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Sexual Perversions - 18
by Strangesub (strangesub@yahoo.com)

***

The fun and games continued. (mm/ff, youths, oral, anal,
orgy)

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PART 18

The Spring Semester at Dunwoody...

It was 1974 and I was 19 years old.

Except for a fun fuck fuck filled weekend when my 
girlfriend Pamela came up to to visit me in college and 
then later, sucking off my roommate Dick while he was 
drunk, I pretty much played with myself for most of that 
semester at Dunwoody.

Part of the reason might have been that I was stoned all 
the time - completely wasted.

Another reason might have been that I was a hippie freak 
in a preppie private college.

Or, it could have just been that it was too damn much 
trouble to find a girl to fuck.

I enjoyed my porn fantasy life and I jerked off almost 
as much as I got stoned. Pot and hashish were like an 
aphrodisiac to me.

I'd beat my meat in my dorm room with my finger up my 
ass or outside in the woods or other weird places where 
it might be dangerous.

When I went home on break, I hitchhiked. I spent a 
fuckless Easter break with my parents in the Spring as 
Pamela was off on some family trip to Barbados.

Afterwards, I hitchhiked back to Dunwoody.

I was still on the interstate when I got picked up by a 
sedate, older businessman. He had streaks of white in 
his hair and was thinner than I was. He drove a very 
nice car and was dressed very well. His name was Mr. 
Sanders and he was a high class sales rep who was 
driving back from the airport downstate after a business 
trip he had taken. He had a wife, grown kids and he 
lived in a small town about an hour from Dunwoody.

It had been a slow day hitchhiking, and it was about 8 
PM when he picked me up. By the time he got to where he 
would drop me off as he went to his house, it was almost 
10:30 PM. We had talked about his hitchhiking days and 
how he always picked people up so, I didn't find it 
strange that he offered to put me up for the night and 
drive me to Dunwoody on Sunday. We were part of the 
"hitchhiker fraternity" so, It sounded like a plan to 
me.

Mr. Sanders had a very nice large old house. We got 
there and he introduced me to his wife who was same age 
as Mr. Sanders and also very dignified and very quiet. 
After saying hello, she went to fix us both dinner.

Mr. Sanders showed me upstairs, to the room I was 
staying in.

He told me that his wife didn't mind having guests but 
that she was insistent that they be clean so - I should 
take a shower before coming down to dinner. He pulled 
out a set of silk pajamas, along with a smoking jacket 
and a very nice set of slippers and laid them on the 
bed, telling me to wear them after I took a shower. Then 
he left.

I took off my clothes in the guest bedroom, looked out 
into the hallway, and then, because I was always 
perverted, I walked naked to the shower.

The bathroom was next to their master bedroom and their 
door was partially open. I paused before going into the 
bathroom because... well, their bedroom door was half 
open and I was a pervert. I snuck down the hallway naked 
and peered around the corner of the open door. Their 
bedroom was empty and it looked pretty normal. I thought 
of walking in there naked and looking around and maybe 
even jerking off. As usual, I got hard just thinking 
about it. I stood there in the hallway for a moment, 
naked and stroking my meat but, finally - I didn't want 
to push my luck. I retreated and went to take my shower.

I continued to fantasize in the shower as I soaped my 
hard cock. I didn't actually jerk off, I just played 
around with the erotic feeling of my stiff prick. I 
figured I would cum in bed after dinner, wiping my jiz 
on their curtains or pillowcase.

During the shower and while drying myself off, still 
playing with my hard cock, I fantasized about sneaking 
into the master bedroom and fucking Mrs. Sanders. She 
was old but not in too bad shape... I imagined myself 
spreading her legs, probing her from the back and 
opening her vagina while she was still half asleep, as 
her husband slept on beside her. I would ram my cock 
into her fuck hole and cum, shooting my hot sperm deep 
into her cunt and then pulling out and spraying her 
asshole and naked thighs. She would never know it was me 
as I crept away, leaving her pussy and thighs dripping 
with my spunk.

Still naked and sporting a steel hard boner, I walked 
back to my bedroom.

I was such a pervert.

I put on the pajamas and robe and slippers and went 
downstairs for dinner. I felt erotically charged at the 
ways that I was abusing the Sanders in my head. My dick 
only got semi soft during dinner as I continued to run 
sex scenarios through my mind... 

Mrs. Sanders was almost like a maid or housekeeper as 
she served us both dinner. She didn't talk at all and 
Mr. Sanders treated her somewhat as if she was the hired 
help.

After dinner, Mr. Sanders took me into his den for 
brandy and cigars. 

I was almost high at this point. Here I was in this old 
house in the middle of nowhere where the respectable old 
people who were hosting me were treating me like an 
prince; I was dressed in the finest silk pajamas and a 
real smoking jacket; we were going to sit around like a 
couple of fine old gentlemen smoking cigars and drinking 
fine brandy; and I was still having sex fantasies 
running through my mind.

My dick kept on getting hard and then drooping until a 
new perversion popped into my head. 

Mt. Sanders had a fire going in the fireplace and the 
whole deal of what a classic den ought to be - side bar, 
ice, tongs, tumbler glasses. It was so cool. He poured 
out brandy into brandy snifters and prepared our cigars, 
explaining both how one prepared brandy and smoked 
cigars and then, we sat in two large wing chairs in 
front of the fire. It was elegant.

Mr. Sanders told me about his sales trips, and drew me 
out, asking about my hitchhiking experiences. At some 
point I was talking about getting high and he 
interrupted me, saying "Well, Greg, I'm glad you told me 
about smoking pot, because I wasn't sure whether or not 
to be a good host and offer you some."

He then went over to tobacco humidor and brought out a 
pipe, which he proceeded to fill up with weed from the 
humidor. He tamped it down professionally and brought it 
over to me with a light and a combination pipe stand and 
cigar holder.

"Please," he said, taking my half smoked cigar and 
putting on the cigar holder and giving me the pipe, "Let 
me light this for you."

Far fucking out, was all I could think. No one is ever 
going to believe this shit...

I took a big hit of some very fine marijuana as Mr. 
Sanders lit the pipe. 

We continued talking as I got progressively high on 
really good weed and we both drank more brandy.

Mr. Sanders kept up the refills on both of our glasses, 
always explaining how to best enjoy the brandy and how 
it would interact with soothing my throat from the pot 
fumes. He was quite impressive and exuded this confident 
magnetism that had me listening to every word he said.

I don't know how long we sat there, but the time went by 
and I became totally wasted and drunk and was feeling 
great. My dick was throbbing, sticking out of my pajama 
fly but still covered by the smoking jacket. The pot 
made me really horny.

As some point, I realized Mr. Sanders was talking about 
sex. Far fucking out...

He was talking about young woman that had come on to him 
at a sales meeting and how he had stayed behind in the 
conference room afterwards. He explained, in graphic 
detail, how he made this girl strip and then put her up 
onto the conference room table and fucked her in the 
ass.

I hung on every word and had my hand in my lap, 
preventing my hard cock from lifting the opening of the 
smoking jacket...

Then Mr. Sanders asked, "So, have you ever been fucked 
in the ass on your travels Greg?"

I was stoned, wasted, and my prick was throbbing... I 
just started telling him about the fuck orgy at Lake 
Tahoe. I made it out as if it was all accidental (which 
it was) and I was really into fucking girls, but I 
enjoyed telling him how this famous lead singer and 
another friend with a giant cock were both practically 
begging me to fuck my ass. Somehow I ended up 
reminiscing about get fucked by truckers at the rest 
stop... I kind went off solo in my stoned erotic state 
and somewhere just let the smoking jacket open and 
massaged my cock as Mr. Sanders watched...

"From the look of it, I guess you really enjoyed that, 
didn't you Greg?" said Mr. Sanders, watching jerk 
myself.

In spite of all the weird and exhibitionist sexcapades 
that I had already participated in, right at that 
moment, I was suddenly tremendously embarrassed at what 
the fuck I was doing.

I was telling this guy what kind of sick fuck I was. I 
had to stop!

I didn't know what to do. I was afraid that Mr. Sanders 
thought that I was sounding like a pervert and I 
instinctively put my hands over my stiff cock, trying to 
hide it. Of course I felt even stupider doing that. I 
looked down at the floor trying to come up with 
something to say. I was stoned and drunk I had been 
"caught" being a pervert. I didn't remember that Mr. 
Sanders had brought it up in the first place. 

"It's all right, Greg," said Mr. Sanders, getting up 
from his chair and coming over to mine. "There's nobody 
here but us boys." 

He looked at my hands covering my erection and said "Let 
me see that nice cock of yours."

Then, he reached down and his hands went to my hard 
dick, moving my own hands aside, sliding down my shaft. 
He opened the wide slit of my pajamas and pulled my 
genitals out. One hand grasped my balls. Then his 
fingers and thumb looped around my scrotum and he 
pulled.

"Huhhh," I gasped.

I froze.

He gently squeezed my nut sack, sending a wave of erotic 
sensations throughout my genitals. Adrenaline kicked in, 
my heart started racing, and my prick started throbbing. 
I couldn't believe this. I was totally unprepared for 
his fondling my balls. My eyes went wide and I stopped 
breathing for a second. Except for the fact that we were 
talking about our sex, I was dumbfounded. This was his 
house! He was old; he was married and his wife was 
somewhere in the house! 

He bent down and pulled me closer by my balls and put 
his mouth to mine.

I took a long shuddering gasp of air. Jesus! Whoa!

Now, this should have been no big deal to me - after 
all, I had had a fair amount of homo sex - but I was not 
used to my fantasy world coming true with some casual 
stranger.

All of the male/male sex I had had was rationalizable to 
me by the fact that I was a wild and crazy guy who went 
with the flow; I was just a horny little fucker who 
ended up with other perverts like me.

But, to have some successful, respectable businessman 
who was old enough to be my father grab me by the balls 
and start kissing me on the mouth in his den and his 
house when his wife was there, was fucking outrageous. 
And, there was nothing I could do about it. I didn't 
want to offend him. And, my stiff rod was jumping due to 
the titillating pressure on my balls as he steadily 
pulled me to him.

