Date: Tue, 31 Dec 2002 22:57:44 +1100
From: michael hines <hines@pnc.com.au>
Subject: New Years Day with my slave boy

 This story is part of our imagination. It has some elements of truth as my
slave boy exists as I do. We started cyber sex early in 2002 and continued
through the year. I am in Australia my boy is in the UK. I wrote this as a
New Year's greeting for him but we both thought that maybe some readers of
our Hurt stories and Blonde Boy and Nathan may enjoy some of the raunchy
times we have enjoyed. If you are not 18 then leave this; it certainly is
not for you. I have no control of what you do, nor will I carry any
responsibility for your reading this story. If you read my work be careful
as it contains some heavy sexual behaviours that should never be copied in
this unsafe age.

Enjoy and have a wonderful New Year to all that have read our work and have
been so kind as to email me. I always pass the mail to my boy in the UK. He
loves your mail as much as I do. If you want to say more or share ideas
please email me. Would love your feedback. This story is hotter than most I
have written.

My thanks to Nifty for archiving my stories. I love the responses I have
had from you. This is a more complicated tale but I reckon you want to hear
what my slave boy really wants. Maybe the last paragraph says it all. I
hope so.



		     New Year's Day with my Slave Boy



The room smelt of sweaty, cummy, lovely raunchy boy.

His lengthy, slender body was tied to the bed. Arms outstretched and tied
to the headboard and feet bandaged to the bed end. My boy's butt was
astride three supporting pillows making his chute easy to reach and
wantonly open. A gooey dribble was seeping around his very red, bruised,
sloppy arse-lips. My randy slave had just been rooted stupid by several old
men and others had shot down his throat. I pushed my hand again up into
greasy hole and felt him strain to let more sludge run out. He panted and
gagged on the juice in his mouth as I fingered his gland. He couldn't touch
his erect cock. It oozed a bit as I fucked my digits up his arse-hole.

"Make me cum please master let me, I want to spray my boy juice. I have so
much to blow. Please let me spunk up, I am so full of cum. I want to shoot
it. " He pleaded again.

 This was a repeat of his pleas for the last two hours. Each time he was
almost there I had stopped him. He was so hot and wanted to blow. I had
other plans for my slave. He had me so hot for him. I pulled out of his
hole and slapped his already reddened buns. He had taken a good thrashing
when he screamed as the first dirty, spunky, shit pounder cock got near his
tube. The old guy swore and fucked it straight up; he took the whole 11
inches of fat uncut creamy old dick. It hurt him like crazy. My slave boy
took it and stopped yelling when I filled his mouth with some old dirty
undies I had soaked in spunk from his last endeavours.

 I had better plans for my slave.

"Going out for a while." I told him. "You can piss where you are but don't
even think about cumming. I will slap you hard if I see you have shot."

I had a wonderful idea for my boy. Throughout the last two days I had
watched the Cricket match, studying the English Batsman. One in particular
caught my fancy. He had been at the crease for 6 hours and, given the balmy
heat of an Aussie Summer, he must be very sweaty I thought. I knew where
the heat and sweat and smells would be best, in his protection box. The
gadget cupping his cock and balls. Bet it is ripe and juicy I thought.

I hid in the dressing room. My eyes darted out of their sockets as the
cricketer entered the change room doors. He was one horny young guy. Bet he
cums several times a day I imagined. His protector must have some traces in
it. Slowly he undressed and took his sweaty body to the shower. I saw the
box sitting on top of his dirty clothes. I stole it and ran from the shed.

I carefully inspected my package as I walked into the smelly bedroom. It
was darker now and more pungent. My slave was still and peering at me
through his long blonde fringe. He knew better than ask me what I had been
doing. I sniffed the slimy pouch. It was foul! Sweat and piss, and I
thought, maybe just the trace of sperm from the inside of his foreskin. I
attached a string to it and tied it to the light fitting just above my
slave's head. Lowering it carefully I managed to suspend the box just above
my boi's nose. I playfully pushed and watched it swing through the air
coming to rest at the same point.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!" My slave exploded. "Yeeeeeeeeees please. Oh shit,
yes master you are so good to me. The smells are so hot. A man's cock has
been locked in there I can tell. Can I suck that box sir?" My tortured
boy's tongue shot through his lips as he tried to lick the rancid
protector.

"Not yet slave. I've got other plans for you this afternoon. Your arse is
so full I am going to empty you a bit then use this in you." I lifted up my
new toy, a twelve-inch dildo that vibrated with three speeds. "It's what a
slave boy needs for some hours to keep him ready for more good
fucking. I've got more men lined up to use you tonight. Some are so bloody
big that even your hot guy's big cock will be put to shame. I told them not
to shower today and not to shoot any cum but they should find some boy's
arses to fuck so that they have plenty of shit in their skins

I'm going to clean your arse with my tongue and fuck it down your
throat. You can taste the juice you have stored up you. You told me you got
your mate's cum fucked into you yesterday night, well it should be right up
your teenage arse-hole, so I am going for that load."

