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The bad day


     It started off as a bad day, a very bad day.  I was called
into the office at work at ten in the morning to be told that I
was no longer need and should clean out my locker immediately.
For some reason this news hit me like a ton of bricks.  It really
shouldn't have, because the shop has been slow this last couple
of months and I was not the first to go.  The shop made custom
safety harnesses out of nylon webbing similar to seatbelts. They
are used mainly in the construction industry and the building
trades are also laying off.

     In my last five years in the shop I was able to make a few
custom harnesses of my own.  These had nothing to do with safety. 
It was these "toys" that caused my wife to leave me.

     The very day after I brought home the cuffs and straps, I had
made, she packed her bags and left.  We hadn't been getting along
all that well lately and she especially didn't some of the kinky
sexual games I wanted her to play.  I had planed on having her
wear a girl scout uniform while I pretended to kidnap and rape
her. I thought it would be fun, and it made my dick hard just to
think about it.  When I went to the second hand store to by the
little girl scout outfit the only thing they had that would fit
her was a boy scout uniform.  The thought of my petite wife
dressed as a boy while I fucked the shit out of her was turning
me on.

     I loved making her stand at attention and drop her boy's
pants for inspection and she went along for a while, but when I
fucked her virgin ass, instead of her cunt, she screamed bloody
murder.  For weeks after that she would hardly talk to me and sex
was out of the question.

     That's when I came home with the cuffs and straps.  She was
taken by surprise as I came up behind her and slip the cuffs on
her wrist.  She battled like hell but it wasn't long before I had
her gaged and tied spread eagle to our bed. During the next three
hours I used her in every sexual fantasy I ever had.  She was my
sex slave.  When I shaved her pussy hair and pretended she was a
little girl, she sort of freaked out and just went along
passively with anything I did.  I put her across my lap and
spanked her bottom until it glowed red, I put dildos and other
things into every hole she has.  Then I fucked her every which
way I could think of until I fell asleep completely satisfied.

     I dreamed of fucking small hairless little girls and boys. 
Yes boys.  I had suspected my tastes were changing when I had
raped her in the boy scout uniform, but now I had to admit it to
myself; I wanted to rape and fuck a young smooth child.  A boy
child, to be my personal sex toy, my sex slave to use and abuse. 
Little boys who would scream as I forced my dick between their
smooth hairless buns and gag as I feed my cock down their
throats.

     When I awoke in the morning I noticed my wifes clothes and
car were gone and I knew she would never be back.  That was more
than two years ago and me and my two sons have got along pretty
well without her.  Oh, didn't I mention I have two sons.

     There is Billy, the oldest, now twelve and his younger
brother Bobby who is ten.  It was difficult at first without
their mother, but we managed.  Yea, I know what your thinking,
but I never touched my boys.  That is until the day I lost my
job.  Oh sure I had looked at them in their small swim suits or
in their underpants at night as we watched TV. Of course I would
lay in bed at night reading the kiddie porn I had of young boys
naked and fucking with other boys and men.  I have some really
good stuff too.  One of my favorites is of a very young boy, not
more then twelve, maybe younger, hanging by his tied wrists, from
a large hook in what looks like a barn, as a naked man about my
age, swings a belt to whip the boy's ass.  The boy, smooth and
hairless as a newborn, had a hardon that looked as if it would
break off if pulled down from his tummy.  That little hairless
cock is so cute, three inches long and pointing straight up from
his tiny little balls.  The balls in their tight sack look almost
like a half of a walnut shell.  That book and the fantasies of my
sons always got me off.

     The day I lost my job my fantasies turned into reality. I
had sat in the bar drinking shots and beers for almost two hours
when I decided I had a good enough buzz to go home.  It was only
around noon and the boys were in school, so I could snooze out
before they got home.  As I walked in the house I went straight
to my bedroom.  As I opened the door what I saw took my breath
away.  There on the bed was Bobby my youngest. He lay on the bed
his head away from me.  He was on his belly, his pants and
underpants around his ankles.  His Tee shirt was pulled up just
above the top of his little butt. And what a butt it was, smooth
hairless with youth, about the size of a split cantaloupe.  His
head was propped up and on the bed in front of him was one of my
porn magazines.  It was the one that shows a very small hairless
boy on his back, feet in the air, as a teenage boy rams a very
large cock up the small boys ass.  As Bobby looked at the
pictures I could see his tiny ass cheeks wiggle and clench.  They
were beautiful.

