand down Caleb's chest. He
gasped, feeling goosebumps erupt all over him at the touch. He yearned for
more but Ivan kept pacing, making notes as he went. "Nice and
tanned... yes, he'll be popular."

Sergey was in front of him now. He bent down a little and cupped Caleb's
chin in his hand, lifting it a little. "Good facial structure. Nice
eyes... we don't have many brown-eyed boys here." Ivan gave a non-committal
little grunt and wrote something down. Sergey continued pacing
around. "Nice round ass," he said, pinching Caleb's butt through his
briefs. "Soft, squidgy... people will pay good money to fuck this one."

Caleb shuddered at the contact but felt his dick get even stiffer. It was
now leaking precum all over his briefs. It felt really good to hear all
these nice things about himself, but a little strange at the same time. He
knew what fucking was and he wasn't quite sure how it would work with
him. He didn't even have a pussy! "You're enjoying this, boy," said
Ivan. It wasn't a question.

"Yes, sir," said Caleb, starting to shiver. The room was cold, but the two
men had their warm hands all over him. Someone's finger slipped between his
cheeks to his little hole and he tensed up, trying to twist away. It earned
him another spank, harder than the one before. "Ow!" he exclaimed, wishing
he could rub his butt.

"He's staying still, good. This one learns fast," said Ivan, scribbling
something down.

Sergey stepped behind Caleb and rubbed his tender butt with both hands,
following the curves. "Relax, boy," whispered Sergey, slipping Caleb's
briefs halfway down his thighs.

"Yes, sir," whispered Caleb, suppressing a gasp as his 2-inch erection
bounced out of the waistband. A finger appeared in his mouth and he was
told to get it wet, so he did. Suddenly the finger was rubbing up and down
his crack, and Caleb had to fight to stay still. Every time the finger
passed his tight little asshole it pushed in a little. Not enough to go
inside fully, but enough to make Caleb flinch. Eventually, he got used to
the feeling. In fact, it was almost pleasant: his dick twitched every time
the finger pushed against his hole and he was starting to rock his hips
back in time with the thrusts.

Without warning, the finger went all the way inside him. He cried out in
pain and thrashed his arms around, but Ivan grabbed him and held him still
while Sergey continued the assault on his anus. "Please!" he exclaimed,
tears in his eyes. "Please stop! Ow! Please!"

Sergey ignored him and carried on. After a few minutes when it was starting
to feel good, he pulled out roughly and hoisted Caleb's briefs back
up. "He'll need a lot of anal training... or maybe not. Some of our
customers like it when they struggle."

Ivan nodded and made a few notes. "Yes, good. He'll make a good addition."

Caleb bit his lip, penis still very erect despite his fear. Customers?
Wasn't this a school? And what were they going to do to him - were they
going to put their fingers in his butt? That wasn't so bad... unless...

The pieces came together in his mind and he gasped, struggling against the
bonds holding him. They weren't going to fuck his pussy, they were going to
fuck his butt. It was still hurting after a few minutes of Sergey's finger,
how would it cope with a dick?

"What's wrong, boy?" asked Ivan, laughing to himself. "Just realized what
you've gotten yourself into?"

Caleb nodded, feeling tears well up in his eyes. His dick was still hard,
pushing against the tight fabric of his briefs.

Ivan grabbed his chin roughly, pulling him up onto his tiptoes. "Tough
shit, kiddo."

"I... er... yes, sir."

Sergey stepped behind him and Caleb felt something wet and warm on the side
of his neck. He gasped. It felt like electricity was flooding to his dick
from the point where Sergey kissed him. "Good boy," whispered Sergey into
Caleb's ear, when he was done kissing.

"Thank you, sir."

"He has manners, too. Good," said Ivan, smiling. It was more of a smirk
than a smile, but Caleb guessed it was the closest this man could get. It
didn't suit him at all. "As you might have guessed," Ivan continued, "this
isn't an ordinary school. Some of our lessons aren't quite,
ah... legal. You will work on evenings, weekends, and on breaks from
school. It will be your job to, ah... entertain guests."

"Entertain how, sir?" asked Caleb, his heart in his throat. Did this mean
he'd be touched like this often? It was almost too much to ask for. Just
not the thing with the finger... anything but that.

Ivan's smirk got wider. "Spring break is this week, yes?"

Caleb nodded.

"There'll be no normal classes. You will be trained instead."