My heart was hammering again and I didn't know what to 
do, so, in spite being overwhelmed by fear, I let him 
kiss me.

He kissed me and I felt his tongue probing at my lips. 
Again, I was at a loss. I opened my mouth and his hot 
tongue snaked in, licking my teeth and gums. I gave out 
a moan as he continued to pull my balls to him, 
massaging my stiff dick.

"Stand up, Greg," he commanded.

I did so, with his hand still trapping my cock and 
balls. 

"I want you to undress me," he said, looking directly 
into my eyes, squeezing my naked cock and balls as I 
moaned. 

Trembling, I began undoing his pants while he opened my 
pajama waist and let them fall to the floor. As I pulled 
down his pants and underwear, freeing his semi-hard 
dick, he undid my pajama shirt, pushing it and the 
smoking jacket off of my shoulders.

By the time we were both naked, his cock was hard and I 
moaned as it pressed against mine. His hand went to my 
head and he held me there while he again explored my 
mouth with his tongue. My stiff meat started aching as 
he pressed tight against me, his white haired chest 
against my curly red haired chest; his stiff manhood 
pressing against mine. His hand released my balls and 
went around to my ass, kneading my backside, squeezing 
my ass cheeks. 

My hands were in fists by my side, clenching and 
shuddering, afraid to move. His tongue licked at the 
back of my throat as he tried to devour me. I was 
shaking now, overpowered by the passion of his embrace, 
sensualized by the ardor with which he attacked me. He 
reveled in my young flesh, despoiling my nakedness, his 
hands now roaming all over - my back, my naked thighs, 
my neck, my arms. I was having trouble breathing in my 
stoned, drunken state at the intensity of his assault. 

"God, you're beautiful," he said, taking his mouth off 
of mine and licking my neck.

I was panting at his lecherous energy while he licked my 
neck, then down to my nipples, his hands still marauding 
over my hot skin. He took a nipple and gently nipped at 
it, pulling it back with his teeth.

"OHhhhhhh," I moaned at this unexpected erotic pain.

My mind was reeling. I couldn't believe this was 
happening. This guy was making love to me. I flashed 
back to my older brother squeezing my nipples and 
fucking my ass. Again, I felt totally turned on by this 
old man's passionate claim to my body. 

"Yes," he murmured as his tongue continued to lick its 
way down my chest, "you are a beautiful, beautiful boy. 
Sit down now."

As his mouth sucked on my belly button, he moved me with 
his hands back to the wing chair and I sat on cushion. 
He knelt down between my open thighs and started licking 
the top of my hard prick.

"Ohhh," he sighed, pleased, as he licked the clear fluid 
that was oozing from my cock head, "you taste so good. 
Soo good."

I leaned back against the chair, surrendering myself to 
his possession of my hard cock. We were naked in his 
den, the hot warmth of the fire against his back as he 
clasped my shaft and again encircled my balls with his 
other hand, pulling on them in erotic torture. He 
engulfed my rod with his warm, wet mouth. I began 
panting, feeling that I was about to burst as he 
swallowed my dick, masturbating the base with his hand 
and milking my nuts by stretching and compressing them. 

"AH, Ohhhh," I moaned, my hips jerking my hard cock 
upwards, deeper into his hot mouth, knowing that I was 
about to go past the point of no return.

I felt the heat of orgasm coming on when he abruptly 
removed his mouth and squeezed the base of my prick 
hard, while at the same time he mashed my sensitive 
balls in his hand.

"AHHHH!" I yelled at the pain, sitting bolt upright in 
shock.

My cock pulsed in frustrated orgasm, a tiny jolt running 
through it. 

"Shhhh," he admonished, releasing his steel grip and 
standing upright. "We're only just beginning the fun, my 
pretty boy."

My nuts started pulsing in abused sensuality at this 
sudden attack and release. My aching shaft pulsed trying 
to recapture an orgasm and I was still shaking.

"Now, let's see what you can do with that cute mouth of 
yours."

I had been watching his face in my surprise and now, he 
tipped my head forward, closing my legs with his knees 
and straddling me so that his semi-erect cock was 
directly in front of me. He pulled my head towards his 
manhood.

"Go ahead son." he crooned, "take daddy's cock in your 
mouth. Be a good cocksucker and make me hard."

His fat, uncircumcised penis bobbed in front of my face, 
curving upwards in its excited condition. Wet secretions 
were covering the fold of skin around his cock head. I 
was mesmerized by the weirdness of it all. I was on the 
stoned verge of an incomplete orgasm and he was 
demanding that I suck his man meat. His pubic hair was 
thick and bristly, shot through with white hairs and 
this cock was much bigger than my own boy meat.

He was calling the shots and I was somehow under his 
control now.

I opened my mouth and licked at the rubbery glans, 
licking around the foreskin, my tongue penetrating to 
the slit of his cock head. He pushed my head and his 
thick cock slid into my mouth, his foreskin rolling down 
my tongue. I could feel him pulse inside my mouth as he 
started fucking my face, controlling my head with his 
hands and pushing his hips against my face. I started 
losing all inhibitions in my degraded lust as he forced 
his

stiff tool into my mouth. His meat got bigger and harder 
until it started hammering at the back of my mouth, his 
thick shaft stretching my lips wide. I frantically tried 
to relax under his relentless pressure because there was 
nowhere to go - he had an iron grip on my head.

I felt him pull my head forward while wiggling his hips, 
trying to get his long rod as far in my face as he could 
go, pulling back and pressing harder against my throat, 
choking me and then pulling back again. He took his 
time, controlling my mouth on his massive cock, 
alternately letting me breath and suck and then pressing 
deep into me again, shoving his fat cock into my mouth 
cunt, until finally, the thick shaft popped into my 
throat, the foreskin rolling down, while the bulbous 
cock head blocked my air passage, gagging me. But then 
he wouldn't let go! He pressed his choking rod farther 
into my gullet as my air was cut off and my gag reflex 
told me to vomit.

"GHHhhhhggg," I gurgled desperately.

"AHHhhhhhh, my darling boy," he exclaimed between 
gritted teeth, wiggling his engorged penis in my throat, 
enjoying my distress, "I want to teach you everything."

He pulled his erection from my esophagus, still holding 
on to my head as I lurched forward, gagging, panting for 
air. He held my face against his hairy crotch, my eyes 
against his pubic hair, my nose nuzzling his balls with 
his aroused prick rubbing against my forehead as I 
gasped for breath. He let me relax and catch my wind, 
and then he yanked my head back by my his fingers 
entwined in my long red curly hair.

"Ohhhhh," I breathed out, looking up into his face as he 
rubbed the tip of his prick across my face.

My mouth was open and I was mesmerized. This guy was in 
total control and he knew it. A dim part of my mind was 
bewildered by this. I had never felt so subservient 
before and certainly not with some kind of father 
figure. He actually scared me a little with this sort of 
Jekyll and Hyde switch - the nice Mr. Sanders and now 
this rapist.

But my cock was so hard that it hurt. I could feel his 
phantom cock where it had lodged in my throat. And the 
heaving pants that I had were more due to naked 
wantonness than to any lack of air. I wanted his cock. I 
wanted to be his fuck toy. I wanted to be a fucking 
faggot homo again. 

He smiled at me and traced the wet head of his nine 
inches around my open lips, caressing my face with his 
other hand.

"Oh... It would be so nice if you were my boy."

My tongue flicked out to lick the shiny mushroom shaped 
head of his hard cock. He had huge organ and I was 
caught now, and I didn't know why. And I didn't care. 
His casual violation of me had me longing for sex. I 
felt like he could do anything at this point.

"Would you like to be my boy?" he asked.

With my heart hammering, still afraid, I nodded yes, 
captivated by slavish lust.

"I knew you were something special when I picked you up, 
Greg," taking my face between his hands and bringing me 
to my feet. "You're going to be my little boy. And 
you're going to do whatever I tell you to do."

He eyes were bright with exuberant lust. He drew my 
mouth to his face, again kissing me, his head bobbing 
and weaving, his tongue probing in my mouth, licking my 
face, his cock slapping mine as his hips moved in a 
fucking motion. He kissed and licked my face in 
passionate abandon for awhile. And I responded in kind. 
Finally, still holding my face between his hands, he 
looked me in the eye.

"Now," he explained, "I want you to just do what I tell 
you to do."

One hand slid down to my genitalia and he gripped my 
balls again and squeezed. He smiled as my mouth opened 
in a silent moan. 

"Uhhhhhh," I groaned at the this exquisite torture.

"God, you're hot," he breathed into my ear, tonguing it, 
wetting it with his saliva.

He released my balls and, opening the door he said, "Get 
down on your hands and knees."

I got on my hands and knees while he opened the door to 
the hallway. He stepped out, naked, his erection looking 
massive, jutting out from his groin. He beckoned me to 
follow him. He walked to the stairs, looking back at me 
waved that that I should crawl after him.

I couldn't believe this anymore. It was as if I got lost 
in a sick negative of my fantasies. I crawled into the 
hallway on my hands and knees, my stiff naked manhood 
dripping with precum. This was really crazy. I felt like 
I did back when I was running around naked in my 
neighborhood. I wondered if his wife was part of this 
scenario... This was total porn.

He knelt on the stairs, halfway up, as I crawled up 
behind him. He reached behind his ass and opened up his 
ass cheeks, exposing his brown, wrinkled hole.

I knew what he wanted and I crawled up to his ass, and 
licked my tongue up his thigh until I got to his ass 
cheeks. He patiently waited until I licked the inside of 
his asscheeks, finally tonguing his brown hole. Mr. 
Sanders moaned with contentment.

It gave me a slutty thrill to suck this old man's 
asshole on the stairs in his house. It seemed that I was 
made to be on my knees, my face buried in Mr. Sanders' 
ass-cheeks, my tongue tunneling up into his moist anal 
chute. I eagerly shoved my face deep into his ass crack 
and sucked on his hot, slimy anus. 

Mr. Sanders sighed and moaned as I sucked hard at his 
hairy manhole. I stuck out my tongue and forced it into 
the hole, tasting the hot tangy flavors of pungent anal 
sweat and the bitter, nasty taste of shit!