     He must have sensed me standing there because with a start
he turned around and stared right at me, a look of shock and fear
on his face.  We stared at each other for a few moments; I
couldn't take my eyes off his naked little dick.  It stood up
hard and pointed and not a hair on his body.  He made a grab for
his pants, but I was faster.  I grabbed the bunched up pants
between his legs and lifted them into the air.  There, to my wide
eyes was his tiny little butt, up and open like when I changed his
dippers, not too many years ago.  The pants around his ankles,
held from slipping off his feet by his sneakers, made an
excellent handle.  I pushed his legs up until his ankles were by
his ears and that hairless boy butt was pointed right at me.  Up
until this time Bobby was silent.  When he felt my hand on his
smooth little ass he started to cry " Dad, please don't spank me,
please, it was Billy who showed me your books." I'll take care of
Billy later I said as my hand swatted down on his little ass. 
After about ten whacks he was screaming and squirming all over
the bed.  I held his pants tight and reached down to rub my hand
over those buns.  I'm sure they must have felt hot, because they
were beet red, but my hand was also hot from the slaps I had
given him and all and I felt was smooth.  God were those buns
smooth, smoother than I had ever imagined a little boy's ass
could feel.  I rubbed my fingers up and down his tiny crack
feeling for his asshole. My fingers tickled his hole and what a
thrill I felt running through my balls.  I licked my finger and
smeared some spit around that little hairless hole.  A young
pliable hole that would stretch to accommodate anything I wanted
to stuff up it.  And right now I wanted to stuff my very hard
cock into this little child.

     I hooked his pants, still twisted up around his ankles,
behind my neck and started to open my pants to release my very
hard cock.  The thought came to mind that I had better use some
lube or I would rip his little ass apart.  Without thinking, I
quickly turned towards the bureau and pulled the small boy right
off the bed.  I looked at the mirror and could see my son hang
from my neck like a very large necklace.  His head hanging down
between my knees.  In the mirror I could see his tiny little
hardon pointed down towards his head.  I reached around his thin
body and stoked his little foreskin up and down.  "Boy am I glad
I talked your mother out of having you cut" I said, more to
myself then to my son.  Bobby's only response was to moan and
shake like little boys will do when they have a dry orgasm, but
his little peepee never softened one bit.

     Well things were getting a little too hot in that room and I
had to cum off, and I had to cum off now!  I dropped Bobby back
to the bed and barked " Get your close off, boy." Without a word
Bobby untangled his pants and removed them with his socks and
shoes.  One quick tug on his Tee shirt and he was naked.  God was
he beautiful.  All my fantasies of raping little boys ran through
my head as I removed my close. Bobby laid on the bed staring wide
eyed at my blood engorged cock.  "Turn over" I said, as I grabbed
his thin waist and flipped him on his belly.

     Standing at the edge of the bed, I pulled the small helpless
boy onto his hands and knees.  Rubbing the KY onto my dick and
then into his crack, I worked my finger into his little puckered
asshole.  " Push out like your trying to shit" I said.  As he did
as directed his tiny asshole opened up and let my finger slip in. 
With my finger buried all the way up my child's ass, I reached
around his thin waist to feel his hairless dick and balls.  I
rubbed my greasy hand around his little dick head and he clamped
his tiny asshole tightly to my finger.  I worked my finger, in
and out of his ass, to the sounds of his moans.  I pulled my
finger out of my little boy's ass with a pop and placing one hand
tightly on his hip, I pressed my cock head against his tiny hole.

     I was going to have to really open him up to get at his
insides, but at this point I didn't care if I killed the little
punk as long as I could cum off in his tiny ass.  I grabbed his
other hip, my fingers almost wrapping around his thin waist and
pulled him onto my dick.  At first his tiny pucker wouldn't open
and he was trying to squirm away.  "Push out" I said, and when he
did his pucker opened up and my dick was sliding in.  In one long
stroke I buried my dick balls deep into his tiny ass.  Just
seeing his tiny red ass cheeks pressed into my groin was almost
enough to make me cum. Bobby was up on his knees and panting like
a dog in heat. "Good boy" I said, " you got it all."  I started
to slide my dick out, just a little, then back in.  I never felt
anything so tight.  I never felt anything so hot.  Bobby was
moaning as I started to work my dick in and out of his ass.  I
couldn't stand it any more and blasted my load up his virgin ass. 
I held my dick still as I pumped load after load into his guts. 
As my now spent dick softened, I let it slip from his tiny ass. 
As soon as my dick was free Bobby spun around on the bed and
sitting on his folded legs in front of me, he said

