The boy standing on his own by the flying saucer ride was something else to look at. He had a mop of blond air, big blue eyes, freckles and a wide grin. Dressed in a white t-shirt, blue denims and white sneakers he looked better than any of the pre-teen boys Zac had seen at the fair.

Zac had a sixth sense for pretty boys who would please him, and this one would. He was certain of it.

"What's your name, kid?" Zac Zim'Oqua asked as he took the child by the hand. Zac had seen the boy standing alone, looking up at the saucer shaped pods swinging above him, all trimmed with lights and chrome. Staring up with a sense of wonderment. The man smiled: he wasn't going to let this one go. With a rough and ready confidence born of dozens of successful mini-abductions in situations like this, Zac not only gripped the boy's hand but also led the kid carefully away from the ride. Past throngs of people, the hot dog stalls and the sideshows, off into the darkest corner he could find.

"I'm Bobby ," said the boy. Zac nodded. No matter what he was called the kid was about, if he didn't know it, to taste some real cock. Zac himself had come a long way for this evening and he intended to have as much fun as he could while he was here.

"Where's your mom and dad?" the man asked when they arrived at a particularly dark corner, well away from the lights and noise and the risk of discovery. It wasn't that he cared: fucking pre-teen boys only required the man to be aware from which direction trouble might come from.

"Don't have a mom or a dad," said the boy. He said it brightly and without distress or in a defensive way, the way most orphans do. "Just me, Bobby."

"Okay, Bobby, if you don't mind I want you to suck something for me."

"Your cock?" The boy looked excited.

"Well, yes," said the man, a little startled that this kid was so forthright. He couldn't help smile though as he started to unzip his flies.

"Good," gurgled the boy as he watched the man flip his semi-erect cock out. "I had heard about this."

"Heard what, kid?"

The boy ignored the question, responding with one of his own. "Do I kneel down to suck it or bend forward?"

Zac was taken aback. He'd walked off with boys before at these places, getting them to drink his cum, but he'd never found one as eager as this before. "I don't mind what you do," he said, "providing I get to shoot my load down your throat."

"Cool," said Bobby. "I like saying that."

"Cool indeed," said Zac, thinking as far as he was concerned small good looking boys were better not saying anything much while they took his stiff cock in their mouths. Apart from a grunt or two when he came.

Suddenly the boy, who had chosen to kneel, lifted his head. For a moment Zac thought this kid would be one of those who seemed keen until they saw how big his dick was. How big and shiny the big end of it looked as it pushed at their lips. There were some kids who'd cry and say they were scared, or it was wrong or even they couldn't take anything that big in their mouths. Of course they could: they just hadn't tried stretching their lips round it, Zac would explain. Before he slapped them to make them get on with it.

Bobby wasn't crying or complaining though. He grinned up at the man towering above him. "Will you tie me up?"

"What?"

"Before I suck," said the boy. "I heard that men like to tie little boys up when they do this, make them work harder with their mouths."

Zac was astonished. The kid had come almost eagerly with him, not raising the slightest doubt he wanted to get the man's long, thick cock in his mouth and swallow what came. Tying up was for when Zac had to force the boy to come along with him, make the brat do what he wanted. Even put a ring gag in the kid's mouth so he wouldn't bite.

"You... you wanna be tied up?" Zac asked. In all the years he'd been traveling far and wide, snatching boys for oral sex he'd never known a boy want to be bound for sex - though he'd tied plenty of them. Sometimes he thought cumming in their mouths was only worthwhile if they were helpless and ring-gagged.

"I'd like to try," said Bobby. "Just like in pictures I have seen on the internet."

"You surf, do you kid?" said the man with a smile. Most men whiled away hours looking for kiddie porn, quite a few of them looking for images of little boys and girls all tied up. Zac had done it himself more times than he care to remember. But a kid doing it? The man wondered what his parents would think, then remembered this boy hadn't any. Okay, his guardians then.

"Fine," grunted the man, not bothering to put his hard cock away. He fished in his pocket and came out with some cord he always kept for emergency. He told Bobby to stand and turn and spent a few moments tying the kid's hands behind him. When he'd done the boy didn't look happy - Zac could tell that even in the dark where they stood.

"What's up, kid - too tight?"

"No, I wanted more." The boy pouted. "I wanted to be properly bound and gagged."

"For fuck's sake," grunted the man. "I don't have any more rope. Only a gag." He pulled it out from his pocket: a ring gag, big enough to allow his erect cock to slide through.

"Can you gag me please and get some more rope to tie me with? Please," the boy added.

Zac laughed as the boy said it. He was so earnest it sounded as if he was pleading. Maybe he was, the man thought. "Okay, son, I have to go to my vehicle and get some more rope. I want you to stay here. In fact, I'm gonna tie you to this pole here." He indicated a wooden pole right by them and the boy nodded.

It took no time at all to get the boy positioned against the thick wood, untie his hands and then re-tie them behind the pole so he couldn't go anyplace. "And be quiet," he said as he tied the ring gag in Bobby's open mouth.

"Unhhth-uhh" said the boy, not struggling against his bonds. Zac grinned and set off for his sleek, polished vehicle where he kept plenty of rope.

There was the risk that when he got back the boy had been discovered (Zac had tied a boy up once and left him and when he came back an hour later found that some other guy had used the bound pre-teen, judging by the wads of cum dripping from the kid's face) and probably released. But there was nothing untoward as the man returned. The kid was still standing happily against the pole when Zac got back with a hank of rope.