I moaned with slavish, wanton lust and frenched his 
hairy anal ring! I loved hearing Mr. Sanders soft, 
grunting moans and I licked him all over, nibbling on 
the inside of his ass cheeks and then going back into 
his asshole for more. I lapped at his ass, cleaning it 
and sucking on it over and over until Mr. Sanders 
finally got up, leaving me panting naked on the stairs, 
his ass juices smearing my face.

Mr. Sanders walked up the stairs and I continued on all 
fours, following him to my bedroom. I was totally mind 
fucked; sex fucked; stoned fucked; and whatever he 
fucking wanted. I wanted to be his sex toy boy.

He sat on the bed. He beckoned me to come over next to 
his side. I looked up at him sitting there, trying to 
see his face in the darkness, and he again bent down and 
took my face between his hands, bringing me up to the 
level of his crotch. Then he laid back onto my pillow, 
stretched his legs out on the bed and guided my mouth to 
his cock. I had to stand up to bend over his manhood, 
its thick crown waving in the air.

I started licking his large cock head, moving his 
foreskin about with my tongue. He put a hand on my neck, 
pushing me down, his fat cock again piercing my mouth, 
sliding back to my throat again. I put my hands on his 
balls and cock shaft to keep from falling over while he 
started fucking my mouth with his meat. I gobbled his 
manhood, getting turned on all over again by the purely 
bizarre scenario that was going on. He pulled my head 
off his prick.

"Suck on my balls," he whispered in a sotto voice.

I slobbered down his veined shaft, moaning in the back 
of my throat, until I got to his hairy balls, drooling 
on them, slicking them with my tongue and then sucking 
them into my mouth. Then he yanked my face off of his 
balls, driving his hard cock back into my mouth, his 
formidable shaft again buried itself in my throat, 
choking me with his fuck meat. Then, suddenly, he pulled 
me off of his cock again and pushed me onto the bed.

"Lie on your back," he said, and as I did so, he 
straddled my hips, facing me, kneeling over my cock.

He bent my stiff meat with one hand and sat down on its 
tip, opening his ass crack with the other. He inserted 
the tip of my boy meat into his asshole, heavily 
lubricated by my spit, and pushed down quickly, 
savagely, all at once.

"AHHHuuhhhnnnnnn," he groaned as my boy cock slid 
quickly into his asshole.

He started twitching his hips, fucking my young flesh as 
he pulled on his massive cock, masturbating over my 
belly. With the other hand, he reached out and grabbed 
one of my nipples, pinching it painfully.

"AAhuuuuuuuuh, noo," I moaned, overloaded with 
submissive pleasure, pain and lust.

My cock was chafing in his asshole, wanting to cum in 
the worst way, but I was still very drunk and he wasn't 
really pumping my meat - he was stimulating his own 
lecherous asshole. 

"Lift your head up and open your mouth," he moaned, his 
eyes glazed with passion.

I complied and he took his hand off of my nipple and put 
it behind my head, his strong arm pulling me painfully 
towards him.

"Uhh, nn, nn, nn," grunted my cock rapist as I saw his 
semen come gushing out, flying onto my face, spurting 
onto my waiting tongue.

I furiously tried to keep my mouth open for his cum, 
feeling a used eros - my cock was aching in his ass, hot 
sperm was splashing on my face and chest - I felt like 
an erotic fuck toy, willing to submit to any aberrant 
degradation. My degraded drunken stoned lust took over 
as he continued to shoot his spunk into my mouth and 
face. I shook and moaned as I felt his asshole clutch my 
rigid penis as he convulsed in orgasm.

Finally, still panting, he relaxed, letting my head go, 
sitting on my cock, his hand around his softening meat. 

"Ahhhh," he murmured in satisfaction as he slid off my 
hard pole, getting up and standing on the floor.

"Oh fuck boy... you are sweet," he said as he leaned 
over, kissed and licked my cum covered, ass stained, 
lips.

I jerked upwards to exchange tongues with him, but he 
stood up and said, " Go to sleep. We'll talk tomorrow."

And he just walked out of the room, still naked. I lay 
there in the darkness, panting silently, everything 
spinning. I felt drunk and a little bit sick and over 
adrenalized. My cock was still hard and hurting, but 
when I reached for it, I could feel the slickness of his 
asshole all over me. I squeezed my dick while I slowly 
passed out, naked, my face, chest and mouth coated with 
his sperm, in a drunken, victimized stupor.

***

The next day was Sunday. I woke up in the exact same 
position that I had fallen asleep in. My hand was still 
around my cock and I had a massive piss hard on. I 
immediately started breathing heavily as I squeezed my 
cock. Jesus. I wondered if I had stayed hard all night. 
It felt like it. I had a slight hangover headache, but 
my mouth tasted like used cum and shit. I inadvertently 
took my hand off of my cock to wipe my face. 

Christ! My hand smelled like shit and my face smelled 
like shit and I felt like shit. Feeling bizarre and 
still horny in a nauseous sort of way, I stumbled out of 
bed and threw on my underwear, just in case Mrs. Sanders 
was around. I opened the doorway and looked out into the 
hallway.

"Greg," I heard Mr. Sanders voice from downstairs. 
"Finally up, are you. Hold it right there for a second."

Oh no, I thought as I heard him come up the stairs, I 
really had to pee. I smelled like shit. My mouth was 
crusty with shit and cum.

"There you are," he said spying me in the doorway - he 
was still in his bathrobe.

He had a glass of something in his hand.

"Underwear? Don't worry about that - we go pretty 
natural around here."

"Uhh, Mr. Sanders," I demurred, "I really have to pee."

"Wonderful, my gorgeous boy, let's go into the 
bathroom."

Oh no, now what. I can't do this, I thought. Shit. I 
just woke up. I was hung over. I really had to piss. But 
I let him prod me to the bathroom.

"Uhh, look," I said hoarsely; my mouth really tasted bad 
- I could imagine shit and cum clogging my throat.

"Be a good boy," he said as he pushed me toward the 
toilet. "Sit down."

Ohh, not again, I thought. "I can't, please, I just..."

He cut me off. "You need take a pisser. It's Okay. Sit 
down."

I sat on the open toilet seat.

"Here, drink this." he said, handing me the glass. "Hair 
of the dog, you know..."

I accepted the glass and drank it gratefully. I don't 
know what was in it, but it helped settle my stomach. 

Mr. Sanders reached down and pulled the front of my 
underwear over my blood filled cock.

"All right son, go ahead." His hand pressed my pissful 
hard on against my belly.

Damn, I thought as I finished the glass. What was he 
going to do? Drink my pee? Make me piss on myself? But I 
had to piss bad and he had this eccentric authority over 
me. Like this was what we do in his house... Fuck it. I 
couldn't stand it anymore and I relaxed my bladder and 
let the piss rise through my stiff member. I relaxed, 
concentrating, putting the glass on the bathroom sink, 
closing my eyes and opening my mouth. Just as I felt the 
piss ready to gush out, Mr. Sanders put a hand to the 
back of my head again and again tilted my face and body 
over, downwards towards my cock.

"Open up," he said as my piss shot out and he directed 
my cock toward my face.

I closed my eyes and mouth in disbelief as my hot urine 
splashed off my nose.

"Open your mouth boy!" he commanded as he bent me 
farther over, pulling me towards my fountaining cock.

I obeyed - in weakness; in astonishment; in forbidden 
eroticism; just wanting to find out what the fuck it 
tasted like; or just plain cowardice. Whatever it was, I 
obeyed and peed into my face, into my own mouth.

It was a relief and the sour, stale liquor piss splashed 
off of my teeth and tongue, spraying into my throat, 
cleaning the foul taste of shit and cum from my mouth 
while soaking my thin beard and splashing off of my 
face, onto my hairy chest and belly and dripping on the 
floor and toilet between my legs. I let it fly. The 
whole sensation was one of surrender to an orgasm that 
covered my body. My prick spewed forth its warm liquid, 
covering me in an obscene, pornographic surge - Another 
flashback of Peter pissing all over my face after he 
made me suck him off... And Bill spraying me in the 
bathtub with his massive hard on.

"Ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh," I helplessly moaned as the hot 
fluid sprayed into my face and hair.

I could have cut off my flow, but I didn't. It felt so 
good and, again I was caught by my own desire to become 
captive to this humiliating domination. I kept on peeing 
and peeing, Mr. Sanders directing my spouting cock up 
against my belly, soaking my entire torso with urine.

By the time I was reduced to a dribble of piss, I was 
panting with the degrading sexuality of it all and my 
prick was stiffening with a new intoxicated perversity.

"Ohhh," said Mr. Sanders, releasing my prick and 
standing up. "That was nice, wasn't it? You are such an 
obedient son. Now its daddy's turn."

He shucked off his bathrobe and stood naked before me, 
his beefy cock only slightly hard, thick between his 
legs. I stared at it, enthralled as he held it in his 
hand, drew back the foreskin to expose his cock head and 
pointed it towards my face.

"Open up." he said smiling. "I've had to save this all 
morning."

My mouth hung dumbly open as stepped up and put the tip 
of his cock between my lips. Then he let fly a stream of 
hot piss directly into my waiting oral cavity. I jerked 
backwards in disbelief, but in the strange kinkiness of 
actually sitting there and getting pissed on - I let him 
do it. I didn't close my lips.

His scalding, bitter urine filled my mouth and gushed 
out the sides, splashing onto my chest and arms. I was 
insane. 

"Drink up son," he directed.

I closed my mouth, his yellow waste splashing over my 
lips, saturating my face and hair as I swallowed. Fuck, 
I thought, as I felt the harsh fluid in my digestive 
system, I've lost my fucking mind. But... my dick stayed 
hard...

Everything was on fire as he moved his stream down my 
body, peeing on my hard on, soaking my underwear. I was 
trembling with an incredible debased raunchiness. I 
looked up at him in wonder, astonished that he could do 
this to me. I was his willing toilet and somewhere in my 
mind, that idea was totally disgusting. But right then, 
I was so turned on by it all. 

