Chapter 1
Runs in the family

Mr. Hayes was standing at the school's door as every morning to receive his teenagers. George Hayes had been a school counselor for over ten years now and he had made a habit out of receiving the kids to school every morning. He was a loved man in his forties, and kids and parents respected him all the same. He was greeting everyone when he saw Sebastian Walker accompanied by his father, Robert. Sebastian was one of Mr. Hayes' favorite students. Every year he had one or two that he liked very much, and Sebastian was definitely his top favorite this year. He was about 160cm [5.2'] and slender with milky white skin and jet black hair. Definitely tall for his age, but a late bloomer, as Mr. Hayes had verified during swimming class, noticing how Sebastian's bulge under his speedo looked more like that of a ten year older. Sebastian smiled and waved his hand at Mr. Hayes and the man smiled widely. Mr. Hayes loved the way Sebastian smiled, more with his small brown eyes than with his mouth.

Robert Walker, Sebastian's father, approached Mr. Hayes as the boys walked inside the school.

"George," Robert said, "Good morning."

"Good Morning, Robert."

"Um … do you have a minute? I'd like to talk to you about something."

"Sure thing. Come into my office."

Robert Walker followed George Hayes inside the school and into the man's office. Mr. Hayes sat behind his wooden desk and signaled Robert to sit on the chair across from him. Robert was sure he was doing the right thing talking to George. They'd known each other since Sebastian was eight and Robert totally trusted the man.

"You seem troubled, Robert," George said, "Is everything okay?"

Robert looked at George hesitating once more if he wanted to let the man know what was going on, but he made up his mind.

"Well, you know how hard it was for all of us when Mary Ann died, and how hard it's been for Sebastian to reach out," he said.

"I know. Is he having issues again? Nightmares?" George asked.

"No, George, not really. It's a different sort of thing."

"Well, Robert, I'm listening," George said smiling.

"I caught Sebastian masturbating a couple of nights ago."

"Robert, dear," George said, "You know that is perfectly normal for a twelve year older. Sebastian has probably reached the age where he's going to start exploring his own sexuality. I don't think you should worry about that."

"I know. I know it's perfectly normal, however, since than night he won't talk to me. I want to tell him it's okay to masturbate, but he has just locked inside himself again and doesn't want to let me in."

"Do you want me to talk to him, Robert?"

"He trusts you," Robert said, "As we all do."

"I appreciate that, Robert," George said.

"It's true. I don't know if you're aware of how much trust you engender, George."

"You think Sebastian would talk to me …"

"You're not his father, George. He trusts you like all the kids in this school. And you're a counselor and a therapist."

George smiled and nodded. It was true he was loved and trusted and a very respected figure, probably more than the principal himself.

"Tell you what," George said, "Bring him by my private office today and let's see what I can do, okay?"

"You're an angel, George," Robert said smiling.

"Oh, shut up!" George said and grinned.

He stood up from his chair and walked Robert outside the school. He found it funny how parents got a bit too worried over boy's discovery of masturbation, especially considering that they had gone through that process themselves. George, however, did not have any children of his own and wondered how he would react. Anyway, it was early morning and he had a lot of stuff to do, so he went to his desk to see about the day's agenda.

***

Sebastian felt uncomfortable that his father was taking him to a counseling session with Mister Hayes, because he knew it had to do with the fact that he'd been caught jerking his dick. On the other hand, he felt good that he was taken to Mister Hayes, because he really liked the man. He was kind and gentle and always had a good word for the boys. Maybe it wouldn't be that bad now that he thought about it. Robert Walker was relieved that Sebastian had agreed to see George. He was sure his son would talk to the kind man.

Robert had omitted telling George that he'd caught Sebastian masturbating to an S&M magazine. He had purposefully omitted that fact since he didn't know how he would've explained that fact that the magazine was his. Since his wife had died almost five years before, he had not found the time to date. He had, however, found the time for masturbation and exploration of his own sexuality. He did not remember how the S&M Magazine "Owned" had come into his possession, but it had very quickly piqued his interest. Over the past three years he had had all sorts of fantasies about bondage and torture, and he'd even bought some toys with which he experimented on himself, but he'd never gotten involved with anyone, he was way too scared to take action. The fact that Sebastian had been jerking off to the magazine had made Robert feel ashamed at himself for not being careful enough to keep his magazines safe. He was scared that he could affect Sebastian's sexual perceptions with his naughty and morbid fascination for S&M.

George Hayes smiled as Robert and Sebastian entered his office.

"Hello Robert, Sebastian," he said.

"Hello, George," Robert said.

"Hi, Mister Hays!" Sebastian greeted.

George Hayes asked Sebastian to sit down and then asked Robert to step outside his office while the counselor talked with his son. Robert knew his boy was in good hands and walked outside the office. George Hayes walked to his own chair and sat down while Sebastian drummed the arms of the armchair with his fingers showing nervousness.

"So," Mister Hayes said, "how are you, Sebastian?"

The boy shrugged in response and beamed shyly.

"Not very talkative today, are we?" he asked grinning.

Sebastian shrugged again.

"Your dad is worried you know?" he said in his always soothing voice, "not because he caught you masturbating …"

Sebastian's eyes opened wide at the easiness with which Mister Hayes had said the word masturbation.

"… but because he thinks you're kicking him out."

Sebastian stared at the floor as Mister Hayes spoke. Maybe his father didn't understand that he was okay, but he didn't want to talk about his masturbatory sessions. He felt embarrassed enough as it was and he didn't need to feel more ashamed by talking to his father about how he'd felt when his father had come into his room and had found him pants and underwear to his ankles wanking his still short 8 cm [3"] dick to one of his weird magazines. So far, Sebastian had wanked to regular fantasies until he'd come across the magazines. Over the past six months he'd seen most of his father's 'Owned' magazines and he even had his favorite ones. He didn't know why, but seeing the women and men in his father's magazines tied to chairs and gagged as they were fucked in their holes by different dicks and objects had made his young dick stiffen. He found it arousing and wasn't sure if it was something he had inherited from his father, the taste for that kind of thing.

"Sebastian?" Mister Hayes said.

"Yes, Mister Hayes?" Sebastian said still looking at the floor.

"Can you look at me?"

Sebastian nodded and looked up. Mister Hayes stood up and walked towards Sebastian sitting down next to him.

"You know there's nothing to be ashamed of, right?" Mister Hayes said, "Masturbating is a very natural thing for every boy to do when puberty hits. I know it's still a topic which is considered taboo in this day and age, but believe me, there's nothing wrong with it."

"For real?" Sebastian asked.

"For real. You know what I think?"

Sebastian nodded waiting for the piece of advice.

"I think you and your dad should sit down and talk about this like father and son."

"You think?" the boy asked.

"I do. We could do it here, you know? I could ask him to come into my office so we three could talk about it."

Sebastian went silent pondering the situation before he uttered an answer. He wasn't sure that was a good idea, but he did want to talk to his father.

"What do you say?" Mister Hayes asked.

"No," Sebastian said firmly, "I'll talk to him at home."

"You sure?" Mister Hayes asked.

"I am."

"Good. I'm going to ask you to now wait outside while I talk to you dad, okay buddy?"

Sebastian stood up and, out of the blue, hugged George Hayes. The man felt delighted and tried to push away so Sebastian wouldn't see the physical reaction he'd caused in the man, namely, a hard throbbing erection. George Hayes had always felt physically attracted to boys around Sebastian's age and the boy was a beauty who stood out among his peers. The reason why George Hayes was single was a mystery to mostly everyone, but he well knew he'd never be able to have a relationship, since anyone he felt attracted to was thirteen or under.

Robert came into the office and closed the door behind him. George offered the man to sit down on the chair across from him.

"So," Robert said, "How did it go?"

"He's going to talk to you," George said as he smiled, "I talked to him about how it was not wrong to masturbate and that there was nothing shameful on it. He said he'll talk to you when you get home and I trust he will."

"Thanks, George. I truly appreciate it."

"I think you should give him some space, you know?" George said.

"How so?"

"When was the last time you dated, Robert?"

Robert felt himself blushing at the question.

"I imagined so. Robert, Mary Ann passed away almost five years ago. Don't you think it's time you went back in the scene? You're a young and good looking successful man, I'm sure plenty of ladies would die to date you."

"I'll … uh … I'll think about it, George."

"You know what you should do? You should go out over the weekend, give yourself an escapade, give Sebastian some room at home to maneuver about his recently discovered favorite hobby, if you know what I mean," George said making a jerk off motion with his right hand.

"I'll think about that too. Thanks, George. Really."

Robert Walker felt relieved and left the office not without thanking George for talking to his son. George Hayes had gotten offended as Robert had asked how much he would be charged for the counseling session, so he'd just shown Robert why everybody loved him so much.

***

The whole road home both Robert and Sebastian remained quiet, probably because they didn't know how to begin the awkward conversation they needed to have. As soon as they arrived home, Sebastian went to his room, but Robert wasn't going to let his son slip away and lock him out again, so he walked to his son's bedroom. He knocked on the door and waited.

"Sebastian?" he said, "Can I come in, son?"

"Sure, dad," Sebastian replied from the other side of the room.

Robert came inside to find Sebastian sitting on the bed and he sat down next to him.

"So," he said, "Was it good with George?"

Sebastian nodded.

"Son," Robert said, "I'm really sorry about invading your privacy and …"

"You didn't," Sebastian said, "It was just so embarrassing that you knew I'd taken your magazine to jack off, you know?"

"That's what I wanted to apologize about, Sebastian. I think I should've been more careful in placing my magazines out of your reach. You're still so young and …"

"Dad," Sebastian interrupted him, "I like your magazines."

"That's what I'm talking about, son. I'm an adult and …"

"Is there something wrong with me liking your magazines, dad?" Sebastian asked.

Robert remained silent for a second. He did not know what to say so as not to confuse his son after George had told him it was perfectly normal to explore his sexuality.