"Trained how, sir?" asked Caleb. He strained his hands to get loose, but he
couldn't manage it. He wasn't sure if he wanted to push Sergey away or pull
him closer... no matter, he couldn't move.

Sergey twisted his nipple around, and Caleb cried out. "We'll give you the
tour later, slut. Now you need to be taught not to be late. Get over my
knee, boy."

Caleb did as he was told. Ivan was very muscular and Caleb's little dick
was pressing into Ivan's thigh. Before he knew what was happening, red hot
pain erupted in Caleb's ass. He cried out, trying to cover it with his
hands, but they were tied. Before he could get up, Ivan brought the paddle
down on Caleb again.

"You will count the blows. Start from one."

"One," said Caleb as the paddle struck him again.

SMACK!

"Two," he said again, fighting back tears. He was determined not to cry in
front of these men.

SMACK!

"Th- three!" His voice was catching in his throat.

SMACK!

"Four!" he had never been spanked this hard before in his life.

SMACK!

"Five." His ass was on fire.

SMACK!

"Six" He wasn't sure how many more he could take.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK"

"Seven, eight, nine!" Caleb could feel his eyes watering.

SMACK!

"Owww! Ten!" yelled Caleb, bursting into tears. A hand started to massage
his sore butt, and he was sure it was over.

"You won't be late again," said Ivan. It was a statement, not a request.

"But the traffic-"

SMACK!

"I don't care about the fucking traffic. If you're late again, it will be
worse for you."

"Yes sir," said Caleb, choking back tears. "It won't happen again, sir."
His ass was on fire, but his dick was harder than ever. The front of his
briefs were now completely soaked with precum. If Ivan and Sergey wanted
to, they could probably see his dick through the fabric of his briefs. That
thought made Caleb's dick even harder.

Ivan walked over to a cupboard that Caleb hadn't noticed before. He reached
down, took something out, and brought it over to Caleb. Before Caleb could
see what it was, it was around his neck. It wasn't tight enough to cut off
his circulation, but it definitely restricted his breathing a little. Was
it some kind of collar?

"Let's get a leash on you, little doggy. Can't have you running away now,
can we?" Ivan fiddled with something on the front of the collar and
suddenly Caleb was on a leash.

"No sir," said Caleb, blinking in surprise. He felt his hands being freed
and tried to massage some feeling back into them.

"Doggies don't walk on two legs, do they?" Ivan pulled on the leash and
Caleb felt himself falling forwards. He put out his hands to break his fall
and found himself on his hands and knees.

"N-no, sir." There was a jerk on the leash and Caleb gasped, trying to gulp
down some air. He scurried forwards, trying to keep close enough to Ivan to
be able to breathe. He opened the door and pulled Caleb out into the
hallway. Caleb was about to ask where they were going but thought better of
it, instead trying to scramble after Ivan fast enough to still be able to
breathe.

"Bark now, little doggy," said Ivan with another tug on the leash.

Caleb bit his lip and felt his face turn red. His skimpy briefs gave no
protection against the cold, and anyone walking past would be able to see
his erection. And now he had to bark too? "Woof," he said under his breath.

Ivan yanked the leash and Caleb found himself falling forwards onto his
face. "I can't hear you!"

"Woof!" he said, a little louder, picking himself up and longing to rub his
sore nose.

"Good boy... I think we'll give you a treat now. Sergey?" Ivan motioned to
Sergey, who put a piece of candy into Caleb's mouth.

"Thank you, sir," said Caleb, not wanting another tug on the leash.

He was vaguely aware of people walking past them. The building wasn't
anywhere near as deserted as it had been when they'd come in. Most of the
other people didn't give Caleb a second glance, but one or two turned and
looked at him. He tried to ignore them, a task which was made significantly
easier by the constant tugging on his neck. One man - fat, balding, and
closer to 60 than 50 - reached down and groped Caleb's bright red butt,
saying, "Looks like someone's been a naughty boy!" After that, it was like
a switch had been flicked: almost every man they passed - and Caleb noticed
it was only men, no women - commented on Caleb, either saying he had a nice
butt, or calling him a whore, or even stroking his butt and balls.

He had no time to react to any of this. Ivan tugged on the leash every time
Caleb slowed to catch his breath. There was something hot about this, he
thought, as another passerby slid their finger along his buttcrack. He was
being put on display in front of strange men, with his ass burning and his
dick leaking precum and there was nothing he could do about it. He could
try to run away, but Ivan and Sergey were much stronger than him. He was
helpless and he loved it.

