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Do not mix fantasy with reality (reading/writing a detective story does not mean you are a murderer or potential killer, right? ======================================================================= Story Title: "Using a boy cunt" Story Code: (Mb, nc, rape) Keywords: Mb, nc, rape Summary: Man rapes a boy (sold by his own father) Main participants: * a boy - 6 y.o., small, skinny and gaunt. * a man - 45 horny adult male Any comments will be appreciated. We (authors) write for you and for your joy. My email is: entropico2k@gmail.com More stories of mine can be found at ASSTR: /files/Authors/Entropico More stories of mine can be found at ASSTR.ORG and NIFTY.ORG: /files/Authors/Entropico Please consider a donation to Asstr and/or Nifty. The free side of good porn. And again: YOUR COMMENT IS WHAT IS HEARTLY WANTED :-) ======================================================================= I stopped my car near a lone home in the middle of nowhere (and nowhere really IS nowhere in the Ukrainian borderland). The day was hot and the air was stuffy. The mid of sunny July. But hot weather was nothing compared to the level of hot inside me. I was more than hot. I was horny. Horny as a hell. And all I need was to have my dick properly stuck in a tight boy's ass. I looked at the farm's main building. Fortunately, my smartphone was full of addresses like this. Years of experience and a good network of contacts always pays good. In business and in sex. The house was neglected and shabby. A typical poor farmer's facility in the east Ukraine. My large, black SUV seemed totally inadequate here. I looked around like a hunting predator (which I was, to be honest). All was peaceful and quiet. I went outside the car and approached the house. Nobody welcomed me, but I knew someone was inside. And I also knew that a visit from a car like mine could be seen as dangerous here. I smiled and knocked at the door. After a few seconds, I have heard the lock opening. The farmer appeared. I smiled again as I knew his face from my database. According to my files he was 56, but he looked much older. His thinning hair was greasy and white. His face was covered with deep wrinkles. Years of hard work, the despair and an extreme poverty have made him a ruin. We was robbed of any joy and hope and his last sense of life was vodka. The stench of hooch was so strong that for a moment I wanted to step back. But my desire was too powerful. "Hi. What a lovely hot day" I greeted him. He did not answer. Ok, enough of etiquette. "You know why I am here. You got a hidden jewel I want to use. And I am prepared to reward you for the service" He did not move, but I noticed a spark in his eyes. The ultimate greed and desire of alcohol. I smiled and took out a large bottle of cheap vodka I bought on my way. I saw the thirst in his eyes. "Take this as for my guest's gift. I will compensate your hospitality with money, too" I pointed to a ten-dollar bill sticking out of my pocket. That sealed a deal. He just grabbed the bottle, gave me an old, rusty key and showed me the stairs down to a cellar. Then he disappeared in the stinking room he called a kitchen. I heard the sound of glass poured with the vodka. I grinned. A bottle of cheap vodka and ten dollars were enough for this man to sold his own son. A son, who was waiting for breeding somewhere in the cellar. It was like going to safari for me, even though my prey was easy and without any chance to avoid the fate. Somewhere there a small, cute pussy awaited. I felt like a lion, going after some hopeless springbok. I almost smelled it. The intoxicating aroma of a fresh boy body. I stepped down in the wet and filthy corridor and faced a solid door. I opened it with the key and went in. The room was small and dimly lit. There was only a small window that allowed a sun light to pass inside. There was a small bed, covered by a dirty sheets. And there was a skinny, short boy looking at me with a visible fear in his eyes. Good. I was not here for romantic lovemaking. Today I wanted rough sex. And the power of a dominant male over a small boy hole. I grinned to the boy with a dark smile. He surely knew what was coming. He shivered and moved towards a darkest corner. He was like a small rabbit trying to escape the gaze of a snake. His heart must have been beating now very fast. I felt a growing wave of hormones rushing through my veins. "Here, boy", I growled, "Come to me" He hesitated for a second but he must have seen a fire in my eyes and he knew that it was not an empty threat. He left his safe corner and slowly moved three steps to me. Now I have seen him more clearly. He was probably 6 or 7 years old. His hair was brown and cut loose. He has big, sexy eyes in a