Date: Sun, 20 Apr 2003 22:19:16 +1000
From: michael hines <hines@pnc.com.au>
Subject: I let my slave sleep

This story has not caused any problems for anyone, as it is a part of my
imagination. Nothing written here occurred. If you have a problem with
teenage /man sex please leave. If this sort of thing is illegal in your
country then don't even bother to read this. You have been warned and I
take no responsibility for your problems. Leave now if you are under 18
years of age. I have no way of knowing whether you are younger. If you are
be careful because this work is not for you. Please email me if you have
some suggestions as to what should happen or tell me about this story. The
characters in this story are not practising safe sex and you should not
imitate their behaviour. Be safe and take care.


			   I let my slave sleep

We both smelt of cum and sweat. His face was covered in spunk and he
laboured his breathing as my cum gurgled slowly in his tight throat. His
lips were covered in sperm, slopping as he exhaled his slow, sleepy breath.

His body clung to me as he tried to relax from the pain that he had
endured. I had punished him and inflicted considerable hurt inside his butt
and over his body. My cock had worked his mouth and arse so hard. His
trembling body pushed hard against me as his mouth frothed. The tight,
battered arse hole that I had abused, now leaked my cum. It dribbled slowly
between his legs and matted my cock and balls. It spread under me, spilling
on the sheets. The smell of cum and arse juice from my tortured boy sent me
over the top. I let fly a huge burst of semen. I sprayed his slim arse
cheeks. The force of spunk spilled between them and leaked onto the already
spunky sheets. His slim body fell against me and I knew he loved the cummy
mess as he sighed deeply and urged me to work it into him.

I had a randy slave who loved being used, wrapped in my arms. The room
smelt of sex and his body, now coated with piss and cum. My slave needed
more, much more than just a good beating and a fuck from me. He needed
another cup from a Cricketer full of slime and juice. I knew where to get
the best juice for my boy.

My body pulled away from him, I rubbed his butt over the gooey mess and let
him sleep.

The local Surf Club was still engaged in a Competition. I reckoned that all
the men involved would have changed into swimmers, leaving their pants and
juicy undies in the change room.

I dressed quickly and left my slave, locked in the darkened room. His
breathing was even as sleep overtook his pain.

I raced my car to the clubhouse. I was bloody right. The men had
changed. Their gooey undies were wrapped in smelly trousers, dangling
across the change room seats. I stole all the undies I could find. My arms
were full of funky men's jocks. I smelt the maleness of sweat, piss and
some traces of cum. These guys had undies that had wrapped their arses and
balls all day; they were so nice and juicy. My slave will get these stolen
gems in his face.

I raced home and gazed at my slave boy. He was in a foetal position. His
breathing was steady and slow. I cuddled his body as I piled the filthy
undies over his lovely blonde fringe and clear face.

My slave's nasal machine started to come to life. He sniffed and licked the
filthy gear. My cock twitched as his moved. We were getting hot. I needed
to tie his body to stop him cumming. I was not about to let him cum just
from sniffing. He had to do lots more. My cock needed his mouth and I
wanted his arse. A good smack would stop him being bold, trying to shoot
when smelling the undies.

I smacked his tight arse-hole and tied him to the bed using the same ropes
as before, his mouth screamed as I tied his wrists. The dirty undies teased
his nose as his cock thickened. My slave's hands were tied; he couldn't
reach his pleasure tool. It stood hard and ready, leaking some goo. My hand
worked his arse as he was made to suck the juice of old men's spunky,
dirty, semi-white underpants.

I felt the agony of my tortured boy as he tried to guzzle the pants to his
mouth. His arse clamped my hand as it worked through his ring. He wanted
cock in him and wanted to be touched and hurt. Nothing happened. I held
back and made him plead. He croaked and screamed. He couldn't reach the
smelly, cummy pants as I pulled them away from his nose. My cock was hard
and leaking but he couldn't get it. I waved my thick weapon over his lips
and teased him. Each time he screamed for it, I fucked my fingers deeper
into his hot slimy hole.  My slave started to shake and quiver under me. He
was so frustrated.

