Cyberboy

Imp's Special Christmas

Imp, the 9-year old super-villain boy wakes up entirely naked with his arms pulled wide and tied at the wrists on Christmas morning. His ankles, too, are pulled far apart, and by all four limbs, connect him to the four posts around the large bed. The boy is on his back with his legs elevated a bit, and the sheet beneath his upper legs and butt are coated in dried sperm. Come to think of it, so is he as Imp suddenly remembers how he'd spent all Christmas Eve getting fucked wild by his Crime-Partner, Master, and Lover, the Corruptor, and his 9-Man Team of his handsome, rugged, strong and very masculine Henchmen!

Imp spends a few moments just tensing and loosening his bound limbs, as much as the taut ropes will allow, to relive again all the excitement of so Many Men. Imp's anus still has the tingle and throb in it from having felt hundreds and hundreds of super-potent fuck-thrusts up inside his tender boyhood… and all the thick, creamy Man-Sperm that he knows is still so deep up his butt! He got to swallow a lot too, loving the taste of the hot streams of Man-Cum that flowed onto his tongue and into his mouth and down his throat, to feed him the rich, protein strength of virile Manhood!

They'd fucked and used his small, naked, prepubescent 9-year old body until he was so completely exhausted that he couldn't stay awake anymore… and then they probably kept fucking him even a little more! Visualizing himself as a helpless, powerless, unconscious boy continuing to be fucked… no wait, RAPED (ohhhhh..!) by ruthless Men gives him an excited boy-boner, and once again he knows it for sure that the day he became the Corruptor's boy-partner was the best day ever in his whole life!!

Waking up bound to a bed or a wall or to some bondage device is nothing new for Imp. In fact, it's pretty much the norm. He's a strong, tough, special boy, but he's still never a match for his Master. The Corruptor on his own is enough to work a boy so hard and powerfully that any boy will succumb to unconsciousness. But that's after a lot… oh so much, and finally getting there to that state of being totally overwhelmed so that his boy-strength utterly fails him at last… that's the best place in the world!

He lets out a last exhilarated breath and then turns his attention back to his tied wrists and ankles. This is no way to start off Christmas morning. Like almost always after a session like last night, the Corruptor leaves it up to him to get free from this sort of thing. And he's good at getting free and wriggling out of traps. The boy certainly gets enough practice because for the two of them, Man and boy… bondage rocks!

"These are just loops or rope," he mutters to himself. "This won't take long." And he pulls back and forth with his superior boy strength, from one arm and leg to the other. He draws the ropes taut and then lets them loosen, building up slack. The actions chafe at his wrists and ankles, but that's ok, he's used to that. They're pretty much always chafed.

In less than five minutes he is free from the ropes and with a giggle, he acrobatically flips his lithe, 9-year old form off the mattress to land his bare feet on the carpeted floor in an action-ready stance. Of course the sudden shift of his weight makes him feel again that wonderful soreness of having been Man-Fucked SO many times only hours before. "Fuck yeahhhh… !" he thinks as he has to gnash his teeth a little from the renewed, throbbing pain while he staggers into the bathroom to relieve himself and clean up. He definitely has to pee, glad that he had managed the self-control not to wet himself (and his Master's bed) during the lengthy session, but now barely making it in time with a run-hop-skip to the bowl. Also now, all of the Man-Sperm that had been fired inside him is starting to trickle downward with that weird, oozing sensation that he likes a lot. He'll have to deal with that, but first, he prefers to stand and pee like a boy until the flow has finished splashing its way with a keen tickle from his small boy-dicklet!

Finished, he reaches for his enema kit to clean his insides of the residue of last night's awesome Gang-Sex! If it had just been his partner's, he'd likely carry it inside him for the rest of the day out of his own love and respect. But this was ten Men's worth and that's too much, and most of the buys don't really mean anything to him. And being clean meant being ready-for-more, and that always works for Imp. Thanks to his special diet of protein-rich Man-Sperm, Man-Sperm, and more Man-Sperm, plus some vitamin supplements to keep him young forever, and his super boy-strength, he never has anything else up his butt to have to worry about. As a boy, the whole of his anus is for one thing only, and that is Man-Sex… Awesome Man-Sex!!

Imp runs the water 'til it gets good'n hot 'cuz he's a boy that always likes to take everything extreme! Inserting the nozzle up passed his sphincter as he straddles the bowl with his smooth, bare, slender legs, he gives the bagh a squeeze with both hands. "Oh… GAHHH!!" he yelps as he feels the wet-burning inside him. He likes it even more when his Master holds him or ties him and makes this happen with splashing torrents of especially even hotter water forced up inside him! He holds it in for thirty whole seconds, feeling that anything less would be like not being a boy. Then he releases and does it again and oh yeahhhhh, he's clean after two full rinses, but he does it two more times 'cuz it feels so wicked!