   "That was wild, no wonder the boy in the book look so happy.
Can I clean your dick off ?, Dad." " Of course Bobby" I said, as
I cupped the back of his head and pulled his cute face to my
dick.  He opened his mouth like a baby bird and let me feed him
my slimy worm.  Since I was still soft I could fit the whole
thing in his mouth.  His little button nose pressed into my pubic
hair.  He slurped, licked and swallowed all the spunk and ass
juice on my dick.  Even though I had just cum the sight of my
little boy with his nose pressed into my crotch was making me
hard again.  His swirling tongue wasn't bad either.  As my dick
grew I could feel it going deeper into his small mouth and press
against his throat.  Gripping the back of his head very tightly,
I felt my dick slide down his throat.  He started to gag, then
realizing he couldn't breadth, he started to panic.  Before he
got too out of control, I pulled his head back until just the tip
of my dick was in his mouth.  He sucked a huge breath through his
nose just before I jammed my dick back down his throat.  I gave
him about ten strokes, one for each year of  his life, as he
learned to take a breath when I was on the "out" stroke.  The boy
was a natural.  I pulled my dick from his mouth, I didn't want to
cum yet.  My next load was for his brother.

     I looked at the clock on the night stand and noted we had
half an hour until Billy got home from school.  Bobby, still
sitting naked in front of me, looked up and said, "I bet things
are going to be different around here from now on".  "You bet
your ass" I said, "Now help me get things ready for your
brother".  I gave Bobby the box of cuff and straps to carry down
to the basement as I dug out some other toys to use on my boys. 
In the basement, I screwed a large hook in the ceiling and cut a
two foot piece of garden hose from some old scrap I found.  I was
going to teach Billy and Bobby to stay out of my porn.  Bobby was
still running around the house naked, I had told him he was not
allowed to wear close in the house ever again, when Billy got
home from school.

     Bobby greeted him at the door and when Billy noticed he was
naked, he excitedly exclaimed "Bobby, what are you doing?, Dad
will be home any minute".  "Dad is home" he said, "he's waiting
for you down stairs".  Billy followed Bobby down the hall and
steps to the basement, all the time noticing how red his tiny ass
cheeks were.  When they got to the basement I was waiting for
them.  When Billy saw that I was naked his mouth fell open. 
Before he could say a word I said "Bobby told me you were in my
room looking at my magazines.  Is that true?" Looking at Bobby
like he was going to die, than back at me he shook his head yes. 
"Speak up when I ask you a question boy.  "Yes sir" he said. 
Well Bobby has already had his punishment; are you ready for
yours?  Again, he looked sick and said, "Yes sir".  Good now
strip.  God, I never felt as horny as I did right now.  My little
children were going to be my personal sex slaves from now on.

     I watched Billy as he squatted down, his slim little butt
almost touching the floor as he untied his shoes. Standing up he
kicked them off and then removed his socks. "Faster" I barked as
he pulled his shirt over his head.  Boy was he cute.  His chest
still had that boyish look of a twelve year old, his belly was
thin and slightly sunken in. He looked just like his little
brother, who was now standing wide eyed, with his little boner
pointing at the ceiling. Billy, his hands shaking, reached for
the waist band of his pants, and looking pleadingly at me paused. 
"Keep going" I said.  He unsnapped his pants, pulling the sides
until the zipper pulled down, he lowered them to the floor.  He
stepped out of the legs and stood in front of me in just his
underpants.  I could see his little dick sticking up in his
briefs and wanted to reach out and crush it.  "Turn around" I
said.  Billy turned his back to me and I couldn't help admiring
his cute little butt.  Even though he is a little taller than
Bobby he is just as slim, and his boy butt was just as tight. 
His body just as hairless.  I loved that. "Put your hands on the
wall, feet back and spread them, like on the cop shows" I said. 
As he did as I told him, I came up behind him and rubbing my hard
dick on the smooth skin of his back, I reached around to his
front and ran my hands over his naked chest.  I couldn't help
twisting his little nipple.  He cried and worked his little body
back, away from my hand and into my midsection.  I ran my hands
down his belly and cupped his little hard dick through his
underpants.  He stood there shaking as I felt up his naked,
boyish body.

