Homeward Bound with Teenager

I had taken the car in for service. I got there early, the auto center was open before the stores opened. I was stuck waiting in the mall with the early morning "mall walkers". A strange group of johnny-come-lately health nuts, there on doctors' orders. I had a cigarette in the center court area and was getting really bored when I noticed him at the little snack bar. He was your basic high school type, wearing a team jacket , jeans and hightops, blonde hair. Sort of an all-American McDonald's kid type. Turned me on, so I decided it was time for a cup of coffee and a smoke. I made my way over to the counter and smiled as I passed him. He smiled back, probably as I was one of the youngest people in the area at this hour. "You're taking your life in your hands trying to stand still around here" I said as I approached him with my coffee. "Those walkers are an ornery bunch if you get in their way, considering they're not the paying customers like us." "Yeah, they get pretty intense" he said as I got my first good look at him.

"Intense." I liked his teen talk. It turned me on. It went with the whole package. Just slightly shaggy blonde hair, a little messed up. A good looking boy face, not too pretty. His hooded sweatshirt was open and I could tell he filled out a t-shirt in the right places. He filled out his jeans in the right place too, and the faded areas showed it off nicely. He had a wide legged stance, the sort the jocks have around the girls in school. It made his cock push at the front of his jeans, and it looked like a pretty good sized one. I wanted to see more of this boy, a lot more! "You just hanging out before school" I asked, starting a conversation I hoped would get things rolling. "No way, I finished school in January."

"No way." I liked the hint of defiance in his tone. He would put up a fight. He wouldn't just accept whatever I dished out docilely, enjoying it because he wanted it. He didn't know he wanted it. He didn't know needed it. But if I had my way, he would. "Job hunting so you can move out of mom and dad's?" I asked hoping to get a little more information on him. "I'm not at mom and dad's. I'm in a foster home and I gotta get out soon." "Well getting a job can be a bitch with only a high school diploma," I said steering him on. "No shit, all you can do is push burgers or be a store clerk. Bummer!" Not wanting to get too heavy, I decided to lighten up the conversation and get back to my more immediate interests. I lit a cigaret and offered him one. "Those things'll kill ya. You should quit," he said as he refused the offer. "I mostly smoke when I'm stuck with nothing much to do, like waitin' for the car. I took the day off and I'd rather be getting some things taken care of than sitting around here. I got a truck at home, but I can't drive 'em both at once, so I'm stuck waiting. You drive stick?" "Not lately, but I can handle it," he shot back. "Great. How'd you like to hang around for a couple hours. We could go to my place, pick up the truck and get I could get some things done. We could come back here later to pick up the car and you could drive my truck back home for me?" I decided to get things moving one way or the other. "No sweat. I can cancel all my big interviews for today," he said sarcastically. "Sure you don't wanna check with your office first. I'll get us a cab to my place," I said as I walked over to a pay phone. I figured I'd give him the opportunity to have second thoughts and split. But he was there waiting when I returned. Good little puppy, I thought. He didn't stray off down the mall. He knows how to stay.

We had to go upstairs to get the keys to the truck, so I finally had him alone, in private. He was really impressed with the view of the city. I was impressed with the view of him from behind. That wide legged jock attitude of his made his butt nice and tight. I liked the way the seam in his jeans started right about where his crack should be, then disappeared between the two mounds of his ass. His thighs filled out the tops of his jeans very well, and his calves stretched the fabric again just before it bagged at the top of his high-top Nikes. A totally hot, All-American boy. "Let's get movin'," I said as I flipped him the keys. "You might as well drive so you can get used to it. Besides, I can see how well you can handle it." "I can handle it. No sweat." "I'll bet you can," I said, thinking that I'd love to see him sweat. I could just picture it running down the crack of that hot ass of his.

I had him do the driving. I wanted to see how he handled the truck. Besides, it made me feel like a real daddy to have this hot young boy driving me around in my truck. When we got back, I told him I'd buy him dinner for driving me around. He said he didn't need to call his foster parents, that they'd be just as happy if he didn't show up for dinner. I didn't like the fact that he wasn't expected home, I'd never let a hot boy like him roam the streets. I talked him into staying at my apartment and ordering out for food. I figured we could talk more freely in private. "Want something to drink.". I needed a drink pretty bad as it was hard to keep my hands off his hot little body and I'd been with him for the better part of the day. But I didn't want to offer him any booze, preferring to see if he'd ask for some. "Sure, what have you got?" "Almost anything you want, you got it." "Anything I want, huh?" he questioned.

"Got any Coke?" He was such a clean cut type that he didn't even ask for liquor. "Sure you don't want something in that," I said trying to confirm my impression. "I don't get into alcohol much" he said with a self-conscious grin. "No problem, I don't do it too often either. My dad drank too much, and it kinda turned me off to booze" I said trying to put him at ease. "Yeah, I guess my dad hit the bottle too, at least that's what my mom always told me." I wanted to get him talking and this subject was as good as any, so I asked him how he came to be in a foster home. "My dad and mom married right outa high school. You know, the football star and the cheerleader; the perfect couple? Well, it didn't work out, I guess. He left us and ended up in the Marines. My mom, well she had a lot of guys after my dad. The courts didn't like that and when they got divorced they put me in an orphanage. I ended up getting too old for the orphanage, so I got put in foster homes. I been in this last one two years. But I gotta get out. Now that I graduated they want me out in a hurry." Something in his voice gave me the impression that he was trying to hide something. After all, foster parents aren't usually the type of people to kick a nice young kid out immediately after he's finished school. I got him to explain it further.