My slave boy's nose was sniffing hard as the box flooded his head with the
pungent odours. His boy-hole puckered as I rubbed it. Shit there's enough
cum up here to fill a bucket I thought. My mouth descended over his greasy
crack, my tongue making a familiar trail up his loose passage. The juice
and sludge moved around and filled my mouth. I soon tasted his slop mixed
with lots of cum. I extracted as much as I could hold and moved to his
face. My boy was watching with an anxious look as I pushed the box away and
pushed my mouth hard down onto his. His lips opened as I flooded his lovely
mouth with the juice of his arse.

My cock needed to piss so I removed my mouth and replaced it with my still
shitty dick and pissed forcefully down his throat washing the goo into his
stomach.

"Suck it down slave boy. I want to feel your lips around the base of my
shaft. Suck me hard, make my cock grow in your throat. I want to feel you
gag as I get fully erect. You won't breathe until I get a good fat from
you." I told him.

He worked hard on my prick. I felt his muscles pull at it, sucking and
licking. More piss slipped out as I started to fuck my boy's mouth. His
tongue slid with me as I screwed him a bit.

My cum was chasing up my tube, so I pulled out quickly.

 Now for the vibrator, I knew my slave wanted to try this. Now his chance
had come. I felt him a bit, moving the goo around his slim crack-hole. My
vibrator was shaped like a cock with a fairly big knob. Bigger than any of
the men who had used my boy's butt today I thought. Carefully pulling back
his buns even further, I started pressing the huge head through his muscled
ring.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, master it's so big!" He exclaimed loudly. "I've got to
take it all?"

"Yea, I want to get all of this up you. Then I am going to start the
motor. You will have it in your arse for most of the afternoon." I
instructed him.

"Oh shit," he mumbled, "I want too, master, for you."

My fingers prodded the thick toy further. My slave's body started to sweat
and his crack farted more goo as I kept thrusting. It was half way in. I
tried the switch and made it vibrate slowly. This drove my boy mad. His
stomach jumped up as he felt the lining of his passage shudder. It was
easier to feed more into him as his body was reacting to the movement. I
had three-quarters of the monster up his tight arse. His breathing was
erratic as each surge of the prick excited him more.

"Oh master it's so big and so bouncy. My arse is on fire. I'm so full." He
panted. "You are so good to me, I want to be good for you."

"Going to get it all up now my slave. Feel that!" I yelled slamming the
last inches into him.

"Fuck yea, oh shit!!!" He screamed.

"Going to get the machine onto speed 3" I said moving the button. I felt it
really throb.

My boy's body shuddered and twisted as the full impact of the onslaught
took its effect. He was beyond speech, just guttural sounds scrambled from
his excited lips. His bum bounced and his legs throbbed. I wondered how
long my slave could take this treatment. I taped the monster to his crack
and stood back to watch.

 My boy's gland was being raped I reckoned as his stomach was awash with
fresh boy-juice and more seemed to leak each time the plastic cock
pulsated.

I felt his cummy stomach and rubbed it over his slender body. The box over
his nose needed more cum I thought his! I rubbed his rich boy cream over
the box and pushed it, making it swing over his face. The spunk dripped a
bit landing on his lips. The vibrator was working hard and his young cock
and balls seemed stretched to their limits.

My slave kept working his body. My cock was so hard as I watched him take
my torture. He needed to understand who was in control here I thought. A
boy of his beauty needs to be abused by men who want to fuck their dirty
cocks into his cavities and force their spunky unprotected dicks to blow
old man cum. I told him this as he quivered and shook with the force of my
toy stuck up his arse.

The box was still leaking his cum over his lips. I dropped the string and
let the whole thing ooze over his lips. He sucked it into his mouth. I
watched him use it like a big all day sucker.  I turned the control for the
vibrator to one letting his arse have some rest. His abused body heaved and
collapsed as he shat out lots of juicy arse slops.

My slave's cock was still full and leaking. I realised that the big dildo
was still churning his passage and forcing more lovely fresh boy cum up his
stem. I bent over to examine his nice penis and balls. The vibrator forced
his gland to deliver more through his young cock-head. It exploded covering
my face with another round of fresh, hot boy-spunk. I put my face against
his and made him slide his cheeks against mine, rubbing his boy-juice over
both of us.

I removed the dildo and the package from his arse and mouth and untied his
limbs. I pushed the three pillows onto the floor and collected my slave in
my arms. He was whimpering and large tears gathered around his beautiful
eyes.

I lay on the bed and gathered my wonderful boy into my arms letting his
abused body nestle into mine. He smelt of young-cum and his cock slowly
juiced more cream over me. I spooned his body to sleep loving his cummy
body against me. His regular breathing and complete trust made me so proud
of my wonderful slave. I feel asleep with my boy, holding his slender body
tightly against mine. My cock made a lazy drift across his perfect hole
choosing to snuggle against his slimy crack.  We slept.