I removed my greasy fingers and threw the pants onto the floor. My wanton
slave boy was in agony. His arse leaked as he wriggled trying to get some
attention and action. He fucken got action. I pulled my hand from his gooey
bum and made him suck his juice. Forcing his legs as high as the ropes
would let them move I slapped his arse buns. Each slap made his body twitch
and squirm as he endured the pain. Like clockwork, I continued to paddle
him. His buns were now bright red and his boy-passage continued to leak
spunky arse juice. It slopped over the sheet as I continued battering his
bum.

I had long before decided to give my slave an agonising time, using his
arse-hole for my perverted desires. He was tied to the bed and couldn't
escape. I needed to control him making him scream for mercy. I wanted to
own my slave, completely. A dog collar wrapped his neck and his naked body
was mine to use! My slave's slender frame shivered as I tightened the ropes
around him.

I had a huge baker's squeeze bag of cream next to the bed. I had increased
the nozzle to the size of a male cock topped by a 10-inch head. I could
squeeze the bag and make cream ooze from it.

Waving the bag at my boy, I lowered the big fucking head to his arse
ring. The nozzle was creamy and sloppy. A further slap opened his buns and
I fucked the bloody big cock head into him.

He screamed and yelled as it worked up his passage. It missed his gland,
just falling short of the place I knew he wanted me to fuck. I squeezed,
shooting cream into his slimy arse-hole. It creamed and creamed as I
squeezed and squeezed. The goo filled him like an enema. This was better as
the cream was like spunk, so much more than he was used to receiving. I
squeezed some more. His boy-cunt expanded and contracted as the whipped
juice worked its way deeper up him. I watched his stomach expand as the
rush of cream filled his lovely tight colon. My other punishment was a butt
plug to keep the cream in him until I let him shit it out. I removed the
cock head of the cream stuffer and replaced it with a 9-inch butt plug. It
slid quickly up his hot, tight arse, mashing into the cream.

My slave yelled and screamed even louder and longer. His body was so full
of cream and butt-plug.  I had to silence him. He jumped as I slapped him
hard making red stripes cover his greasy bum.

Holding the butt pug up him, I pissed over his face. He squealed as my piss
slopped over his fringe and streamed down his young face. My cock was so
hard and so full of spunk. I put it in his screaming mouth and fucked
him. His mouth sucked as his body took the abuse that I was giving. I was
in control of my slave. He couldn't move. His arse was mine to fill and
abuse. His throat was chocking with fat man-cock. His face and chest were
covered in hot urine. The ropes tied him, he couldn't move. This meant his
cock could do what it wanted without any help. It stood away from his body
as every thrust in his mouth or arse made it spasm. He was close to
cumming. No chance!!!

My abuse stopped. The butt plug stayed in his creamy arse and my cock
stopped moving in his mouth.  No more slapping, just my passive slave boy;
lying still.

I looked into my slave's eyes. They were transfixed. He was in a different
place. The pain in his arse, thrashed buns, and cummy, pissy juice adorning
his torso was too much. His body was stretched to its limit. Sweat mixed
with the sloppy juices I had distributed over and in his taut body. I
wondered whether he was still conscious, as he seemed so vague. My hand
slapped his body some more and I slipped my hot cock down his throat. He
took it all and hardly moved. I washed his tonsils with a good load of pre
cum. It dribbled unaided down his throat.

My slave was pained and hurt. The ropes stretched his body, and his lovely
face was matted with so much goo. I pushed a pillow under his butt forcing
his enlarged bum-hole up and easier to feel. He could see my cock enter him
whenever I wanted.  The ropes holding his legs drew tighter, opening his
cheeks even further. I could see his lovely sloppy rose bud, now very red
and leaking. My slave's hole was so inviting. I had hurt it so much. I
wanted more. Best thing to do was let him rest a bit before I abuse his
passage even harder and deeper than ever, I thought.

I left the room after securing his cock with a large piece of tape. His
hands and feet were tied to the bed and his stomach belched cream over the
pillow each time he took a new breath.

I wanted my slave to lie there and wait for me to rape him. He had to be
punished for his greedy behaviour with the old men's underpants. I knew he
wanted to taste spunk. He will get it soon I thought. Not just from me but
lots of guys I had waiting for his body. They were watching through the
doorway as I finalised my slave's bonds.

We went out to dinner leaving my slave in the darkened room wondering what
will happen. We had a great night planning how to use the boy I had tied to
the bed. These guys were big and strong. They wanted to get to my boy and
really abuse him.