"Well, I haven't told my social workers or anybody about this, but here goes. My foster parents have their own son. He's Joe Jock, you know; swimming in fall, wrestling in winter and then baseball. Its not that I'm not athletic. I just never got on the teams 'cause I transferred in mid year. One day I was working out at home after school. He had a weight room set up in the basement and I would use it when he was at practice. I got started late one day and he came home before I had finished. He came downstairs while I was bench pressing, and started to hassle me. He was always giving me shit for being a foster kid in his house, using his stuff, that kinda thing. Well, he stood behind the end of the bench, and as I was doing my last set, he pushed down on the bar so I couldn't put it in the rack. "C'mon wimp, push out one more rep", he said while he added his weight to the bar. I pushed with everything I had left in me, but it was my last set and I was kinda burned out. He kept the bar just above my chest, and started to crouch down. His crotch was just above my face, and he started rubbing his balls over my mouth. With every breath I could smell the chlorine from the pool mixed with the sweet sweaty smell of his body."

"C'mon faggot orphan, suck me like you did the boys in the orphanage. Everyone knows you orphanage boys suck each other off. You're in my house now, so eat my cock foster brother!' He had the barbell on my chest pinning me down. I kept trying to push it up, but he held it in place. I didn't have much choice, his balls were almost in my mouth. He yanked down his gym trunks and jock, and I laid there pinned down by the weights, sucking his cock. I don't know why, but my dick started getting hard. He noticed it, and that only made it worse. "You're gettin' a hard-on aren't you foster boy. You really dig this don't you. I'll bet you miss all your boyfriends from the orphanage. Well, you got me to take care of now. I'll have you sucking me off anytime I want it, foster brother. I think I'll even try fucking that butt of yours one of these days. I bet you got a nice hot tight little hole for me to fill. Yeah, you'd like that wouldn't you. I'll come home from wrestling all hot and sweaty and I'll have you work over my cock before I fuck the shit outa you. This is gonna be great having a foster brother. I shoulda thought of this a lot sooner."

"He was getting pretty hot thinking about all the ways he planned to use me, and he started pumping into my mouth hard and heavy. I didn't like the idea of him using me like that, but my cock had a mind of its own I guess. It just got harder and started leaking through my sweatpants. He pulled his rod out of my mouth unexpectedly and a loud sucking noise filled the room. "Oh yeah! You are one hell of a cock sucker, foster brother. I'll have to share you with my friends." He stood up, walked around the bench and straddled my chest. "Hold on little faggot, I'll give it to you right away", he said as I stared up at his rock hard cock and balls, dripping with my saliva. In one swift move he lifted the bar from my chest and had it in the rack and was sitting on my chest with his legs pinning my arms at my sides. He grabbed me by the hair, yanked my head forward, shoved his dick in my mouth and started fucking my face again. Then he reached behind and started twisting the head of my dick. It was rock hard and slick, and his hand kept slipping over the tip. He started grabbing my balls and jerking them up the shaft of my cock. It hurt, but it turned me on. No one had ever handled my cock before. In the orphanage we just jacked ourselves off, like contests to see who could cum first or the most. We never touched anyone else's dick. He was pumping fast and furious into my mouth and the hotter he got the rougher he yanked at my cock and balls. I didn't hardly notice the pain from his manhandling my cock. He had my dick so hot and hard, all I wanted him to do was keep it up till I came.

Just when I though I was gonna shoot, he let go of my rod and grabbed my head with both hands. He stopped fucking my face and just held his dick way down in my throat. I had all I could do to keep from choking on it. He started shooting his load into my mouth. I had never tasted anyone's cum before. It was hot and sorta salty-sweet. I guess I musta liked it 'cause my dick started spurting all over my stomach. Just then the basement door opened, and he jumped up, dripping his cum on my face. I don't know why, but I grabbed his still hard cock and jerked it slowly. I guess I just wanted to feel someone else's hard dick instead of my own. His dad stood there looking at us, me still shooting the last of my load and hanging onto his son's hard, dripping prick. I guess he musta though it was all my idea 'cause I was the one cumming when he walked in. His own son could never be to blame. Anyway, that's why they want me out, and soon."

"I think we could both use a drink" I said as I walked to the kitchen. I think he noticed my erection as I walked past him. He had me hot as hell, and I needed a drink to cool my jets and proceed calmly. I definitely didn't want to screw this up! I handed him the glass, looked him in the eyes and ruffled his blonde hair. He stood up, put his arms around me and buried his face in my chest. "I never told anyone about that. I didn't know what you'd think of me, but I just couldn't lie about it. I just had to tell somebody." "Hey, no sweat. People are sexual. More guys than you realize have had sex with another guy, although most of them aren't honest enough to admit it," I said hoping to put him at ease. "Don't worry about being kicked out. You've got a home here, if you want it," I said as looked into his trusting face. "I wouldn't want to see anything bad happen to you. You know, out on the streets. You're a good looking kid and I like you. If you need anything, I'll do all I can to help." He never had anything to worry about. I was ready to be his daddy from the moment I looked into those baby blues of his.

There was a smell of sweat and heat in the room. The steam from the showers crept in on the draft created by the fans from the football equipment room. Jockstraps and sweatsocks were tossed along the benches between the lockers. Practice was over and the weekend was just ahead. Two days off and no meet. Two days to screw off! The sounds of laughter and boyish pranks covered their conversation.