"Now, you're all pissed son," he said, almost laughing, 
his powerful flow reduced to a trickle. "Clean up this 
last little drop."

He put his wet cock head to my mouth and I licked clean 
the piss slit, starting to play with his foreskin with 
my lips. I was on a trip, out of my body. This wasn't 
me. But I was so turned on again that I was panting in 
lust. I mouthed his soft cock, taking more of it in 
between my lips. God, I was hot.

"We'll have to get rid of some of that hair," he said, 
pulling his cock from my mouth and turning around to 
rummage in the medicine cabinet. "Don't move now."

He pulled out some barber's scissors and said, "Let's 
get rid of that beard."

"Fuck." I said in astonishment. 

He pulled on my beard and snipped off a piece.

He looked me in the eyes as he did this. My universe 
started shrinking and he began to appear like a father 
figure to me. I was entrapped in a forbidden 
intertwining of my pulsing cock; my submissive 
degradation; and a sick desire to please... daddy?

It was an erotic spell of surrender. Even my prize 
symbol of hippiedom was fair game in this bizarre house. 
It was turning me on even more to have him cut off my 
beard, his soft, thick cock dangling in front of my 
face. He was in total sexual control and I simply went 
with the flow. Amazing.

It was a good thing that he was only nuts and not 
insane. Being older and wiser now, I would have been 
terrified and stopped him (I think) today. I mean there 
was some crazoid old lecher who was reveling in my young 
naked bod, waving scissors around at my throat. And then 
at my balls. I might have even stopped him then, but he 
paused, looked at me thoughtfully, and said, "Son, this 
could take a little bit, and I want you to relax again, 
so I'm going to let you get high..."

With that he left and went into his bedroom. I thought 
about getting up and halting this insanity, but I was 
soaked with our piss, I was still drowning in 
submission. And, in some strange fashion, I figured it 
couldn't get any worse.

He came back a pipe of pot. I laughed. He gave it to me 
saying, "I want you to be happy now while I make you 
even more lovely than you already are. I know how much 
you enjoy this...

Damn. I stared at him. I was sitting there soaked with 
our piss; he was naked; he wanted to cut off my fucking 
hair...

My internal eternal hippie, who was a slave to all 
things sensual, asserted itself.

I smoked the pipe and he picked up the scissors.

He cut my whole beard off and then shaved me with an 
electric razor. All the time I was getting high and he 
was murmuring about what a sweet boy I was and how I was 
going to make love to him. And the fact was, that he 
wasn't just playing as he told me over and over again 
how great looking I was. He really meant it. His own 
cock grew as he shaved my face clean and started working 
on my chest hair.

And getting shaved turned me on. It was an incredible 
sensual high. Someone else's hands manipulating my skin, 
controlling me in ways that no one had ever done before. 
I got hotter and hotter.

He made me raise my arms and shaved my armpits clean. 
Then, he continued down my chest to my stomach.

After shaving my belly, he removed my piss soaked 
underwear and started on my pubic hair. I got harder and 
higher as I submitted to him. The feeling was out of 
this world.

I had always been particularly horny in the mornings, 
usually masturbating after I took my morning piss. Now, 
he was prolonging my sexual high, getting me high, 
extending it into some other weird place where I was 
luxuriating in his attentions with a sensual overload. 
He did all of my pubic hair, squeezing my throbbing 
erection as he moved it this way and that, stretching my 
balls to shave the hairs off of my nut sacks. All it 
would have taken was some good hard squeezes with his 
hand and I would have erupted, flinging my spunk all 
over everything.

"Now, get up and turn around," he said.

I stood up and turned my ass to him.

"Bend over, my boy," said Mr. Sanders.

I bent over, opening up my asshole to him again, my 
forehead resting on the toilet seat.

He first washed the crack of my ass, rubbing the rough 
washcloth across my sensitive anus; then he washed my 
dirty cock and balls, reaching underneath me and pulling 
my hard on painfully backwards. I started quivering as 
he shaved my ass crack.

"OooHhhhh," I moaned at this unbelievable stimulation, 
my cock bobbing underneath me, leaking its pre cum 
fluid.

"My boy, my boy," he exulted, rubbing my naked asshole, 
while I moaned and shook "you look fantastic. Sit down 
again."

His cock was now hard. And it was fucking immense. It 
was probably 6 inches around and 9 inches long. The man 
was well endowed. It looked awesome. I watched his hard 
prick as he went back to the medicine cabinet and pulled 
out a small bottle. He splashed some liquid in his hands 
and applied it to my naked pubic area.

"AHH, Jesus!" I cried, my eyes snapping wide open.

I gasped as he laughed. He had applied an astringent 
aftershave.

"All right," he said, "you look good for now. Let's buff 
you up."

"What?" I queried.

I was very stoned now, as he pulled me to my feet. I was 
stoned and living in an unreal fantasy.

"Like a good son," he quipped, "you've got to look 
good."

He turned me around to look in the full length bathroom 
mirror and slapped my ass. 

"You're going to look so fine..." he said.

Mr. Sanders was one fucked up pervert. But what the hell 
- looking at my smooth naked genitals, the aftershave 
still stinging, turned me on.

I ran my hands over my smooth, hairless body, reveling 
in the sensual feel and sight of my young hot flesh...

"I can't believe how lucky I was to pick you up," he 
continued to gush as went to a cabinet and took out a 
big plastic bottle. "You are so beautiful."

I had lost my mind by now. I was stoned with carnal 
lust, primping and swaying in front of the mirror, 
totally turned on for anything. Was this really 
happening, I thought?

I was really, really stoned. I felt so perverse and 
degraded. Mr. Sanders was pushing all of my buttons...

He smacked my ass again, and I felt him pour oil from 
the bottle on my naked back...

"Someday, maybe we'll do this outside... I might just 
take you into the yard and let the neighbors play with 
your hot, young body. Would you like that?" Mr. Sanders 
purred as he coated my back and ass with oil. "You could 
be my lawn ornament. A young hole for the people to piss 
and cum into... Would you like that? 

"Ohhhhhh... fuck..." I moaned.

I was so fucking high. I was so turned on. I was so 
damned overwhelmed at the incredible sensual rush of my 
nude and hairless body that I didn't give a fuck. He was 
talking my fantasy language now...

He continued describing how he'd like to show me off 
around the neighborhood, while he rubbed oil over my 
freshly shaved body, moving around to my naked chest and 
nipples, his hands rising up to caress my face, letting 
the oil drip down over my cock onto the bathroom floor.

He turned me around and kissed me again, again thrusting 
his tongue into my mouth, as he liberally applied the 
oil to my belly and then my cock and balls, slicking 
them up, squeezing and letting them slide through his 
fingers.

The sensations were incredible and I let myself go, just 
a hot fuck boy in heat. Whatever Mr. Sanders wanted, he 
could have. 

I was moaning in pure lust at his attentions. I started 
humping his naked form, rubbing my oil slicked body 
against his as he kissed me, devouring my young mouth 
while he joined our slippery cocks together with his 
hand, rubbing back against me.

I caressed his back in genuine passion, pulling him to 
me and he shoved his 9 inch monster under my balls and 
between my legs.

I squeezed my thighs, letting him fuck my slick flesh; 
his mouth devouring mine. He pulled back as I started to 
fuck my hips, trying to satisfy his cock between my 
legs. Everything was insanely erotic.

Then, he slid his hands around my ass, squeezing my 
naked butt, opening my ass cheeks and sliding his 
fingers into my crack to my asshole.

"OHhhhhhh," I moaned, squatting and allowing him access 
while he pushed at my tight asshole with his oily 
fingers.

"UHhhhhh, shit," I grunted as he shoved his fingers into 
my ass, the slick fluid letting them force open my anal 
ring.

"AAAhhhh," I cried out as I jumped and fell against him, 
hanging onto his naked flesh.

"Oh my baby, you've got such a pretty ass too,' he 
remarked, jabbing his fingers farther into me, opening 
my asshole firmly for the first time since my own 
fingers had been up there.

"Ohh, noooo, nnooo... please," I begged at his assault.

I was so hot... but he was forcing more of a finger from 
each hand into my unused hole and it hurt... It hurt so 
good... 

He pulled on hand from my ass and poured more oil onto 
my cock and balls and ass, letting the oil flow down 
onto his arm and pool into the other hand still worming 
its way into my ass.

"Ohhhh yeahhh... Oh fuck yeah..." I moaned at the 
incredible sensations, sitting on his fuck finger, 
letting him support my naked body as his finger 
penetrated all the way into my asshole.

The oil flowed down my body; on the inside of my thighs; 
dripping into the growing pool of oil soaking my feet on 
the floor.

Mr. Sanders made me moan and jump, fucking his finger in 
and out until he pulled it out again and again coated my 
whole asscrack with oil.

He turned me around and pushed two fingers in again, 
opening my tender anus, making me groan with pleasure 
pain. He added a third finger and wiggled them back and 
forth in my shit hole, trying to penetrate me deeper.

"Please," I begged, my breath caught in my throat, "I 
can't... It's... it's... too much..."

But even though it hurt, my body betrayed me and I 
opened my legs and sunk lower onto to his probing 
fingers, facing the mirror, watching myself get fucked, 
shuddering in disbelief at my aroused debauchery.

I looked into his eyes in the mirror, trying to beseech 
him not to go further, not sure that I could handle this 
again... He was using and controlling me in ways that 
were beyond my comprehension. Sensual craving filled my 
slippery naked form. His invading fingers in my ass felt 
like it was pushing up through my belly, electrifying my 
yearning prick... I was lost...

"Ohhhhh... noooo..." I whimpered, and moved my ass, 
fucking his fingers up and down, reveling in the stoned 
sensuality.

"Ohh, yes, baby," he told me happily. "You like that 
don't you? You like daddy's hand up your pretty, pretty 
ass... Don' you?..."

"Yesss," I whispered softly, ashamed at my acquiescence, 
afraid that now he was going to fuck me, but unable to 
resist.

"AAHHHHHH,... NOOOooooo..." I almost sobbed as he shoved 
his fingers harder up my shitter, hurting me as he 
stretched out my hole...