A turn of his body before the full-length mirror shows him the mostly fading marks from the whip they'd used, and especially the criss-crossing on his smooth, supple butt from the hundred strikes of the switch-stick! He is a pale-skinned boy with no tan line at all, but the reddish color that's still noticeable on his abused bottom looks neat and exciting to him, making him bone-up again like the boy he is. He admires his naked, young body for a while, tensing and flexing to reveal what boyish musculature he has, liking his sturdy strength as well as (he knows) his smallness. His color is light because he and his Master prefer it that way, rubbing in a lotion every day to stave off any effects from the sun's rays since so much of his tender skin is exposed thanks to the sexy costume he always wears as Imp. His hair is raven-black, straight, thick and lustrous, and grown fairly long this winter. Other than his eyebrows and lashes, there is not the slightest hair anywhere else on his silky-smooth, supple body, and that's something else he likes very much indeed. He is a boy, always… 9-years old, and always will be forever and ever!

"You are a total boy," he says aloud to himself in fierce tones, "A total fukkin' faggot boy! You're barely 9-years old and you will never sperm like a Man 'cuz you're just a fukkin' boy. But you can suck cock better'n anyone, and you c'n take it up your boy-ass by tons of Men and like it!! Yeah, youy little faggot, you took it from ten fucking awesome Men last night, and you took it like a boy! They may be BIG and massive and strong with dripping hard Man-Cocks, but they all wanted you! They all wanted a boy like you… a fukkin' 9-year old boy to fuck over and over… a boy to fuck good'n hard!! You were their boy! You got Ten Men off! Ten Men totally got their rocks off by fucking you!! You are a totally, fukkin' awesome faggot-boy!!"

With that, he steps away and searches for his Imp uniform which had been scattered the night before when they forced him naked in a flurry to serve their sex! He finds his tight-fitting, black leather-like bikini-slip first and holds it up to his nose and breaths in the musky smell of boy-sweat and Man-Sex that has accumulated in the last week. It's very strong now and especially with this being Christmas, it's definitely due for a cleaning. But he loves that smell of total sex and wants it for one more day! Sliding the brief up his long, smooth legs, he adjusts his boysex inside it just so and then looks at himself again, as though he needs assurance that it is still tight and revealing and sexy-as-hell. Then he gathers up the rest of his outfit, the silver-studded black-leather collar, the short open-ended boots and small gloves, and his snug-fitting vest and domino face-mask, all of it jet-black with the distinct aroma of a very sexually-active, little boy.

Glancing at the clock, he sees it's still before 9:00 in the morning, and it's way time he headed downstairs to see what else he got for Christmas (last night had definitely been a gift). Full of sinister avarice, he expects a lot. They've had nothing but good hauls lately, and there should be a ton of swag under the tree for him. But as he saunters down the stairs of the great, grand house he shares with his Master and enters the spacious living room, he sees a sight lit up by the glow of multi-colored Christmas lights that makes his heart jump a beat. And he has to rub his eyes through his little mask to be sure he isn't still dreaming! Then he dashes forward with breathless excitement!

In the center of the room, his Master, the Corruptor has erected a boy-sized T-Cross, and bound to it as helpless as a boy can be is Imp's costumed nemesis, the goody two-shoes boy-hero Goldenboy! He's a scrawny little 8-year old, dressed in golden-yellow with only a tight-fitting bikini-brief, short-cape with collar, gloves, boots, and little domino-mask to protect his own, precious secret identity. It all matches the pretty lad's golden hair and nicely tanned skin tone. This morning Goldenboy also has the added accessories of a red ball-gag inserted into his mouth, held in place around his head with a green leather head-set. His smooth, slender, bare arms are outstretched on the cross-beam of the cross, held in place by green leather straps buckled securely around his skinny wrists, with little red bells attached that jingle whenever he wriggles. Simple red cords are tied around his ankles to fasten them together, to allow him to hang limply by only the wrist straps so he can get to experience a kind of crucifixion.

Judging by the wide-eyed expression on the helpless boy's face, and desperate quivering, he's been experiencing this for some time now. The golden-haired boy is also banged up and bruised around his face, chest, and stomach, like his capture had been wickedly ruff and violent, like he'd faced the Corruptor and ALL of his Men! But a touch and a sniff to the lower part of the helpless boy-hero's brief proves that he hadn't been used or raped by anyone… at least not yet. He is still clean, totally clean. A sweet, faggot boy-hero like Goldenboy would never wear a uniform that wasn't all nice and fresh and sparkley new-clean every day!