"Dad?"

"No, Sebastian," he said, "there's nothing wrong with you liking my magazines, it's just that … it's not the average thing a teenager jacks off to. Most kids your age masturbate to playboy and the sort and …"

"I did for a while," Sebastian said blushing.

"You did?"

"Uhu," Sebastian said, "but then I found your stash of magazines and um … you know."

Robert Walker looked at his son not really sure of what he should say next. S&M was or sure not average masturbation material, but Sebastian seemed to have taken a liking to them and it fell now under Robert to make sure his son felt okay with himself.

"Why do you like them, dad?" Sebastian asked breaking his father's train of thought.

"What?"

"Why do you like your magazines? Most of them are women tied and fucked," Sebastian said matter of factly, "but in some of them there's also men tied and fucked. Some of them have very strange objects over their dicks and balls."

Robert felt his face burning as his son touched the point, but he had to be open and honest to Sebastian if he wanted his son to ever trust him again, "I'm not completely sure, Sebastian," he said, "I find them arousing. The whole bondage … tied up thing makes something click in my brain … it just makes me horny, I guess."

"Do you … do you feel like doing this to someone, or do you feel like you want someone do this to you?"

Robert knew that what Sebastian was now asking was whether his father was a Dom or a Sub, even if he didn't know the proper terms. Robert felt utterly nervous at having this conversation with his thirteen year old son, but he wanted to be truly honest to him.

"To tell you the truth, Sebastian," he said, "I don't think I have it clear."

Sebastian nodded.

"How about you, son?" Robert found himself asking Sebastian.

"I don't know. Maybe I'd like to be the one doing the stuff?"

"Is that so?" Robert asked.

Sebastian nodded. So Sebastian was showing signs of leaning towards being a Dom.

"But the pics really make me horny," Sebastian continued, "Actually …"

"Yes, son?"

"Both women and men pics make me horny, dad. What … what does that mean, dad? If I like men tied and fucked … does that mean I'm a faggot?" he asked with concern in his face.

"That's a horrible word, son," he said.

"That's what people call them, dad."

"I know, but it's still a horrid word. I think homosexual or gay are better terms," Robert said.

"So, am I gay?"

"I'm not sure if seeing bound men being fucked means you're gay, but I think we both now share a secret, huh?"

Sebastian nodded and Robert dragged his son against him to hug him.

"You know I love you, Sebastian, don't you?"

"I do, daddy."

"I want you to grow free, son. And I want you to never ever feel embarrassed or ashamed at your own sexuality. I'll never stop loving you, no matter what. You can ask me anything, anything."

"Can I borrow your magazines tonight?" Sebastian asked smiling.

"Of course you can, you devil!" Robert said winking at his son.

He stood up from the bed and started walking outside the room, when Sebastian called.

"Dad?"

"Yes, son?"

"I love you."

"I love you too, Sebastian," he said and went to his own bedroom.

***

Robert Walker was in his living room right after dinner. Sebastian was in his room and Robert had just finished doing some numbers. He had decided to carry on with George Hayes' suggestion, so he walked to the phone and dialed the counselor's number.

"Hello?" George said.

"George? It's Robert Walker."

"Oh, Robert! Everything okay?"

"Everything great, George. Thanks for asking. Listen, I wanted to ask you for a huge favor."

"Yes, Robert. What can I do for you?"

"I decided to follow your advice and give Sebastian some room. I'm going off over the weekend and, well I was wondering if you'd be willing to babysit for Sebastian."

"Robert," George said, "If you have someone babysit for Sebastian, he won't have the room you're planning on giving him over the weekend."

"George, I can't leave him home alone, he's just twelve!"

"Robert, nothing will happen to him over a couple of days. I think you should talk it over with Sebastian and leave him in charge. I'm sure he'll appreciate that."

" … "

"Robert, are you still there?"

"I … um … George, are you sure?"

"Robert, believe me, Sebastian will be better off on his own, with plenty of time to play with himself, if you know what I mean."

"Will you," Robert said, "Will you at least drop by over the weekend to see if he's alright?"

"I can totally do that, Robert. But I don't think it's necessary, I think Sebastian will be perfectly okay on his own."

"Thanks George. I'll feel a lot safer if you drop by a couple of times."

"You can count on it. Do make sure Sebastian has my phone number in case he might need something, okay?"

"I'll do that. Thanks again George."

"Bye now."

Robert hung up and walked upstairs to tell Sebastian about the weekend. Sebastian's door was ajar and just as he was about to come inside the bedroom he stopped. Sebastian was lying on his bed, pants and underwear down to his ankles. From this vantage point Robert knew Sebastian couldn't see him, since the magazine covered the boy's face. Sebastian was holding the magazine with his right hand close to his face as he masturbated with his left one. Robert felt ashamed at having walked in on his son again as he jerked off, but for a reason unknown to him, he did not walk away. He stopped there behind the door looking at his own son jacking off to one of his favorite issues of "Owned", the one in which a man was X-tied with his cock and balls being electrified.

As he looked at his son pumping his teen cock up and down, Robert felt his own cock swelling inside his underwear. This was wrong. It was sick. And yet, he couldn't keep his eyes from his son's tiny cock as Sebastian worked himself up. Almost instinctively he grabbed his cock and squeezed on it through his pants. He could feel the wet stain of his precum inside his boxers as he watched his son wanking. It didn't take long for Sebastian to shoot his load and Robert rushed to his bathroom. Once there, he locked the door and started jerking as if there was no tomorrow. As he worked his rod images of Sebastian masturbating in his bed filled his head.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" he exclaimed as he spurted his load thinking of Sebastian.

When he was done cumming and started wiping his cock clean with a towel, he felt ashamed at himself for having jerked off to his son. How was it possible that the image of his own son masturbating had gotten him so horny? He felt dirty and ashamed, but he couldn't get the image of Sebastian cumming to his favorite issue of "Owned". George was right, it was time for him to start dating.

***

Sebastian sighed as he let himself fall on the couch in the living room. His dad had gone away for the weekend and he had the house completely to himself now. It was Friday afternoon and his dad wouldn't be coming back until Sunday night, so he was glad he was going to have time to wank for a while over his father's magazines. Knowing he'd be alone for the weekend, his cock was already hard anticipating the masturbation of a lifetime under the spell of the several issues of "Owned" magazine his father had left for him to have fun with. He went to the kitchen to heat up the pizza his dad had left for him two hours ago, as he departed. When the pizza was done, he took it to the living room and turned on the TV. They were giving V, and he sat to watch as he ate. He was halfway through his slice when the bell rang. Sebastian stood up from the coach and went to the door. Before opening, like a smart boy, he asked.

"Who is it?"

"Sebastian?"

"Mister Hayes!" Sebastian said opening the door for his school counselor, "What can I do for you?"

"Actually my dear, I dropped by to see if everything's okay back here. You know? Your dad was worried about you staying home alone and the sort, and he asked me to keep an eye on you."

"I'm fine, Mister Hayes. Would you like to join me for a slice of pizza?"

"Not really, Sebastian," the man said, "I just stopped by to check in, and since you're okay, I'm going home. Lock the door, please. And don't stay up late!"

"I won't, Mister Hayes. Thanks for dropping by!"

Mister Hayes left and Sebastian locked the door after the man. He then went back to the living room to watch TV and finish up his pizza. It was probably nine o'clock when he went to his bedroom, anticipating a great time with his dad's magazines. He was placing the magazines on the bed when he had the distinct impression of hearing noise downstairs. He approached his door and opened it paying attention to see if he could hear anything. He walked the aisle to the stairs and stopped there.

"Hello?" he asked now obviously nervous.

He didn't hear any other noise but stood there looking down.

"Hello?" he asked again.

There was no reply. He sighed assuring himself he was just being paranoid and walked back to his room. He entered the bedroom and started walking back to his bed, when someone grabbed him from behind placing a cloth over his nose and mouth. Sebastian panicked. There was a burglar in the house and he was home alone! He tried to struggle but the man seemed strong. As he struggled, he noticed how his eyelids started feeling heavier by the minute until, eventually, he lost consciousness.

Chapter 2
The man in the Leather mask: Day 1

Sebastian opened his eyes thinking he'd fallen asleep, but soon he knew he hadn't. As he regained consciousness, he remembered hearing noises and peeking down the stairs. He tried to stand only to realize his hands had been tied at the wrists. He wasn't in his room. That much was clear. The room was barely illuminated by a bulb hanging from the ceiling. Was the place a basement? Maybe it was. He was about to ask for help, when he realized he had a ball gag in his mouth. He tried and looked up and noticed he was tied from wrists and ankles as in an X position over an X structure … and naked, save for his tighty-whiteys. His heart started beating faster at realizing he had become one of the men in his father's magazines. No, this wasn't happening! This had to be a bad dream. He wanted to be a doer, he wanted to be the one doing stuff to a tied man or woman. He didn't want to be them at all!

"Hello, Sebastian," a raspy, deep, guttural voice said, "I see you're awake now."

Sebastian wanted to complain, shout, say something, but the gag prevented him from.

"You've been a very, very naughty boy, Sebastian," the voice said, "And naughty boys need to be punished."

Sebastian wanted to say he hadn't been a naughty boy and shook his head.

"Oh, but you have!" the voice said, "Getting hard watching people being punished. Shame on you, Sebastian, shame on you!"

Suddenly, the man came into his field of vision. He was naked save for a leather mask over his face. Sebastian couldn't see in detail since the light bulb was over him. The man had a huge cock, veiny all over with a patch of jet black pubes crowning it. He was wearing a ring around his cock and balls, pretty much like the ones he'd seen in his dad's magazines. The man approached Sebastian and ran a finger all over the boy's chest.

"Nice and soft," the man said.