"I just gotta tell you guys. I got the greatest thing since jackin' off at my house. The foster kid my folks took in is a fag. I made him suck me off the other day and it was great. Man he is one good little cocksucker, and he even got himself off while he did it. My dad caught us in the act, but I blamed it all on him. I mean, like who's my dad gonna believe, some stranger or his own son. So anyway, my parents are gonna be gone for the weekend, and I was just wondering if you guys were maybe in the mood to get sucked off?" "Sure!" "Great, let's go!" "I'll give the little faggot something to get off on!" "Yeah, right here, man!" Their laughter rose to join the noise of the other wrestlers from the team.

The four jocks entered the house, anticipation making them nervous and noisy. "Yo, little foster brother, you home?" No reply. "Guess he ain't home yet." The boys headed for the basement gym to wait for their victim. "As long as we're here, we might as well toss the weights around a little." "Yeah, let's get all pumped up so the little fag will be all turned on." "C'mon man gimme a few reps." "I'll spot you." As they boys took turns spotting and doing sets on the various bars around the basement, they were getting hot, sweaty and horny. "Push out just one more for me, yeah. Work those muscles, I wanna see you ripped and hard, yeah." Just thinking about the little cocksucker who was going to take their loads made them pump the weights harder. They urged each other on during the workout, but at the same time they were turning on to each other. All the talk of reps and pushing, pecs and muscles made them even hotter. As the sweat ran down their bodies, their dicks started to get as pumped up as their muscles. The back door opened and they could hear footsteps above them. "Hey, little brother, c'mon down here. I got something for you!" Footsteps coming down the stairs signaled the boys into position. As he entered the room and walked towards his foster brother, the three team mates blocked his exit. "Hey little bro, I bought a couple of the guys home to meet you. I told the man what a good little fag cocksucker you were and they were just dying to meet you." "You bastard, if your dad catches us down here I'll be kicked out for sure. Especially after what you made me do last time!" "Not to worry little man, they're gone for the next three days. Won't be home till Monday night. We got three nights of fun in store for you, right guys?"

"Yeah, you little cock sucker." "We're gonna have fun with the little foster faggot!" "Yeah, three nights of fun with your foster cocksucker!" They moved closer and continued to taunt him. Their workout had them all warmed up and ready and they weren't about to waste any time. They had him down on the weight bench; one held his arms behind his head and one held his legs. Straddling his chest, his foster brother started rubbing his cock across the boys lips. He tried to resist but one of the guys grabbed his cock and balls and crushed them in his grip. As the scream of pain escaped his mouth, his brother's cock entered it. He pumped it slowly in and out as he called to his team mates, "See, I told you I had the greatest thing since jackin' off. Oh man this feels great. I'll get his mouth all ready for you guys. C'mon little brother, show 'em how they taught you at that orphanage. Suck it all the way down."

As his foster brother proceeded to pump harder and deeper into his throat, any resistance was met by a twisting of his cock and balls. Two of the boys held his arms and legs firmly and the more his balls were crushed in that grip, the harder his dick would rise. As much as he protested, it was turning him on. The four hot sweaty jocks working him over started getting turned on by the scene that was playing out before them. Two of them pulled off the boy's jeans and jockey shorts and noticed his hard sticky cock. "Hey, he's sportin' quite a boner for someone who says he doesn't like it." "I think the little fag likes being worked over." "Maybe we should rough him up a little bit more and get him really hot and bothered."

With that the boy holding his legs lifted them up onto his shoulders and started to pull him back towards his cock. The boy at the front held his arms even tighter above his head. He was being stretched between the two of them, with the third man handling his cock and balls, and his foster brother fucking his mouth. He could feel the head of his captor's cock pressing against his hole, and he fought to tighten his ass and keep the invading cock out. "Spread that ass and let me in there or he'll rip your balls off" the boy yelled as his team mate yanked his nuts high into the air. The pain in his sack was immediately replaced by the pain in his ass as the cockhead forced its was into the opening. The only lubrication was the sticky flow that was coming from the hot jock's dick as it split the boy's butt apart. He tried to scream in pain, but the sound was muffled by the load of cum that his foster brother started shooting down his throat. The taste and feel of the sperm running into his mouth took his mind off the pain in his ass, and the dick slid in to the base.

His foster brother got up from his chest and his position was taken by the boy who had been manhandling his cock and balls. He found a new, hard cock in his mouth, and began to notice that it was different than his brother's dick. This one seemed longer and thicker and, as it went in deeper, he started to gag. His foster brother gripped his balls roughly and warned him, "Take it all the way little brother. Don't you fuck up now that the guys are here. You suck his cock real good or you'll lose these nut of yours." His throat ached from the cock that was being driven into it, and his ass felt like it was being split apart by the hard shaft pumping in and out. As he strained to suck the rod in his mouth, he could feel the warmth deep inside his guts as the team mate shot his load. The sudden emptiness in his butt startled him, but was quickly filled as the boy who was holding his arms changed places and began to plow into his ass. Again he noticed the difference in the way this cock felt inside him, and the technique the boy used to fuck him. His mouth and ass were being much more brutally abused as the boys started relaxing and really using him. They were fucking his mouth and ass much more wildly than at the start, and he found his own cock growing harder than he had ever thought it could get.

