GARETH

BY BOYTRASHER

Gareth was, not surprisingly, about ten minutes early. He wheeled
his bicycle up my long driveway, and I followed his progress
through the upstairs windows as he pushed it round to the back of
the house, as instructed.

During the week, I had caught the lad with some pretty hard-core
master slave and spanking type pornographic magazines. Needless
to say, when faced with the prospect of exposure for possessing
such magazines, Gareth had enthusiastically, and rather
breathlessly, agreed to a weekend of kinky punishment in my home.
The only real difference between the subject matter of the
magazines, and our games this weekend would be the age difference
between master and slave. I, the master of course, was nearly
forty and head of the local boys' prep school, and my slave,
Gareth, was one of my grade six pupils, at the tender age of
eleven!

Gareth propped his bike up under the shelter of my back yard
gazebo, and, without hesitation or the slightest sign of
self-consciousness, began undressing. I watched, my mouth dry
with anticipation, as the pretty blond preteen stripped off,
knowing that his slender young body would shortly be all mine.

I should have picked up the signs more than two years ago.
Whenever faced with the prospect of a caning in my office, the
little boy had accepted his hiding more than stoically –
enthusiastically, actually. Although he cried and squirmed as any
normal small boy would as my cane whipped across his little
shorts clad bottom, there was always the faint hint of a
satisfied grin when his punishment had been inflicted. That was
another thing. The shorts. On almost every occasion, and for
Gareth there were many, the child had asked,

"Should I take down my shorts and undies, sir?"

Or,

"Dont you think I deserve this hiding on my bare bottom, sir?"

On one memorable occasion, when I was certain that the boy, then
just ten, had owned up for something that he didn't do, I had
ordered him to bend over the back of the chair, then turned
around to collect a cane out of the cabinet. When I turned back,
flexing the stick menacingly, the lad already had his shorts
around his ankles and his underpants halfway down his thighs!
Regretfully, especially as I glimpsed the white little bum
cheeks, I had made the child pull his underpants and shorts back
up. I knew the regulations, and would not risk my career over a
few seconds of blissfully whipping a ten year old's bare bottom
in my office.

I was delighted when I caught the boy sitting quietly in an empty
classroom, paging through his collection of very erotic
magazines. One hand turned the pages, the other slowly played
with the little cock sticking out of the fly of his school
shorts. Imagine my delight when I investigated the literature,
before a very embarrassed and worried youngster, and found the
gay S&M content! I was even more thrilled to find, among the
collection, a magazine full of pictures of a man involved in
every conceivable sexual act with a group of little boys – about
Gareth's age!

The child had been very upset by my discovery. I had made him
stand before me as I lectured him. To his complete dismay, I
hadn't even allowed him the dignity of doing up his fly, and his
cock, rather shriveled, had almost managed to creep back into his
shorts. But the tip still pocked out – pink against his blue
school shorts. As I turned the subject of my lecture to
punishment, and how severely I thought he needed to be caned, I
was not surprised to see that little penis start to grow and
extend out of the fly once again. I had gestured to the
magazines, spread out on the desk,

"How would you like it if someone did those things to you?" I had
snarled, supposing that I would make the boy feel a little guilty
about his fetish, especially the child pornography element.

Gareth had looked up briefly, his blue eyes making contact with
mine, and then he dropped his head again,

"I'd love it, sir, and it's just what I deserve."

And that was how I came to having the most attractive eleven year
old in my school taking his clothes off in my back yard. His
parents had fallen easily for his story of going off for the
weekend with a friend. They hadnt even asked him his friends
name! He knew that I would cause him pain, and give him his first
ever fucking. But he trusted me, and I would ensure that I didn't
go too far with him. He had, however, made it clear that he
wanted to be caned severely, and fucked hard and often! I would
be only too happy to comply with the little boys wishes!

When Gareth got to his underpants, he paused. Gripping the
waistband he had looked around nervously then slipped the thin
garment down to his ankles and off, neatly placing it on the pile
of clothing that he had stacked under his bicycle. My
instructions had been clear. Under no circumstances was Gareth
allowed to have any clothing on, or even with him, in my house.
Naked now, the slender preteen had crossed to the door of the
house and entered. A slightly sadistic pedophiles dreams – a
beautiful, stark naked and willing eleven-year-old boy in my
house, and all mine to play with!

I let the boy wait for about ten minutes, restraining the urge to
bolt downstairs myself, so excited was I. But I wanted to build
up the right atmosphere with Gareth, and having him wait for me
would increase his nervousness.

Dressed in just boxer shorts and a t-shirt, I clomped down the
stairs after the time was up, making sure that the boy would be
able to hear my progress. I am a big man, well muscled from my
rugby playing days, and I was aware that even Gareth, the little
masochist, was slightly intimidated by my size.