"AAAHHH, ah, ah, ahhh..." I cried out through the pain.

"You are so beautiful," said Mr. Sanders as he pulled my 
face around to his and kissed me again, his tongue in my 
mouth.

He continued to fuck my ass with his fingers, making me 
dance and moan like a puppet.

"You've been a daddy's boy for a long time now, haven't 
you?" asked Mr. Sanders while he kissed me; one hand 
caressing my hot boy meat; the other stretching my 
burning anus; while he rubbed his large cock against my 
slick naked body.

"Y-y-yesss," I whispered in a tremolo. "Yeessss, 
oohhhh... fuckkk..."

"How old were you when you sucked your first cock," 
inquired Mr. Sanders, continuing to play my hot young 
flesh like a violin.

"Uhh, ohh, uh, f-fourteen... uhh.. I don't know... 
seven... i don't know..." I moaned, writhing under his 
dominant mastery of my naked form.

I couldn't think... I was totally under his 
domination... He was hurting me and I was fucking his 
hand in stoned, sensual, erotic pain...

My asshole was being fucked by his fingers, deeper and 
deeper...

"Tell me about it," He demanded, licking my ear, "Who 
did you suck? Where? "

He grabbed my clean shaven balls and cock, squeezing his 
way up my shaft, stretching my ballsack, crushing my 
nuts against my hard root.

"UUuuuuuhnnnnn, god..." I moaned, helpless to defend 
myself against this ravagement.

I started babbling, telling him all about my brothers, 
and Jimmy and Tim and Peter... the men at the Club... - 
sucking cocks and being fucked and being forced to give 
blow jobs to all the boys...

Mr. Sanders continued to fuck me as I told him the most 
fucked up intimate details of my life.

"AHHHHHHH!" I cried out as he pulled his fingers from my 
ass and turned me around again.

He pushed me to the cold, oily floor of the bathroom. 
His massive meat rubbed against my face and I opened my 
mouth to take it in.

"Like this?" he asked as he held my face with both hands 
and shoved his thick, long oil coated cock deep into my 
slut mouth, jamming it immediately into my throat and 
holding me there, gagging, unable to breath.

"GHhhhhghhhhh," I choked on his massive meat, jerking, 
trying to pull back, but he held me, lodging the head of 
his cock in my air passage until I felt like I was going 
to vomit and pass out at the same time.

Then he pulled out once again as I fell forward, gasping 
for breath. He took his huge tool in his hand and 
slapped my face with it, reveling in his power over me. 
Then he presented the hand that had been fucking my ass 
to my mouth.

"Son," he said, rubbing his shit stained fingers across 
my lips. "Clean up your mess now."

He pushed his hands between my lips and forced his 
shitty fingers into it.

Fuck it. It seemed natural by now to lick up my oily 
shit juices, so I did.

I laved his fingers with my tongue, reaching up to hold 
his hand, sucking my oily shit stain off of each finger. 
I licked each finger clean and started lapping at his 
whole hand while he played with my mouth and my teeth 
and my face.

I was drowning in erotic submission and my cock felt 
huge and bloated. I would do anything to please this 
man. I reached out to his manhood, my hand sliding over 
it's oily surface, cherishing its hardness while I 
licked his hand.

I could feel him throb as I caressed my daddy's cock, 
wanting to please him, wanting him to fuck me, wanting 
to feel his huge cock in my throat again.

"Oh, baby," he moaned, "You are so beautiful... Now I 
want you to clean up this mess you made."

He pulled his hand from my mouth and slid both of his 
hands down my naked chest, grabbing an oil slicked 
nipple between each thumb and forefinger and twisting.

"Unngghh," I groaned, falling against him, wanting to 
feel him, wanting to do whatever he wanted.

"Go ahead, boy" he released my abused nipples, "clean up 
this mess."

I looked up at him. I didn't know what he wanted me to 
do.

"Son," he said in exasperation. "Put your face on the 
floor..."

I did what he asked.

"Now start licking everything clean. Start with the 
toilet."

What the fuck, I thought. He wanted me to lick his 
disgusting, disease ridden floor and toilet!

Even in my submissive surrender, I couldn't do this 
totally depraved act.

"Please, Mr. Sanders," I said, my head still down to the 
floor. "I-I... I can't."

I waited. My hairless, oiled, stoned, naked body was 
still throbbing with submissive lust but, my chest was 
tight and I felt a lump in my throat like I wanted to 
cry.

Even though my cock was so hard that it ached with 
submission, I couldn't do this debased thing...

"Oh... I think you can son..." Mr. Sanders said. "Put 
your ass up in the air..."

I began to get to my feet, but he stopped me and said, 
"No, just your beautiful asshole. Keep your pretty head 
down there."

I straightened up and hung over, touching the floor. He 
fondled the soft globes slippery globes of my ass, 
rubbing the remaining slick oil over my asshole, tapping 
it, probing it, squeezing my ass cheeks, until he 
removed his hand and...

WHACK!

"AAAHHhhh!" I cried out as Mr. Sanders smacked one ass 
cheek with a paddle.

WHACK!

"AAAHHHhhh! " I screamed again as he hit the other 
cheek.

Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack!

"Ahhh, NOOO, Please! " I begged with each smack of the 
paddle as my ass began to burn.

Shit! This really hurt!

"Please Mr. Sanders, I'll clean the floor; the toilet; 
pleaeeese... I'm sorry..." I was almost crying now...

He stopped hitting my ass and I felt his hand rubbing 
over the burning red cheeks...

"Ohhhh..." Mr. Sanders moaned as his hands rubbed inside 
my ass cheeks again, his fingers again probing my oily 
anal ring...

"Lie on the floor," he said.

I did what he commanded.

"Oh fuck! Ahhhhh..." I moaned as my burning ass hit the 
mixture of oil and piss on the cold tile.

It felt so good.

Mr. Sanders straddled my naked body again and once more 
he squatted down over my hard, aching cock and spreading 
the globes of his ass, he again inserted my cock head 
into his anus and sat down, groaning with pleasure as my 
prick was shoved up into his rectum.

"Oh yes, my baby," Mr. Sanders groaned with pleasure, 
"Fuck your daddy. Fuck him so good..."

He began sliding his asshole up and down my hard, 
unsatisfied prick. 

"AHHHuuhhhnnnnnn," I moaned as he fucked my boy cock up 
and down, sliding inside his ass, making my burning ass 
twitch on the bathroom floor with unbelievable 
pleasure...

"Ohhh yes baby, cum for me..." he panted as he fucked my 
young flesh with his ass, "Fill up your Daddy's ass with 
your hot cum!"

"Oh fuck, oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck," I moaned, pushing my 
hips up, fucking my cock into his ass, aching to cum 
after having been degraded all night and morning.

"AAHHHHHHHHH!" I cried out as Mr. Sanders reached over 
and once more dug his nails into my nipples, pulling 
them up in painful torture.

"AAHHHHHHHH! FUCCCKKKKK!" I screamed as my pent up load 
shot from my prick like molten fire into Mr. Sanders hot 
ass.

My cum was painful as Mr. Sanders asshole clenched my 
cock, milking the hot jiz from my balls, making me moan 
and thrash on the floor with overwhelming pleasure, the 
burning pain from my spanked ass just adding to my 
orgasmic high.

I shot and shot and came and came, filling up his 
asshole, senseless with carnal debasement.

My cock was still throbbing when he lifted his ass off 
of me and turned around, spreading his ass cheeks over 
my face and sitting his dripping cum filled asshole on 
my mouth.

"Drink up, son." he murmured, my hot cum dripping into 
my mouth, "Drink your filthy spunk, you dirty little 
whore..."

My mouth was open and I shoved my tongue into his open 
asshole, tasting my cum mixed with his shit slime. I was 
forced to drink our fuck fluids as he wiggled and moaned 
with pleasure at my stimulating his asshole once more.

Now, I felt like I was going to be sick... I didn't want 
to do this. I always lost interest in my perversions and 
sex after I came, and this time was no different. 

But, I had no choice. His open asshole covered my mouth 
and blocked any protest I might have made...

I was so tired... I just wanted all of this to stop.

I gave up tonguing his asshole and, after a few more 
seconds of grinding it onto my mouth, Mr. Sanders got up 
and slapped the side of my ass once more, rolling me 
over on all fours.

"Please, Mr. Sanders, I can't do this anymore," I 
protested. "Please. I'm done."

"You're done when I say" he countered harshly. "Now get 
your ass in the air, Son."

Wearily, I got on all fours and, with my face on the 
piss and oil soaked floor, I presented my ass to Mr. 
Sanders.

"FFUUKKKK NOOOO... SHIT!" I screamed as Mr. Sanders 
simply opened my legs and ass cheeks and sunk his hard 
nine inches into my almost unused ass.

"AHHHHHHH NO, no, no, pleaeeeessee, NOoooooo!" I 
screamed again, his hard member searing into me, feeling 
like he was tearing me open and cramping my intestines; 
the cherry red paddled globes of my ass now burning 
again with real pain...

"Oh fuck no oh no ohfuck ohno ohfuck noooooo." I started 
crying as Mr. Sanders fucked his giant pole in and out 
of my practically virgin asshole.

I had already cum and the pain was everything. This was 
torture. This was not erotic. This was rape.

"OHh yes My Boy," Mr. Sanders moaned as he fucked me 
hard, "You will do whatever Daddy tells you to do now, 
won't you?"

"Yess, yess," I sobbed, really crying, wanting him to 
stop, " Please, I'll do anything you want. Pleeeease... 
Pleasseee stop..."

God! He was ripping my asshole open with this unexpected 
rape.

But Mr. Sanders just kept plunging his raping fuck tool 
in and out of my burning ass. 

"Oh yess, my Boy... Ahhh fuck... Daddy's. Cock. In. 
Your. Ass!" Mr. Sanders punctuated each word by sinking 
his dick all the way into me, breaking into my rectum 
each time... "Beg me to fuck you, you fucking slut! Tell 
Daddy to fuck your whore ass!"

"Ohhhh... nooo... please..." I sobbed again.

But the burning pain tripped another lever in my fucked 
up fantasy head... I began to enjoy it...