Sebastian struggled against the ropes, but he had been masterfully strapped down. The man's hands now freely roamed over his bare chest and stopped at his nipples. He circled them and caressed them, sending shivers down Sebastian's spine. He kept telling himself this wasn't happening when the man pinched both his nipples between thumbs and fingers. Sebastian moaned through his gag. The pinching was painful but his nipples became instantly hard.

"Mmmm," the man said, "those nipples enjoy some pain!"

Sebastian shook his head negatively, but the man didn't seem to care. He kept on pinching Sebastian's nipples mercilessly until he got tired of it and his nipples were two red and swollen knobs. He then moved his hand down and started caressing Sebastian's cock which was completely flaccid.

"This pecker might need some stimulation," the man said and ripped Sebastian's underwear open.

Sebastian felt his face blush at being exposed to this stranger and his dick hid a bit more. The man did not want Sebastian's tiny pubescent cock to be soft, though, and started manipulating the flaccid cock. With one of his hands he held Sebastian's cock and with the other he started peeling his foreskin back. Against Sebastian's will, his dick started swelling.

"You're getting into it now, Sebastian," the man said, "You are a naughty boy!"

Sebastian shook his head again. The man laughed a deep cavernous voice as he kept stimulating Sebastian's dick into getting completely hard. When the boy was finally hard, the man in the leather mask placed an adjustable cock-ring around the base of Sebastian's dick to prevent it from wilting. When he adjusted the band tight, Sebastian screamed through the gag.

"That is certainly a very small cock for someone so tall!" the man said and laughed.

Sebastian felt embarrassed as the man made reference to his tiny cock, but he wasn't guilty of being a late bloomer. But it was true, being twelve his 8 cm [3"] dick was almost ridiculous, as were his tiny little balls which had just dropped just a few months ago but were still child-sized. Besides being 8 cm in length, his cocklet as no thicker than an adult index finger. The one very attractive feature of the tiny cock, however, was its head, which seemed to have developed ahead of the rest of it. The impression it gave was that of a mushroom with a wide head and a thin stem.

Once his cock had been secured, the man poured some sort of lubricant over the Sebastian's cock and then started rubbing the boy's cockhead. Sebastian had masturbated several times over the past months, but his cock had never been manipulated by anybody else and he felt like his dick was on fire. The man didn't seem to want to stop and Sebastian felt the rubbing bringing him close to climaxing. The man in the leather mask was not willing to let his new toy go to orgasm without paying for it, so he stopped his manipulations and slapped the 8 cm hard rod. Sebastian wriggled as much as his restrains allowed him too as he felt his cock burn with the slap the man had given him. He thought his dick was going to wilt, but the cock-ring prevented it from doing so.

Before he could react, the man started rubbing his cockhead again and Sebastian felt the horrible desperation of being stimulated and not being able to do anything about it. The man intensified the rubbing and Sebastian felt the throbbing of his cock announce his eminent cum. The man stopped his rubbing and slapped Sebastian's cock again. Sebastian screamed through the gag.

"You're not allowed to cum unless I say you can!" the man said.

Having said so, the man moved on to caressing the boy's balls. He took both orbs and started first rubbing them and then slightly squeezed them. He felt the boy tremble as his balls were squeezed and the man felt delighted. The boy's cock throbbed and the man smiled to himself. He then slapped Sebastian's balls slightly as he rubbed on the teen cockhead. Sebastian wriggled as his balls were slapped feeling a pain unlike any other combined with the ecstasy of his cockhead being rubbed.

The man knew what he was doing and he kept rubbing Sebastian's cockhead and slapping his balls. He needed to have Sebastian associate pleasure with pain; he wanted to make the boy understand that pain in his balls meant pleasure. It was the only way to make this boy his. When he felt Sebastian's cock get ready to spurt, he once again stopped and tightened the strap around the boy's cock. Sebastian screamed against the gag once again, not understanding why he was denied the pleasure of cumming.

He then saw the man bend down and approach his chest. With no previous notice, the man started licking on Sebastian's left nipple. The boy groaned as the man's tongue danced around his nipple which was now completely hardened. Once he'd made the boy's nipple hard, the man started sucking and biting hard on it. Sebastian groaned through the gag. The man then switched to Sebastian's right nipple and repeated the operation. As he worked the boy's nipples, he went back to stimulating Sebastian's cock. Sebastian groaned again in both pain and pleasure, but his torture was far from over.

"I think this punishment is not enough," the man said and walked away from the boy.

Sebastian tried to see what was going to happen, but his head's movement was limited. Two minutes later the man came back holding a blindfold. Sebastian got even more scared as he didn't know what the man was planning on doing and yelled through the gag once again. The man felt his own cock throb as Sebastian struggled against his bindings now blindfolded. He walked between Sebastian's legs and pouring lubricant over his fingers, he caressed the boy's asshole. That elicited a groan from the boy and the man didn't know whether it was out of helplessness or pleasure. He pushed a finger up the boy's ass and a new grunt came. It was so tight the man felt his cock throb again. He then pushed a second finger and Sebastian groaned again.

Sebastian was overwhelmed by every single sensation his brain was trying to register. The man's fingers were now freely moving around his ass as if searching for something. Not more than a minute had passed when Sebastian discovered what the man was looking for as ripples of pleasure invaded his body at the spot the man was now rubbing. The man stimulated Sebastian's prostate for a while before he moved on. The next thing in store was an electric buttplug he couldn't wait to try on Sebastian. He lubricated the item and pushed it ever so slowly on the boy's ass.

Sebastian grunted at the new invasion of his before tonight virgin hole. He wasn't sure what he was being inserted, but what he'd seen in his father's magazines had come true, he was being fucked in the ass! But that wasn't all, his whole midsection contracted as he felt an electric shock up his ass. The pain was now nothing comparable to the pleasure he felt as the thing kept zapping his ass at regular intervals and he hated the fact that his cock was strapped ever so tight not allowing him to climax. The man knew the time had come for him to unload his balls, so he moved towards Sebastian's face and removed the gag.

"God, God, God!" was all Sebastian could muster.

Not wanting to lose more time, the man placed his throbbing red mushroom sized cockhead against the boy's mouth and commanded.

"Suck!"

Without allowing the boy to react, he pushed his cock inside the boy's mouth. Sebastian felt the huge meat push inside his mouth and relaxed. The flavor wasn't particularly bad, though he would've never imagined he would've ended up sucking another man's cock, let alone one as big as this. The precum oozing from the man's pee slit was salty, but he also found he didn't dislike the flavor either. As the man fucked his face and the plug zapped his insides, Sebastian started feeling his own orgasm building up.

The time had come for the man to turn Sebastian into his very own slave. As he pumped his cock in and out of the boy's mouth, he increased the amperage of the power box and Sebastian's ass was zapped with more constant and stronger shocks. With an uncanny ability and without removing his cock from the boy's face, he unstrapped the boy's cock and started slapping the young tender balls.

Sebastian was in hell, in a combination of the uttermost pleasure and the most unbearable pain as his balls were slapped and his ass was zapped. Entranced in his ecstasy of pain and pleasure, Sebastian was taken by surprise as the man's first rope of cum erupted in the back of his throat and he swallowed. The second and third shots he swallowed again now tasting cum for the very first time in his life. As the fourth spurt was shot inside his mouth and his balls were slapped even harder, his own cum erupted all over his stomach. Jet after jet of his teen cum bathed his stomach as his mouth was filled with the man's juice.

When he was done cumming, the man withdrew his cock from Sebastian's mouth and ordered him to lick his cock clean. The boy did as commanded and the man turned to look at the boy's cum-covered stomach. He smiled to himself knowing his goal had been achieved; the boy had cum through anal electro stimulation as his balls were slapped to madness. The man bent down and started licking Sebastian's cum from the boy's stomach. Free of the gag, Sebastian moaned as the man licked his teen cum. The man went down and started licking Sebastian's cock clean.

"Stop, please, stop!" he said as the man in the leather mask kept sucking his cock.

"You are now mine," the man said as he placed a wet rag over his face.

Sebastian wanted to ask the man so many questions, but his eyelids started feeling heavy and, against his own will, he faded out of consciousness.

***

The alarm clock said 9:00 am when Sebastian opened his eyes. He was comfortably sleeping in his bed wearing the exact same clothes he'd been wearing the night before as he'd gone upstairs.

So, it was a dream, he thought feeling relieved.

He moved the spreads aside and as he sat down, a dull pain in his ass made him lie flat on the bed again. He twisted his body so he could look at his butt and reached with his right hand. When he touched around at his underwear, he noticed something that was not supposed to be there. He placed his hand inside his underwear and felt something plastic, or rubber.

What the …

He stood from the bed and pulled his underwear down to find two things. First, there was something stuck up his ass. Second, there was a funny contraption placed over his dick with a note hanging from it. The thing started as a ring that was secured around his cock and balls. It had a curved thin metal bar with which it was attached to a smaller ring that was locked around the base of his cock shaft. The thin metal bar continued to a yet smaller ring that was locked under his cockhead. The creepiest part of it all, was that the metal bar curved down and had a tiny hole right over his pee hole … He wondered what that hole was for.

He pulled the note attached to the metal case it and read it.

The note was signed, 'The man in the leather mask'.

Things felt surreal all of a sudden. So he hadn't dreamed about it and now he had a metal thing so as to prevent him from touching his cock. What was he supposed to do? His dad was away and now he wasn't going to be able to touch himself at all! The irony of it all! He walked to the bathroom awkwardly since he had a thing up his ass, because he seriously needed to take a leak. He peed and right after he took a squatting position. He felt around his ass and realized there was a sort of rubber disc, which he started pulling. The first thing he felt was pain and he realized there was something thick inside him. He pulled the thing as he pushed out, as if he were taking a dump. After some minutes of effort and pain, the thing finally came out.

Sebastian looked with curiosity at the first butt plug he'd ever seen. It didn't look particularly thick, but up his ass it had felt enormous. Maybe because of the shape of it. His ass felt weird now that he'd removed the thing. He opened the shower and put the thing there so as to wash it as he showered. He was desperate to touch his cock but the thing prevented him from. He finished showering and then went back to his room to get dressed. As he put his underwear, the phone rang. He walked to his father's bedroom, where the extension was.