We had some drinks and returned to bedroom ready to enjoy his body. He was
going to get raped. Maybe the cream would soften the attack? His eyes
opened very slowly and tried to focus.

My hand slapped his arse hole and fingered his boy-cunt. He woke to the
pain and squealed again. The underpants needed to be spread over his face
as we played with his juicy hole and handled his boy-meat.

The men I had with me had old smelly cocks. None of the guys had washed for
a while and their cocks stunk! Spermy spots hung in their skins and they
were so hard, looking at my slave. Each man, naked and ready, perved over
my boy's hole. They wanted to juice his tight butt quickly. Their hands
played with the hole they wanted to root. My boy's arse was suddenly filled
with old men's fingers.  I let them have my slave's arse.

 One guy immediately stuffed his cock up my slave. He was putrid. His dirty
cock worked hard into my boy. He yelled loudly as his cum splashed my boy's
arse from his shitty cock-head. He made my slave shriek. Another guy
entered the tight boy hole I was holding and spunked hard up him. I let
another one fuck my boy.

By now spunk and cream were pouring from my slave's boy-cunt. The cream
mixed with cum and his arse juice. What a turn-on for the guys! They held
their big dirty, smelly cocks, hard and ready to cream up him. They kept
raping and each old guy shoot cum into my slave's tight arse. My boy
screamed and yelled and pleaded for the old men to stop. This made them
hotter and they screwed harder. Each man trying to outdo the other. Cocks
fucked, my slave yelled, cum flowed. The spunk flowed out of my boy's arse
as fast as it was fucked into him. I watched him try so hard to keep it. He
couldn't, it juiced from his tight hole and spilled over the very soiled
sheets. The men got hotter and harder as they saw each others juice leak
out and cover the bed. My slave's body was slammed against the dirty slime
from his arse as the men kept raping. I held him tight as he got more cock.

All the guys fucked my slave and left. We were alone. My boy's body was so
used and fucked. He whimpered and cried as the effects of hot male cock in
his arse, hurt him. His tight hole was spilling cream, cum and arse
juice. He fucked it out onto the bed.

I pissed over him and let him try to take some in his mouth. It sprayed the
pillow. His cheek took a good juicing and he lay against the smelly, wet
pillow.

The room stunk of arse juice and cum. Now lots of piss accompanied this. My
boy was a filthy mess; he was covered in the sperm and piss that had
entered his body.

I left the smelly room making sure that my slave was ready for a good
smacking. He had leaked the juices and made the room stink.

My plan was to smack and fuck him. Then make him suck all the mess into his
throat!

I turned the light off and left my boy sliming in the goo, unable to touch
his cummy dick and tied so tight to the filthy bed. I heard his arse expel
the juices. That needed another good hiding. I left to prepare my tools of
pain for his young body. He could wonder what I would do to him!

I returned some three hours later. My slave was weeping quietly. His lovely
body was covered in the mess that had been slopped over him. I could smell
the nauseating slime that now coated his gangly body. He lay tied, covered
by some of the moon's rays. I used my torch to find the tape that covered
his dick. I tore it away from his body. It hurt and pulled hairs from his
soft furry bush. His mouth sputtered and expelled a loud scream. My fingers
touched his cock and after two rubs from me it exploded. He came and came
and came. It was so forceful. I couldn't believe how much cum his body
could spew.

I listened to his screams as his balls fucked so much through his young
dick. I knew then how much I loved my slave. He had been so good taking all
the pain that he had been given for the last 24 hours. His body jumped as
far as the ropes would let it. He screamed and panted and cried. His orgasm
had been so intense. I cut all the ties and dragged his body to the
shower. He sat on the floor, unable to stand. I soaped him and cleaned
every part of his abused body. He mumbled and groaned as his beaten arse
was cleaned.

We left the shower and I wrapped a huge towel around his tender torso. He
collapsed against me.  I dried my slave's body and placed him in my bed. He
hadn't eaten but wanted to sleep. I held his body in my arms and we both
slept. It was warm and quiet. My slave sighed and passed out. Tomorrow we
would enter new places I thought as I cuddled his abused body. His slender
chest matted with mine, as he trusted me to comfort him. I pulled my boy
closer, our groins joined and my hand cupped his young buns. Our faces were
close and his breath washed my neck. I drifted to sleep protecting my boy.
We both slept.