Fuk though, he looks so sexy hanging like this, thinks Imp. His arms are straining with his taut, well-exercised, little boy muscles showing the exertion, and his chest and stomach desperately striving to keep breathing. Imp forces up a sneer, but as he looks up and down the bound, wide-eyed brat, he has to admire his Master's self-control over his own Men. Only to himself would Imp ever admit that the blond-haired Goldenboy is extremely pretty, and if Imp were a Man, or even an older boy, he'd have wanted to fuck Goldenboy's brains out right away! He glides his gloved hands around his enemy's bare chest and strokes little tickle-circles on his stomach, which made the captive boy's already harsh breathing from the bondage even worse.

The ball-gag had been stuffed deep into the helpless hero's mouth and Imp recognized that it had a protruding phallic from the back that was certainly blocking Goldenboy's throat. He was having to breath through his nose, which was getting hard now from the moist snot that was dripping from both nostrils. The smaller boy was already crying too as the pain of the torture was quickly reaching an overwhelming level. There's a bright red ribbon around the gag with a nice bow, which Imp, like most boys at Christmas, hurriedly yanks from his present. Deft, gloved fingers then undo the fasteners for the headset and with a push back on Goldenboy's head, he plucks the ball-gag out and drops it on the floor.

The weary boy-captive tastes air again and begins to gulp it in. Slightly recovered, he looks down with a fierce puppy-glare at Imp and gathers what's left of his strength to strain bravely and struggle once more against the leather straps that pin his arms to the upper cross, jingling the little bells again. Imp watches the spectacle, knowing that these bonds have been used to hold him firm and steady to face his Master's own games of bondage. So for sure if Imp couldn't ever get himself free, there was no way that a wimpy faggot like Goldenboy was ever going to escape.

Still, the helpless, fair-haired boy struggles even more gamely as the dark haired lad reaches up and touches his tightly bound legs, running his hands up the smooth flesh to the young hero's own little brief. Goldenboy grits his teeth and grimaces as though in pain as Imp strokes the smaller boy's testicles and boy-penis gently, causing it to stiffen in breathless boy excitement. Imp's own boydick has been supremely boy-boner hard in his own, tight leather bikini ever since he saw the helpless youngster before him.

"Merry Christmas, Goldenboy," he says with a nasty grin after the hero has exhausted his reserves of strength in fruitless struggle. "I can't believe it. You were out patrolling last night? On Christmas Eve?! And you look like you got the crap beat out of you… giggle… and so now you're here!"

"Wha… what are you going to… to do with me," gasps the helpless, younger boy.

"Oh, don't worry," replies Imp, "We're going to have lots of fun playing together! Well, I know I will! You're gonna have to do as best you can!" Goldenboy's bondage puts him about a foot above the floor, so Imp has to lean in close and stand tip-toe to be able to whisper into the ear of the younger boy while he continues to fondle him. "But we both know you love it too, you little faggot, and you're gonna get just what you REALLY wanted Santa to bring you, and I bet just what you totally deserve this year for Christmas! You know what that is, right? Lots of fucking! Good'n hard too, the way we both know little faggots really like it!!"

A man enters the room dressed in black, form-fitting leathers, fastened all over with chain-links.. He is heavily muscled and slightly more than six-feet-sin-inches tall… Imp's partner and lover, the Corruptor. He comes up behind his pet-boy, towering above the youngster and reaches down to caress his boy's leather-covered bottom and then around to stroke the young erection he knows is there. "MMMmmm… I know how much you love seeing little Goldenbrat like this, Timothy. He's my special gift to you!" he says in a whisper, not sharing his boy's secret identity name with the helpless, little hero.

The boy backs into his man and presses against the hard, majestic cock that he knows is straining against snug leathers. Imp hunches his shoulders to feel the powerful thickness press into his own smooth back. The Corruptor is 11" [28 cm] hard and Imp loves every thick, massive inch that is every day painfully rammed deep up inside his ultra-tight boy-ass! As a 9-year old boy, his anus has been trained and modified to withstand penetrations of up to 13" [33 cm] without rupture, although again as a proper young boy of only 9-years, his personal pleasure limit is only a bit over eight inches [20 cm]. The rest hurts, whether from over-sized sex-toys or even his own Man-Lover. Sex with the Corruptor is always a combination of pleasure and pain for Imp, and that's what gets him utter boy-hard every day!