The child had followed his orders perfectly. As instructed, he
was kneeling in the middle of the sitting room, legs spread wide,
forehead pressed to the carpet, bottom pushed well up. Although
the eleven year old was very fair skinned, he had obviously had
some sun recently, and there was a definite "Speedo" tan, making
his bottom almost glow in comparison with the rest of his body.
He looked so small and vulnerable, naked in his submissive pose
on the floor, and I felt my cock straining against my shorts at
the sight of the little lad.

I walked around my young slave slowly, without saying a word. The
only sound in the room was Gareth's heavy breathing. Clearly, he
was as excited as I was. Stopping behind him, I gently lifted a
foot and pressed it between the boys spread legs, running my big
toe firmly against his lewdly displayed little bum hole. Then,
with the top of my toes, I investigated the lads privates,
enjoying the feel of his hard little cock and soft scrotum. I
played with his penis for a few seconds, gripping it between my
toes, listening to the child's increasingly heavy breathing. Then
I let it go, lowered my foot and stepped back. Careful to keep
the power behind my action moderate, I delivered a swift kick
between the preteen's legs. Gareth gasped with the unexpected
pain, but retained his position, proving once again his
acceptance of my complete domination. This would be a terrific
weekend.

"Get up and turn around, boy," I ordered, and as the boy quickly
got to his feet, "hands on head."

Gareth was a small boy for his age, but his nudity made him
appear even more slim and vulnerable. His prick stuck out
straight from his smooth groin, reflecting his excitement. I went
and perched on the edge of an armchair, then directed the
eleven-year-old, hands still on head, to stand before me, between
my knees. Starting at his chest, I ran my hands all over the
child's body. He had very little fat, and his skin felt warm and
soft to the touch, belying the well-developed muscle structure
that the boy had. He was a good gymnast, and it showed. I spent a
lot of time on his strong young legs, but not nearly as much as I
spent carefully, gently fondling his little marbles in their
soft, warm sack. I rubbed his excited penis gently, nearly
bringing the lad to orgasm, and then squeezing his balls firmly
to stop him reaching that particular pleasure before I was ready
to allow him to.

"Turn around and bend over," was my next command, and Gareth
enthusiastically obeyed.

He didn't need to be told to grab his ankles, spread his legs and
keep his knees straight. Taking a good grip on his buttocks with
my hands, I carefully pried his small bottom cheeks as far apart
as I could with my thumbs, then leant forward to examine the
preteens tiny little pink rosebud. Unable to resist, I licked my
tongue slowly up his warm crack, circling his hole, before
flicking it gently. Gareth had obviously washed himself
thoroughly, just as I had told him to – he tasted faintly of
soap, with a hint of indefinable young boy flavor. The horny
little boy gasped at this new and unexpected pleasure, and
instinctively pushed his bottom back towards me. I licked the
sweet tight asshole, relishing the boy's arousal. Slowly, I
inserted just the tip of my tongue into his hole, and Gareth's
whole body trembled with pleasure.

I didn't let it get further, withdrawing my tongue, and sitting
back and admiring the rear view of the tightly bent little boy
before me. It was time to pinken that white, tender young bottom.

"Get over my knees, lad," I grumbled, "its time you had a good
old fashioned spanking,"

Gareth didn't waste any time. He quickly stood up, turned around
and bent himself over my knees – hands on the floor, head pushed
down, and bottom raised for punishment. I couldnt resist running
my hand gently down his back, from just below his blond hairline,
along his arched spine and over the swell of his small,
unblemished buttocks. Beautiful. Then I concentrated on his
backside. This is without doubt the best part of any preteen boy,
and I thoroughly enjoyed rubbing and squeezing the eleven year
old's pale little cheeks. His bottom felt almost impossibly soft,
while at the same time being strong and resilient.

I raised my hand and smacked it down onto Gareth's bottom, hard.
Alternating between the cheeks of his tender rear end, I firmly
spanked the boy, enjoying his writhing as heat on his backside
quickly built up – to distinctly painful levels. Gareth kept his
hands on the carpet throughout, even as his head and body bounced
with each smack. To keep him still, I reached around his slender
waist with my other hands and firmly gripped the lad's cock and
balls, easily holding his whole package in my fist, and noting
that the boy was still solidly erect.

After a few minutes of slow, solid spanking, Gareth's bottom was
bright red, and I could hear the unmistakable sound of the boy
crying. I stopped spanking, and resumed rubbing his now very warm
young bottom, noting how I could actually feel the heat of his
red rump through my palm.

"Get up."

The preteen pushed himself off my knees, stood, and his hands
flew to his sore bottom.

"Hands on head!" I would have none of this bottom rubbing
nonsense, "Then turn around to face me!"