"Hello?" he said.

"Hello, Sebastian," the deep voice said.

"Who are you?" Sebastian asked, "What do you want?"

"You know who I am," the man replied, "I'm your owner. As for what I want, you know that too …"

"You can't do this to me!"

"Do what, Sebastian?"

"This!" he replied, "I'm telling my dad!"

There was a cavernous laughter on the other side of the phone right before the man spoke again, "And what exactly are you gonna tell your dad, Sebastian? That I made you squirm and cum in pleasure as I owned you? Or perhaps you want to tell him how hard you came as I slapped your balls to madness while you swallowed all my cum?"

" … "

"Right," the man said, "there's nothing you can say. Plus, how will you remove the cock cage if I have the only key to its lock? Are you willing to let your dad see your cock cage so he can force it open?"

"Why are you doing this?" Sebastian said whimpering.

"Because I can," the man said, "and because I like sweet perverted boys like you."

"I'm not perverted!" Sebastian shouted.

"Oh, you are!" the man said, "Boys don't cum when their balls are slapped hard!"

Sebastian was now openly crying over the phone as the man spoke.

"Under your pillow there's a tube of lubricant. Tonight, around eight, I want you to lube the little present I left inside your ass last night and plug it back in …"

" … "

"Sebastian, are you listening?" the man said, an edge of anger to his voice.

"Yes …" Sebastian said shyly.

"Plug your hole at eight pm. And then lie down in your bed face downwards with no underwear. I want you nice and ready …"

"Ready, for what?" Sebastian asked.

But the man had already hung up. Sebastian pulled down his underwear and started fighting with his chastity device, to no avail. He was scared and he started crying again. Who was this man and why was he tormenting him this way?

Chapter 3
The man in the Leather mask: Day 2

Sebastian was still confused after the man's call. He was trying to understand why the stranger was doing this to him. Was it possible this had come his way because, as the man had said, he was a perverted boy? No, he wouldn't believe that. He was so into his thoughts that he got scared as the phone rang again. Sebastian picked it up.

"Hello?" Sebastian said.

"Hey, champ!" his father said.

"Dad!" he said.

"I called to check on you, how are things going?" Robert asked, "Are you not bored?"

"I'm fine, dad," Sebastian said but his voice cracked.

"Sebastian, are you alright son?" he asked.

"Yes, dad," Sebastian said, "I'm sorry. I just miss you."

"Son, I can come back immediately," Robert walker said.

"No, dad!" Sebastian said panicking and remembering his chastity device, "I'm … I'm fine, really. Have fun please. I'm just being silly."

"Son, really …" Robert said.

"I'm fine dad, really. Have fun, okay?"

"Okay, son. I'll call you again tonight, alright?"

"Yes, dad. Thanks. Love you."

"I love you too, son," Robert said and hung up.

Sebastian went back to his room and got dressed. He went down and had a late breakfast and then sat down to watch some TV. He was dying to look at his father's magazines, but there was no use since he was not going to be able to wank.

***

It was probably around six, when Mister Hayes dropped by to check in on Sebastian. This time the man did come in and chit chatted with Sebastian for a while before going back home around seven. Sebastian had felt anguished when Mister Hayes left. He had been very close to asking his school counselor to stay over so he would escape the clutches of his tormentor. Then again, there was the chastity device problem. It was probably 7:30 when the phone rang.

"Hello?" Sebastian said.

"Hello, Sebastian," the man said, "Just a friendly reminder that you have to plug your hole at eight and lie in bed face downwards. You don't want me to get mad at you. I can be very mean when I'm mad."

"Wait!" Sebastian said, but the man had already hung up.

He walked upstairs into his room. He looked under the pillow and found the lube the man had told him and walked inside the bathroom to retrieve the object. He went to his bedroom, took off his shorts and briefs and lubed the plastic plug. He squatted down and once there he brought the thing to his ass and tried pushing the object in. It hurt and he stopped. He breathed in deeply and tried again. The damn thing wouldn't just go in! He then had an idea. He lubed his middle finger and pushed in. It hurt, but he left his finger in there for a while. He then brought the object to his ass and pushed a bit as he removed the finger. A good four centimeters (1.5 in) went in, but he couldn't release it because, given the shape, it just wouldn't stay in. The phone chose that very moment to ring again. He walked awkwardly holding the plug with one hand into his father's bedroom and picked up.

"Hello?" Sebastian said.

"Hello, son," Robert Walker said, "Just checking in on you. Are you alright?"

"Yes, dad," Sebastian said trying to conceal the fact that he had a butt plug halfway through his ass and was fighting to put it completely in.

"Are you feeling better, son?"

"I am, dad," he lied, "I'm sorry about this morning."

"It's okay, Sebastian. I'll be coming home tomorrow night, okay?"

"Yes, dad. Mister Hayes dropped by this afternoon. And yesterday too."

"I'm glad, son. Well, I gotta go now."

"Yes, dad," he said and then moaned as the whole plug went inside with a shove.

"Are you okay, son?"

"I am, dad," Sebastian said lying again and trying to pretend his ass wasn't hurting.

"Okay, bye then."

His dad hung up and he allowed himself to loudly said ow. His father's alarm clock said 19:50, so he walked back to his room and lay in bed face downwards. Not five minutes later, the door to his room creaked open and the lights were turned off. Everything was silent and Sebastian could hear his own heart beating in the still of the night.

"Hello, Sebastian," the man said and sat next to him on the bed.

For a stupid two seconds, Sebastian thought of overpowering the man, only to realize it had been his stupidest idea. The man ran his adult hand through his back and stopped in Sebastian's ass.

"Mmmhhh," he said, "You are plugged as I requested. Obedient boys always get the best of me."

Sebastian started whimpering as the man placed a cloth to his face.

"Sleep tight, Sebastian," the man said.

He murmured a couple of things which Sebastian couldn't make out as he started drifting away.

***

When Sebastian opened his eyes, he found himself strapped down and gagged in the basement where he'd been before. The man in the leather mask was standing over him rubbing his cock to life. To Sebastian's amazement, his cock was already hard.

"Hello, Sebastian," the man said, "I'm glad you're back with me. Your cock and I have been having some fun while you were out."

Sebastian moaned through the gag.

"I'm really happy that you plugged your lovely little hole the way I commanded you to do. I like your obedience."

Sebastian nodded as the man wiggled the butt plug. His captor and tormentor went down and sucked on Sebastian's cock for a while, bringing him close to orgasm and then stopping. Sebastian complained through the gag and the man laughed outloud.

"I think someone wanted to cum already?" he said, "Not today, Sebastian. It's early still and I'm planning on using you a lot more than last time. After all, I own you now."

Sebastian started whimpering as the man said so, but he was still gagged. In order to prevent Sebastian's cock from deflating, the man placed the same painful rubber band at the base of the young twelve year older's cock.

"You shouldn't be crying," the man said, "few boys get to know how it feels to be owned … and rewarded. And I should be thinking on a good prize for you, since you were obedient enough to plug your hole as I commanded."

"We're going to be trying some new toys on you tonight, Sebastian," the man said, "And I want us to get started with a sound."

He approached Sebastian's face and showed him the thin and slightly curved metal rod.

"You know what this is, Sebastian?" the man asked.

Sebastian moved his had sideways in a negative.

"It is a sound. It's used to fuck boys in their piss holes. Let me show you."

Sebastian's eyes opened wide in shock as the man lubed the object and brought it close to his pee slit. The object was slightly pushed, giving Sebastian the weirdest of feelings inside his young and inexperienced cock.

"You like your cock punished, don't you, Sebastian?" the man asked.

Sebastian moved his head negatively, but as the rod went inside and out his cock, he felt an orgasm building up. As soon as he started feeling an orgasm approaching, the man started squeezing his young balls. Pain ran all the way to his brain as the man mistreated his young balls and all Sebastian could do was moan through his gag.

"I love how you squirm when I fuck your balls, Sebastian," the man said, "look how hard you get when I abuse your little baby makers!"

Sebastian was whimpering but he was also moaning in ecstasy.

'How is this possible?' he thought as his twelve year old brain tried to process the fact that he could feel so much pleasure when he felt so much pain in his young nuts.

"I think you´re now ready to try some of those toys," the man said and laughed, "but before that, I think that plug of yours might need to be switched for something a bit bigger."

The man walked to a side of the room and came back holding a different sort of plug. This one was shaped as a cock, veins and all, and was possibly around 16 cm long. Like your standard next door cock. He lubed the thing and then, upon removing the butt plug, he stuffed the cockhead of the rubber dildo. Sebastian moaned through the gag. Once the man left Sebastian's sphincter relax, he pushed another good piece of the rubber cock. He pulled it out almost all the way out and then pushed in, this time pushing 3 more centimeters inside the boy's ass.

Sebastian moaned through the gag again.

The man fucked Sebastian's ass with the dildo for a good twenty minutes, before he stuffed the whole thing inside and proceeded to try his new toys. He felt his cock throb repeatedly as he started placing the rubber conductive loops around Sebastian's cockshaft and cockhead. He then placed a couple of conductive loops around each of Sebastian's testicles, separating them. He plugged the ends of the loops to the cables and then turned the power box on. Sebastian felt a pain unlike anything he'd experienced ever before as his cock and balls were electro stimulated. His cock throbbed and he felt his tied balls jump inside his ball sac. The man then removed the metal rod from the boy's cock and substituted it with an electro sound. Once in place, he moved towards Sebastian's face and removed the ball gag.

"Enough pain yet, my boy?" he asked licking Sebastian's tears.

"Please, sir, please!" the boy said as the electricity ran through his genitals, "Please, stop it, sir, please!"

"But we're barely beginning, Sebastian. And you're just in the lower setting! I know I'll make you cum tons if we keep it running for a while!"