"Yess..." I moaned, still crying but feeling totally 
perversely debased... "Please fuck me... fuck your 
Boy... Ohhhh... Fuck...!"

Mr. Sanders kept pounding his cock in and out of my 
molten asshole, stretching me; hurting me; forcing my 
boy fuck hole to pleasure his perverted dominance. He 
fucked me and fucked me and fucked me, abusing me, 
telling me what a fucked up whore I was, making me cry 
out in pain as he slammed into me over and over and over 
again...

"OHHHHHH!" Mr. Sanders finally groaned with pleasure as 
he stopped and I felt his massive prick pulsing in my 
ass while his burning cum shot into my guts...

"OOOohhhhh, yesss... My Boy... my boy... ahhhhh..." 
moaned Mr. Sanders, his body jerking with the pleasure 
of this orgasm, his cock throbbing inside of me...

"AHHHhhhhhhh," he sighed and sat there, letting his big 
dick rest inside my ass as I whimpered in abject pain 
and submission on the bathroom floor.

"Ohhhh," we both groaned as at long last, his cock 
popped out of my asshole and he stood up.

"On your knees my Son," commanded Mr. Sanders. "Clean up 
your Daddy's cock."

I was fucked. I didn't want to do this. But, I had no 
choice. I turned around and looked at his smelly shit 
slimed cock... Fuck! I closed my eyes and tried to 
ignore the smell as I took him into my mouth, eating my 
own disgusting ass and hating it.

After I had thoroughly sucked his dick clean, Mr. 
Sanders grabbed my face and said - "All right now Son. 
Clean the floor and toilet with your tongue. 
Understand?"

I just nodded, tears still leaking from my eyes. He let 
go and I turned around and started licking the toilet 
seat clean of my piss and whatever oil had dripped onto 
it.

"I'm going to get dressed now," said Mr. Sanders, 
grabbing a towel and wiping his oily body. "When I get 
back, this bathroom will be clean."

Again, I just nodded. I was so mind fucked. My asshole 
was burning and aching and I felt Mr. Sanders cum 
leaking out, down the inside of my thighs. He left and I 
continued cleaning the toilet. Then, I went to the sink 
and cleaned off - my cock and rinsed my mouth out and 
continued to clean the floor, licking up the puddles of 
oil mixed with piss...

Something in me was fucked up and I found myself 
breathing harder and my cock began to get hard again.

Everything - eating my own cum and shit; my still 
burning ass; my aching asshole leaking cum; and now, 
licking the floor - was somehow turning me on again. I 
moaned at what a sick fuck I was...

By the time Mr. Sanders came out of the bedroom, the 
bathroom was clean and my cock was once more rock hard.

He was again dressed as the consummate businessman. He 
had on immaculate, expensive casual clothes, replete 
with a sports coat.

I continued licking the toilet seat, now trying to be 
erotic for Mr. Sanders, my cock throbbing. I was so mind 
fucked now that I wanted to please him in any way that I 
could. I was horny to be his good boy.

"Ooooo," he said, lifting up my face between his hands 
and squeezing, "you're such a good boy. As soon as 
you're done, we can go. You need to get back to school."

He walked out of the bathroom and down the hall to my 
room and then downstairs.

I got up and sat on the toilet and took a dump. His 
fucking my ass had opened up the shit inside and it came 
out, his cum lubricating the passage.

I cleaned out my asshole, trying to remove all traces of 
any shit and then I washed my mouth out and cleaned off 
my cock and hands to be as clean as possible.

Finally, as Mr. Sanders came back upstairs, I got up to 
go to the guest room to get dressed.

"Time to go," he said.

"Uhh...okay" I stammered, still wanting to please him. 
"I'll get my clothes..."

"Your clothes are in the car," he retorted. "Let's go."

My heart was beating a mile a minute as I stood there 
naked, dumbstruck. I could feel a heated ache in my ass. 
My stiff cock jerked at this new weirdness. 

He smiled at me, "Don't be long, Greg."

He turned and walked back down the stairs.

I looked around the bathroom. Damn. I didn't know what 
to do. I was scared. My clothes were in the car? This 
was really nuts. I couldn't think. I was incredibly 
hard. I was totally manipulated by Mr. Sanders demands. 
And, I was still really, really stoned. I had to look in 
the guest room. I couldn't concentrate on any more 
bizarre cleaning now. I crept down the hallway and 
looked into the room where I had slept. My clothes and 
backpack were gone.

I stood there in the hallway and absently fondled my 
hard penis. I traced a path wonderingly over my hairless 
pubes up to my chest, and then my face. I put my hands 
between my legs and felt my naked, fucked asshole. I was 
fascinated and bemused by my smooth shearing. My own 
skin felt electric to my touch. I stood there running my 
hands over my body, enjoying the carnal sensations.

Fuck. I could barely believe that I was standing there 
in the hallway, stark naked and totally shaved all over 
my body, caressing my bald cock and playing with myself 
in some stranger's house. Shit... I suddenly ran down 
the stairs - Mr. Sanders was waiting for me by the 
kitchen garage door.

He smiled at me again when he saw my hairless, naked 
body and that my prick was still hard. He let me into 
his garage. 

"Go ahead and get into the car, my boy," he said.

I opened the passenger side door and saw that he had put 
a towel for me to sit on so that my oily, pissed body 
wouldn't stain his upholstery. My clothes and backpack 
were nowhere to be seen. I got in, still naked, and 
closed the door, my heart racing. This was the most 
peculiar sexual experience I had ever had and I worried 
a little over when it would all end.

"Uh, Mr. Sanders," I said as he got in the car, "uh, my 
clothes...?"

"Everything is in the trunk, Gregg," he replied. "You 
don't think we'd send you away to school without any 
clothes do you?"

He smiled at me as he started the car and began backing 
out of the garage. Again, my heart was pounding, but 
this time from fear. I had allowed this strange old man 
to use me in whatever way pleased him and now he was 
driving away with me naked in his front seat! What was 
he going to do next? I was stoned; fucked up; and 
practically tripping out of my mind. Now that I was 
caught in a fuck fantasy, I was terrified and totally 
turned on...

"You know son," said Mr. Sanders, "I know you didn't get 
much sleep last night, so why don't you lay your head in 
my lap while I drive you to school."

 He opened his pants, unzipped them, and pulled down 
both his slacks and his underwear to expose his now 
limp, but still formidable looking penis. Oh Jesus help 
me... My own erection was still throbbing hard... My 
heart was pounding... But, I imagined my sore throat 
from the last time he shoved his big honker down it.

Damn. I was butt naked and my cock was throbbing with 
lust... 

But, Mr. Sanders was driving me to school and had my 
clothes locked up...

But, he wanted me to suck his cock.

But I was still stoned out of my mind.

And, being his boy fuck toy made me hot...

I bowed to the inevitable and put my face in his lap. I 
took his soft meat into my mouth and began massaging it 
with my hands. I licked and sucked for 10 minutes or so, 
with Mr. Sanders complimenting his beautiful naked boy, 
but he still didn't get hard. We were on a main highway 
by now and he told me to get up and turn around; get on 
all fours on the seat so that he could play with my ass.

I was really starting to feel like a total pervert, 
sucking this deviant's old cock. I turned around, put my 
ass in the air and my head on the seat. He lovingly 
traced his fingers up and down my ass crack, pushing at 
my puckered anus, shoving a finger against my anus. The 
oil had all been absorbed into my skin by now, but it 
had left my flesh soft and silky. Mr. Sanders took some 
saliva and wet my asshole, spreading it around. He did 
this several times until I could feel the wetness 
sliding down the crack of my ass. My cock was aching 
from all this attention and it hung dripping in front of 
my balls between my spread legs.

"Oh, my boy, you have the beautiful butt cheeks in the 
world," cooed Mr. Sanders and he slowly pushed his 
finger into my asshole again and again.

"Nhghhh," I grunted at the mild pain and tried to open 
up my ass for him. My stiff cock was pulsing from his 
methodical, deliberate invasion.

"Uhhhhh," I gasped as he pushed past my anus, inserting 
his finger deeper. He pushed farther and farther, 
wiggling his finger, creating flashes of sensuality that 
shot into my cock and balls. I groaned as he probed 
deeper and deeper, the car speeding down the highway, my 
asshole a captive to his lust.

"Yes," he murmured, as he shoved his finger in to the 
hilt, penetrating my boy's fuck hole to the max, "that's 
nice. Now move that pretty butt for me."

"Ohhhhhh" I groaned as I started to move my buns around, 
wriggling and fucking his finger embedded deep within. 

My erection was steel hard and again I wanted to be 
under his strange control as he sodomized me once more. 
Even as I had fearful thoughts of him stopping the car 
and fucking me again with that huge cock of his, I was 
also fantasizing that that was just what he was going to 
do. I was still stoned and still caught in an erotic 
spell.

His finger pumped in and out of my asshole, fucking my 
most dirty place. I moaned and writhed with wanton 
submission. He kept fucking me with his finger for 
another ten minutes or so, until I totally lost my mind. 
All that existed was his finger in my ass, fucking me. 
All I wanted to do was whatever he wanted me to do. He 
kept on saying how much I liked daddy's finger up my ass 
and I kept on moaning "Yess, yesss, yessss,"

He finally released my asshole and told me to turn 
around again. I slavishly complied, feeling like a dog 
in heat as I circled my body around on the seat.

He proffered to me the finger that had been fucking me. 
I licked and sucked the extended finger, cleaning off 
the chalky taste of my ass, while he played with my 
mouth, rubbing his fingers over my gums and lips. He 
caressed my face up to my hair where he once more 
grabbed my long locks and pulled me to his crotch. His 
erection, while not total, was now impressive as I put 
my mouth over his foreskin. He pushed my head down on 
his fat member, his fingers entwined in my hair, 
controlling my mouth - now jamming his substantial 
length into my throat, now pulling me off. Because he 
was not blood poundingly hard, his cock head mashed into 
my throat without the choking effect. I caressed his 
balls, the base of his thick shaft, trying to elongate 
his manhood, stupidly, because I had already had his 
prodigious meat bruising my throat, but I was still 
turned on, writhing on the car seat, my naked body over 
sensitized and hot.

