Date: Thu, 23 Jun 2016 19:41:33 +0000 (UTC)
From: Wolf Pomo <pomowolf74@yahoo.com>
Subject: Controlling Donny (Gay/Adult Youth, oral anal, b/M)

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explicit sexual acts of boys and men discovering their
sexuality.  It contains graphic scenes of sex between
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                     Controlling Donny
                           By
                          Wolf

	During World War Two, so I was a War baby with all of
the things that went with it.  My parents got married because
it was the thing to do when a man gets a woman pregnant.
They had nothing in common, so they argued all of the time.
I hated to listen to them screaming at each other, so I
escaped to my room or took off for long periods of time.  I
was happy when they separated.

	One evening in 1954 when I was 12-yers-old, I headed
to the park and when it started raining I took refuge under
the pavilion and waited for it to stop raining.  While it was still
raining, a dark-green 1954 Mercury slowly approached, and
pulled up next to the pavilion.  He rolled down the driver's
window and asked me if he could give me a lift.

	I could tell by the week street lights that the man was
an older man.  He was wearing a business suit, and looked
like a professional, like a businessman or banker.  In those
days no one worried about being in danger, so I got in the car.
As he pulled away from the curb I noticed a magazine on the
front seat between us, and it had a naked woman on the
cover.

(It was a big deal back then when Marilyn Monroe's picture
was put on the cover of the first Playboy magazine.  The only
magazines with full frontal nudity were the black and white
nudist magazines.)

	He said, "You can go ahead and look at the magazine if
you like."  He also introduced himself to me as Mr. Smith, and
I told him than my name was Donald.

	I picked up the magazine and thumbed through the
pictures.  Looking at the pictures of naked men women and
children playing shuffleboard, volleyball and beauty contests
gave me a stiffy, just as Mr. Smith had anticipated.  It felt
good until my pants restricted my penis.  I was squirming
around on the seat trying to hide my boner.

	My mother worked until six, so I didn't have to be
home right away.  Since my father wasn't in the picture, I had
the whole day free.

	After a couple of blocks, Mr. Smith asked me where I
went to school and found out a lot about me.  He finally said,
"You know I have a whole box full of magazines at my home
and they're even better pictures in color of girls having sex
with each other.  I'll let you see them if you promise not to
tell anybody that I let you come to my home.

	Of course I agreed not to tell anyone.

	He asked me, "Would you mind bending over and
staying down there until I park the car?"

	I don't know why I did, but I knelt under the dashboard
while he drove the car until he parked the car in an alley.  He
got out of the car and opened a garage door before driving
the car in.  He got out and closed the door before he asked
me to get out of the car.  We went into the kitchen through
the connecting door to the garage.

	I had no idea where we were, but I trusted Mr. Smith.
He even fixed us a couple of cups of hot chocolate.

	He said, "You know when I was your age I played with
my penis all of the time.  It's perfectly normal.  If we are going
to be friends you have to be honest with me.  I want to ask
you some questions before I get the box of magazines.  That
is the condition before I let you see the magazines, so do you
agree?"

	I agreed with a simple, "Yes!"

	"Okay, let me hold your hands and look into your eyes,
so I can tell if you're telling me the truth!"  He took my hands
in his and gazed into my eyes.

	It was impossible for a boy my age to lie while looking
into the eyes of an adult.  He finally asked, "Do you play with
your penis?"

	"Yes sir." telling him the truth.  I did want to see the
magazines.

	"Good, that is completely normal for a boy your age.
When you become a man you will bind that all men play with
their cocks.  It's very important that you understand the
difference.  When I play with my cock white cream comes
squirting out.  That is the stuff that makes babies when we
fuck women's pussies."

	He had explained the facts of life in just a few chosen
words, although I had already heard them from older friends
at school.

	"I would like you to keep telling the truth, so are you
getting any cream coming out of your penis when you play
with it or is it just a watery liquid?"

	I was too embarrassed to respond, and looked down.

	"Tell me, I won't get mad, look at me"

	"When I play with it I get a few drops of a watery liquid
coming out is all."

	"Does it shoot out?"

	"Sometimes, but usually it just flows out the hole."

	"Does it feel good when it comes out?"

	"Yeas sir," as I squirmed uncomfortably because my
stiffy was being bent over by my tight jeans.  The
conversation and the magazine I had been looking at.

	"You're doing just fine son.  Now tell me if you have
played nasty games with your friends?  I did when I was your
age!  Tell me all about it!"

	I swallowed before saying, "Yes, I was at my friend's
house when nobody was there, and he showed me some
pictures of a woman sucking a man's cock while holding onto
the cock of another man."

	"Great!  Now tell me if you bum-fucked each other?
That's what my friend and I would do when I was your age."

	Once again I looked away, because embarrassment
made my face my face must have been bright red, but it was
impossible to lie, especially when he was holding my hands
and wouldn't let me answer the question until I looked him in
the eye.