Imp gasps with a thrill as the Corruptor lifts him up effortlessly in his arms, the weight of his boy-body meaning nothing to his Master's ferocious strength. He is turned around and kissed passionately on the lips, and the boy responds with desire as he always does, wrapping his bare legs around his Man's powerful torso and pressing his stiff boyhood against the muscular chest. All of a sudden, Goldenboy doesn't exist anymore, as Imp only wants his Man to fuck him once again!

"But let's not ignore your special little guest," says the Corruptor. "Why don't you see what kinds of toys Santa brought for him to play with?"

Imp's eyes glisten after he recovers from his daze from being set back down. Then he scampers to the tree, bends over, and quickly sorts the presents. Of course most of them have his own name on the tags, but there were a few with 'Goldenboy' written on them in colorful script. He chooses one that is over a foot long and in a distinctive and exciting shape, but nicely wrapped. With fake innocence, he returns with it to hold it in front of the bound hero. "What could it be?" he asks with a nasty gleam in his masked eyes.

He opens it up slowly, savoring the moment, setting the ribbon and pretty bow to the side. When it is revealed, he ooohs and aaahhhs. "Oh look, Goldenboy," he exclaims. "It's a Dildo! Oh, but it's big! It's so thick and really lonnnnnng! Wow, it must be, like, 13 Inches [33 cm]! And it's real heavy too, I bet it's solid chrome! And look at those hot, black rubber studs all around it! That's gonna make it 'specially wicked!! Oh yeah, this'll feel super intense to get fucked with! You must've been a real good boy this year, I bet, 'cuz this is from the Fagboyz' Ultra-Extreme Collection of Bondage-Dildos, and they're real 'spensive! And look, there's so many more presents waiting for you, and I bet they're all real cool just like this. But we picked this one first so you getta try it and lemme know how special it really is! Don't be shy, 'cuz I asked Santa for one of these too, an' I want you to lemme know how super-awesome it feels!

"An' don't worry about being all tied up 'cuz I'm gonna help you since we're such gooooood friends!!"

Holding it in his small hands to pause and appreciate the enormousness of the sex-toy, Imp realizes that this really has to be one of his own gifts with the tags changed after the Corruptor had come across Goldenbrat out on patrol and likely away from his own partner, Avenger. There's a moment when the selfish boy-villain considers that he doesn't really care for the idea of sharing his own presents, especially when Goldenboy is going to get to try it first! He lets out a breathy snarl but then looks up again at the perspiration and tear-stained face of the helpless hero who is trying his best to be brave and not cry and even more desperately… to wriggle out of the wrist bands. The emerald-green eyes of the blond-haired boy stare fixedly through his yellow mask at the terrible torture-toy held in Imp's hands. It's size and shape compels the presence of overwhelming masculine power to both boys, neither of whom can resist the hardness of their own stiff dicklets in the confines of their tight costume briefs at the breath-taking sight. But knowing that he will be on the brutal receiving end of this, Goldenboy is struggling to suppress a scream of horror.

"It's worth it," thinks Imp as he squats down to the floor, sets the dildo down and starts about to adjust the T-Square Cross for anal-penetration punishment. On both ends of the strong, center beam are two shorter sections that pull out from the center at wide angles and then lock into place. They are connected to the center beam from just below the point of the prisoner's legs and have a small ledge at the end for the victim's feet to take the strain off his arms and reduce the risk of slow strangulation.

With well-practiced skill, Imp easily undoes the knots tying Goldenboy's two ankles together, and then quickly yanks one leg wide apart to stretch it out against the extended plank. Holding it firm against the 8-year old's renewed struggle, he fastens the green strap around the ankle and secures the buckle with it's own cute, little red bell. He then adjusts the foot brace upward to give the helpless boy some support, not out of kindness but rather to realign the bulk of the helpless boy's coming anguish to a different part of his squirming body.

Imp then repeats the procedure to Goldenboy's other leg so that the whimpering, young victim is spread-eagle bound for what is to come.

Imp's eager fingers tug and reach into the leg opening of the golden-yellow bikini-brief of the hero's uniform, and then pushes downward at the base of the brief until the sharp nail of his finger pokes a tear in it. After a few moments, the hole is widened so that Imp has entirely exposed the virgin-taut rosebud of Goldenboy's sphincter. "Oh yeah, it's going to happen for real, Goldenboy. And I wanted you to have to get it while still wearing all of your proud, uniform. I know you'll like it more that way."

The fear is too much and the stiff boner of the blond haired boy starts to soften, but Imp bends down to lick it almost lovingly and quite expertly up and down for as many times as it takes until the sobbing masked boy is fully stiff and excited again.

Goldenboy continues to struggle as best he can… but once again to no avail. "Please, oh please… !" he softly begs.