He eventually released his hold on my hair and let me 
suck him at my own pace. Then he put his hand on my head 
and told me to relax.

"Just keep me in your pretty mouth, Greg," he said, as 
he stroked my hair.

I stopped trying to get him off and I gently sucked on 
his penis. He softened as I let his manhood lie on my 
tongue. He showed no interest in having me get up, so I 
just lay there on his naked lap, his half soft prick in 
my mouth, his hand softly stroking my hair and face.

My ardor cooled and I half dozed as we sped along the 
road this way, an obedient son lying in his daddy's lap; 
his daddy's cock relaxing in his mouth.

***

Mr. Sanders shook me back into wakefulness as we got to 
Dunwoody.

Shit again. I was still naked and shaved and here we 
were driving into campus.

"Uh," I said in trepidation, not knowing what his 
reaction would be, "shouldn't I get some clothes on?"

"Just tell me the directions, son" he said cheerfully, 
pulling up his underwear and pants " we'll get you to 
your room."

Fuck me. Keeping low in the seat, I gave him directions 
and we pulled up in front of my dorm. He stopped the 
car, got out and went around to the trunk, opened it and 
pulled out my backpack. He closed the trunk and starting 
walking towards the front door, carrying my backpack.

Shit no... This fucker was really crazy. There were 
people out there. I was naked. I wished I was still 
really stoned because right now I was no longer caught 
up in his fucked up game and I wanted to get out. Fuck. 
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. I couldn't just shout out to him.

Once more my heart started pounding in fear. This was 
bad. When he got to the door, he opened the top of my 
backpack and partially pulled out the pair of pants I 
had been wearing. He sifted through them and came up 
with my keys. Still smiling, he looked back at me as if 
to ask if he had gotten the right ones and he started 
trying them in the door lock. He opened the door and 
went inside. 

In a flash a thousand thoughts raced through my mind. 
Parked car in unloading zone. Campus police checking it 
out. People I might know walking by. Dick in the room 
and Mr. Sanders does something weird. Fuck. Fuck... He 
was one fucked up pervert...

I wrapped the towel from the seat around me, opened the 
car door and dashed towards the front door. I probably 
got a few curious glances, but I was too damned scared 
to notice. Mr. Sanders opened the door for me.

"Fuck man," I started in furiously, "you are fucking 
crazy. This is my college. I live here. This isn't some 
fantasy game. I have to..."

"Greg!" he slapped my face, cutting me off. "That's no 
way to talk to your daddy."

I was dumbfounded! That hurt! He had really slapped me. 
My mouth dropped open in amazement. 

Then, he put his hand on the towel between my legs, 
grasping my cock and balls in a firm grip and squeezed 
them through the towel.

I was overwhelmed with shock and amazement. At the same 
time, I moaned in pain at the pressure on my cock and 
balls. The feeling of total submission was overwhelming 
and I began to get hard again. Fuck! 

"You are my Son." he said. "My cock sucking Boy. And you 
never tell your Daddy what to do."

"Ohhh, fuck," I grunted as he squeezed my nuts and my 
growing manhood painfully.

There was no one at the door way with us, but this was 
still utter madness. I couldn't afford to be his slut 
boy in my own dorm; in this ultra-conservative preppy 
college.

But I was naked.

And now, this was just another porn scenario mixed in 
the porn constantly running in my head; and now, my 
hard, unfulfilled prick had me aching for more... The 
towel fell from around waist and Mr. Sanders let go, 
exposing my erection. 

"You need to show me the way to your room, son," he 
said, and started walking down the hallway.

I was breathing hard and my erection was throbbing. My 
vision narrowed into a kind of tunnel where all I could 
see was Mr. Sanders walking away...

"Oh Jesus, Mr. Sanders, please, you can't..." I ran 
after his retreating back.

Fuck!!! I felt like I was going into shock, but now I 
had a fucking hard on like a horse.

We had to go through the lobby to get to my room . 
Everything was spinning and I was freaking. My breathing 
was labored and I began to pant . It wasn't so much that 
I was naked. This was the year that streaking became 
popular. It's that I was shaved, hairless and naked. And 
very hard! I moaned...

"Please," I begged him, going after him and sort of 
dancing around him as he walked, trying to look in every 
direction, "I, I, I can't..."

"Then, let's get to your room right away." he said 
compliantly. 

I stopped in submission. A dim corner of my mind told me 
to "go streaking."

"My room is this way," I indicated down an intersection.

And then, I took off running.

It felt like I was tripping and hallucinating and 
totally oversexed insane.

I ran down the hallway and into the lounge area.

Fuck it, it was just me, the hippie freak streakin' man. 

Their were a couple of students in the lobby who looked 
at me in disbelief as I ran through it. Then I was 
through into the next hallway, but nobody called out my 
name. All sounds were echoing in my head. I ran down the 
hallway, around the corner and waited in front of my 
door, gasping for breath, for Mr. Sanders to catch up.

Before he got there, a guy poked his head around the 
corner. 

"Moran?" he questioned.

His puzzlement was that I was missing my beard, my chest 
hair and my pubic hair, which made my cock, which had 
softened fractionally so that it was merely at half mast 
instead of sticking straight out, look bigger. And, that 
my normally long, curly, fluffy red hair was all matted 
and skanky. Plus the fact that my skin shone slightly 
from the oil.

"Don't know him," I said, totally spaced out. 

I was beyond caring. I was just a fuck toy for Mr. 
Sanders and I stared at him blankly while I waited for 
my Daddy, hoping he was following me.

"All right," I heard his voice from around the corner, 
"don't embarrass the boy anymore than he already is..."

He walked down the hall towards me and said, "Greg, I 
can't believe this crazy stunt. What would your Daddy 
say?"

He pulled out my keyring and I pointed out the key. My 
heart was hammering and as I watched him unlock my door. 

I entered the room and stopped. I looked at my roommate 
Dick sitting at his desk and his girlfriend sitting on 
his bed, both fully clothed.

"Ohhh..., I moaned... "Hi Dick... Hi Anne... Welcome 
back... This is Mr. Sanders..."

"Greg?" said my roommate, practically speechless, 
"What... your... beard...?" 

He sort of trailed off as they could both see that my 
genitals were shaved and my cock was still bobbing, 
thick and half hard...

"I got a haircut," I mumbled and walked through my 
curtain into my half of the room.

"Hello," said Mr. Sanders, following me. "I don't know. 
You crazy kids."

He walked into my part of the room, around the closed 
curtain, and put my pack on my desk chair.

"Greg," he said sternly, looking me in the eye, "I can't 
let you get away with this outrageous behavior."

I watched his hand as he reached out and grabbed me by 
the balls. My heart was pounding in my chest. My 
roommate and his girlfriend were two feet away on the 
other side of the curtain, but I didn't care. All I 
cared about was pleasing Mr. Sanders.

I surrendered. "I'm sorry," I whispered in total 
submission.

He put his hand around my stiffening meat and squeezed 
saying, "Sorry doesn't cut it. This is what I want from 
you."

"Ohhhh," an involuntary moan escaped my lips.

I heard Dick and Anne talking...

"Ohh, please..." I softly begged, unable to resist him 
again.

He licked my face, his hand rhythmically palpitating my 
hard manhood. I shuddered. I was trapped. I couldn't 
restrain myself. I opened my mouth again to him and let 
him kiss me as I felt people staring at the closed 
curtain of my room. His tongue probed my mouth as his 
hands manipulated my cock and balls and then moved 
around to squeeze my naked ass and caress my young 
flesh.

Mr. Sanders pulled me to my bed, pushing on my hard cock 
to sit me down. His hands went to my nipples and he 
pinched them.

He whispered, "Take out your Daddy's cock. I want your 
lovely lips on my cock."

Trembling, I complied. I opened up his pants, pulled 
down his underwear and pulled out his thick cock. It was 
just hard enough for me to put my mouth to his foreskin.

I couldn't be doing this, but I was... I didn't know if 
Dick and Anne were still there or not.

I took his soft head into my mouth, rolling back the 
foreskin to uncover his bulbous glans. I closed my naked 
legs around one of his legs, rubbing my stiff, throbbing 
prick against his pants as he put his hands on my head, 
forcing more of his half hard meat into my mouth. I 
began sucking him in earnest, trying to draw make him 
hard, my body going into wanton overdrive, seeking 
pleasure, totally turned on by this raunchy scene of 
domination. I wanted Dick to open the curtain and see 
me; see me sucking this guy's cock. Their voices faded 
into nothingness as my own terrible needs to suck this 
man's giant meat overpowered me The small voice that was 
protesting what anybody might think - went unheeded and 
was overwhelmed by earthy desire.

"Yeah, make your Daddy happy," said Mr. Sanders.

He started to pump his thick schlong in and out of my 
mouth. He grasped my head as he lengthened and got 
harder. He was still soft enough that I could suck him 
without gagging. But, he held my head and fucked my 
mouth with his flexible meat. In and out he thrust his 
tool, using my face as a cunt, trying to achieve his 
full erection...

I tried to help his giant pole fill my lips and mouth. I 
was totally turned on by the whole scene and I was 
oblivious to everything else. I was panting and gasping 
in unbridled lust. I drew in a breath through my 
nostrils, getting further aroused by his sex smell as my 
nose was crushed into his pubic hairs. I reached down 
and cupped his balls and tried to eat more of his 
enormous shaft. Then, I drew back and started licking 
his large, veined cock, lapping his exposed crown, 
flicking the tip of my tongue into his pee hole. 

"Ohhhh, yes, you are my good Boy," he moaned.

I kept on sucking, loving being Mr. Sanders naked fuck 
toy. I couldn't help myself even as fear shot through 
me, imagining the degradation that I was exhibiting. I 
was lost in hunger as I continued to minister to his 
cock and balls with my mouth.

His hands moved down my naked chest, grasping at my 
nipples, squeezing them, pulling on them harder and 
harder until I had to back off his huge cock and gasp in 
pain.