Gareth obeyed quickly, hands firmly placed on his blond head, and
I was pleased to note not only very real tears running down the
eleven year old's face, but his erection was, if it is possible,
even more pronounced than it had been since his arrival in my
sitting room. An erection like that just couldn't be ignored. It
jutted straight out from the boy's hairless, white groin, the
circumcised head purple under the pressure of Gareths excitement.

I took hold of the boy's hips and drew him toward me, at the same
time leaning forward and gently taking his rigid prick between my
lips. Gareth moaned as I carefully ran my tongue up and down his
thin, childish shaft, while softly sucking. It wasn't long before
the eleven year old's panting became more frantic. With my thumb
and forefinger, I reached between his legs, and, as he climaxed,
gently pulled on his balls, extending his orgasm, and making the
whole experience an amazing one for the little boy. He pumped his
groin against my face as wave after wave of pleasure hit him –
but of course was too young to squirt anything into my mouth.

When the lad had recovered, I sent him off to stand in the corner
of the room, hands still on head, of course, and quickly took off
my own shirt and shorts. At last, freedom for my straining
erection. Sitting back in the armchair, naked now, I was able to
once again admire the view of my preteen sex slave. What a sight.
The white little body with a bright pink well spanked bottom.

"Come here, Gareth,"

Gareth, his eyes still wet from the crying that he had been doing
over his spanking, turned and headed back across the room to me.
He gasped softly as he caught sight of my eight-inch cock, poking
up from my hairy groin, and his gaze never left it as he came to
stand before me, hands still on head, once again sporting a
healthy erection of his own.

"Like it?" I enquired, stroking my throbbing cock. Pre-cum was
starting to leak out of the slit.

All Gareth could do was dumbly nod his head.

"Looking forward to having it up your bottom, boy?"

"Oh yes, sir – but won't it hurt? Its so big!"

My cock is not particularly large, but I suppose to an eleven
year old, it must have appeared huge. Especially as he envisioned
it forcing its way up his tight little arsehole.

"Yes, it will hurt," I agreed, "but I'll prepare you for it, and
it is what you want, isn't it?"

"Please, sir, deep up my bum, sir!" the child nodded vigorously,
"Can you fuck me now sir?"

Gareth really was a horny little lad, I thought.

"There will be plenty of time for that later – and I think I'll
also give you a damn good thrashing with my cane for being so
forward. Six of the best, I think. Slave boys only get fucked
when their masters are ready to fuck them!"

Gareth dropped his head, although I noticed that at the mention
of the cane, the child's penis jerked slightly. He loved getting
caned – that much was obvious. Even although the tears were
copious, this little boy thoroughly enjoyed getting his tender
backside whipped.

My own leaking cock was throbbing almost unbearably, something
that Gareth must have been unable to miss. I looked down at it,
noting that the pre-cum was slowly running down my shaft and into
my groin, as well as starting to wet my balls.

"All this talk of fucking you and thrashing you has made me so
horny, boy. Look at the mess!" I gestured to my crotch, "Clean me
up at once!"

Gareth looked around him, slightly confused,

"Shall I get a cloth from the bathroom sir?"

"What? A cloth? You wicked child. Thats just earned you another
three stripes from my cane! Slave boys service and clean their
masters' dicks with their mouths. Now get on with it!"

Battling to suppress a smile of delight, Gareth dropped to his
knees. As his head moved toward my crotch, I grasped a handful of
fine blond hair, twisting it so that the child looked up at me,
licking his rosy lips – his blue eyes lustful at the prospect at
getting to taste my dick.

"After the clean up I want a blow job, boy – ten times better
than the one I was kind enough to give you, understand?" Gareth
nodded his head as much as he could, given the restraint of my
grip on his hair, "And make sure that you swallow everything!"

I spread my legs, leant back, and let Gareth get to work. His
warm, wet tongue started with my balls, and then slowly worked up
into my hairy crotch as the preteen followed my orders,
diligently lapping up the sticky clear liquid that was oozing
down my shaft. With long, slow licks up my shaft, the preteen did
his task, and it didn't take the boy long to get to my cock head.
With great ceremony, Gareth pursed his lips and gently,
reverently, barely touching me, kissed the top of my cock. The
final display to me from the boy that he understood his role in
my home. He licked the liquid straight off the slit, then, after
waiting for more to appear, he licked it again. The boy must have
known that the light caress of his tongue on this incredibly
sensitive part of my dick was driving me wild with pleasure. He
did it a couple more times, then, after looking up at me and
grinning, he opened his mouth wide, and took in as much of my
cock as he could. Not very much of course, but he was doing his
best.

Nothing can prepare a man for having his cock sucked by a little
boy. Just the sight of that pretty face, framed by its blond
hair, happily struggling to get as much of my thick penis into
his mouth nearly caused me to explode then and there. It was
perhaps his obvious enthusiasm that was the most delightful part
of the whole experience.