"Please, sir, please!" Sebastian begged once more.

Instead of stopping it, the man moved the setting to a higher amperage.

"Please, please, please, please!" Sebastian begged as he felt the stronger current.

"Don't be such a cry baby!" The man said, "a healthy young man like you can take so much more amperage!"

As his cock and balls were shocked, the man started rubbing the boy's cock up and down, confusing Sebastian's brain once more, pain and ecstasy combined. He leaned down and started working on the boy's nipples, licking, biting and chewing at them as he continued to increase the amperage on the e-stim power box.

"Please, sir, please, sir, please, sir, please, sir!"

The man in the leather mask stood from his place and brought his hard cock towards Sebastian's mouth.

"Go on," the man said, "This will take your mind of the pain for a while."

Sebastian knew what was expected of him and started sucking on the man's cock. Sebastian felt surprised at how easily he had complied and also felt aroused by the man's cock up his mouth. Was it possible? The man turned the power box a bit higher again and Sebastian felt a new surge of pain, which he calmed by sucking harder on the man's cock.

"You like my cock, don't you Sebastian?" the man said in a tender tone, "I can tell because of the way you suck on it …"

Sebastian continued to suck as the man turned the power box up again. The boy's cock throb repeatedly as the current flowed through his cock and balls. The man imagined Sebastian was getting dangerously close to orgasm, so he removed his cock from the boy's mouth and turned off the power box.

"No, please, please, please!" Sebastian said.

"I thought you wanted me to stop it a while ago," the man said laughing.

"Please, sir, please!" Sebastian begged.

"Please what, my boy?" the man asked, "What do you want?"

"Please, sir!" Sebastian said, "I need to … "

"Need to what, Sebastian?"

"Please, sir, please!" Sebastian said whimpering, "Please!"

"I am not good at guessing, Sebastian, so be clear. Please what?"

"Please, sir," Sebastian said gathering all his courage, "I need to cum, sir!"

"Well, you certainly were obedient. I just might let you cum just now … "

"Please, sir, please!" Sebastian said already crying.

"You know I can't praise you if you don't pay for it. So, I'll give you two choices. One, I can let you cum with the electricity running up your cock and balls. Two, I can let you cum if I'm slapping your balls real hard. And I mean real hard."

Sebastian was whimpering once again unable to say anything but please, sir.

"Sebastian!" the man shouted to bring him back, "Option one or option two, what's it gonna be?"

"T … two!" Sebastian said hesitating, "Please, sir please!"

"Good boy!" The man said and laughed.

He started rubbing Sebastian's cockhead as he started slapping the boy's balls. Sebastian moaned repeatedly unable to say anything but please, sir, please as his tormentor brought him closer to orgasm by the minute by rubbing the boy's cockhead and slapping his tied balls hard … harder than he'd done the last time. Sebastian kept squirming at the unbearable pain in his nuts and the painful ecstasy on the cockhead rubbing. He was now drooling unable to articulate a word, reduced to an animal in heat in search for release. His balls were now red and swollen, but the man in the leather mask wouldn't stop slapping. The man suddenly stopped rubbing at the boy's cockhead altogether and focused only on slapping the boy's balls.

"Please, sir, please!" Sebastian begged once again.

"You can cum just by me slapping your balls, Sebastian," the man said, "You know you can do it. You are one naughty pain piglet!"

"Please, sir, please!"

"Come on!" the man said giving one hard slap on his balls, "You …" slap, "totally …" slap, "can …" slap, "cum …" slap, "like …" slap, "this …" slap, "you pig!" slap, "You …" slap, "nasty …" slap, "boy-whore!"

Sebastian's pecker started shooting its juice as the man in the leather mask slapped his balls to madness and called him dirty names.

"Attaboy!" the man encouraged him, "Shoot it, bitch!"

Sebastian's cock continued to cum for a while and he looked in astonishment as his teen cock kept erupting. The man then went down and started sucking on the boy's cock. The feeling was just unbearable on his already too sensitive cockhead.

"Please, sir, stop, sir, please, sir!" Sebastian begged.

The man completely ignored his pleas and continued to suck him hard until Sebastian felt a new orgasm building up.

"Please, sir, please!" Sebastian kept begging as his new orgasm approached.

The man was only teasing young Sebastian and withdrew in time to spoil Sebastian's new orgasm.

"Ohhhh, gaaaawd!" Sebastian said as he was left hanging.

"You did want to cum, didn't you, Sebastian?" the man asked.

Sebastian could only nod as he felt the boiling sensations of his balls not allowed to cum once he was so close.

"Well, not yet!" the man said hard slapping the boy's balls again which were possibly twice their size now that they were swollen.

Sebastian was crying again as he felt helpless and wanting to shoot his wad once again.

"You know what might help you unload, my boy?" the man asked.

Sebastian looked at the man with eyes slightly closed and mouth semi opened as he asked the man what.

"A nice fat big cock up your ass."

Sebastian whimpered at the realization that the man was going to finally fuck him, but he'd already held a buttplug up his ass all night and he'd also been dildo fuck, so, how could it be any worse? So Sebastian nodded.

"Tell me you want it," the man said and started rubbing the boy's cockhead, the light amount of rubbing so as to edge the boy, but not enough to make him cum.

"I … I want it, sir … " Sebastian mumbled.

"You want what, Sebastian?" the man asked still edging his twelve year old victim, "A boy-whore speaks full ideas."

Sebastian cried and whimpered as the man called him a boy-whore, but he wanted to cum so badly! The rubbing of his cockhead was driving him mad. He wanted to cum so badly he was willing to let this man fuck his ass!

"I want your fat cock … up my ass, sir …" he managed to say.

"You want me to fuck you with my thick big cock, Sebastian, is that what you're saying?" the man asked intensifying his polishing of the boy's knob.

"Yes, sir!" Sebastian said.

"Beg for it like a good boy-whore!" the man said and laughed as he continued to edge the helpless boy into madness.

Sebastian broke down again and started whimpering as the man rubbed him.

"Please, sir, please!" he begged, "Please, sir, I want your fat cock up my ass, please sir!"

"Well, since you ask so nicely!" the man said and laughed.

He started pulling the dildo out and Sebastian moaned as the object was removed. Before letting the gaping hole close, the man in the leather mask pushed his throbbing cockhead inside the boy, and pushed all the way to the hilt.

"Ohhhhhh, gaaaaaaaawd!" Sebastian complained as the big fat cock pushed inside him.

"I can't believe you're still so tight!" the man grunted as he started fucking the not anymore virgin hole.

He made sure to fuck Sebastian's ass appropriately so his cockhead now could rub at Sebastian's prostate from within. He knew the boy was feeling the prostatic stimulation, because his cock throbbed with every thrust of the man's thick cock.

"Sir, please, sir …" Sebastian begged, "can you jerk me, sir, please, please, sir, please!"

"I have a much better idea, my boy," the man said and then turned the power box back on, this time setting it in orgasm mode.

"No, please, sir, please!" Sebastian said, but the man ignored his pleas.

He continued to fuck the boy at a steady rhythm as he kept increasing the amperage on the power box. Sebastian was not making any sense anymore, his speech had turned to babbling and moaning as his ass was pumped and his cock and balls electrified. The man in the leather mask felt his balls starting to tighten against his cock and knew his cum was coming.

"I'm gonna cum in your fucking tight boycunt, Sebastian!" he announced, "I'm so gonna fucking cum inside your boypussy!"

That was just about too much. As the man filled his boy insides with his adult cum, Sebastian's young cock started spurting as well under the strong current of the electro, giving Sebastian a wonderful hand free orgasm. His whole body convulsed in ecstasy as his young cock continued to spurt his worked up spunk. The man in the leather mask turned the power box off and removed his cock from Sebastian's love hole. As he did, the boy's cock spurted one last jet of teen cum. The man was quick to clean off the cum from the boy's stomach and his wilting cock and once done, he proceeded to have Sebastian lick his cock clean too.

"You're such a good cuntboy," the man said and leaned to kiss Sebastian deeply in the mouth.

Sebastian started whimpering as he realized he'd given his ass willingly to this man in his need to unload his own balls.

"Oh, don't cry, my boy!" the man said, "You have outdone yourself this time and made your master one happy man! Doesn't that please you?"

Sebastian looked at the man, tears in his eyes.

"I asked you a question, Sebastian. Doesn't that please you?"

"Yes … sir …" Sebastian answered through tears.

"Make that master," the man commanded.

"Yes, master," Sebastian replied.

"Now, that's a good whore!" the man said and laughed right before placing the wet cloth to Sebastian's face.

The whole world went black.

Chapter 4
Owned

Sebastian woke up feeling as rested as he hadn't felt in a while. By instinct, he placed his hand to his crotch and felt the chastity device where it should've been. Almost automatically he pulled his underwear down to find what he had expected: a note from the man.

Sebastian pulled the note from his chastity device and then looked under his pillow. There, he found a little box which he opened immediately. Inside the box were two things, the key to his cock cage, and a phone number. What in hell was the man thinking when he'd left a phone number? Did he honestly think Sebastian would call him? The man was insane! He'd abused Sebastian sexually. He had played with the sensations of the boy's body and confused his young brain into orgasm. The man was nuts! He was glad he'd left the key to the chastity device to finish the whole thing once and for all. He took the key decidedly. He was about to insert it in the lock, when the phone rang. He ran to his father's room and picked up.

"Hello?" he said.

"Hey, Sebastian!" his dad said on the other side of the line, "How are you son?"

"Fine, daddy," Sebastian replied, "Just woke up."

"Very good. I'm planning on coming back tonight, say around 6 so we could have dinner together? Maybe grab a pizza or something?"

"That sounds amazing dad!" Sebastian said, glad that his father was finally coming back.

"Awesome, son. I'll see you later then! Love you!"

"Love you too, daddy!" Sebastian replied and hung up.