His foster brother started pounding on his dick with his fist, jamming it into his balls with each rough stroke. The pain in his balls mixed with the pleasure of having his cock worked over. He sucked and fucked the cocks within him hoping that by milking them, his own cock would find release. Slurping noises filled the room as his face was pumped by the jock at his chest. His ass strained to meet every stroke of the hot young wrestler whose dick was buried deep with him. He thrust his dick into his foster brother's grip in a vain attempt to fuck the hand that was abusing him. As he bucked and strained another load started flowing into his mouth. The taste was nothing like his foster brother's cum as it ran down his throat. He could feel the balls slapping at his ass as the dick within it started to erupt . He felt a much larger load shoot inside him until it started to ooze out of his stretched hole and run down his butt. The two pulled their dicks out of him and he felt almost empty.

Two boys still held his arms and legs and his foster brother fisted his dick until he let out a low groan. He felt a hand at his ass and suddenly several fingers were inside him, tormenting his stretched hole. "I can feel my cum in his hole, man. I wanna keep it all up there so he doesn't lose a drop." His brother abruptly stopped pounding his cock and just held the boy's balls in his tight grip. "Don't you lose any of that cum inside you, little brother, or I'll jerk these right off!" The boy began to writhe and make guttural noises as the fingers probed within his ass. He could feel the cum fighting its way from his tortured balls. "Look at this, the little fag is getting off. Fuckin' queer" As the boys taunted and laughed at him, his dick shot his pent up load all over his chest and stomach. "Look at the fag, he shot without even jerking off." "Boy he must really like getting worked over by a bunch of guys." "We'll have to share him with the rest of the team, that'll really get him hot." "Yeah, then we can really fill up his asshole." As the cum stopped flowing from his battered cock, he felt humiliated and abused. Maybe he really did like getting worked over like this. Questions ran through his mind as he lay there, sore, drained and dripping with the cum of the wrestlers.

He woke and found himself alone in the basement. His ass was burning, his jaw ached and he was caked with dried cum. He didn't know how long he had been asleep. He remembered the events that left him in this condition and fear rose within him. Did he really get off on this abuse? He had shot a load, hadn't he? Did they leave to get more members of the wrestling team? It was very early on a Saturday morning when he quietly cleaned himself up, threw his few belongings in his backpack and decided it was time to leave his foster home.

It was early, so he decided to walk to the mall and not spend any of the little money he had on bus fare. Besides, he needed the time to think. His feelings about the abuse at the hands of the wrestling team confused him. Did he really get off on that kind of treatment? The soreness in his ass and balls reminded him of his humiliation as he was shooting his load in front of the team. He also thought of the man he had met at the mall. He trusted this man somehow, and he planned to live with him. He began to think of him as his dad. He just wanted to go to him and tell him what had happened. Dad would make it all better, and he'd be home.

He slipped into the mall and made his way through the early walkers to the phones. He needed to talk to "dad", and dialed the number. As the number of rings mounted, his hopes fell. There was no answer. He was not supposed to move in till next weekend, was supposed to get everything straightened out with the social workers and his foster parents, not that they'd care. He was 18 and responsible for himself. Well, if dad wasn't home, then he'd have to go it on his own for now. He checked out the situation and decided yes, he could make it on his own for one week. He would be responsible for himself. He was not a kid anymore. He didn't have much money, but hell, street people survived. He would too.

He spent the days in the mall or walking around the suburban neighborhood. He met a few friends from school, but told them nothing. He wasn't sure what they might know from the other guys, and said nothing of leaving his foster home. He had been spending the nights sleeping in the lobby of the small suburban hospital, when an admissions nurse got suspicious. She asked him who he was waiting for, and he made up a story about his dad being in the hospital. A short time later a police officer approached him in the lobby. "What is your business here, boy" the officer asked. He was a dark haired man with a moustache and had that look of a young cop on his first job at the small suburban police department. He was in much better shape than the usual police officer, the kind who worked out every day so he could handle the law breakers he ran into on his shift. He got off on the authority trip with the kids in the mall, as he wasn't that much older than them. He liked to order them of the grounds for loitering. Now he had a nice innocent looking blonde kid to lay his trip on, so he decided to take him in to the station for questioning. It was obviously a runaway case and he'd have a little fun before he called the parents.

The station was deserted except for the female dispatcher who was on the phone with her boyfriend and hardly noticed them enter. He took the boy to an interrogation room at the back out of the public area. "So, do your parents know your spending the nights in the hospital and the days in the mall? Why'd you run kid? School trouble, drugs?" "I don't have any parents, and my foster parents just want me out so I left!" No parents to come searching for their little boy! Great! He decided to play the authority role to the hilt now that there wouldn't be any interference. "OK boy, your gonna have to spend some time here till I straighten this out. Here fill out these forms and I'll be back to check you into your room." He left the boy alone and went to pick up the usual clothing and blanket for his prisoner. On the way back he pick up a few nonregulation items from his locker.

He lead the boy down the corridor to the last cell in the block, far from the office area and anyone who might interfere. "OK strip! All your clothes off, now! Standard procedure. We don't want you causing any trouble in the holding tank. C'mon move, off with the clothes boy!" He watched the boy's every move as he undressed. Nice firm pecs, he thought, and a nice round ass. He was a hot looking kid, alright. Good lookin' blonde, nice athletic body. Bet he'll put up a good fight before I break him. This will be more fun than I could've hoped for. "So, what did you do to get kicked out of your foster home. Musta been somethin' pretty heavy. Drugs, drinking, steal a car or something?" The kid didn't look the type to be into any of that, but the authority trip was taking over and he decided to go with it.