After what felt like an age, they reached a room somewhere and Ivan opened
the door, pulling Caleb inside. He looked up as they entered and
immediately locked eyes with a boy who looked to be a few years older than
Caleb. His light brown hair was a mess, and his green eyes were scrunched
up in... pain? Pleasure? Caleb couldn't tell. He had a collar around his
neck too, and Caleb saw he was naked, but he was bent over a table so Caleb
couldn't see his bits. He was so caught up in staring at the boy's
beautiful face - his small, flat nose, the cute freckle on his left cheek
that only brought more attention to his high cheekbones - that it took him
a while to register that the boy was being fucked.

"Take it! Take it!" yelled the man behind the boy. "Ugh, you're so fucking
tight... take it!"

"Yeah," the boy moaned, looking back to lock eyes with the man. "Fuck my
boy pussy, sir! Fuck me hard!"

The man obliged. The boy gave a pained grin and then his face contorted in
pleasure. "I'm cumming, sir! I'm cumming!"

The man started to slap the boy's butt, grunting. "Ugh, fuck yeah! Take
it!" He gave a few final thrusts - which looked REALLY painful to Caleb -
and collapsed on top of the boy, panting. He lay there a little while,
before pulling out of the boy's butt and putting his clothes on. Once he
was dressed, he left, giving the boy a good hard slap as he walked past.

"Josh," Ivan said to the boy, grabbing a fistful of his hair. "This little
cunt is Caleb, your new charge. Caleb, this cunt is your mentor."

"Nice to meet you, Caleb," said Josh, sounding as polite as he could with
his face screwed up in pain.

"Uh, nice to meet you, Josh," said Caleb, after Sergey squeezed his
shoulders roughly.

"It's time for bed now, my little whores," said Ivan, dragging Josh to the
door by his hair. As he walked, Caleb noticed that his wiener was
hairless. That was odd: from a DVD he'd been shown at school, he thought
older boys were supposed to have hair down there.

Sergey followed Ivan, pulling Caleb by the leash. Mercifully he was allowed
to walk upright this time, but he could still feel passers by ogling
him. In some ways it made him feel good, but on the other hand it made him
feel very naked, despite the small white briefs he was wearing.

They were lead through a series of corridors to a room with around ten
beds. Caleb noted with a shudder that each bed had a length of rope
attached to the top and another two at each of the bottom corners. That
meant he'd probably be tied up as he slept. He'd be completely helpless and
completely at the mercy of Ivan and Sergey. They could hurt him, they could
do anything they wanted to him. Despite his fear, he felt a little tingle
of excitement in his stomach.

Ivan pushed him down on one of the beds, holding his arms still. Sergey
hooked his fingers around the waistband of Caleb's briefs and pulled them
down very slowly, first showing his pubic bone and then the tip of his hard
little dick. "No!" he yelled out, despite himself, earning a hard slap to
the face from Sergey. Caleb longed to rub his stinging face, but Ivan was
holding down his hands, digging in tight. He felt their hot, smelly breath
washing over him. It made him feel a little sick, but a part of him liked
it. He felt helpless and used and sexy and his penis was very hard.

His briefs were almost halfway down his thighs now. Sergey was really
taking in his time, stopping to caress Caleb's thighs every few
seconds. Caleb thrust his hips out towards Sergey, kicking his legs and
pulling against Ivan. This felt like such a violation that he couldn't stay
still. He wasn't sure if he wanted them to stop, though.

Once his briefs were down below his knees, Sergey ripped them off, leaving
Caleb completely naked. Ivan was still holding him down so he couldn't
cover his little dick. He felt all of their eyes on him. Josh knelt down
beside the bed and ran a hand slowly up Caleb's thigh. Caleb gasped, trying
to escape, but Sergey was holding his legs down and apart. His skin was
tingling under Josh's touch. Caleb couldn't help noticing how smooth the
boy's hands were, and how muscular his arms were.

Just as Josh's hand brushed against Caleb's dick, he took it away and moved
his mouth down there too. Caleb gasped and squirmed even harder against the
big men holding him down. They were too strong for him. Josh was sucking
and licking at Caleb's little wiener, hands stroking around his tummy and
chest. Caleb suppressed the urge to scream. The feelings were so intense,
so overwhelming that he needed them to stop. Josh carried on regardless.