"I bet you were worried you were gonna have a boring Christmas, huh? With all sorts of crappy presents like clothes and dumb games and toys" says Imp as he raises the torture-toy up between Goldenboy's wide-spread leg. He lets it linger with the tip of it prodding menacingly through the tear in the small hero's golden brief to rub against the pin-prick tight sphincter of Goldenboy's precious boy-sexuality. "Yeahhh, but I bet you knew we'd get you something real cool!"

But then Imp pulls it back and looks up at his Partner. "Oh gosh hey, Corruptor. Don't we have at least some kinda vaseline or faggy lubrication for cute, little Goldenboy here… I mean, since it is Christmas Day after all?" he asks with such sweetness that the helpless, young hero looks momentarily relieved.

But the villainous Man merely snaps his fingers in regret. "I'm sorry Imp, but I checked and it looks like Santa didn't bring any kind of gels or lubes at all."

With a shrug of his slender shoulders, Imp lies again, "Shucks, and since I'm not a wimpy, faggot, crybaby, little girl… I don't even have any of that stuff!" He turns back and again places the tip of the dildo against the trembling boy. "So ok. This mean that I am going to have to push REALLY hard to shove this giant thing up that super-tite butt of yours, Goldenboy. I hope you appreciate all the… unff… trouble I'm going to… unngghh… to make your Christmas… hunhh… soooo Very. Fucking. Special!!!"

And with a final effort, Imp drives the fierce looking implement deep up the quivering flesh of the already tear-faced, sobbing and pleading Goldenboy! A blood-chilling scream issues forth from the bound 8-year old as he feels his insides brutally and horribly invaded by the metal and rubber sextoy. His anal muscles tear wide apart as the dildo is driven deeper and deeper, and gets twisted and turned as it goes! It's painfully clear that Imp knows exactly how it feels to be a boy and how to use a dildo to inflict expert anal-torment! Each further thrust makes helpless Goldenboy cry all the louder, shrill screams of total boy-sex anal-agony! And every gut-wrenching wail of helpless boy pain makes Imp giggle and laugh and continue to play with the blond-haired boy's suffering!

Because of the long time spent bound and the fearsome anticipation of what was about to happen, Goldenboy was so primed that he anal-sex dry-orgasmed almost immediately from the repeated painetration thrust. His sexually sensitized rectum responds to the fierce sensations of punishment by causing his tender, 8-year old body to convulse in relentless sexual agony. His body's response to the cruel arousal was far away from anything that could be called pleasure, and is certainly also not a climax as Imp has no intention to do anything but continue with more sexual thrusts to the boy!

The wild-eyed Imp grits his teeth and braces his legs as it takes considerable effort to push and pull the enormous device in and out of the spasming body of the helpless second-grader. But the effect of the object-rape on his victim is so totally worth it as he pummels the insides of the younger boy again and again with brutal anal-sex punishment. He knows that Goldenboy is the hero Avenger's precious boy and lover and personal sextoy, and they both loooooove each other. They don't play games together like this… like Corruptor has taught Imp to play. Fuk no. Sure, Goldenboy is a true boy too, kinda like him in that he never grows or gets older so he'll always be a boy. And he's a total faggot and likes it and can take it good… maybe nearly as much as Imp can. But he doesn't like it like this, even if his puny, little boy-dicklet is unbelievably stiff right now as Imp rams the vicious dildo in and out of his always-also, virgin-tight boy-butt over and over again. Oh! Ohhhh… Listen to how shrill he screams, like a total fukkin' baby-girl just cuz'a little sex-torture!!

"Unfff… unffff!!" exerts Imp. He remembers the last time they fought, in the lair of the mutual enemy to all boys like them, the Mutilator. They'd beaten him together but then their strained alliance disintegrated as they turned on each other. And Goldenboy had gotten sooooo lucky and managed to kick Imp into the coils of the Mutilator's Impaler-Device that had been originally intended for the little hero. Strong cables had quickly snapped around the limps of the black-leather clad boy and hoisted him up in the air and down on a sharp protrusion that ripped a fast hole in his black bikini-brief and then pulled him into a tight grip of flexible metal cords. A boy in position as per its programming, it began a series of penetrations with a brutal variety of instruments that were all specifically designed for overwhelming boy anal-torture! The pain-enhanced dildos were also being driven in with the merciless precision of a Machine that had been designed for absolute zero pleasure-potential of even the most experienced of boys. Imp's screams had been shrill, long, very sincere, and beginning almost immediately, as the first mechanized thrust drove him hopelessly beyond his boy-strength capacity.