He pulled me upright to my feet by my nipples. He 
pinched them and twisted, hard, forcing a groan of 
erotic suffering to escape my lips.

"Oh my Boy, you like me playing with your lovely breasts 
too, don't you?" said Mr. Sanders in a low voice.

"Ohhhh, yess, oohhhh, god, ohh, ohh," I moaned at the 
sensual abuse.

He released my chest and I moaned again at the sudden 
relief.

"Take off my clothes." he said.

I slavishly went to my knees, removing his shoes and 
socks, his pants and underwear, all the while licking at 
his hard cock, the inside of his thighs and his hairy 
legs. He had taken off his sports coat and I helped him 
unbutton his shirt, licking his chest nipples, wanting 
to please him in any way that I could.

When he was finally naked, he sat down on the bed, his 
fat manhood still not completely hard. He pulled my 
naked body down onto his lap, my hard cock jamming into 
his. He held my head down as I felt him moving his 
clothes around with his other hand. Then...

"AHHHHHHHhh!" I screamed as Mr. Sanders whipped his belt 
onto my naked ass!

"You will obey your Daddy, won't you, you little Cunt!" 
said Mr. Sanders as he flogged my ass again!

"AAAAhhhhh...yess, pleease..." I screamed as I felt the 
fire on my already sore ass cheeks.

He continued to whip my ass with his belt, making me 
scream and cry with pain; making me promise to obey him; 
making me apologize for not being a good Boy...

"I'm sorry imsorry imsorry..."I sobbed, unable to break 
free of his powerful grip.

His thick cock was fully erect now, pressing hard 
against mine.

"Lay down," he commanded, letting me off his lap, making 
me sit back down on my bed, my head resting against the 
wall.

Ohhhh fuckk... my ass was on fucking fire. It hurt so 
bad...

"Lift your legs up," he told me, kneeling on the bed, 
his cock hard and throbbing..

I obeyed him, in spite of my pain and the fear over what 
might come next. I opened my legs, lifting them back, 
spread eagling my red burning ass before him, vulnerable 
and exposed.

He moved in between my outstretched thighs and 
positioned the head of his oversize manhood at my boy's 
fuck hole.

"Ooohh, Mr. Sanders... please... I, I can't..." I cried 
with fear at the additional pain that was coming...

Wetting his fingers with saliva, he began to pull on my 
prick, encircling my still hard shaft and rubbing me up 
and down. His other hand began to twist my balls, 
massaging them, pulling on them. His swollen hardness 
probed at my asshole, the fluids now leaking from his 
prick lubricating the head as he rubbed over my anus. I 
could feel welts beginning to raise on my ass...

"Ohhhhh, noo..." I moaned in pain and fear and... 
complete submission, at the incredible sensations he was 
eliciting from my genitals.

He applied more spit, all the while wetting my cock, my 
balls and my asshole. 

Moving his hands to my burning ass, he spread my cheeks 
and placed the hard tip of his mammoth cock at my 
asshole once more.

"Pleassse," I begged, still scared and in pain as he 
slowly tried to force his distended member into my tight 
anus.

"AHhhh, oh, noo," I groaned as I felt my asshole spread, 
beginning to burn.

"AHHHH, NOooo, Pleease," I cried as I felt his cockhead 
enlarging my fuck hole again, violating my taut assbud, 
ripping me open. 

I tried to drop my legs and scoot back up the bed as he 
attempted to drive his turgid penis into my ass. The 
bulbous head of his huge organ was opening my tight shit 
hole, violating my boy pussy again, painfully, enlarging 
my asshole beyond pleasure...

"AHHHHH, Noooo, ahhh,, n-n-n-ooo, please, please, it's 
too big," I panted, begging him, becoming terrified as 
his fat cock head opened my dry hole and lodged in my 
ass.

"ArrrghhhHHHHHH," I wailed pushing back at him, feeling 
the searing head of his huge manhood splitting me apart.

"Pleeeasssee, Noo," I couldn't. He was ripping me apart 
again... I continued to cry...

 - I was back at my father's Club with men raping my 7 
year old asshole again... My brother Jeff was fucking 
his hard cock into my virgin hole...

"Nnnoooo," I sobbed, tears running down my face as his 
fat cock head ripped into my tender anus.

I was still crying... But deep inside, I knew it wasn't 
the pain. I wanted him to fuck me. I wanted him to shove 
his fat cock deep into my faggot asshole. I loved the 
pain of my ass whipping... I wailed in fear and misery 
at the fucking Boy Toy Ass Cunt that I was...

"Pleeeeeasee... NNnnnooooooo..." I begged him to stop, 
still sobbing, reaching down with my hands to push him 
out.

It hurt sooo good, his cock splitting my asshole... But 
now I was exposed... My roommate; the whole world knew 
that I was a queer faggot cocksucker; a pussy boy who 
was just good for ass fucking... I was exposed... I was 
overwhelmingly humiliated... And... I wanted his cock.

"AAAHHHhhhhnnnnonoooo" I screamed at the pain and fear 
and humiliation and at the totally degraded slut that I 
was...

"It's all right baby," Mr. Sanders cooed, his voice 
thick with lust, "Daddy won't hurt you."

"Uhhhohhhh.. AAAaahhhh...," my face was soaked with 
tears as he painfully shoved his meat into my desecrated 
asshole, my bruised anus opening in red hot pain. 

I was crying, but I still wanted him... I couldn't bear 
it, but I still wanted to please him. "P-p-pleeease," I 
begged again.

"Ohhh, my sweet, sweet Boy..." said Mr. Sanders, not 
moving, his length of his cock buried in my bowels.

He began to fuck me hard and at the same time started 
raping my mouth with his tongue again.

"AAHH.. AHHH... aghh... ahhghhfhh..." I cried out as his 
slammed his fat meat in and out of me...

His mouth went to my neck, biting me; sucking on my 
flesh as his large hands seized my tit nipples, twisting 
them unbearably. And his cock kept on fucking and 
fucking my burning Boy hole; scalding my overheated 
ass...

"AAHHHH hFUUUk!" I screamed again as Mr. Sanders pulled 
painfully out of my ass and flipped me over by my Boy 
tits.

His fingers kept a painful grip on my nipples as he laid 
back on the bed.

"Straddle my legs, Son," said Mr. Sanders. "Open up that 
asshole of yours and sit on Daddy's cock."

"Ohh please, Mr. Sanders," I moaned as I tried to obey, 
"Please... I, ohhhhh..."

The welts on my ass felt bumpy with agonizing fire as I 
tried to spread my ass cheeks and let his hard dick fuck 
me again.

'AAAAHhhhhhooohhhhh..." I cried out as his cock found my 
hole and pierced me once more.

I was still crying as I sat down and the full length of 
his meat punctured my fuck hole, slamming through my 
rectum and painfully lodging in my bowels...

"Now fuck me! Fuck me with that slut asshole of yours, 
Boy!" demanded Mr. Sanders. "Fuck me now!"

My boy tits were numb with pain as he continued to pull 
on them while I tried to slide his hard dick in and out 
of my asshole. I started pumping up and down, squeezing 
my ass muscles, trying to end this painful ordeal, 
fucking his fat meat with my boy ass.

"Now jerk yourself off!" he panted. "Daddy wants to see 
your cum."

I was in a haze of fucking submission. I balanced one 
hand on his chest and masturbated my raging hard dick 
while Mr. Sanders pulled me up and down by my nipples 
and my hips rocked on his hard dick in my ass...

I don't know how long we fucked like that. I was moaning 
and crying in submissive pain while Mr. Sanders kept on 
telling me to fuck him and cum over and over and over 
again.

"AHHhhhhhhooooo..." I finally screamed out as painful 
fire shot from my abused and sore cock, shooting jets of 
hot sperm onto Mr. Sanders chest.

"Ahhhhh, uhhhh, uh, uh, uh, uh," I shook and cried out, 
geysering my pulsating spunk into his body in a world 
numbing orgasm. .

He let go of my nipples, making me scream again in 
release, as his fuck meat pulsed, shooting another hot 
load into my ass at his enjoyment of torturing me with 
his relentless fucking. I practically blacked out, my 
whole universe reduced to painful sensual cum.

His sperm leaked from my ass onto his groin as he came 
and he pulled me to him again,raising his face to mine, 
kissing me on the lips, inserting his tongue into my 
mouth again... I shuddered in exhausted submission, 
opening my mouth to his, letting him do whatever he 
wanted until I collapsed onto his body, totally spent...

My whole body was aching with pain. I just lay there 
trembling and exhausted, his huge cock lodged in my ass 
as he stroked my hair and told me what a good boy I 
was...

I remember him rolling me off of him, still telling me 
what a good boy I was as I lay on my bed in a painful 
daze while he got dressed.

"You are such a good Son," he said, as I lay immobile on 
the bed, my ass leaking cum. 

"If you keep yourself nice and smooth, we can do this 
again sometime. Do you think you can do that, Greg? Do 
you think you can shave that pretty body of yours even 
when I'm not around?"

I nodded dumbly, willing to agree to anything, just 
wanting this long ordeal to finally end.

He finished getting dressed, obviously admiring me as I 
lay there hairless and naked, my sperm covered cock 
still half erect.

"Goodbye, my beautiful boy," he said, drawing the 
curtain aside to the empty other half of the room.

And then, he took his wallet out, pulled out some bills 
and laid them on top of my sperm covered balls.

"You'll keep your hair off, won't you son?"

Again I nodded.

"Then we'll do this again... soon..."

He went to door, opened it and left, closing it behind 
him.

I reached down and took the money he had left on me in 
my hand. I counted it.

There were five bills there. Of one hundred dollars 
each.

Five hundred dollars.

Five hundred dollars!

In 1974, the tuition for Dunwoody was $5,000.00 a year. 
An ounce of pot cost ten or fifteen dollars. I spent 
about ten dollars a week on entertainment. Beer cost 
twenty five or fifty cents at the college pub. Five 
hundred fucking dollars! Fuck! I almost felt like 
getting up and following him out the door, inviting him 
to fuck my naked ass again in the hallway...

Finally, I just laid back, totally wiped out and went to 
sleep.

Continued?

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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