Gareth had obviously read up on how to give a man a truly
wonderful blowjob. The lad had studied the magazines
enthusiastically, and he put what he had learnt to excellent
practice. My dreams of having my cock in a boy's mouth were
nothing compared to the reality of his soft lips wrapped around
my rigid pole, and the light but firm suction that he was
creating, along with the constant work that his tongue was doing
as he sensually bobbed his head up and down. Several times he let
my cock pop out of his mouth so that he could run his tongue up
and down the entire length of my shaft – bringing me close to
orgasm more than once, and controlling me like a pro. The child
was truly a master of his new craft.

When I came, he was ready, and seemed to increase his sucking as
he sensed my orgasm approaching. I exploded into his mouth –
never before had I cum so hard. I literally saw stars as my body
was wracked with pleasure. I felt as if I was pumping liters of
cum as the preteen did his best to swallow as fast as I came.

Amazingly, Gareth did manage to swallow it all. When I finally
came to the end of my magnificent orgasm, the little boy was
licking the last of my cum off his lips, grinning. Without being
told, he put his head back down, and gently licked my still semi
erect, sensitive cock clean.

"Not bad, Gareth," I acknowledged, after getting my breath back
from what must have been one of the most amazing, erotic
experiences a mans cock can have from the soft mouth of small
boy, "but dont think thats going to get you off you caning."

"Yes sir," the boy nodded enthusiastically, "I certainly deserve
a good hiding – if I'm to learn how to serve my master
correctly."

I was pleased that the eleven-year-old lad was more enthusiastic
than ever to continue with the fun. I stood, leant forward and
with two fingers took a firm grip on the boy's rigid little
penis. Without another word, I led the youngster by his cock out
the sitting room, up the stairs and straight into my bedroom.

"Did you clean yourself out like I told you to?" I asked during
our short trip.

"Yes sir," was the enthusiastic reply, "I gave myself an enema. I
like doing that!"

Although a little surprised, I choose not to reply.

I led the little boy to my bed, then, leaving him standing at the
edge of it, I let go of his penis and let him stare with a
mixture of fear and lust at the cane that I had left on the
duvet. It was a pretty ordinary cane, fairly thin, yellowish in
color, about the length of my arm, curved handle. A typical
junior cane. Perfect for the thrashing of little boys' bottoms.
Gareth couldn't drag his eyes away from it. He, like others, had
been caned frequently enough at school. But they were usually
already bent over, bottoms raised for punishment, by the time I
had removed the stick from its cabinet. All they got to see was
the wicked stick out of the corner of their eyes. Now Gareth
could actually get a good, long look at the feared implement.

"It's a brand new one, boy," I informed him, standing behind him,
and enjoying the sight of him involuntarily clenching his tender
little bum cheeks at my words and the sight of the stick. I
reached my hands down, grasping a small buttock in each,
squeezing and rubbing the soft mounds gently, "brought specially
to whip this lovely little bottom, and only this bottom, long and
hard."

"Thank you, sir," Gareth breathed, bending forward slightly to
accommodate my fingers, kneading his cheeks – I knew that he was
longing to feel the stick biting across his naked buttocks for
the first time, while also dreading the experience.

Without being told, he spread his legs slightly, and I reached
around them with one hand, gently squeezed his little balls,
while I easily rubbed his small bottom with just one large hand.

"Kneel on the bed," Gareth followed the command a little
uncertainly, then looked back at me over his shoulder.

"On all fours, and spread your legs" I elaborated, and he dropped
down, once again looking over his shoulder at me.

He was beginning to get the idea, and grinned nervously at me
while wiggling his upraised little backside. I picked up the
cane, flexed it threateningly, and then swished it through the
air. Gareth was no longer grinning. In fact, the little boy had a
decidedly worried look on his face – his big blue eyes looked
back at me, almost already tear-filled.

"This is going to hurt my bottom a lot, isn't it, sir?" The
eleven year olds voice was trembly.

"Oh yes, my boy," it was too late for him to back out now, "but
its what you want and deserve."

"Yes sir, I deserve a thrashing, sir." I was pleased that he
didn't ask for mercy. In fact, on reaching between his legs, I
gripped a still iron hard pencil thin penis.

"Put your face into the bed clothes,"

Gareth pressed his face down, raising his tender bottom to my
mercies once again. What a sight. A gorgeous, naked blond preteen
on his knees, bum up, on my bed, ready for a sound hiding – a
hiding that he actually wants! A fantasy that is only exceeded by
having a little boy in the same position for a fucking. And I
would be having that shortly too!