Caleb's breath was ragged now. He looked down to watch Josh work. The older
boy was looking up at him, grinning around the cocklet in his mouth. There
was something in those green eyes of his that Caleb couldn't quite put his
finger on, but he liked it. Affection? Lust? Care?

Caleb was starting to get used to the feelings now. He was bucking his hips
up to meet Josh's mouth, and the older boy's grin got even wider. As
Caleb's hips were up, Josh slipped a finger under him and between his legs,
massaging Caleb's entrance. This time Caleb couldn't suppress his gasp. The
feelings were electric. It was so much better than when Sergey had done it,
so much tenderer.

All too soon, the feelings got stronger. Caleb felt like he was going to
pee. He opened his mouth to warn Josh, but Ivan held a hand over
it. Something flooded through him, starting in his balls and spreading to
the rest of his body. He gasped, struggling against the men holding him
down, and let the feelings happen. He wanted to escape them but at the same
time he needed them.

The feelings stopped far too quickly for Caleb's liking. He lay still,
panting, feeling Ivan pull his hands roughly to the top of the bed where he
tied them to a rail. Sergey did the same with his ankles, tying one to each
corner, and before long he was spread out, naked. Ivan got a small plastic
tube out of his pocket, and before Caleb knew what was happening, he forced
Caleb's wiener in and closed it.

"Ow!" gasped Caleb, but Ivan just laughed.

"It's not coming off, slut. That was your last orgasm for a very long
time." With that, he and Sergey left, leaving Caleb tied in bed with Josh
standing over him.

"What do you think so far?" asked Josh, lying down next to Caleb in the
bed, wrapping himself around the younger boy.

Caleb bit his lip, enjoying the feeling of Josh's warm leg resting over his
crotch and wishing his willy wasn't locked away. "I dunno, sir..."

Josh laughed and tousled Caleb's hair. "You don't have to call me
sir. I'm... I'm not like them, don't worry."

"I dunno then, er... Josh."

Josh carried on running his fingers through Caleb's hair. Caleb sighed and
closed his eyes. This felt good. He couldn't remember the last time he'd
laid down with someone like this and just cuddled... it had probably been
Paul, or maybe his mother. At the thought of Paul and his mother, he had to
bite back a sob. He knew he'd be sent off to boarding school and might not
see them much, but this... this was too much.

"It's hard at first, but it gets easier. I promise." Josh's hands were
soothing and his mouth was right next to Caleb's ear. There was something
about his voice that softened Caleb's breathing and almost made him feel
okay.

"Really?" He couldn't quite believe it. Everything that had happened so far
had been fun in a weird way, but he just wanted to see his parents again.

"I promise," whispered Josh. This time he kissed Caleb on the cheek, and he
found himself giggling. Josh did it again, and Caleb giggled some more,
before relaxing and leaning in towards Josh as much as the cuffs would
allow. After a few kisses to Caleb's cheek, Josh moved down to the boy's
neck and Caleb found himself gasping. He wished he could wrap himself
around Josh the way Josh was wrapped around him, but he was tied tight.

"Will I be tied up every night?" asked Caleb, once Josh had finished
kissing him.

"No... I was only tied for a month, I think." He stroked his hands up
Caleb's chest, circling his nipples a few times.

Caleb lay there in silence, thinking. "I miss my mom..." he said after a
few minutes.

Josh kissed him again. "It's okay, buddy. You'll see her plenty! I get a
day off every other week, and a few weeks vacation at Christmas and over
summer... it's just like a regular school except more fun!"

Caleb bit his lip again, trying not to cry. "Fun?"

"Sure! I mean... if you misbehave they'll punish you, and that sucks, but
most of the time it's great! You'll learn to enjoy all of it, in the end."

"Really?!" Caleb lifted his head as much as possible so he could look Josh
in the eye. He leaned in hesitantly for a kiss, and their lips met.

"Really," whispered Josh, breaking the kiss.

They kissed a few more times, and Caleb felt himself relax. Josh's body was
all over him, and he felt warm despite his nudity. Caleb twisted and turned
as much as he could, trying to kiss the developing muscles that held
him. Eventually he got tired and rested his head on Josh's chest, which was
much softer than it looked. "This feels awesome," murmured Caleb, just as
he was drifting off to sleep.

* * *

Caleb woke to the sound of whispering. Immediately he felt his wrists ache,
he must have kicked around in the night. He opened his eyes and as they
adjusted to the light, he saw several dark shapes looming over him. Other
boys must have come in and slept in the other beds while he and Josh were
sleeping.