He was going to go back to his room to remove the chastity device, when he saw, over the night table, an issue of Owned. He took it and sat on his dad's bed. As he started going over the pages, checking the photographs of sexual slaves, he felt horny. He became aware of how weird it felt to have his dick trying to swell inside its cage and unable to do so. He felt, however, how precum started flowing from his pee slit as he went through the pages. There was a weird feeling within Sebastian's brain as his dick oozed unable to cum to an erection. Why had he not removed the cage?

"Obedient Boy-whores always get the best of me."

The words sounded in his mind as if the man was speaking them and not writing them.

"You were a very good boy-whore last night."

Why was he still wearing the cage? As he progressed with the magazine, he felt as if his groin was on fire. He left the magazine on the bed and decided to go back to his room. He was gonna take the key, remove the device and masturbate. He needed it. He was by the door, when the phone rang again. He picked up.

"Hello?" he said.

"Hello, Sebastian," the man said, "You were a very good boy-whore last night. Obedient Boy-whores always get the best of me. I hope you liked your presents. I hope you'll use them wisely, boy-whore."

"What are you …" he started, but could not finish the sentence, for the man had already hung up.

He had said the words. The very same words he'd written on the note. There was something wrong in the situation. Sebastian hated the man. Hated what the man had done to him. He hated having been subjected to the man's manipulation. Why was he still precumming? He went to his room, took the box and removed the key from it.

"Obedient Boy-whores always get the best of me."

He looked at the key intently.

"You were a very good boy-whore last night."

He placed the key inside the lock securing the parts of the device.

"You were a very good boy-whore last night."

He looked at the transparent thin thread of precum now running down from his pee slit to the bed.

"Obedient Boy-whores always get the best of me."

He placed the key back in the box and decided to fix some breakfast. That was that. He was gonna have breakfast and then he'd remove the damn thing and finish the torture forever. He was sitting down for breakfast, when Mr. Hayes showed up. He greeted the man and invited him to join him. Mister Hayes accepted a cup of coffee and stayed with Sebastian for a good hour. Sebastian noticed that, as they both spoke, his cock kept struggling to come to an erection inside the cage. There was something twisted in the whole situation, Sebastian thought, because he found it arousing to be wearing his device while talking to his school counselor.

When Mister Hayes was gone, Sebastian went to his room again. He wanted to finally remove the chastity device, but as he removed his shorts and his underwear. As he looked at his briefs, he became aware of the precum pool on their front part.

"You were a very good boy-whore last night."

Without even thinking, he brought the briefs to his face and sucked on the stain.

"You were a very good boy-whore last night."

He felt his dick throb inside his cage as he sucked on his own precum.

"You were a very good boy-whore last night."

Without thinking, he started rubbing his pee slit, using his own precum as a lubricant.

"Obedient Boy-whores always get the best of me."

He felt the tension building in his groin as he rubbed on his pee slit. It was time to remove the cage. As he rubbed on his pee slit, he used his other hand to get the key from the little box.

"You'll find a little present which I hope you'll use wisely."

He got the key and put it inside the lock.

"You'll find a little present which I hope you'll use wisely."

He was desperate to cum.

"Obedient Boy-whores always get the best of me."

"Fuck!" he said and removed the key from the lock.

He placed the key back on the little box and stopped the rubbing. He just couldn't cum. Why? Why did he feel compelled to not removing the cage? His mind was in turmoil and he decided it was probably a good idea to take a shower to help himself relax. Right after showering, probably around a quarter to seven, he sat on his dad's bed to go over the issue of Owned he'd been seeing. Once again, he went through the pages avidly rubbing on his pee slit. It was obvious to him now that he was a very heavy precummer. He kept playing with himself for a while, his precum pooling under his caged dick. And he didn't stop until he heard his dad's car parking. Fearing his dad might catch him masturbating, he ran to his bedroom and got dressed at lighting speed completely forgetting about the magazine and the pool of abundant teen pre-juice he'd left on his dad's bed.

***

It was 7:20 when Robert Walker arrived home. Sebastian ran to his dad and hugged him and told him he had missed him. Robert Walker had missed Sebastian too. Since he'd come home later than expected, Robert had brought the pizza along so they wouldn't have to go out. They sat together in the dining room and had their pizza.

"So," his daddy asked in between bites, "How was the weekend without me?"

"It was fun, dad," Sebastian said.

"Really? Lots of Owned?" he asked jokingly.

"Dad!" Sebastian said spitting a mouthful of pizza and laughed.

"Sorry!" Robert said laughing too.

"How about yours?" Sebastian asked, "Did you get laid?"

Robert felt himself blush at Sebastian's question but still replied.

"Sort of, yeah …"

"Wanna talk about it?" Sebastian asked before biting on his slice of pizza again.

"I don't think I'm ready to discuss it just yet, son," Robert said and then smiled, "But I will as soon as I feel comfortable with it, ok?"

Sebastian nodded and continued to eat. His cock was once again struggling inside its confinement as he had dinner with his dad. It was so twisted. SO twisted.

***

It was bedtime and Sebastian ran to his room to jump inside his pajamas, just in time for the moment when his father came to kiss him good night.

"Hey," Robert said sitting next to his boy and placing the covers over him, "Would you like us to do this thing again?"

"What thing, daddy?" Sebastian asked.

"Like this weekend getaway?" Robert said smiling, "Leaving you in charge for the weekend?"

Sebastian gave a big sigh. What was he to say? It had been a long and terrifying weekend at the hands of his tormentor, or hadn't it? And his dad seemed to have had a lot of fun. Maybe next time he could go to Mister Hayes' and then be safe, so his father could have fun. Because Sebastian did want to feel safe. He told himself he did want to feel safe.

"Obedient Boy-whores always get the best of me."

"Maybe," Sebastian said and smiled.

"Sleep tight, son, you have school tomorrow."

Robert Walker walked out of the room turning the lights off on his way out. He walked into his room decided to have a good night sleep, but on his bed, the bedspreads aside, was an issue of Owned. On a spot next to the magazine, there was a very obvious wet spot. He didn't need to be a genius to know it was Sebastian's precum. He placed his finger on it, noticing it was still moist.

Without thinking, he knelt and smelled. It was a strong tangy scent. He closed his eyes and inhaled again. His cock was already rock hard as he smelled his son's natural lubricant. He inhaled again and tentatively put his tongue out… and licked … and licked again feeling his own precum staining his underwear. He licked until he'd taken all of Sebastian's precum. By the time he was done, he was already jerking his amazing cock. The thought of having Sebastian's teen precum had turned him on past the way of no return, and he carried on masturbating until he released himself right over the spot where Sebastian had left his moist evidence.

***

It was Wednesday and Sebastian had not yet removed the chastity device, though he still couldn't understand why. He was at school and it was last period. He was finding it hard to concentrate.

"You were a very good boy-whore last night."

The minutes seemed to drag by as he waited for the class to finish. He put his right hand in his pocket just to make sure the note with the man's number was still in there.

"You were a very good boy-whore last night."

He sighed realizing it still was. When the bell finally rang, Sebastian ran out and hopped on his bike. He rode on his way home, taking a slight detour to stop by a payphone. He got off his bike and got a quarter from his pocket. His heart was stammering in his chest as he picked up the receiver and put the quarter in the slot.

"You were a very good boy-whore last night."

He took the note and dialed, still feeling scared. The phone rang. And rang. And rang. The man was not picking up the phone.

"Damn!" Sebastian swore, hung up and picked his quarter.

He picked again, put the quarter in the slot and dialed one more time. The phone rang, and rang, and rang. The man was not picking up the phone. Sebastian hung up again, picked his quarter and hopped on his bike again. He was so mad! Why was the man not picking up the phone? Why had he given him the number if he was not gonna answer? He was so mad! But he realized he was mad at himself too. Why was he even trying to call the man? What did he expect to achieve? What did he want?

He got home around two thirty and ran to his dad's bedroom. He picked up the receiver and, checking on the note, he dialed the number again. One more time, there wasn't an answer. He ran to his room, angry, and took off his pants and underwear. He retrieved the little box and picked the key to his chastity device.

"Look under your pillow, you'll find a little present which I hope you'll use wisely."

He looked at the key furiously.

"You'll find a little present which I hope you'll use wisely."

He put the key in the lock.

"A little present which I hope you'll use wisely."

He turned the key and the lock opened.

"Which I hope you'll use wisely."

He looked at the open lock.

"You'll use wisely."

"Damn you, damn you, damn you!" he said crying in frustration as he removed the key and locked his chastity device again.

His dad came home around six and they both had dinner together. He then did his homework and waited for his dad to kiss him goodnight. When his dad had gone to his room, Sebastian cried in frustration. He was so mad. So mad.

Thursday was no different. Sebastian didn't have to carry the number anymore. He had dialed it so many times that by now he had memorized it. But the man was still not picking up the phone.

Friday was most definitely a weird day. They'd had PE and Sebastian knew they'd be hitting the showers. He had completely forgotten about his chastity device. What was he gonna do when the coach send them to the showers. He had started panicking, but he'd have to get it fixed. They were already in the locker room, when a prefect showed.

"Sebastian Walker?" he asked.

"Yes?" he said.

"Your father called and asked for you to be released now. He said it was nothing to worry about, but he needed you home ASAP."

Sebastian sighed in relief before he nodded and got his things. He took his bike and rode home. Why had his dad called school? What sort of emergency could have possibly made his dad called school? He didn't know, but he was grateful he had not gotten naked.

At six thirty his dad left the house to go for drinks with Mister Hayes, having of course talked it over with Sebastian to make sure he was okay with staying home alone. Sebastian was desperate, and angry and confused. He so badly wanted to cum, but he could not bring himself to removing his chastity device. He had tried calling the man at different hours, from payphones at random and from home as well. The man was simply not answering and Sebastian was crying unable to understand what was going on. Why the man was not picking up his phone. And why the man hadn't called either. Or why he so badly wanted the man to answer.