	"Yes sir, he played with my penis until the liquid shot
out of the hole in my penis, then he used some floral smelling
palm-aide to lubricate his penis and stuck it in me.

	(Palm-aide was like Vaseline with a stiffener and
perfume added.  It was even sold in the same kind of jar as
Vaseline.)

	"So you never got to bum-fuck him?"

	"No sir, I had to get dressed and go home because his
mother was about to get home from work."

	"I bet you have thought about bum-fucking him a lot,
haven't you?"

	"Yes sir."

	When I answered the question he pulled me into his
arms and gave me a hug.  "You're doing great," then he
pushed me back and said, "All boys your age think about
bum-fucking.  It's completely normal!  Do you still want to
look at those magazines?"

	"Yes, please."

	"Okay, wait here while I get them."

	It was only a minute or two before he returned with a
big pasteboard box and sat it on the kitchen table.  I was
sitting down and couldn't see the inside of the box.

	"Here's a good one," as he pulled out a magazine.

	My mouth dropped when I saw the cover.  There was
an old man with his hand on a young girl's shoulder.  He was
wearing a suit but the girl was standing there naked!  Her
hairless pussy was fully visible.  WOW, did that make me
squirm.  The title on the cover was "Preteen Girls Satisfies an
Old Man."

	Mr. Smith turned the page for me, and the next picture
showed another girl lying on her back with her legs pulled up
and back competently exposing her little pink clamshell.
Standing next to her was another old man, who was pointing
at her pussy.

	"Go head and read the caption out loud, because I like
to hear someone saying nasty words."

	"Okay," as I coughed to clear my throat.  "Suzy is
terribly embarrassed, but she is being punished for being a
naughty girl.  Mr. Ross is her uncle, and she must obey him or
he will spank her.  A naughty child that doesn't obey a man or
a woman must be punished, and there are many ways to
punish a child.  One way is to strip a child...boy or girl, it
doesn't matter...and take pictures of sex organs or bum
hole."

	Apparently one of the old men was the photographer,
and they worked as a team embarrassing the child.
Throughout the magazine the word 'humiliate' was used a
lot.  He wanted to know if I knew what the word' humiliate'
meant.

	I didn't know what to say a little too long.

	"Come on answer the question if you want to look at
other magazines.  Be honest...don't be embarrassed to use
the words to describe their cocks, pussies, tits and assholes.  I
like hearing those words and other nasty words, so feel free
to say them."

	I stammered, "My penis is stiff as it has ever been. It is
making me very embarrassed."

	"That's right, Donny.  Do you think you'd be
embarrassed if a man like me were to pull off your pants and
look at your penis?"

	"Yes sir!"

	"That's good... it shows you are a good boy.  Now tell
me, do you have any hair on your crotch?"

	"I only have a few hairs down there."

	"Are your balls and bum-hole completely hairless?"

	"I think so, sir."

	"Good, he said with a satisfied smile, now let's look at
another magazine.  Okay?"

	"Okay!"  I was breathing hard.  My heart was pounding
in my chest.  I couldn't believe what I had seen and what Mr.
Smith had been asking me.  I was squirming around on the
chair.  My eyes almost popped out when I saw the next
magazine.  The title was 'Mastering Preteen boys.'  The
picture on the cover showed a boy my age with his mouth
wide open, and on a split was a cock and balls of a man.

	"Donny, do you want to find out what mastering is?"

	"Yes, sir, helplessly, and squirming in anticipation.

	I gasped as Mr. Smith turned the page there were
several pictures on the page.  They showed an old man
undressing a boy and playing with his penis until it was stiff.

	"Read the paragraph son."

	I read out loud, "Ah, Billy is being molested by Dr.
Moore.  All boys like being molested because it feels so good,
and the boy loved the feeling."

	"Do you think Billy likes what Dr. Moore is doing?"

	"Yes sir!"

	"Do you think you would like being molested Donny?"
turning the next page.  It showed Dr. Moore sitting naked on
a chair with Billy kneeling in front of him.  Dr. Moore's cock
was pointing at Billy's mouth.  The next picture showed the
cock in Billy's mouth.

	"Ah...ah, I don't know."

	"Go on, Donny be honest.  I won't be mad if you say
yes, in fact I like molesting boys.  So, answer the question."

	"Ah, ah, YES," trying to comprehend what I was looking
at.

	"Well that's the reason I actually picked you up.  I
wanted to molest you.  Do you want me to molest you?"

	I was frightened a little, but said, "YES."  It was hard to
think because my penis was so bleeding hard.

	"Okay stand up in front of me, son."
.
	When I stood up Mr. Smith put his hands on my head
gently pulling it down until my chin was on my chest.  "The
first thing I need to do is show you that you are submissive to
my will.  You head is bowed down to so that you're in a
submissive position.  I'm an old man, you're a boy, so who is
in control, Donny?"

	"You're sir." knowing that was what Mr. Smith wanted
to hear.