"C'mon punk! Answer the questions," he said as he gave him a punch in the stomach. The kid doubled over but he pulled him to his feet demanding, "What kinda shit did you pull, asshole?" As the kid stammered and started to answer, he slapped him across the face, that good looking face that now was filled with fear. The look in the boys eyes turned him on to the scene even more and he grabbed him by the hair and looked straight into his eyes. "You better just tell me before I really hurt you!" "They kicked me out because of their real son. He didn't like me." "Oh, and I suppose he didn't have any reason not to like you. What kinda shit did you pull on him." He couldn't answer fast enough to beat the punch, but the cop noticed this time his stomach tensed up nice and hard as he punched it. The kid was in good shape and could handle a little rough stuff. The kid staggered to his feet and answered, "He was hassling me about being in the orphanage for so long, and how his parents only took me 'cause I was too old to stay there, and how he was their real son and I was nothin' to them. I couldn't handle his shit anymore, so I cut out." "Maybe they just didn't want you at the orphanage with all those young boys 'cause maybe your a fag. Is that it. Did you try to put the make on your foster brother, faggot!" He slapped him hard and landed another good one to his stomach. The kid collapsed on the bottom bunk. The cop left him there warning, "I'll be back later and we'll get the whole story outa you before I'm through with you." The boy laid there recovering from the blows. He thought of his new home and how much he wanted to be there right now. Again he felt as if he just wanted to be with his "dad". The pain subsided and he drifted off to sleep.

He awoke to the sensation of his leg being lifted. Half asleep, he tried to pull his leg away but couldn't. As he awoke he realized his arms were cuffed to the bunk frame on each side of him. His legs were cuffed to the frame below the upper bunk. He was cuffed with his legs up and his arms spread and he couldn't do anything to get out of this position. He also realized he was not alone in the cell. His interrogator was beside the bed staring down at him. "What the fuck!" Before he could say more the officer shoved a pair of jail underwear in his mouth and put a leather belt around his head to keep it in place. The muffled protests turned the cop on. "Yeah boy, go ahead an yell. No one will hear you, not at night, and not with that gag in your mouth. Besides, no one knows your here but me." He put his hand on the boy's bound leg and moved down the inside of his thigh to that hot little ass. He roughly grabbed at the round buns and slapped them a few times. "Yeah boy, that's right. I'm gonna show you why they kicked you out of that orphanage. Gonna show you what little boys are good for." He worked his fingers between the firm ass cheeks and found the tight little hole. As he worked first one, then two fingers up the boys butt, the muffled cries got him going. "Yeah, nice tight hole boy. Gonna show you what that hole is good for."

The cop took out his night stick and ran it up and down the crack in the boys smooth ass. He strained at his bonds and protested through his gag as the night stick found its target. The long black pole entered his puckered hole and he clenched his buttocks together in a vain attempt to keep it out. The officer poked and prodded the boys ass until the stick started to slide into the boy. He kept up the pressure and the boy started bucking like a horse as the prod entered his body. As the boy jerked at his restraints, the officer noted that his dick was growing hard. The nightstick was hitting its target and against his will the boy was responding. His cock and balls flopped from side to side as the boy bucked and shook the bunk bed. "You little fag, you like this don't you? Well this is just the beginning boy. Your in for a ride tonight!"

He left the stick halfway up the boy's ass and unsnapped one of his belt retainers from his gun belt. He took the small strap and wrapped it around the boy's cock and balls and snapped it tight. The boy's cock was now hard as rock and slippery with his juices, so the cop took a second strap and used it to stretch the ball balls down and away from his cock. "Don't want you shooting a load and messing up the bunk with your cum, boy. Besides, this'll keep you hot and bothered longer if your dick can't squirt ." He mounted the bed from behind and settled in between the boys outstretched legs. He reached down and quickly ripped the nightstick from the hole. A muffled gasp from the boy was soon followed by a cry as the cop forced his cock in to the hilt. His balls were pushing up against the firm butt as he started to withdraw. Again he slammed his dick all the way home, and again the muffled cries urged him on. "Yeah, boy. You're gonna ride my cock tonight. Yeah, that nice hot ass of your ain't gonna be so tight when I get through." He started pumping in and out savagely, the boy pulling at his restraints and bucking under him.

With each thrust the boys cock jerked harder until the straps around his cock and balls felt like steel padlocks. As the cop plowed into his ass, the boy started moving with him. He found himself pushing back to get that hot policeman's dick deeper inside him. With each thrust his cock came closer to exploding. He felt he was being held just on the edge of cumming till he couldn't stand it any longer. His ass fucked in rhythm with the cop and sucked the dick deep within him. As the officer thrust forward, the boy bucked and shoved his ass back towards the cop. He desperately wanted to cum and the cock massaging his guts was his only way to get release. His wrists and ankles were sore from pulling at cuffs and he knew he must be bleeding, but his dick had taken control of him. He had to shoot and the cock up his ass was the only way he could make it. As the cop released his load up the boys ass, the boy felt himself cum in long spurts that seemed to last forever. He had never felt the need to shoot a load this badly in his life, and the pleasure of the release was more than he could bear.