I traced the tip of the cane gently across the lad's cheeks,
then, standing directly behind the boy, I pushed the end of the
stick against his exposed little hole. Too soft to force
penetration, but enough just to be uncomfortable for the child.
Gareth groaned. I withdrew the cane, reversed it, and slipped it
between his legs. Catching his solid cock with the crooked
handle, I pulled back, bringing the pink member backwards, until
it flicked free of the handle and slapped back against his belly.

Reassuming my position for caning the preteen, I again traced the
cane across my upraised, pale target. It was time to start the
hiding.

Using all the technique that I had developed over the years of
beating shorts clad bottoms, I administered my first ever lash to
a naked boy. The cane whipped across Gareth's bare bottom, just
below halfway down the pushed up little cheeks, with an
incredibly satisfying high-pitched crack. Gareth's reaction to
his first ever bare bottomed stroke of the cane was equally
satisfying. I had not held back when I caned him – hitting him
just as hard as I would have in the formal school setting. His
body plunged and he squealed with the unexpected level of pain.
But, amazingly, he kept down! I had expected the eleven year old
to leap up after the first stroke. But he kept his face pushed
into the bed, and raised his vulnerable little bottom up for
another stroke.

I made him wait for the next, though. And when I administered the
cane to my naked preteen target, I did so just as hard, laying
the lash skillfully, and hard, just below the first stripe.
Gareth's reaction was the same, if not a little more pronounced.
He wiggled his body for a few seconds, and then settled, raising
his backside once again.

For the third time, I caned the lad, and this time he actually
lifted his knees off the bed slightly as the stick bit deep into
his tender young tail.

At school, three was the most I had ever given the boy, over his
shorts and undies of course, so the preteen was already into
unchartered territory of bottom pain. But the child slowly raised
up his burning bottom again for my cane, sobbing with the agony
of his thrashing, but ready for more.

The cane slashed across the eleven year old's naked hindquarters
again, then again for the fifth time, and Gareth was howling with
each vigorous stroke. I had had many bare bottom hidings as a
little boy myself, but never as sound as the one I was giving
this child. But, although he was squirming between lashes now and
his toes were curled, he never once asked me to stop, or reduce
the severity of the whipping. By the time I laid the sixth stroke
across the lad's battered little bum, I could see that he was
actually forcing his face into the bed, and gripping the
bedclothes so hard that his knuckles were white – he was
determined to endure this hiding.

"Three to go, boy," I reminded him, caressing his scrotum with
the rounded, blunt tip of the cane, "Im enjoying myself, are
you?"

"It's much worse than I expected!" Gareth sobbed, "But I've been
a naughty boy, and I deserve every last lash!"

This was fantastic. The eleven year old was truly suffering, but
at the same time loving it! Who would have thought that a little
boy his age would actually love having his bare young bottom
whipped this severely?

"Get your bottom right up, now!"

Gareth obeyed slowly, pressing his head further down, and raising
his stripped behind up as high as he could, as I pushed the cane
up between his legs to encourage him.

I lashed the preteen just above his legs, deep into that
sensitive; sit down area of his poor bottom, getting a wail from
the child as he rose up once again off his knees with my follow
through. Again, I whipped him, in the same spot, and I could
sense that Gareth was now really struggling to keep his
compromising position. For the third time, I whipped him in that
particularly sensitive part of his little tail, and this time the
child actually screamed. But, amazingly, he kept in position,
even although he must have known that his hiding was finally
over.

I left the boy as he was, sobbing on his knees, and I bet wishing
that I would allow him to rub his blazing little bottom. Stepping
back, I admired my handiwork. Gareth bottom was certainly well
whipped. The first six stripes could clearly be seen as they
crossed evenly down his cheeks, working their way down the lower
half of his buttocks. At the bottom, just above where the bum
meets the legs, was a particularly nasty welt – where I had laid
the final three scorching lashes of the child's hiding. The marks
would turn to bruises, which would fade quickly, but that lowest
welt would still be evident for weeks. At least Gareth was smart
enough not to let anyone but me ever see his bare bottom.

I crossed over to a dresser and removed from the drawer a tube of
anti- inflammatory cream, a much larger jar of KY jelly, and a
dildo – about six inches long, shaped like a man's cock. Crossing
back to the kneeling preteen, I gently rubbed the cream into his
sore bottom. This would help him recover quickly, as well as
lessening the healing time for the bruising.

It didn't take Gareth long to calm down, and soon he was pushing
his little bum up for my attentions. I, of course, was really
enjoying the sensation of rubbing his very hot young bottom, but
it was time for some more real action,

"Shuffle forward, boy," I commanded, and Gareth obeyed, leaving
me room to climb onto the bed behind him.