color of a very dark beer. His lips were also big and full, quite surprising for a cub in his age. It seemed his mouth was just made for kissing and blowing a man like me. The boy was very skinny, probably because of the poor diet. I bet sometimes he must have been starving. I inspected his flat chest, covered in dirty old t-shirt, far too big for him. But to my greatest joy, he was not wearing anything more. He stood before me, pantyless, just a shivering kid in front of a horny man. His little cocklet was small, more like a big clit than a man's tool. I swallowed my saliva. My dick ached for release and made a growing bulge in my trousers. But i wanted to contemplate this boy just for a moment more. I wanted to bask in his fear and the inevitability of what was to come. "Move the shirt up", I hissed, "Show me what you have" The boy's eyes grow even bigger. "Please dont hurt me, sir...", he begged quietly "Do what I told", I growled, "NOW" He did not make a slightest gesture of protest. Instead, he grasped the bottom of his t-shirt and raised it slowly. What a view it was! His skinny, dark legs met in the cutest loins any pedophile could dream of. His tiny, smallish cocket was as perfect as his pretty ballsack. All was bald and I perfectly knew that not a one hair was removed from there. He was a fresh, cute, delicate sample of young boy. Innocent in his shame but extremely sexy. My dick almost exploded from only a view of this body. "Turn" I gasped heavily. He obeyed. I admired his perfect legs and two skinny globes of asscheeks, guarding their sweet secret. I could swear, I heard an innocent unspoken invitation: "move us apart, find this tight hole and pin this boy to the bed with your fat, adult cock" I marvelled his body when he moved again, this time without any my command. He took the t-shirt in his teeth so it would fall down, grabbed his asscheeks with his palms, spread them and bent forward. My heart almost stopped and then it started to beat like a heavy bell. This boy, so innocent, so submissive in every move was eagerly posing to me. He shared his only treasure - his tiny, cute rosebud. He offered it for close inspection. And not only an inspection. And though I knew, that his obedience was forced and his offering was not free-willed, I couldnt resist it. In a second, my trousers wend down. My dick sprung forward like a living snake. Even in this dark room I could see the head glistening with precum. With a loud growl I rushed towards the boy. I pushed him on the bed and tore his t-shirt apart. His back was boyish and totally sexy. With a strong grasp, I forced him to open his legs and to assume the breeding position. The hot, cute ass was presented to me like a rump of bitch in heat. And I was an alpha male. I spat on this sweet opening, not for his safety, but solely for my pleasure. I placed my cock on his rosebud and with all my might, I pressed myself into. He cried in pain and tried to move away, but I was ready for this. I grabbed his tiny body with my hands and immobilized him with my iron bond. "Dont even dare to move, boy!" I growled and pushed again. What could be more intense than ripping a cute seven y.o. boy like this? His sphincter tried to guard his tiny hole, but that was futile. Will all my weight I impaled the poor ass on my raging cock. He surrendered and opened enough to engulf two inches of my hot stick. I moaned deeply and withdrew a little, only to thrust again. "Nooo... please.... it hurts!" he cried "Shut up and open, cunt" I gnarled roughly He sobbed in pain, but tried to be quiet. I saw his fists grasping the blanket. When I rammed him again, he tried to remain silent and only quietly gasped in agony, but I saw his fingers clenching the sheets. Another inch came in. He was so tight, so warm inside... I held him tight and pressed even more. His tiny body trembled with pain in my strong grip. I smelled his sweat, a wonderful and intoxicating mixture of boy scent and the aroma of fear. He was so small under my body... "Noooooo it hurts!" he moaned, making my cock even harder. I tried to push more, but it was difficult. I pulled his head to me, and pressed my lips in his ear. "I dont care if it hurts, cunt. You are made for this. You are made to be fucked by a true male. And we both know you love it" "Nooo" he sobbed "Please let me free" "I will when your sweet pussy will be drowned with my spunk. You want it? Right? You want me to cum inside you?" He did not answer, but tried to escape the pain from my cock by wriggling madly under me. This movements took my arousal almost to the peak. Each of his motions allowed me to put my dick deeper and deeper. Finally, I was all inside. My balls touched his puerile bottom. His ass was sweating. "Tell me you want it", I hissed and tightened