He must have passed out, 'cause when he woke his hands were cuffed behind his back, his legs were free. He could feel the dried cum sticky on his stomach as he breathed. The cell was dark, the corridor was dark, and he could hear nothing but the occasional telephone ringing far in the distance. In the light from the exit sign he could see that his ankle were scraped from the cuffs, and he wondered what other marks his body would have before he left this cell.

Well, this was the day we had agreed upon for him to move in. I had set the extra room up as a bedroom, didn't want him to feel that he had to sleep with me. I wanted it to be his idea, and besides it was a kick setting up a bedroom for you "son." I called at his foster home and they assumed he had already moved in with me. He hadn't been home all week and his things were gone. I tried to smooth things over and bluffed my way out of the situation by saying I had been out of town, and yes perhaps I was wrong and he had already moved in. As I hung up the phone I started to sweat. Jeez, what could have happened to him? Where had he been for a week, and why hadn't he called? I decided to head over to the mall where I had met him. Maybe he was hangin' out there.

After walking the mall for a time, I decided to call his foster home again. This time I got his "brother" and found out he had run away, pissed off at his brother for what he wouldn't say. Well, since it had been a week, I decided to try the cops. Being a Saturday, there was only a small crew on at the station. I spied a nice looking, younger cop and asked if he could help me locate a missing boy. He took a description and I figured he'd brush me off with "I'll file a report," but he asked me to wait in a small room. After about a half hour of waiting, I saw them coming down the hall. He was freshly showered and his hair was still wet. He looked beat and worn, but as sexy as ever. I played it cool and didn't act too concerned about his whereabouts for the past week. I acted as if it was a chore to come and drag him home, since I just wanted to get him out of there.

When we got back to my place, I took him into his room. "You should have called me." "I tried lots of times, but no one answered." Damn, he was right. "I put in a lot of OT last week," so I'd be here with him all weekend. I asked what had happened and he just said the cops picked him up for sleeping in the hospital lobby. "Well, you're here now, so lets get moving." I figured I'd him tell me when he was ready, but for now he needed some food, and some TLC. I took him out for burgers, then shopping since he didn't have much stuff and there was a lot of basics he needed. Besides, it got his mind off whatever had happened. When we got back, I had him try on some of the new clothes for me. I had picked out some stuff I thought he'd look really hot in. The red sweatpants and baseball jacket really got to me. Jeez he looked hot. That nice firm butt of his was showed off to the max and the jacket and cap made him look like the All-American jock.

We screwed off for the rest of the day, him trying on everything we had bought and me making a list of stuff he'd need. He was really beat and fell asleep watching a movie. I woke him and sent him off to his room. It was still early, so I went out for a few drinks. When I returned I must have woke him. I was in my bed just about ready to call it a day, when he came out of his room. He looked like an innocent little kid with his blonde hair mussed up and half asleep. His dick was still hard, must've gotten a hard on in his sleep. I said nothing, so he wouldn't feel embarrassed. I wanted him to be sexually at ease with me. He sat down on the bed next to me and sighed. "I want to tell you what happened. I gotta tell somebody."

He told me about his rape at the hands of the wrestling team, his victimization by the cop and his confusion at having gotten turned on by it all. He said he thought he was gay, but he wasn't sure that this was how it should be. He didn't like being turned on by being forced to have sex. "I wanted to feel turned on because I want to have sex, not 'cause somebody's forcing me to have sex. Does that make sense?" "Perfect sense. There's a big difference between mutual sex and rape. You were raped, my boy!" I put my arm around his shoulder and he fell against my chest. "I was afraid you wouldn't want me anymore after all those others. I kept thinking about you, and being here was all I wanted in the world. But I wasn't sure you'd want me after everybody else had used me like that." "Boy, I'd want you here no matter what happened. I'm just pissed at myself for not being here when you needed me. Damn it, none of this would have happened if I'd been here for you."

I stroked his hair and held him close. I wanted to make up for all the hurt the others had given him. It was then I noticed the marks on his ankles. He explained about the cuffs on his legs, and I told him to lay down on the bed so I could check and see if any permanent damage had been done. I got some first-aid creme from the john and he was stretch out on the bed when I returned. I asked him to take his t-shirt and shorts off, I didn't want to order him around. Not just yet. As he lay back down I checked out his ankles, noticed his wrists were a little sore and decided to give him a thorough going over. I applied some cream to his ankles and wrists determining to get that asshole cop who did this to my boy. I ran my hands over his chest and thumbed his nipples on the way. He twisted his body and his cock, already hard, jerked up as I touched his tits. I had found his hot spots, so I teased them for a little while and got him turned on good and hot. I ran my hands down his nice flat stomach feeling the ripples of muscle below the surface. I got down to his crotch and inspected his balls very gently. The smooth and easy handling of his body was getting him going and him squirmed around on the bed. As I teased his cock, running up and down the firm fat shaft I said, "Well, it looks like everything's in working order here! Roll over."