I put the cream down and picked up the tube of lube. Scooping a
large dollop with my fingers, I carefully started coating the hot
area between the lad's cheeks with the clear gel. I concentrated
on the whole area, even spending time playing with the boy's hard
little cock and tiny balls, before focusing my attention on my
ultimate reward. His boy pussy. Placing my still lube-coated
finger at his hole, I pushed firmly, and spoke softly,

"Relax, boy, let your master's finger in. Push out like you're
going to shit."

Gareth obeyed immediately, and the tip of my finger slipped into
him, the rest smoothly following. The boy whimpered slightly at
the invasion. This was the point where Gareth would show if this
was what he really wanted. Everything else we had done was great,
but would the boy loose his nerve when penetrated, and the
reality of what was about to happen to him set in? Despite being
hornier than I could ever remember being, I was prepared to stop
now if the pretty little lad asked me to. So I paused, but soon
the eleven year old whispered,

"Deeper, please sir!" And pushed his arse up even further for me.

I slipped my finger in his hole right up to the knuckle. He was
wonderfully firm against me, his body heat pulsing against my
digit, as I slowly finger fucked the groaning child. What a
scene. In my own bedroom, on my bed, naked with a kneeling,
beautiful preteen boy, my finger deep up his well thrashed little
bottom. Heaven.

I carefully stretched the boy's tight pussy, eventually getting a
second finger in, also to the knuckle. I knew that Gareth found
it uncomfortable, so I moved slowly, letting the boy get used to
having his hole worked on. It took a while, but eventually I
judged him ready. Besides, I was desperate to get my own
throbbing cock up that little hole.

I got off the bed, walked around to the other side, and got up
onto my knees in front of the boy, who still had his face pushed
into the duvet. He had already learnt that he could only move on
my command, and I hadn't given him permission to lift his head.

"Wet my cock nicely with your mouth, boy," I ordered, and Gareth
lifted his face.

His cheeks were still red and wet from the crying that he had
been doing while I was mercilessly whipping his little bottom
with my cane, but he enthusiastically tongued my shaft, soaking
it. He was a bright little lad, and had worked out that the
wetter he made me, the easier the access into his pussy would be.
I let him continue, enjoying, for the second time, the feel of
the eleven year old's tongue on my cock. This time, because I had
already had a blowjob, I wasn't so close to my climax.

I pulled away from the child's mouth, and crossed behind him.
Kneeling on the bed, I straddled the boy's own widespread legs,
and prepared to fuck my first boy. Gareth was understandably
nervous, but excited, as I took hold of his slim hips, and he
shuddered as he felt the tip of my rock hard dick touch his
pussy. I slowly increased the pressure against his hole until the
little boy's sphincter could no longer keep me out, and my cock
head eased up his bottom, causing the preteen to cry out at the
sharp pain of the invasion.

I stopped, giving him a few moments to get used to the head of my
cock stretching his anus, then, slowly but steadily, I continued
pushing my meat into the youngster's hole. Gareth whimpered a
little as my rigid pole invaded his tight ass, but for me the
feeling was fabulous. His pussy was hot and tight, pulsating
against my hard cock, driving me on with waves of pure pleasure.

Again, I was grateful that the boy had given me a blowjob –
otherwise I would have cum there and then. Despite his
discomfort, the horny eleven-year-old continued to push his bum
up for me, even slightly widening his knees to accommodate me
fully. I let go of his slim hips, and grasped his shoulders,
leaning over the child as, at last, my cock could go no further.
At last. I was balls deep in the arse of a gorgeous preteen boy.
This was what dreams were made of.

We stayed still for several minutes, me trying to come to terms
with the amazing sensations that I was feeling, my cock throbbing
in Gareth's tight hole. Gareth getting used to my dick firmly in
place. Eventually, the boy gasped,

"Please sir, fuck me now. Don't just hold still. Go up and down.
Please!"

Slowly, I withdrew – then just as slowly pushed my cock back down
the boy's chute. Again, then again, picking up the rhythm. Gareth
gasped with each plunge, as my pumping action got stronger and
stronger, the muscles of his little ass contracting and squeezing
my dick, making the sensation of fucking the eleven- year-old
even better.

I released his one sweaty shoulder, reaching down and grasping
his rigid little erection, wanking him in time to his fucking. I
was soon vigorously slamming into him, thumping my cock as hard
and deep as I could, while squeezing the child's balls and
pulling on his dick. He grunted and groaned, a mixture of pain,
but much more from pleasure, every now and begging,

"Harder sir! Make it hurt!"

Or,

"Fuck my little, caned bum sir! Harder! Please!"

I obliged, unable to stop even if I had wanted to.

It was Gareth whose orgasm started first. His ass muscles
tightened around my cock, and my own explosion was
uncontrollable. As the preteen was gasping with pleasure, I shot
what felt like liters of cum up his chute, crushing his balls
with my hand, grunting as the pleasure took me away. The two of
us yelled with pleasure at the same time – his high voice,
slightly tempered with a yelp of pain as his balls were tortured,
my deep gasps.