"Listen, Bobby," the man said as he unwound the rope in front of him. "You've put me to a lot of trouble tonight and to be honest, I need you to do a good job sucking my cock for all this. Understand?" Bobby understood and nodded. "I'm gonna untie you but leave the gag in," the man continued. "Then I will tie you up real tight, got it?"

"Uhh-huh" grunted the gagged boy. His big, clear eyes seemed to twinkle in what light there was as he contemplated so much rope.

"But as my treat I am going to use your mouth and then finish off with your ass." There seemed little point in pretending otherwise. The kid wanted to be tied up and suck cock - he could, and he might as well discover something more painful thought Zac.

It was a warm night, so Zac had no worries about making the pre-teen take his t-shirt and jeans and the rest of his clothes off. Bobby didn't look at all distressed about standing in just his sneakers and gag and Zac motioned for the kid to bend forward. There was a low fence - more a wire stretched between two posts - and the man insisted the 12 year old bent over it. He worked quickly but efficiently, tying the boy in position with his pale naked ass jutting out in back and his head, properly ring-gagged, at just the right height.

Zac used plenty of rope to bind the boy's ankles and wrists together, then used more of the rope to tie Bobby's knees together. He wanted that delightful virgin asshole to be tight on entry and binding the boy's legs together was a great way to ensure the maximum pleasure for himself and the maximum pain for the kid. Then Zac tied Bobby's elbows together for no reason other than it would hurt him.

Zac reminded himself (as he knotted the last length of rope tight around the boy's neck, connected to his ankles so any undue movement would be traumatic) that the kid wanted to be tied tight. Guess he'll soon find out that there are some things you shouldn't wish for. "Okay kid?" he asked as he stood. "You ready for me having a good time?"

"Uhhh" nodded the boy, still not showing any distress. The man whacked the boy's ass hard several times with his big, bare hand and making the boy whimper into his gag. There wasn't even any danger of the smacks alerting anyone: the fair was way too noisy for that.

At the boy's head Zac had his cock out, stiff and ready to be licked and sucked. He plunged his hard dick through the opening in the ring gag and was soon thrusting deep into the back of the bound boy's throat, making him gurgle in protest. Or maybe it was pleasure: the boy was sure getting off on this abuse.

Hang in there kid, grinned Zac. It's about to get a whole lot worse.

Just before he came Zac pulled his pulsing cock from Bobby's mouth, wiped some of the wet on the boy's nose and walked to the back of the bent boy. Positioning himself at the kid's rear hole, the man didn't bother with any lube other than the saliva glistening on the cock's length and drove hard for a painful invasion. It didn't go all the way in first time so Zac withdrew his cock and lunged forward again... and again.

Bobby screamed into his gag, sobbing at how such a huge cock could batter its way up into his ass. He was wriggling against the ropes that held him so well, trying to escape the hammer blows. Trying to ease back to take it in easier (and minimize the pain) and equally pull away from the pain at the same time. Zac's big cock was tearing up into him and he was trying to scream through his gag.

Zac, for his part, was thoroughly enjoying this. If the kid wanted to play rough bondage, Zac laughed, he'd think twice about it in future. Such a pity he had to move on: repeating this assfuck to poor trussed-up Bobby would be a pleasure he could look forward to.

With Bobby slumping into near unconsciousness from the pain of being fucked so brutally and exhausted from sobbing, Zac finally came. He shot his load - a gallon it seemed - up into the kid's savaged, ravaged ass. Callously he gripped the boy's hips to stop him pulling away (as if little sweet Bobby had any energy left) and held him close as he pumped himself dry into the boy's bowels. Only when he had finished did Zac withdraw his shrinking cock from Bobby's tight if abused asshole.

As the man looked he could see his cum was dribbling out already, which amused him. "Good little fucker," he said.

It had been perfection, sighed Zac. But he had to go soon. One more hefty slap on the kid's butt to bring him back to life and he returned to the front of Bobby. Slowly the man fed his semi-erect dick back through the ring gag with instructions for the boy to clean him up. No matter how revolting it tasted.

Zac shouldn't have been surprised but was: the darn kid was sucking as good as before and slowly Zac's dick swelled back and stiffened once more. "Shit, kid, you really are hot for this, ain't you?" He laughed as the boy's careful ministrations were going to make him cum again. "Un-fucking-believable," the man groaned as his balls managed to drag up some more cum.

In a couple of minutes the aroused man, holding the kid's head tight and his cock buried deep in Bobby's throat, let fly his second load of cum. Not as much as before but enough to send waves of pleasure through Zac and cause the boy to moan in delight at both what he had to drink and finally being allowed to breathe as the big cock withdrew.

"You know kid, I thought you were just some dumb fuck," said Zac as he put his sore cock away. "But you're pretty good. Shame I can't stay and do it to you all over again, but I gotta fly."

Bobby moaned into his gag, as if somehow pleading for more. Zac sighed that he couldn't stay and cut some of the ropes but not all of them, knowing that when the boy got his strength back and extracted himself from the others, he'd be long gone. Gone like a rocket into the night.

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The saucer like shape shot away from the fair, briefly illuminated by all the lights on the flying saucer ride. If anyone saw the craft they probably thought it was part of the show, but most people were too busy having a good time to notice.

In the small cabin of the spacecraft, the pilot laughed at what had happened, how he had enjoyed himself. It had all been so easy to get the right person to do it.

That Earth internet is right, thought Bobby. Look the part, play the innocent and you can get any horny man to tie you up tight and fuck you hard in both holes.

And he even had a ring gag as a souvenir.