"GET HIM!" The boys grabbed Caleb, forcing a bag over his head. He kicked
and he struggled, but it was useless, even if he'd not been tied up he
still would have been no match for the older boys. Reluctantly he
submitted, his cries muffled by the coarse material of the bag. Some light
came through but he couldn't see a thing.

"Untie his hands." He felt the pull on his wrists and he was suddenly
dragged from the bed. He hit the floor with a thump.

"CRAWL!" Unsure where he was heading, Caleb thrashed around, eventually
finding his knees. Being led by the rope, he shuffled over, falling to the
floor every few feet.

"FASTER!" Caleb was sweating. The bag was making it hard for him to
breathe, it smelt rancid. He suddenly became conscious that, apart from the
transparent cock cage; he was totally naked, what were they going to do to
him? They came to a stop, he heard movement, and suddenly the bag was
yanked off his head. Caleb gulped; he was knelt before 5 boys, all naked,
all far bigger than he was. He scanned each boy; the look in their eyes was
predatory. Most of them he never seen before, but Josh, the boy from last
night, he was stood tensely on the end. Caleb caught his gaze; his mouth
moved silently, and as he worked out what Josh was trying to say his
stomach dropped. Sorry. He looked down at his bound hands. What had he got
himself into?

"LOOK AT ME!" the biggest boy stepped forward. He looked much older than
the others, almost like a man. Caleb gasped as he felt a huge force strike
his cheek. He looked up to see the huge, hardened cock in front of his
face. Had he hit him with that? It was inches away from his face.

"EYES UP HERE YOU LITTLE SLUT!" Caleb hesitantly craned his neck back and
looked the boy in the eyes. He watched him smile cruelly.

"OK Caleb, since you're new here, we're gonna teach you a few things, you
know, to help you out?" the boys laughed.

"Open your mouth." Caleb nervously obeyed. He knew what was coming; he felt
his dick getting hard and winced at the pain. He didn't have time to think
as before he'd even fully opened his jaw the boy violently thrust his cock
in. Caleb gagged. It was enormous. The taste of stale urine filled his
mouth. The boy pulled out and rested it on Caleb's face.

"You love my cock don't you slut?"

He didn't know what to say.

"Well?" one of the other boys stepped forward. Caleb looked
away. WHACK. Again he was hit round the face by the boy's pulsating cock.

"I asked you if you loved my cock you dirty slut?"

Caleb could feel his eyes start to water. This was so humiliating.

"ANSWER ME!"

"Yes," Caleb answered meekly.

"Yes what?"

Caleb looked down ashamedly "Yes I love your cock,"

"Yeah of course you fucking do, you're a little slut aren't you? Don't
think we can't see your tiny dick trying to get hard inside that cock cage,
you were born for this,"

"Should we untie his hands now?"

"Yeah, Sam you have one hand, Josh you have the other, you two can have his
ass. I've got that beautiful little mouth."

Caleb started to cry. Josh knelt down in front of him to remove the
bonds. He touched Caleb's chin, raising it so they were looking at each
other. This close he sensed some empathy from Josh. The look in his deep,
brown eyes, it was almost comforting.

"Just go with it," he whispered, Caleb whimpered and nodded. Someone pushed
him from behind and he fell onto all fours.

"Bend your back, stick your cute boy pussy out," he heard from behind. He
was completely exposed now and he could feel the cold air on his hole. The
boys were ogling his hairless body, telling him what a good little whore he
was going to be. He looked up at the throbbing dick in front of his face.

"Open wide," the boy leered. He felt hands running through his blonde locks
to the back of his head. Suddenly he was pushed forward, the cock shoved
into his mouth.

"Suck it, and watch those fucking teeth!" Unwillingly, Caleb began to use
his tongue to try and replicate what Josh did to him. He ran it round the
tip, trying to keep his teeth out of the way; he didn't want to be hit
again. He felt his nipples being twisted and fingers running up down his
crack. One caressed his boy hole, tracing a circle round the sensitive
opening. Slowly the tip of a finger was inserted in. He could feel it
wiggling around, stimulating him like he'd never felt before and causing
him to shudder. The boys obviously noticed this and began jeering.

"He fucking loves this!"

Caleb continued to such the boy's cock as he thrust it in and out of his
mouth. The hair around the dick kept brushing against his face. His own
dick was straining against the cold plastic surrounding it. Suddenly it hit
the back of his throat and Caleb gagged, struggling for breath.