We stayed as we were for a minute or two, breathing heavily. My
cock buried up the eleven-year-old's slick, tight arsehole. Then
I reached over Gareth's head to where I had left the dildo_.
Careful to do this without making a mess, I withdrew my cock, the
head leaving his pussy with an audible pop. As soon as my cock
was free, I jammed the dildo in to replace it.

Gareth gasped with the force of the invasion – I hadn't been
gentle, and the dildo had been dry. The only lube had been my cum
now trapped up there. It must have been doubly painful after I
had almost fucked the little boy raw. Then I got up and walked
around the bed, once again climbing up and kneeling before my
preteen sex slave,

"Clean me up, boy,"

Gareth didn't need to be told how to do his job again. With
obvious relish, he licked my cock clean, his tongue almost
bringing me to a full erection again. Leaving the boy as he was,
I got up and admired the sight of the naked child. Kneeling,
submissive, bottom still up and ready to be used. The stripes
from my cane stood up clearly across the boys pale cheeks, and
the end of the dildo stuck out from his stretched little hole.
The insides of his legs were slightly damp from where some of my
cum had escaped before I had managed to insert the dildo.

"Get up," I ordered, and as the preteen started to move, I added,
"slowly, boy. Keep that dildo in your bottom."

His hand moved to his behind, to make sure that the dildo stayed
put, but I wasnt having any of that,

"No. Grip it with your bum muscles."

Clenching for all that he was worth, Gareth stood before me.
Amazingly, his cock was still not soft! As I watched it slowly
grew. Taking the eleven year old once again by his rigid little
handle, I led him to my en suite bathroom. I turned on the
shower, stepped under the warm water, and pulled the boy in with
me,

"Wash me, slave."

Gareth looked around, still clenching, and found the soap.
Carefully, he washed my body – I leant down so that he could
reach my shoulders. Then I took the soap from him, and started
soaping the boy down. His little body felt wonderful in my hands,
and I paid special attention to his well beaten little bottom.
The boy sighed as I gently rubbed his tender battered behind.

"Bend over."

Gareth obeyed immediately, grasping his ankles and raising his
bottom. Just as he would have if I had ordered him to bend over
for my cane in my office at school. Gently, I eased the dildo out
of his hole, letting my cum run down his legs. I soaped his
tender little hole, while the boy groaned with a combination of
pain and pleasure. When we had finished, I toweled the little boy
off, then, still naked, we went back downstairs, just in time to
watch a ball game on the TV.

Gareth again surprised me by taking the tube of KY with him.

We sat together on the sofa, and it didn't take Gareth long to
get bored with the game. I wrapped an arm around his slender
body, and then reached down, gently fondly his little cock and
balls while watching the TV. I wasn't surprised by now to feel
his dick slowly harden under my manipulations.

It didn't take the eleven year old long to tentatively reach over
with his hand and start holding my cock. Every now and again, he
would gently hold my balls in his hand, obviously fascinated with
their size and weight. Despite already cumming twice, I felt my
cock hardening.

After a little while, Gareth shifted his position, getting onto
his knees on the sofa, closely investigating my cock and balls –
leaning over me to get a close look.

I gently stroked the boy's slim back, and it wasn't long before I
had the delightful sensation of his wet, warm tongue carefully
licking my, by now, rock hard shaft. I let my hand rub down the
child's back, then cupped his small buttocks in my hand,
squeezing gently. The welts from the cane had gone down a little,
but were still very much in evidence. The child whimpered
slightly as I pressed down on the double welt right in his bottom
crease – obviously the hiding was still hurting. Later on I'd
take my belt to his little bottom, and then give him another
sound thrashing with the cane. But not yet.

I let my finger slip between his cheeks into his warm crack.
Sensing my intentions, Gareth spread his legs slightly and raised
his bottom. Although I was determined to be hard on the boy, I
quickly coated my finger with the KY, then continued rubbing it
up and down the preteen's crack, cruelly teasing his slightly
puffy boy pussy.

"Put your finger in!" the boy gasped, lifting his mouth
momentarily from the gentle licking of my cock.

I lifted my hand and slapped it hard on one little bottom cheek,
then the other, "Don't you dare tell me what to do, boy! Where
are your manners? Do you need another hiding?"

"Sorry sir," The boy was downcast, "my bottom's still sore from
the cane, but if you think I deserve to be punished, I must be.
Shall I fetch the cane?"

"Go upstairs and fetch a belt from my wardrobe. I'll take mercy
on you for now, but bring the cane down anyway."

Gareth trotted out of the room and up the stairs, and I waited,
amazed that the small boy was so willing to take pain and
punishment, and, after I had already cum twice, my cock was once
again rock hard! Theres something to be said for the vigor of
youth – it was certainly rubbing off on me!