Desperate, he'd even pleaded with Goldenboy to turn it off, but the young hero only wiped the blood from his mouth from their struggle, turned, and walked away. The Corruptor did not find his boy-partner until hours later, by which time, Imp had wet himself twice and cried so much he was dehydrated. His throat was raw from his continuous screams and he needed several days' recovery before he could even move. It was an assault that he did not even want to talk about and pleaded with his Master to destroy the machine. To be sure, he'd also never admitted to teaming up with his nemesis or ever even suggested that Goldenboy had beaten him.

And now, even with Goldenboy helpless again before him, he refused to admit anything or even speak of it in any way. He tightened his glare and banished the memories as he continued to assault his enemy. Yeahhhh, listen to him screeeeeeem! thought Imp privately, This is enough. Goldenfaggot would have died after ten minutes if he hadn't ducked just in time and got knocked into the Impaler himself! Only I'm boy-tuff enough to take it! he considers with a proud sneer.

"Oh yeahhh, thank-you, Master," Imp says in a breathless voice after he's ravished the boy's insides for nearly five whole minutes. Goldenboy hangs limply from his wrist-bonds, his eyes glazing… thin traces of blood greasing the fearsome dildo. "This is the best action-figure toy I've ever had!" adds Imp. "Ohhh fuk yes, oh, listen to him cry! Did you see it going in and out of him? Oh yeahhh, I know it hurtz so much! So big… so fierce. I am sooo fukkin' boy-boner hard!! I'm gonna play and play and play with him… an' I bet I never get tired of him too!!

The Corruptor touches the raven-haired boy's shoulder caressingly, and then traces his large hand down the slender boy's back and smoothes the lad's firm, round bottom. Two fingers probe lower and stroke against the 9-year old, 3rd-grader, virgin-tight anus of Imp through the wafer-thin black leather. The boy lets out a gasp and says, "Ohhh… oh yesss..! Le..lemme do more… lemme have him fo… for twenty more minutes… maybe a half-hour. Oh, he screams soooo good! An' then… oh gosh then… I'll need you to fuck me… ohhh yeahhhh… ultra Ram-Fuck me intensely super-deep and Mega-Hard!! Right in front of him! Over and Over… fuck me soooo Hard!! Sperm up inside me all you can! And then… and then make me have'ta feel… all of the new fuk-toys so he can see how a real boy takes it!! Then… then you c'n… can real brutal rape him and… and I'll watch. Pleeeeeze promise me that you will really fuck him utter savage so he bleeeeeeeds!!! And then… hunhhuhh… and then… !"

"And then," continues the Corruptor, "While I am fucking you for hours and hours like the little Prince you are, he'll be picked up by Devorieux and his Men and taken away to be gang-raped without mercy all through the rest of his super-special Christmas Day and Night Time too until the morning when they'll finally let him go, drenched in sperm!"

"Ohhhh," answers Imp as his starry eyes imagine the sight of it. "Mr. Devorieux has so many men on his payroll. Poor little Goldenboy will have more'n a gallon of sperm pumped up his mega-raped boy-butt! ohhhh… oh wow. Best. Christmas. Ever!"

The giant of a Man smiles and nods and then leans over to kiss the raven-haired boy he loves more than anything or anyone he's ever found. Imp turns completely away from his victim to return the kiss with slender arms wrapped firmly around his Man's neck in a show of true adoration. His love for the man is as true as can be… much greater than his dislike of Goldenboy! And he can stay in the strong arms of his Master forever.

Finally the Corruptor breaks the embrace and almost reluctantly turns his boy back around towards the prisoner and gives him an extremely firm slap on his black-leather covered behind. Imp only grunts, barely managing to hold back the sharp cry of pain such a hard spank deserves because he will NOT show weakness in front of Goldenboy. He knows his Man-Lover will let him cry as much as he wants, and give him lots of reasons to cry when they're alone together later on. But now the words of his Master command him, "Imp, I want to hear some very loud screams from this trouble-making, little brat, do you hear me?"

Imp nods eagerly with a determined and wicked smile and wild eyes! He grips the dildo firmly in his two, gloved hands and drives it in as hard as he can, renewing life to the bound but brave boy-hero who lets out a high-pitched shriek of pure pain!! Imp continues to violate the boy with furious thrusts, pulling it back so barely two inches remains in the writhing boy and then a new, violent shove forces the entire length all the way up into the battered anus of the tortured, screaming, costumed child!