He did as instructed and I ran my hands over his back and shoulders. I massaged the tenseness out of his neck and noticed the nice development of the muscles. He had nice wide shoulders and the muscles capped the side of his arms with a good rounded shape. I ran my hands down his back and felt the deep curve as it ran into his ass. His butt was just about perfect, round and firm and the right size for the rest of his body. I ran my hand between his cheeks, there were no marks and his nice firm muscles tensed up at my intrusion. "Relax, I just wanna see if anybody hurt you. If they did they're dead meat. Now I'll go easy and you let me know if it feels bad." I greased up a finger and very gently started to insert it in his hole. He squirmed under my touch and I held it still inside him. When he settled down I slid it in further, but slowly allowing him time to adjust to the intrusion. His ass relaxed and I worked my finger in and out. He moaned softly saying, "Wow, that feels awesome." It felt awesome from my end too, and I slipped a second finger into the opening. His ass rose to meet me and I started pumping my fingers in and out. He wriggled his butt on my fingers and I eased them out and very slowly slid my dick up to his ass. I pressed the head against his hole and eased in. He let out a guttural moan and I said, "Let me know if anything hurts now." He pushed his ass up off the bed and my cock slid in between the firm mounds of his butt. I could feel it sliding in till my balls brushed his ass cheeks. "Oh yeah, boy, let's go with it." I started pumping his ass slowly and found him humping my dick on each slow stroke. The kid was getting off on it and he had me hotter than hell. I grabbed him and turned him on his back, keeping my dick on target so that I actually screwed him onto it. He settled his butt against my balls and lay there, eyes closed, a smile on his face. I reached for his cock and started milking him slowly. He started to move and thrust his ass onto my cock. As I speeded up my pumping in and out of his butt, he went wild and writhed around on the bed. His cock was hard as rock and slippery with his juices. I held my hand still at the head of it and he started desperately fucking my hand and shoving his ass onto my cock on the back stroke. His bucking motions had me going and as I started shootin' my load up his ass, his dick started squirting in my hand. He shot a load a horse would be proud of all over his stomach to his chin. I collapsed on top of him and it oozed between our sweaty bodies. I sat up on my arms, looked into his handsome face and said, "Well, I guess were both in good working order." He looked at me with his innocent blue eyes, "YES sir!"

He started coming to my room at night often, and it got to the point where we decided to dump the extra bed and turn his room into a den. He had a part- time job now, just enough hours to give him some cash and not interfere with our life together. He had his duties around the house and was generally pretty conscientious about them. But lately every weekend he managed to screw up. He'd forget to do something, or leave stuff laying around. I'd yell at him a little, he'd be very sorry and we'd have hot sex. I got off on the "daddy" scene he was letting me play, chastising his "little boy" for fucking up. I think he enjoyed getting chewed out as much as I got off doing it, and I decided it was time we tried a little discipline training.

It was Friday night after work and again he "forgot" to clean up the kitchen. "That's it! Go into the spare room and wait there." He sulked off and I made a lot of noise in the kitchen as I let him alone. I noticed that the kitchen was clean, he had just scattered things around to make it look messed up. I straightened it out and made him wait alone in the room for a while. I had used the room as a playroom before he moved in and had packed the toys away. I dug the box out and took it with me. "Okay asshole, stand up! Straight! Spread your legs. Chest out! Now, I think its time you learned a lesson. Bend over and grab your ankles." He looked puzzled, but did as instructed. I looked at that hot little ass. No marks, I wanted it smooth and firm and perfect just as it was. I slapped him hard across the butt. He lurched forward but caught himself and locked his legs to keep steady. His thighs and butt tightened up real nice. I slapped him a few more times, letting my hand rest and feeling the firm mounds of his ass. "Stand up!" As he did his cock was rigid and he tried to hide his embarrassment.

"Good! I want the cock to stand up straight and proud,too. Now I know I'm giving you just what you need, boy. You've had it too easy. It's time you got straightened out. Right, boy?" "Yes,.......sir." I said, "right BOY!" "YES SIR." He was responding well and his cock was still at attention, so I decided to go with it. I wrapped the leather bands around his wrists, hooked them together behind his head, and used a bungee cord to hitch them to the "lamp hook" in the ceiling. He looked up and knew now what all those hooks were really for. "That's right, boy. That's what this room is for. You'll come be sent here when you need training!" I strapped his ankles and attached them with bungees to the hooks at the base of the wall. The cords worked well. They provided just enough pull that he had to tense his muscles to keep from being pulled off balance. His arms showed up real nice, his biceps and shoulders getting pumped by the tension. He legs and ass firmed up real hard as he locked them to keep them from spreading too far. He looked like a hot young stud hung up in a butcher shop, a piece of meat. Muscles straining, he started to sweat. As I attached a harness to his cock and balls, stretching them down as far as he could handle, a little trickle os sweat ran over the ripples on his stomach and down over the leather ring binding his rock hard dick.

I looked through the toy box and selected some easy tit clamps. It was his first time and I just wanted a little sensation, no pain. Besides his tits were perfect just as they were, nice firm points on his now bulging pecs. I ran my hand over his full, hairless chest and teased his nipples. His cock jerked in response, belying any verbal protests he might make. "You need this, don't you boy! You want this and you need it!" "Yes, Sir. I need discipline, Sir." Good. He was going with it and not relating to the others who had abused him. I wanted to teach him the difference, and he was learning. As I attached the clamps to his tits, he jerked and strained at his bonds. His dick got harder and the juices started dripping from the slit in his shiny cockhead. I fingered his cock, using this natural lubricant and he moaned from deep inside his chest. "Your ready to learn, aren't you boy." "Yes, Sir. Please, Sir. I'm ready Sir!" I inserted a small butt plug in his ass. I didn't want any thing too large 'cause I liked his nice tight hole. I released him from his restraints and left his cock and balls harnessed and his butt plugged.