It wasn't long before the naked preteen reappeared, looking
slightly apprehensive this time. In one hand he held the cane
that I had so enjoyed thrashing him with earlier, and in the
other, a leather belt.

I noted that he had ignored my smart, thinner belts, and instead
chosen the heavy, wide and thick dark stained belt that I usually
used for my jeans. It would be, without doubt, the most painful
belt that he could have selected for his own bare bottom, and
reinforced the boys love bending over for sound hidings. I stood,

"Put the cane on the table," Gareth did as he was told, "come
here."

I took the strap from the child, then marched him around the back
of one of the armchairs.

"Bend over," I helped him as he bent over the back of the chair
by pushing down on his shoulder, but I didn't need to give the
eleven year old any further instructions.

He pushed his head down as far as he could between his arms, and
widened his legs as far apart as his hips would allow. This put
him in a beautiful position – is pretty little bottom completely
open and exposed to me at the apex of the triangle formed by his
naked body. I gently ran my finger across the stripes from the
cane, getting a faint gasp from the boy as I pressed on one of
the more painful looking welts that swelled from his lower
bottom. Then I rubbed my finger firmly up and down his exposed
hole, before slowly easing it in right to the knuckle, to the
grunts of pleasure from the submissive boy. Then I pushed my
hands between his legs, lifting him slightly. I wasnt surprised
to feel the hardness of his little cock once again.

Stepping back, I hefted the belt in my hand – holding the buckle
securely in his hand. I chose not to double over the leather, and
swung it with full strength across the boy's upraised little
bottom. It landed with a wonderful, loud crack. Gareth squealed
as the leather bit into his spread cheeks, but kept his backside
up. Again I lashed him, the belt wrapping perfectly across his
round little buttocks. I repeated the operation six more times,
giving the boy eight lashes in total with the strap, then ordered
him up.

"That will teach you to your manners," I scolded the crying boy
once I was seated, and he stood before me, hands on head –
desperate to rub his blazing backside. His cock was still rock
solid, despite his obvious distress. I reached forward and gave
it a squeeze.

"Please may I sit on your lap, sir?" he sobbed.

"Of course you may," I softened

Again, to my surprise, the child reached for the KY, and gently
applied some to my throbbing cock. Then, slowly, he sat on my
lap, lowering himself onto my pole. I held his shoulders to help
him do it slowly, but before long his red and sore little bum
cheeks were resting on my pubes, my dick buried deep into the
child's boy pussy.

The feeling of the little boy sitting on my cock was, of course,
wonderful. We sat like that, and continued watching the game. But
it didn't take long for Gareth to start moving slowly on my rigid
dick.

At first, he ground his little buttocks around my groin, and
then, slowly started moving up and down up and down. I had
already cum twice, but that seemed to make little difference. The
pressure of my throbbing penis start to grow. Gareth leant back
against my chest, gently moving his hips up and down. I wrapped
my arms around the slender boy, then reached down and took a
small buttock each hand. I helped the horny pre-teen move his boy
pussy to stimulate my dick.

Even although I had fucked him good and hard in my bed, Gareth's
little hole was still amazingly tight. His ass muscles squeezed
and manipulated my dick, and it didn't take me long to want to
really fuck him properly once again.

None to gently, I pulled the boy off me, and threw him on the
floor, on his back. I knelt between his legs, grabbed his ankles
and pushed them up towards his shoulders. I didn't need to tell
him what to do. He snatched at his ankles with his hands pulling
them upwards and outwards exposing his already raw and puffy boy
pussy for me. This horny little pre-teen was amazing. The child's
little bum was black and blue from his thrashings, his ring was
certainly well fucked, by none of this seemed to slow him down.
He just wanted more, and I was more than happy to shag him
senseless. And this was just the beginning of our weekend
together!

Brutally, I plunged my dick into the waiting hole, ignoring
Gareth's squeal of pain. But when I look down at the boy's face,
his eyes were scrunched shut in a mixture of discomfort and
pleasure. I fucked him as hard as I could, withdrawing and
thrusting in and out, using my superior weight and strength to
truly rape for hot little boy pussy presented to me. I fucked the
pre-teen remorselessly, pounding him for at least 15 minutes
until I came explosively for the second time up his tight little
arse hole. The two of us were exhausted by the time I was
finished with him, and I lay on top of him, my cock softening
slowly in his hole.

I withdrew my cock, and it popped out of Gareth's rectum. As I
sat back, the preteen, remembering his job, slowly rolled over
onto his knees, turned around, and carefully licked and sucked my
cock clean. Then I sent him upstairs to shower again. I had
already decided that I wanted my little boy pussy always clean
and ready for me.