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Subject: Serving a Rich Boy (Adult-Youth – part 2) Disclaimer: The following contains explicit scenes of male sex and a variety of consensual activities. This story may not be copied or posted to any other websites without explicit permission from the author. If any of this content is offensive to you or illegal to access in your geography, please do not fty//gay/adult-youth/helping-mr-brown *** feedback always welcome to ail *** Liam marched me up the stairway towards his eight-year-old bedroom. It was a grand set of stairs, the wood echoing my every nervous step as we made our way together to the floor above. My stomach was in knots. We had done this all before, but every time Liam would come up with some way to torture my poor cock and balls. He wasn’t rough or anything. He wasn’t cruel, and never did anything particularly painful, but the crude explorations of a child could take their toll on my prostate by the time he was satisfied. Just like with his feet, now he would have his own fun with my penis, and it would only be over when he said it was over. “Hurry up,” Liam rushed from behind me. “You should look forward to this.” As usual, he was eager to get his hands on me. Me, less so. The first door on the left was a place I had become all too familiar with. His bedroom alone was probably bigger than my apartment at home, and he had a king-sized double all to himself. Much like the rest of the house, everything in his room was lavish. He had more gaming consoles, another TV, and laying on his mahogany bed felt like being on a cloud. His window looked across onto the estate, with a city skyline in the distance. Man, what a life. “Where would you like me to be today, master?” I asked, even though I had an idea. “On your back. Leave your clothes on; I’ll take those off myself.” I grimaced when I noticed a pair of handcuffs on each of the four corner posts. Those were new. My cock twitched in my pants like it had a mind of its own. It was like it was crying out, “Please, not this again.” I’m sorry, little buddy, but this is where we earn our living. Any protest could end up getting us fired, and then what? We’d have to work at a real job. I flopped down on the bed, my little boss going about locking my ankles and outstretched arms into the corners of the bed. The cuffs weren’t tight or restrictive; they were just enough to prevent me from stopping my master from doing whatever he wanted to me. I watched him at work, a pervy look of determination on his little face. I wondered where he got some of his ideas from, and I certainly doubted he told any of his friends about me. There was no idea he would learn these things at school, and he wouldn’t exactly be able to share that he had his own manservant at home who he got to order around. He was such a cutie though, and I was so lucky in a way. I was lucky to be able to serve this young dark stallion, and I was lucky izmit escort bayan to get to witness his young developing cock and suck him and tend to his feet at the end of a long day. I often hoped, before he got too much older, that he might take my virginity. His size should mean an easy ordeal, and I couldn’t imagine anything lower than having a boy like him plugging away at my asshole. With all the preparations made, he joined me on the bed, parking his butt across my lower torso, facing away from me. I was like a toy to him now, stranded and helpless. All I could see was his back as he undid my pants belt and buckle, like a kid at Christmas opening a present. I could tell the moment my cock and balls were exposed when there was a change of air about them. No longer were my genitals covered by the safety of my clothes; they were all out in the open. He had pulled everything out, my boxers down to my knees. My fuzzy, hairy legs and belly probably look like an alien landscape to my much smoother master. He wrapped his small warm hand around my semi, yanking on it roughly. Thankfully, he didn’t have a lot of strength to make it particularly painful, and while nothing he did felt particularly good, the fact that it was such a young boy doing it always seemed to make me hard regardless. He had no technique and didn’t really touch me anywhere I liked, though on the occasions he did, his clawing immature hands always made me bone up regardless. Just like with his feet, he had a routine he would go through with me here as well. Once he had pulled on my cock enough times for his satisfaction, or I had grown fully hard, he would grab at my balls, feeling their size and shape. While I couldn’t see anything he was doing, I could tell from the places he would grope. He would always move from my shaft to my sack and finally inspect my pisshole. He would pull back my foreskin completely, something he couldn’t do to himself yet, his little fingers fiddling around scratching around my red exposed glans. “Have you been cleaning your dick properly?” The kid chastised me as if he were my own mother. “Yes, sir.” “Good. How many times should I make you cum today? Three or four times? ” “Oh god, not that many, please sir.” “We managed three last time.” “No sir, it was two times. Remember on the third nothing came out? ” “Are you arguing with me again?” Liam replied, his young voice becoming sterner. “No sir, I’m sorry, sir. ” UNF. Despite my apology, he suddenly decided to open palm slap my nuts. His hit wasn’t particularly strong, but there was enough force there for my balls to crunch together, nausea hitting me from the pain. “I’m going to make you cum until I get bored. Or so I have to smack you again. ” “No sir, I understand. Do what you want. ” I replied. “Are you sure?” he asked again, tapping his open half against my balls. ” “Yes sir. Do whatever you like. ” A dull izmit escort ache grew in my groin, but I was helpless to do anything about it. Satisfied his