He was buck naked with a leash connected to his hard on as I led him down the hall. "You gotta learn your duties around here, boy. The lesson is just starting." He replied, "Yes, Sir. I'll learn, Sir," as I pulled him by the dick into the bathroom. "You can't let your cock run you life, boy, or it'll lead you into trouble." Tapping his bound balls with my foot for emphasis, I had him clean the place on his knees. I removed the leash and made him put on a ragged pair of gym shorts which barely hid his raging cock. "We're gonna go pump some iron, boy. You gotta stay in shape, I want a nice hard body to go with the dick of yours." His "yes, Sir" was a little weak as we took the elevator to the basement weight room. It was open to anyone in the building, but I knew from experience that it was rarely used. In two years I had almost always been alone when I worked out. We went through our usual workout and I made him do it all with his cock and balls tied up and his ass plugged. The squats got to him the most. With the plug in place, each rep made his dick get harder till the wet spot in the front of his shorts grew to cover his whole crotch. He was sweating bullets by the time he finished his last set, and it ran down his back and onto his firm, pumped up ass and disappeared in his shorts. As we were leaving, one of the few guys I had ever met came in. He eyed up the boys crotch and said, "He really gets into his workouts, doesn't he?" I was sporting quite a rod myself, and proud of it. I put this wimp in his place with "Damn right, we both get off on it. When your pumped up and healthy you feel like a man and it shows. If working out doesn't turn you on, don't waste your time." The boy looked up at me, smiled and gave a hearty "Yes, Sir!" I took him back to the spare room, laid a leather sheet on the floor and spread-eagled him to hooks in the corners. I teased his cock with his own juices till he started moaning, unhooked his legs and fucked him hard. I made sure I stopped before he came and I jacked myself off and shot a load over his chest. I used my cum as lube and worked over his cock some more, but left him hanging just on the short of cumming. "Don't you shoot until I tell you, boy. You're gonna learn to obey orders." He let out a frustrated "Yes....Sir" as I removed the plug from his butt and cuffed his hands behind him. "Now you'll keep your hands off your cock." I laid the leather sheet at the foot of the bed and gave him a blanket. "You'll sleep her tonight, boy, so I know what you're doing." I woke early and found him still asleep, his hard cock dripping on the leather beneath him. I woke him, took him to the bathroom and unbound his dick. I left him cuffed, made coffee and came back. I washed him down, toweled him off, and strapped in the butt plug again. I put a loose cock ring on him and uncuffed him. "You'll wear this to work today to remind you of the lesson you're learning. Now get dressed." I gave him a very tight jock which held his cock in pretty well, and inspected him before he left. "You leave that plug in and that ring around your cock, or you're in trouble boy!" He gave me a firm "Yes Sir!" as I patted his ass and walked him out the door.

He only worked part-time and I was waiting when he returned three hours later. As soon as he entered I ordered him to strip. I inspected his ass and the plug was still in place. I removed the cock ring and led him to the bathroom. "Gotta clean you up before I take you out, boy." I scrubbed him down in the shower and gave him an enema so he'd be totally clean. With his guts full of water, I made him hold it in as I teased his cock to full hardness. He was almost ready to come and begging to release the water when I sat him down. His cock went limp as the water flowed out of him, but he didn't cum. "Good boy, I told you not to shoot a load without permission." I dried him off and led him back to the spare room. I bound his cock and balls in a leather spreader and his dick stood out proud and hard once again. I strapped the plug up his butt again and told him to get dressed. I took him to a small restaurant where I usually met with friends. I wanted to show of my stud boy in his prime, hard condition. My friends were there and after the usual comments they decided it was time to inspect him. They opened his shirt ad felt his chest and tits, they groped his bulging crotch and grabbed at his firm ass. He stood obediently and answered only when I spoke to him. It was clear to them that he was MY boy, and they tired of teasing him.

When we returned home I had him stripped, standing and restrained again. "You liked having your tits and cock felt up by everyone, didn't you boy!" He protested with a "No Sir!" but I continued. "You like to be treated like a sex toy, a cheap piece of meat, don't you boy!" I slapped his ass hard and grabbed his cock roughly from behind. "No, Sir. I didn't like it, Sir. But they were your friends, Sir." "That's right boy, and my friends can touch you if I let them. Right?" "Yes, Sir, if you let them Sir." I removed the plug from his ass and started to slide my dick into his hole, when he repeated "If you let them. Sir." I started pumping into his ass and jerked at his bound cock. The spreader made his balls slap against his legs with each stroke. He started moving in rhythm with my cock, his ass meeting my thrusts, his dick fucking my hand. I reached around and grabbed his pecs roughly squeezing his tit. He started bucking and riding my dick harder as i massaged his chest and teased his nipple. His dick thrust furiously into my hand and his ass was slapped by my balls as I fucked him blindly. My hand went down to his stomach and I could feel the muscles contracting with each thrust of my cock. His rippling stomach and his pumping ass were too much and I started to shoot my load into him as his dick started jerking and shooting his pent up load from nights of teasing. Spurt after spurt of cum came from his cock for what seemed like forever. He slumped in his bonds exhausted, and I held him tightly to keep him on his feet. When he recovered, I released his bonds and led him into the bedroom. "You'll sleep with me tonight. I think you've learned you lesson well, son." He looked up at me with his messy blonde hair and his innocent blue eyes and said, "Yes, Sir, dad, Sir."

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