So intent is Imp in his efforts that he does not notice his Master tugging down his own tight, leather bikini-brief until he feels the penetration of one of his own, new presents. The torture device is forced all the way up Goldenboy and held in position as Imp stiffens at the sudden presence of a thick, 8" [20 cm] butt-plug filling his own anus. He stands still, legs spread, as the ripple of sensation runs through him from the exciting vibrations that the breath-takingly ribbed & ridged sextoy device is set for. He gasps three times while his Man re-secures the leather-bikini back into position to add it's support to the devices' own tapered shape to keep it firmly imbedded up Imp's own virgin-taut boyhood. He and Golden-boy are the same, they both heal fast from everything, and most importantly to their lives as boys… especially from penetration. That way they're both always fresh and new-virgin ready for more… always more ultra supreme Man-boy adventure and excitement!

Filled with the thrilling power of penetration, Imp takes a deep breath and then turns his attentions back toward Goldenboy, assaulting his victim's helpless insides once more with the pain-filled, studded dildo, and filling the room with the sharp, shrill cries of total boysex agony.

Sixty seconds fly by until the thrilling vibrations inside the older boy suddenly pause and the 8-inch toy so firmly up his tight anus immediately then emits a burst of electric shock that lurches the sexually active child into the sturdy Cross-Frame and the costumed boy bound to it. Four more times, as the 9-year old grips the bare and bound arms of his victim for support, the seizure of electric shock strikes into the most sensitive part of Imp's entire body, making him feel as though a gigantic, razor-covered Cock had been thrust up his anus to rupture through and impale him deep to his chest!! The whole of his body convulses in a breath-taking, dry orgasm of total boysex intensity!

He grips and holds onto Goldenboy and stares with deep, raspy breaths into the face of the other, also very sexual and absolutely, totally, gay, loves-to-get-fucked faggot-boy in the bright yellow-gold outfit. The little hero, with the fearsome dildo twisted so deep up his own clenching, pain-filled bottom that it would not come out, looked down into the other boy's eyes and for a moment, there was only the acknowledged mutual-hunger of two young boys who desperately need their Men.

Imp then stands up as tall as he can on his tip-toes and kissed the other boy lustfully on the lips, and then in the next instant, drives the whole rest of the dildo up Goldenboy's quivering rectum with a powerful shove. "Who said you could stop crying and screaming?" he spit with a sneer. Next to him on the floor are three more horribly cruel looking dildos of almost impossible size and shape, along with a deliciously awful whip with fifteen long twisted leather strips at the end of it. 9-year old Imp set to work with all the viciousness that he'd learned at his Master's hand.

The Corruptor sets a Christmas music CD to play and the caroling of happy children fills the room with the sounds of joy… intermingled with the agonized cries, pitiful sobs and piercing wails of the helpless, 8-year old Goldenboy!

***

Some hours later, the Corruptor gasps, breathing heavily still as he braces and pulls out of his boy at last. It takes an exertion of his own powerful strength to withdraw from the incredible suction of Imp's insatiably hungry anus. His powerful cock still drips a trickle of Man-Sperm, even though most of it has been left behind to feed the appetite of his beloved child-lover's still quivering rectum.

Imp can only moan as the overwhelming presence that he'd been feeling steady and full and true for so long now has finally gone away. The young boy sobs from the sheer magnificence of the whole experience. He feels like he's been fucked like no boy has ever been fucked before. Drained and exhausted, he really has been fucked to his very limit and even beyond. This is the perfect end to a perfect day.

Strong arms wrap around the boy's slender frame and pull him in close to feel the muscular presence of his Man. The tired and spent boy is content, what boy could want more than this? Petted and stroked and caressed and loved… Imp feels so cherished in his lover's arms. "That was awesome," he says in a raspy voice. It was hardly necessary for him to put it into words, but he's a boy and he can't stand silence for too long.

"Have I fucked you enough, partner?" asks the Corruptor. "Are you finally going to settle down and give me a moment's peace?"

"I guess," sighs the boy weakly as he struggles to turn around so he can kiss his Man-Lover on the face and lips with a gentle touch. "Aaron…? I love you so fukkin' much."

The Corruptor laughs. "Mmmmm… I've awakened your romantic side at last." They embrace and kiss together softly, both of them well content simply to enjoy each other's touch and mere presence and nothing more.

"Are you ready for sleep, Timothy?" asks the Man as he feels his small lover's touch becoming less responsive. He knows by now that the boy really should be exhausted.

"Almost there," he yawns as his slender arms pull him right up to his Man. "I was just thinking about… you know."

"Hmmm? No, I don't know," smiles the Corruptor. "When I'm not fucking you, I never know what's going on in that little devil's brain of yours. So now what else do you want?"

Imp pushes back a little and puts inches between Man and boy. "I don't want anything. I was just thinking about, y'know, Goldenboy."

"Him? What about him?"

"Well," Imp pauses a little and considers his thoughts. "You didn't really hand him over to Devorieux and his creeps… did you?"