It was probably seven o'clock when he decided to try again. He went to his dad's room. He picked up the receiver. He dialed.

"Hello?" the man said on the other end.

"Why aren't you taking my calls?" Sebastian shouted angrily.

"Boy-whores don't talk that way to their masters," the man said and hung up.

Sebastian dialed again. No answer. He dialed again. Still no answer. And again. And again. When a half hour had passed, he dialed again.

"Hello?" the man said.

"Hello …" Sebastian said sheepishly.

"Are you better now? More calmed?" the man asked.

"Yes …"

"Good. The first thing I'd like to hear is a 'thank you, master' for calling your school so that your classmates would not find out about your dirty little secret."

Sebastian sighed in surprise.

"Thank you, master," he said.

"Good. Now tell me, what can I do for you, Sebastian?"

"I …" he hesitated, "I so desperately need to cum."

"Well, masturbate, Sebastian," the man replied, "I'm pretty sure you know how to do that."

"But …" Sebastian hesitated, "I have my device on."

"Well, take it off, Sebastian," the man said kindly, "that's why I gave you the key to it, so you would use it wisely. The power is in your hands."

Sebastian didn't say anything, but started whimpering. He didn't have the power. He didn't. And he knew it.

"What is it, Sebastian?" the man asked.

"I can't … take it off."

"You can't … or you won't, Sebastian?" the man in the leather mask said.

"I can't!" he said impatiently.

"You can … but you won't," the man said, "and I'm really wondering why."

Sebastian couldn't articulate any other word. What was happening to him? Why couldn't he take the damn thing off? He had the key! He had the damn key! Why did he feel he did not have the power to remove it?

"I need you … to make me cum," Sabastian said.

The man laughed hard.

"You have your present, Sebastian," the man said now, "You have my permission to use it wisely. Your dad is home. I can't have you now."

"But …"

"Boy-whores don't talk back to their masters."

"I'm sorry, master," the boy said sheepishly.

"Good boy-whore. You have this week to convince you dad to go away over the weekend. Then I'll have you. In the meantime, you have your present. Use it wisely," the man said and hung up.

Sebastian started crying in silence. He wanted to cum. He didn't have the willpower to remove his cage. But his master had given him permission. Would his master get mad if he masturbated? No. He had given him permission. He had been pondering his problem for probably forty minutes, when his dad arrived home.

"Hey!" his dad said and Sebastian noticed he was slightly drunk.

"Hey, daddy!" he said, "Are you alright?"

"Yeah," he said and smiled a shy drunken smile, "I think I might've gone a bit too soft on the drinks. But I'm fine."

"Come," Sebastian said, "let me help you to your room."

"Hey!" his dad said, "I can walk on my own!"

"I know you can."

His dad started upstairs throwing his arm over his son's shoulder. Sebastian smiled, glad that his dad was finally starting to have some fun. He had been so quiet since his mother had passed away.

"Get on the bed," Sebastian said.

"What?" his dad said, "You giving me orders now? Maybe someone should stop borrowing my magazines!"

"I wanna help you, so shut up daddy!" he said and laughed.

Robert Walker laughed too, and sat down on the bed. Sebastian knelt before his dad and started undoing the laces to the man's boots so he could remove it.

"Lay down, now," he said.

Robert Walker did as instructed and Sebastian unbuckled his dad's belt. He then unbuttoned the jeans and pulled the zipper down. The man could not help feeling an erection building up, but he was probably a bit drunk to care if Sebastian noticed as he remembered licking on Sebastian's precum stain on the bed. Sebastian pulled his dad's jeans down, slightly dragging the man's underwear down. Sebastian couldn't help but notice an abundant patch of jet black pubes right over the waistband of his dad's trunks. Given the kind of underwear Robert Walker wore, it wasn't difficult for Sebastian to see the clear outline of his dad's cock. It was a huge cock, and it seemed to be slightly hard. Sebastian felt his pee slit release a dollop of precum at the sight. It was a big cock. It was a good looking cock, crowned by jet black pubes, the same black as his dad's and his own hair. Sebastian felt dirty at the fact that he was precumming looking at his dad's cock through his white trunks, and hurried up.

"There!" he said, "Now you're ready for bed, daddy."

"Nope," Robert Walker said, "I'm still missing the shirt!" And having said so he sat on the bed again to remove it. Sebastian was marveled as his father's chest and torso. And he could not take his eyes from his dad's semi-erect dick. His teen cock was oozing precum even if it was still captive inside its cage.

"Now I'm ready!" Robert Walker said and leaned against the pillow.

Sebastian grinned at his dad and kissed him on the cheek.

"Sleep tight daddy," he said.

"You too, son," Robert Walker said and noticed Sebastian staring at his crotch, "What is it, Sebastian?"

Sebastian felt himself blushing and opened his eyes wide.

"Son," he said, "we agreed to be open to each other about our sexuality, didn't we?"

Sebastian nodded.

"So, what is it?"

"Your pubes are really black …" he said shyly.

Robert Walker chuckled.

"They are," he said.

"And …" Sebastian hesitated.

"Yes?"

"Nothing …"

"Sebastian …" his dad said, "go on. And …"

"Your dick is so big!"

Robert Walker laughed hard this time and Sebastian started laughing too, breaking the obvious tension between them.

"I'm sure yours will be as big as mine when you grow up," Robert said, "now, go on to sleep, son."

Sebastian nodded but remained static.

"Son?" he asked.

"Dad …"

"Yes, Sebastian?"

"Can … can I touch it?"

It was Robert Walker's turn to open his eyes wide this time.

"Sebastian, I … I'm not sure …"

"I'm sorry, daddy," Sebastian said blushing completely, "I'm sorry … I shouldn't have asked! I … You're gonna think … Oh, god!" He turned around and started walking out of his dad's bedroom. Robert Walker stood from the bed and walked towards Sebastian. He was not gonna let his son drift away from him ever again. He stood behind Sebastian and held him from the shoulders.

"Son," he said.

"I'm sorry, daddy, I …"

"Turn around, son," his dad commanded and Sebastian obeyed.

Robert Walker looked at his son in the eye and smiled. As he did so, he took Sebastian's hand and placed it over his semi-erect cock, so his son could feel him. Sebastian did not say a thing, but started feeling his dad. This was so wrong at so many levels, and still, he could not get enough of his father's dick. Robert felt his own cock swell even more as his son probed and caressed. He closed his eyes and sighed. Sebastian's hand found the wet spot where his dad's cockhead was and started rubbing on it. As he did so, his other young hand found his dad's balls and started playing with them. Robert Walker said nothing. He let his son do as he wished as he closed his eyes and sighed over and over. Sebastian kept rubbing his dad's cockhead over the trunks as he went a bit more savagely at his dad's nuts.

Robert Walker moved a little to the side and turned the lights off. Then he took Sebastian's hand and went to lie down in bed. Sebastian was far too invested to stop now, and sat next to where his dad was so he could continue to massage his dad's gorgeous cock. Tentatively and hoping not to break the magic of the moment, he found the trunks' fly and retrieved his dad's cockhead through the opening. Robert Walker sighed deeply as he felt Sebastian's hand on his cockhead. Sebastian pulled his dad's foreskin down and placed his hand around the huge knob. It was so wet it wasn't difficult for the boy to use his father's precum to polish the head.

Sebastian rubbed, polished and rubbed and polished as he played with his dad's nuts with his other hand. He was now not caressing but squeezing them, though he found it hard to completely achieve his goal, since the orbs were enormous for his hands. Robert Walker was heavily breathing now and Sebastian knew his dad was close. He intensified the polishing and the nut abuse.

"Gaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaawdddddddddd!" was all Robert Walker could say as he started shooting his cum while his son polished his cockhead like an expert.

He kept on spurting for a while and Sebastian kept polishing, until the post cum torment became too unbearable.

"St … stop …" he said.

Sebastian did as commanded.

"Come here," he said.

"What, daddy?" Sebastian asked.

"I want you to sleep with me, son," he said.

Sebastian panicked. If his master knew about this, he would be in deep shit. His master? His master? This man was his father! And he had just masturbated his father. What was wrong with him? He had just masturbated his father and it had been wonderful and here he was, worried about the man getting angry. Well, fuck the man!

"Yes, daddy," Sebastian said, "Let me go change."

Having said so, Sebastian went to his room. He picked the little box from under his pillow. He took the key and looked at it.

"Obedient little boy-whores always get the best of me."

Sebastian removed his shorts and underwear, he put the key in the lock, turned it and opened the lock. He then hesitated for just some seconds.

"You have your present, Sebastian, You have my permission to use it wisely."

He removed the lock and the cage and put his underwear back on, he took off his shirt and came back to his dad's room. He jumped under the bedsheets.

"I'm here, daddy," he said.

Robert Walker kissed his son's forehead.

"I'm glad," he said.

He turned on his side and placed his hand on Sebastian's underwear, feeling his little cocklet and his precum on it. Sebastian said nothing as his dad started fondling his tiny pubescent cock which got hard almost instantly. Robert Walker did not want to waste his time and placed his hand inside Sebastian's underwear and started masturbating his son, gently pulling the boy's foreskin up and down. Sebastian sighed. It felt so good to finally be touched again. It felt so good to be touched by his dad. Almost by instinct, the boy extended his hand to find his dad's cock. The man was naked now, and rock hard again. They remained like that for some time, just rubbing each other's cocks.

Sebastian felt surprised when his dad moved under the bed, but said nothing. Robert Walker opened his mouth under the sheets and took Sebastian's cock in it. Sebastian gasped as he felt his father's mouth engulf and suck on his cock.

"Oh, daddy," he whispered.