my grip on his throat. The fear of suffocation gave him another wave of strength. I felt his wonderful ass clenching around my dick. "I want... it..." he uttered. "What you want?" I demanded roughly, crushing him with my weight "I want you to cum, sir. I want you to fill me..." I loosened my grip, as my orgasm was coming and I wanted to fuck him some more. "Please come in me, sir... please fill my bottom with your sperm" he sobbed. I was hardly able to recognize the words, but I knew what he wanted to say. I raised above him and started to fuck him mercilessly. I was humping this tiny boy like a mad dog fucking his bitch in heat. I did not care about his ruined ass, I just needed to hammer him like a piston. "Please... come in me, come in me..." his repeated begs was like a music in my hears "Here it comes, son..." I growled "Take my sperm in your cunt... Take all of it... Aaaarrrgh" "Yes... yes... fill me!" he continued to beg as I thrust once more and impaled him to the hilt. My cock exploded with waves of cum. Spurt by spurt I filled his boy love channel with millions of my sperms. I could not count how many times I gushed in him. Seven? Eight? Or more... Finally, I slid from him and fell on the bed. I was one happy male! This boy was precious! We laid for some time, both panting heavily. But I was totally silent and he cried quietly. When last waves of pleasure left me, I patted my boy on his asscheek. "Good work, son. I loved every second of it. You are one hell of a cunt." I heard him fighting not to sob again. I raised on my elbow and looked at him. His rosebud was red from friction, but there were only a few traces of blood. He will live with it. "There is one more thing to do, son" I smiled to him, only to see panic in his eyes "Relax, sweetie. You need only to clean me" He did not know what he was to do. How sweet of him. He was so innocent. I grabbed his head and pushed it my limp cock. "Son, you must know your duty. My dick is dirty. Some of the sperm is still on the head. Do you think I can put such a messy penis into a clean pants?" "What I am supposed to do?", he looked at me. "Open your mouth, kiss my cock and let the nature lead you" I grinned and pushed his sweet lips into the right position. He hesitated for a moment, but my hand helped him. His lips touched my cock, delicately at first, but slowly he engulfed my organ. Oh, the warm wetness of a boy's mouth... I closed my eyes and put my hands behind my head. Resting on the bed, I allowed my kid lover took care of my cock. He quickly licked all the stains from it, but did not stop. He clearly knew his duties. Slowly at first, but faster with each move he started to bob his head. His tiny hand gripped the base of my cock, while the other caressed my balls. This caused me of course to erect again. The boy responded with even faster jiggles of his head. "Yes...", I moaned, "Good boy..." I knew my second orgasm will be deeper and more powerful. This time I allowed the boy to control the pace - I only wanted to be served. He must have been feeling it, as he continued to blow me with great eagerness. His mouth kept my dick so wet, that I heard the slurping sounds I loved so much. "Good kid... now do me... to the end... blow me...." I opened my eyes only to see the most beautiful view in the world. A willing seven years old boy, a boy I have fucked minutes age was working hard on my dick. My dick hardened even more and his grip tightened. "Yes.. yes... yes... here it comesssss" I groaned and gushed a jet of sperm right in his mouth. First... second... third wave filled his boyish lips. When my postorgasmic bliss subdued, he looked at me and presented all the sperm he caught in his mouth. Then he swallowed it all and showed the empty mouth. I smiled at him and stood up from the bed. "Good cub. Well done, boy. You have earned a small reward" I took a small bar of Milka chocolate and handed it over to the boy. His eyes widened in disbelief. "Is it... for me?" "Yes, son. Recover your strength" "Thank you, good sir" he whispered and I could swear I have seen tears of happiness in his eyes. Probably he never get anything in his life "I am sorry I cried" "No problem, kiddo" I grinned wearing my clothes "That was actually nice" "Thank you" he murmured putting some chocolate in his mouth "You were very good to me" I smiled again and head to the exit. Before I left I heard a quiet voice of my boy. "Sir... Will you visit me again? I will be waiting for you. Always." The end. (For now? It depends on you. :-)) =============== Dear reader, if you have enjoyed the story, please LET ME KNOW. I always look for readers' suggestions. Ideas for further plot development or new stories will be warmly appreciated. 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