	"Good boy, now keep your head down and watch my
hands as I started to undress you."

	I swallowed as Mr. Smith had me step out of my pants.
Then he reached for my underpants and pulled them down.
My penis sprang up as the elastic of my underwear cleared
my penis.

	"That's a good looking penis." Mr. Smith said.  He
grasped my circumcised penis with his right hand.  My penis
was at least the size and length of Mr. Smith's index finger.
Mr. Smith began to masturbate me.  "Do you like that?"

	"Yeas sir," I said, but I was squirming around on the
chair.

	"It makes you feel helpless, doesn't it?"

	"Yes sir, my knees are weak."

	"And you can't think about anything else but what my
hand is doing."

	"That is all I'm thinking about!"

	After a few minutes he stopped and asked, "Do you
want to try doing what Billy did to Mr. Moore?"

	"Okay" I said while short of breath.

	"Go ahead and kneel down in front of me."  With that
he stood up and took off his pants and boxer shorts.

	Mr. Smith's pee hole was completely open, as I stared
at the cock head.  It looked so big and strange looking.  I had
never seen a man's cock before.  It was soft and hard.

	"Okay, Donny, tell me what I want you to do!"

	I looked up at him and said, "I want to put it in my
mouth like Billy did to Mr. Moore in the magazine."

	"That's right, your job is to take as much into your
mouth as possible, and suck on it until I reward you with my
white cum.  Now go ahead and do it!

	He sat back down and held up his stiff cock with his
right hand.  I took hold of it and looked at the big mushroom
head before putting it in my mouth.

	He said, "I want to see your eyes while you do it!"

	Doing as I was told I put it in my mouth, while looking
up at his face.  His cockhead was getting redder and redder,
and the pee hole was open.  I don't know how long I sucked
on his cock, but suddenly he grabbed my head and pulled it
down even harder driving his cock deep into my mouth.
Suddenly his cock throbbed, one two and three squirts of
cum filled my mouth.

	I was lucky that Mr. Smith wasn't cruel, but he did
spank my round butt.  It smarted and stung long after the
spanking.  It made me cry, but then he hugged me while he
pulled on my penis.  He took me into his bedroom, and we
showered together.  He was squeaky clean.

	I didn't know where to find child porn and I was
addicted to it after seeing his collection.  That was why I kept
visiting Mr. Smith.  And I loved the feelings he brought out in
me when we played with each other's penises.

	He was into being the authority.  I had to address my
appendage as a penis and his as a cock.  No questions asked.
I was always Donny, it was a control thing.  If I didn't obey
him I was punished, and it always ended with me sucking his
cock or having objects stuffed up my ass.  I didn't object to
the punishment because I enjoyed the sex.  His authoritarian
voice was enough to make me surrender to his desire.  My
voice was a couple of years away from changing.  I envied the
fact he had a big cock while mine was the size of his index
finger, and that he had pubic hair down there, when I was
almost bald down there.  I didn't know at the time that his
cock was a little smaller than average.

	The sight of it made me weak in the knees.  I remember
lying naked on his study coffee table on my back.  I had a
bunch of pillows under my head so I could look at what was
going on.  Upon his orders I would pull my legs back as he
knelt right at butt level.

	"Look at this," he would say and push his cock up,
touching my scrotum.  he didn't have a big cock, but as his
came up alongside of mine, it made mine look pathetic.

	There was no question about who was in charge.  He
would wrap jis hand around our cocks and masturbate the
two of us at the same time.

	"Look at my cock, especially the head," I did of course
and he asked, "Where do you think my cock wants to go?"

	"I don't know," but I knew where he wanted to put it.

	"Don't lie to me, you know, and I want to hear it!"

	"Ah...up my ass," I finally said.

	I had already had three enemas.  He was really into
dominating me by cleaning out my colon.  Now he greased up
my asshole and his cock.

	I pleaded, "No, please don't!" as he positioned his cock
head at the opening of my asshole.  I lay there holding the
backs of my legs, because I didn't dare move my legs,
because he was in charge.  Also, my penis was rock hard.

	"Don't what?" he demanded as he began pushing the
head against the opening.

	"Please don't fuck me!" I pleaded.  "Oh, ohooo," I
moaned as my sphincter began to open and the head entered
my colon.  "Ah, ah, ah," I went on as it slipped inside my
rectum.

	He leaned forward as the shaft disappeared and his
hips pressed against my round butt.  I tried to push him away,
and his cock slipped out, but he stuffed it back in in no time.

	The pain had been intense, but as he loosened me up I
began to enjoy it after about ten minutes he paused.

	"Now I want to finish breeding you boy!"  He started
thrusting faster until he suddenly stopped moving.  I knew he
was squirting the white stuff in my bowls.

	"Oh, oh, no, no," I said while he was finishing fucking
my rectum.  I had never felt so full and helpless before.  I
knew I was his toy, and the word bread rang in my ears, if
only it was possible to give him a child.



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