message had got through, he started masturbating me, yanking my cock up and down with all the finesse of a boy trying to get ketchup out of a bottle. Even through his terrible technique, I had been holding on all day, and so it took not too long before I felt the familiar simmer of my balls, brewing my first load. Liam had made me cum before, so he would probably recognise all my signs. Sitting on my stomach, it didn’t take long for him to make me to cum, my balls tightening, my cock getting that little bit harder, my belly jerking and quivering as his little fingers relentlessly touched me. My first cum felt amazing, like I was pushing a soft marshmallow down my cock, a light cloud of amazing orgasm erupting my seed, likely all over his hands. “Whoa, you had a lot today!” Liam announced, wiping my jizz off on my pants. “Thank you, sir. You always make me cum so fast,” I panted, coming down from my first high. Before I even had a moment to catch my breath, he moved himself to a new position. Instead of sitting on my stomach, he got up, crouching over my body on his knees and elbows. I don’t think my penis even had the chance to wilt when his other hand started working on my shaft again. His body was over top of me, his wavering ass filling my field of vision. My eyes rolled back in my head as he jerked me off for the second time, my balls still aching as they were demanded to produce a second volley. While the first usually only takes a few minutes, it would likely take a lot longer for the second. I focused my vision on his ass. If I was going to cum before my dick got raw, I needed more stimulation than his inexperienced pulling. He did have a nice ass, though. It shook slightly as he erratically pumped his arm along my length, exerting himself to make me sum for the second time. While I had seen his naked cock so many times, one day I hoped he would treat me by letting me see his butt. I couldn’t think of anything I wanted more than to lick it or kiss his hole. I would bury my tongue in what I imagined was an incredibly tight virgin anus, and make him scream. My thoughts wandered to what cute little noises he would make with my tongue to his ripe shitter and how good it would feel for him. This kid thrived off of making me feel beneath him, so I only hoped it was a matter of time before he would have me do something so dirty for him. Perhaps if there was ever a chance that my employment might be ending, I could just take his ass for myself and drive my tongue up there before he knew what was going on. My nuts lurched at the idea. I could feel my second cum approaching just thinking about doing that to him. I could take him while he was on his back, turn him over till his knees were at his ears, and izmit kendi evi olan escort bury my tongue so far up his tony chute till his eyes popped. I could probably make him have his little boygasm just by doing that! I don’t know how he was playing with me in that moment, but thinking about the act made me cum for the second time. A greater intensity was growing, my cock buzzed, my balls squeezing the last of my load up and out of my cock. I panted in place. “You didn’t have much that time.” Liam announced as I tried to recover. It didn’t feel like much either. After the first load, it was most likely just a dribble. “Sorry sir. My um, balls can only carry so much cum, and you did such a good job the first time. ” “Hmmph. Well, I’ve got to go pee. That took ages. ” Liam got off of me, heading out of the bedroom, and I watched his backside disappear out of the room. I stared down my chest at my exhausted looking penis, a single dribble of white sperm oozing from my tip. It was starting to feel a little sore from the demands of this kid. I was already sore and he was almost certainly going to try to make me cum at least once more. I could hear the light rumbling stream of his pee against porcelain in the next room. A twinkle of boy pee, which I heard slowly tapering off and finishing off with a flush. “My hands are getting tired, but I’m going to make you cum again.” He said, as he re-entered his room. “Oh please sir, I don’t think I have anything left.” Ignoring my pleas, he climbed back up on top of me. Where he had started out by sitting on me, then prone over my chest and stomach, now he positioned himself further backwards, basically sitting his ass on my face. Most of this weight was leaning down at my waist, but his ripe elementary school butt found itself parked right on top of my head. Breathing became a little more difficult, his buns and thighs squashing me and making me a little claustrophobic as he started a 3rd round. I groaned in protest as he started jerking me again, my tired cock not wanting any more, but being smothered in place, I doubt he even heard me. I wanted to struggle, but being handcuffed I had no control. I wanted to cry out, but having his ass planted firmly on my head, no one was going to come to help. My cock wanted to rest, but it was at the mercy of this 8-year-old boy, and he was determined to make me cum a third time. My gears grinded into action one last time, my tubes shuddering, pulling and squeezing at the empty chambers of my balls. I don’t know how long it took down there, I was more focused on getting enough air. Eventually, just through the constant motion, my cock got hard once more, my orgasm approaching. I knew I wasn’t going to enjoy this one so much, I just hoped it wouldn’t sting. My back arched, almost launching Liam off of me as I came, my cock puttering nothing more than a spit of pre. I yelled in anguish, like an electric shock had coursed the length of my cock. My cock screamed, as it tried hard to expel anything it had left; my “cum” almost painful. I had no cum left to give, but at least I had earned my paycheck. *** feedback always welcome to ail ***

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