The Corruptor leans up on his braced elbow and topples the small boy on his back with one simple push, and then pins the easily pliable lad down with a strong hand pressed to the slight chest and stomach of the dark-haired boy. He then caresses palm-circles on Imp's bare torso, slow and steady. "Sounds like I haven't corrupted you enough. So what if I did hand Goldenbrat over?"

Imp shrugs his slender shoulders, not making a move to get away from the pleasant touch. "Nothing. Just, y'know. Kinduva shitty thing to do on Christmas."

The Corruptor leans up and glances at the bedside clock, "Yeah, so what? We're well over with Christmas now anyway." He looks back down on the small boy. "You getting all soft on me, kid?"

"Yup!" Imp says with a giggle and a stretch of his slender limbs. "I am filled with holiday spirit and good will to everyone. And that includes wimpy, little, costumed, boy-hero faggots." He turns his head and grins impishly. "Still, I mean, did you really?"

"No," the Man answers with annoyance at the admission. "It would have been a trick if I had. Devorieux and his Men aren't even available."

"Really?" the boy answers with another barely-stifled yawn. "When that happen?"

Corruptor continues to stroke circles against the exhausted boy, seeing his eyelids get heavier and drawing him closer to much-needed sleep. "You heard about how they got their hands on Dynaboy several weeks back, right?" Little Imp silently nods. "Well, they kept that kid for five days, made a bunch of pay-per-view live-feeds of what they were doing to him. And it all got a little out of hand."

The tired boy turns just slightly to give him an interested look to continue.

"So Dynaman finally managed to track them down. No one's quite sure what happened next, but there is nothing left of their old hideout on 73rd Street. Frankly, I wouldn't want to bet on Devorieux still being alive without getting some really good odds. You can also figure that whatever might be left of his gang is scattered and huddled deep underground and likely won't be coming up into the sunlight for a long, long time. Even heroes can get pissed."

"Oh yeah," mutters Imp. "I saw one of those vids. Five days like that? Wow, pooooor Dynaboy." The boy's voice trails off and his eyes glaze as he seems to see some sort of vision in front of his eyes.

The laughter of his Man startles him a little. "Ok, so what now? I know that look," says his powerful partner who moves his hand from the boy's chest to the lad's smooth cheek and chin. "Do you need me to fuck you again?"

Imp giggles softly but uncontrollably until his lover gently resumes stroking his chest and stomach again, settling him down until he softly answers, "No, I'm ok. You've already done me so much that I'm soooo fukkin' tired. Keep petting me though."

"So at the end of our story," drawls the Man to his boy, "the little faggot hero, Golden-Boy, who was still all so very sore from having been abused so much by the wicked villains, was left on the very same rooftop where he'd been found in the first place. He woke up only a few minutes later, with a nice bottle of water next to him with a bright red ribbon."

"What…?"

"Don't interrupt," says the Man sternly as his firm hand keeps the boy from rising up. "He would be damned thirsty by then. If you're going to be a good Villain, you have to consider these sorts of details. Now where was I? Ok, so he had a nice bottle of water and also a brightly wrapped little Christmas present at his side for being such a good prisoner. And even the tiny tracking device that's so secretly hidden in the hem of his cape had been fixed and activated once again like it was a Christmas Miracle!"

He presses a firm finger against the boy's lips and continues. "Just like all boys, our little hero is curious too! So he tears open the wrapping-paper to open the gift and what to his wondering eyes should appear… but a squeeze-tube filled with anal-soothe gel. He may look like an innocent angel, but this kid knows what he's doing. So with a tug of his briefs he put it to work and in a minute or so, he wasn't so achey and sore and was able to stand on his own again. Like a dry camel, he sucked down that water pretty fast too. Then he stuffed both the bottle and tube down deep under the rooftop snow just before Avenger showed up on his flying Avengi-Cycle, or whatever the hell he calls it."

"Huh?" asks Imp with a soft, barely-awake voice. "He's not gonna tell Avenger…?"

"Would you?"

Imp's eyes blink weakly as he remembers again the Mutilator's machine. "You're so smart," he mutters. "No wonder you're the Man and I'm the boy."

"And so in the end, all the good little boys… and all the bad little boys were snug and safe in their warm beds after having been fucked all just as much as they ever wanted by the strong and awesome Men that love them like the brave and daring boys they are. And everyone had a wonderful Christmas and lived happily ever after."

Imp smiles as his eyes finally close. "Thassa great story…" his voice trails off. "So ok… G'night," as the boy falls fast sleep.

"Good night Timothy, my little prince," concludes the Corruptor as he presses the boy's slight body towards him and holds him safe and secure all through the night.

The End