     "Bobby, bring me the cuffs" I said.  Bobby, scampering over
to the box he carried down the stairs, held up the two homemade
wrist cuffs and asked.  "These?".  I nodded and he brought then
over.  Holding Billy's hands over his head I buckled one cuff to
each wrist.  The cuffs are connected by a small length of chain. 
Wrapping one arm around the child's small waist and the other
holding the chain, I carried him over to the hook.  Reaching up I
hooked the chain of the cuffs over the hook and let Billy swing
free.  Seeing him hanging there from the beam, like the boy in my
magazine was making me crazy.

     "Bobby, bring me the box" I said.  Digging through the box I
came out with a gag shaped like a dick; it had a strap that went
around the back of the head, to hold it in place. I fit it on
Billy.  He gaged and choked at first, but finally learned to
breath through his nose.  Looking over at Bobby, I knew he felt
left out, so reaching in the box I pulled out a six inch butt
plug and figuring that if he had taken my cock, he could handle
it.  Bending him over the back of the old couch, I rubbed the tip
of the dildo into his little pucker. "Do it, Dad.  Fuck it into
me" he moaned, as I shoved it in. It was skinner at the base then
at the head, so it was held in place all by its self.  I grabbed
his upper arm and stood him back up.  He walked a little funny,
but his little dick stood up harder than ever.

     Walking back over to Billy, I slipped my fingers into the
waist band of his underpants and pulled them down.  His little
hairless dick was pulled painfully down then snapped up to smack
his bald pubes.  "Bring me the piece of hose, Bobby" I said. 
Taking the hose and running it over Billy's naked body, I looked
into his fear filled eyes and said, "Bobby got ten whacks for
messing with my books because he's ten, your twelve.  Do you
think you can handle twelve?  He tried to say something, but the
gag made it impossible.  I stood to the side, watching my little
boy swing naked from the hook and took my first swing.  I didn't
realize the power of the rubber hose and it had left a bright red
streak across his tiny ass.  Billy screamed as load as he could
around the gag.  Snot blew from his nose as tears ran down his
face.  I went a little softer the next time, but it still turned
his ass nice and red.  Again and again I beat his ass, back and
legs.  He was kicking and thrashing.  His legs flying every which
way.

     He lost all control and started spraying piss all over the
room.  I quickly grabbed Bobby and thrust his mouth over Billy's
dick and even though he drank down some of it, most of it got
away.  I finished off Billy's last two hit across his front, one
landing on his little hairless cock.  All this action had me
ready to bust and I was determined to cum up one of my sons
asses.  Unhooking Billy from the hook and laying him over the
back of the couch. I told Bobby to get the lube.  I lifted Bobby
and bent him over the back of the couch next to Billy.  What a
sight.  Two little boys, one ten, the other twelve, naked with
their asses high just waiting for their Daddy to use them any way
he wanted.  And right now he wanted to fuck.  Taking hold of the
butt plug in Bobby's ass I twisted it and pulled it out.  It was
covered with slime from our earlier fucking.  I took the plug and
pressed it at the opening of Billy's virgin ass.  I started to
press it in while Billy tensed and screamed through the gag.  As
I pushed harder, Bobby leaned over to his brother's ear and
whispered "Relax and push out like your taking a crap.  You'll
like it; you'll see".   Billy pushed out like Bobby had
suggested; I don't know if he was following his advice or trying
to push the dildo out.  I pushed harder until it slipped in. 
Swirling the plug around I turned back to my youngest.  I
centered my cock in his hole and pushed in.  I took ten long
strokes, one for each year of his life. I then pulled the plug
out of Billy's ass and slammed my cock up his little ass with
such force his little body stiffened as he screamed through the
gag.  I gave him twelve strokes. Back and forth I went, between
the two young boys.  Ten for one, twelve for the other.  Finely
Billy was the lucky one and I filled his virgin ass the my
biggest load ever.

   Exhausted I sat on the couch, both little boys on the floor at
my feet.  Each one hugging my legs as they played with each
other's dicks.  I wondered how I was going to pay the bills now
that I was out of a job.  Then I remembered how much I had paid
for the boy magazines and the next day I was going to buy a video
camera.

The Pervert Writer