"Breathe through your fucking nose! What? Too big for you?" sneered the
boy.

"If it's too big for his mouth Aaron, why don't you try his pussy?"

"No, not today at least, besides I think you're getting the hang of this
aren't you?" he laughed, Caleb, despondent and still with his mouth full of
cock, looked up at the older boy. Aaron stood there, still thrusting, with
a sadistic grin on his face.

"Yeah I think you're gonna be a quite a good little boy slut." Caleb's
heart dropped. Is that what he was now? He felt more hands on his body,
fingers sliding up and down his ass.

"Are we really gonna come Aaron? Sergey and Ivan will be mad!"

"Fuck yeah, they can't punish us all, get him up on his knees, make him
jack you off!"

Someone grabbed Caleb's shoulders and jerked him back on to his knees. For
a moment his mouth was free and he gasped for air. But all too quickly
Aaron rammed his cock back down his throat.

"Fucking toss them off!" Caleb felt his eyes starting to water again as he
extended his arms. Unable to see anything, he soon felt the warmth of two
stiff penises. Both cocks were dripping with precum, providing lubrication
and making it easier to slide his hands up and down the shafts.

"Oh fuck!" Caleb felt a warm splatter hit his back as he heard a groan from
behind.

"All over his cute, smooth back!"

"Aghhhh!" The next load came from the cock nestled between his cheeks. He
felt it dripping down his hole, running onto his upper thigh, and just as
Josh had said during their embrace, he found himself starting to enjoy it,
the feeling of the hot, wet cum being rubbed on his body actually turned
him on. Maybe he was a boy slut after all.

"Faster!" Caleb became more forceful with his hands, using his thumb to
caress the tips of both cocks. Almost simultaneously both boys unloaded
onto him, their juices landing all over Caleb's bare chest. The two boys
stepped away. Caleb was now covered in drying cum; he was naked on his
knees sucking on an older boys cock. The cage still preventing it, his dick
was trying harder than ever to stiffen and he felt himself starting to
enjoy it. Aaron pulled out and started jacking himself off.

"Open wide!" He arched his back and moaned, exploding onto Caleb's face,
jet after jet of sticky, hot boy juice sprayed into his mouth, on his eyes,
all down his cheeks. Caleb stared down at the floor. He'd gone from totally
aroused to ashamed in an instant, what had he become? Even Josh had come on
him.

"Bet you enjoyed that didn't you?" laughed one of the boys.

"Aren't you going to thank me?" boasted Aaron. "Well?"

Caleb knew what he had to say.

"Thank you," he replied submissively.

"That's fucking right, alright, let's get out of here." Aaron and the boys
started to leave.

"I've just gotta sort some of my stuff out here, I'll catch up with you in
a bit." Caleb looked up and was surprised to see Josh hanging back.

"Alright but you better get outta before Ivan and Sergey arrive," and with
that the boys left. For a moment the two boys just looked at each other in
silence.

"I'm really sorry you had to go through with that. I tried to persuade them
not to, but Aaron, he's just so forceful."

Josh knelt down on the floor beside Caleb.

"I'm sorry I came as well, I really didn't want to, but it was kinda hot
you jacking me off, you were really good,"

"Really?" asked Caleb curiously.

"Yeah! Your technique was great!" Josh ran his hand through Caleb's hair;
parts were stuck to his forehead, hardened from the sweat and cum. Was it
wrong that he felt good knowing he'd pleased Josh? The floor suddenly
creaked outside the room. The boys froze.

"What the hell is this? Both of you stand up now and face this way." Caleb
recognized Sergey's thick accent.

Both boys got to their feet; Caleb instinctively moved his hands to protect
his modesty, his stomach turned as he brushed against the humiliating cock
cage.

"Get your hands away from there, you've got nothing there to hide ... And
what is that? Huh? You're covered in cum you little slut."

There was silence.

"Is that your cum Josh?" Sergey questioned, the tone of his voice was so
cold.

"Y-yes Sir," Josh spoke up.

"Both of you come with me now." Sergey turned and exited the room. Caleb
was too scared to move, uncertain of what was going to happen he looked
down to his feet, they were dirty and discolored. He felt a hand on his
shoulder, reminding him that Josh was there too, and knowing this comforted
him slightly.

"Come on Caleb, it'll be okay, trust me," Josh smiled reassuringly;
together the boys started walking towards the door.

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