Robert Walker started masterfully sucking and licking Sebastian's eager cockhead as he started gently squeezing on his son's little balls. He licked and sucked and squeeze, enjoying the flavor of his son's tiny cock and the flavor of his teen abundant precum. Robert Walker carried on and felt Sebastian's midsection contract, knowing Sebastian was now going to cum. He sped his sucking and then it happened, he felt the first rope of Sebastian's cum being shot into his mouth.

"Oh, daddy!" Sebastian said, unable to say anything else.

Sebastian's little cock was finally able to cum after a week of stimulation and confinement, and his orgasm did not seem to want to recede. Robert Walker was amazed at the amount of cum Sebastian was shooting in his mouth and kept sucking on his boy's teen lovely tool until the cum flow stopped. Then he went to lie down next to his son.

Sebastian turned on his side and hugged Robert.

"I love you, daddy," he said.

"I love you too, Sebastian," Robert Walker said, "I love you more than anything in the world."

Chapter 5
P

The one weekend in which he'd left Sebastian alone, Robert Walker had gone to a meeting for men into S&M. He had not done anything then, but he had attended a very special show. A very private one, the show had consisted of a man being enslaved and sexually tortured by several doms for the entertainment of the voyeuristic audience. While in the show, a waiter had handed Robert a very elegant business card, saying that the owner of the card would felt delighted if Robert ever got in contact. And he had done it. That very weekend, he'd seen the man on and off and exchanged ideas and fantasies. The man, who had only introduced himself as P, had never let Robert see his face, for every interaction they'd had, he had always worn a leather mask. Robert had been fascinated and seduced by the man's deep blue eyes and his red lascivious lips, being the only two features the mask allowed the man to reveal.

He and the man had been in touch via phone since then. Now P wanted to meet for a real S&M session, and Robert was as nervous as he'd ever been in his life. It was only Tuesday now, but P said they could get together for a couple of hours or so, and truth was, Robert Walker was really excited about it. He had it clear now, he wanted to first try being a sub for P. Robert wasn't sure what it was, but P's strong demeanor made Robert's submissive side show almost instantly.

It was four p.m. when P called again.

"Hello?" Robert said from his desk.

"Hi, Robert," P said, "I was eager to hearing your voice."

"Hello, P," Robert replied, and edge of nervousness in his voice.

"So," P asked, "What time are we meeting today?"

"Listen, P …" Robert said.

"I'm not taking 'no' for an answer," the man said on the other side of the line.

"But …"

"No buts," P added, "It's about time you knew who's in command here."

Robert Walker felt something shrink inside his stomach as P took on a commanding demeanor. He also felt something stir inside his pants.

"I'll see you at my place at 5 p.m. and I expect you to be punctual."

When Robert was about to reply, P had already hung up. Robert Walker felt precum pooling inside his pants. What had he gotten into with this man? He looked apprehensively at his watch and then relaxed at remembering this whole S&M thing was a sexual game and nothing to be worried about. It was about time, however, for him to start reconnecting with his sexuality, so that he could avoid what had happened with his son over the weekend. It was not like he regretted having been with Sebastian, but guilt kept eating through him, his inner voice reminding him every minute of every hour how wrong it was for him to be sexually involved with his own son. Ever since that day, nothing else had happened and he and Sebastian had both apparently been avoiding the subject, both pretending it had never happened.

It was time for him to start living again, and P seemed like someone who could make him feel alive. He had but to call Sebastian and say he was going to be late.

***

No sooner had Sebastian hung up with his father, than the phone rang again.

"Hello?" Sebastian said.

"Hello, Sebastian," the thick voice said on the other side of the phone, "Have you missed me?"

"What …?"

"I trust it you are wearing your chastity device, boy-whore," the man said.

"I-I am," Sebastian said, not sure why he felt automatically brought back to reality by his master. HIS Master.

"Good. I heard your dad is making plans for the weekend and I'm happy about it," he said, "I'm really looking forward to abusing you some more."

"How …?"

"Do not remove your chastity device. A note has been sent to your school saying you won't be able to attend PE. Do not touch yourself. I want your balls boiling on Friday night."

"Yes, master," Sebastian replied feeling a droplet of precum oozing from his pee slit.

"Every night, starting today," the man continued, "I want you to plug your boyhole and keep the plug all night long. Are we clear?"

"Yes, master," Sebastian replied again.

"That's my boy-whore," the man said and hung up.

Sebastian felt horny and worried. He could still not understand the grip this man had on him, but his cock and balls reacted to the man with anticipation and excitement, even if his mind reacted in fear. He suddenly started crying as his cocklet started crying precum. He couldn't help it, Sebastian was eager to be taken again by his master. He surprised himself as he thought of the man as his master.

But that's what he is, Sebastian thought, he is my master and he owns me. And I'm so very screwed!

Contrary to what he would've expected, the thought brought a feeling of comfort, a certain warmth inside him at knowing he was owned, that he was somebody's boy. Why did he have such thoughts? Why did he crave being helpless and tortured by the man in the leather mask when was also terrified by the idea? Why did his dickie made so much precum as he remembered all the horrible things his master had subjected him to? He was only twelve, his dick was still that of a kid and still, he craved the torture his master subjected him to as much as he feared it. Why? Why did he enjoy being someone's sexual playground? Why did he enjoy being in someone else's hands? Why did he crave giving up control of himself to someone else?

He did his homework and then he tried to watch some T.V. but he wasn't fooling anyone. Since the man had called, Sebastian's dick kept oozing precum. He couldn't wait for the night, he couldn't wait 'til bedtime to plug his boyhole. He took the phone and dialed.

"Hello?" the man said on the other side of the line.

"Master," Sebastian said, "I'm sorry for calling."

"What is it Sebastian? I'm about to get busy."

"Master," he said, "I can't wait-wait …"

"Wait for what Sebastian?" the man asked, "You know I hate it when you spoke in broken sentences."

"I have a lot of homework and I can't concentrate because I can't wait until bedtime to plug my boy-pussy …"

The man laughed his cavernous laughter and Sebastian waited apprehensively for a reply, "You are one naughty perverted boy-whore, Sebastian. This is what you're going to do, go get your plug and the lub. I'll wait here on the line."

"Yes, master," Sebastian said.

As he walked to his room in order to fetch the items, Sebastian felt more precum oozing from his cockhead's lips. He came back in his father's room and picked the receiver.

"I'm here master," he said.

"Good," the man said, "now take off your pants and underwear, but don't let go of the phone."

"Yes, master," Sebastian replied as he took off, first, his shorts, and then his white briefs, which were wet with his precum, "I'm done, master."

"Good boy-whore," the man said again, "Now lube your index and middle fingers."

"Ready, master."

"Push them inside your boy-pussy. Not one by one, push both at the same time."

"Yes ma-mast-er," he said, obviously trying to comply.

His fingers were not big, but two in one move was a bit too much. Still, he tried to push them, grunting and gasping on the phone for his master.

"Do-done, mas-ter," he said.

"Now finger-fuck yourself the way I do it, Sebastian," his master said, "pull them out and push them back in."

"Do-done."

"Again."

"Done."

"Again."

"Done."

Before he even noticed, Sebastian was pushing his index and thumb in and out and breathing hard against the phone receiver.

"You like it, don't you, Sebastian?" his master asked him.

"Y-yes, ma-mas … ter …" he said gasping.

"Of course you like it," the man continued, "that is because you're a naughty slutty boy-whore who likes being fucked in his boy-pussy, aren't you, Sebastian?"

"Yes, master," he said enjoying his own fingers up his ass.

"Yes, what, Sebastian?"

"I am a naughty slutty boy-whore who likes being fucked in his boy-pussy, master," Sebastian said going nuts at the stimulation given the fact that his cock couldn't get hard inside its cage.

"A slutty boy-whore who likes being fucked in his boy-pussy?" the man said emphasizing on the 'A'.

"I am your naughty slutty boy-whore who likes being fucked in his boy-pussy, master," Sebastian corrected.

"Stop fingering yourself and plug your slutty hole," the man commanded.

"Yes, master," Sebastian said.

The boy removed his fingers, lubed the ribbed buttplug and pushed the tip against his hole. The man chuckled on the other side of the line as the boy grunted. He pushed, rested and then pushed again. His master kept on encouraging until, with a funny 'pop' inside of him, the buttplug fully entered, the insides of Sebastian accommodating the shape.

"Good, now, go and do your chores. No taking it out, Sebastian," and having said so, he hung up.

Feeling terribly worked up and unable to touch his own dick, Sebastian pulled his briefs and shorts up and went back to his homework. As he sat down to resume his math homework, the fullness of the plug made him grunt. But it felt so good to be full in the ass! Now he could fully concentrate on his chores.

***

It was eight thirty when Robert Walker arrived home. He could not believe how he felt. His balls hurt like they've never hurt before. His cock hurt like it had never hurt before. His nipples were raw, swollen and in pain as it could've been humanly possible. His ass had been stretched beyond belief and he'd been forced to cum three times in a row and all of it in just a couple of hours. P had definitely been a tough and abusive master, but Robert Walker had enjoyed himself beyond belief. He was now sure, he'd been born to be a sub.

Sebastian was in the dining room doing homework when Robert came in.

"Hey, Sebastian!" Robert said.

"Daddy!" Sebastian stood up from his chair and ran to his father, hugging him tight, "I'm so glad you're home! I'm done with my homework so I can fix us some dinner!"

"Oh you don't have to, son," Robert said and showed Sebastian the paper McDonald's bag, "I have take out!"

"Awesome!" Sebastian said taking the bag from his dad and running into the kitchen.

Robert Walker followed his son into the kitchen and sat down carefully, not wanting Sebastian to notice his ass was in pain. Sebastian put the dishes and sat across from his dad.

"Dad," Sebastian said, "Are we okay?"

Robert Walker looked at his son intently knowing full well he was referring to the fact that they'd both been cold after their sexual encounter. Robert did not want for him and Sebastian to grow apart, but he was having issues dealing with what had happened.

"We are, son," Robert Walker said.

"If we are," Sebastian said, "why do you avoid me, daddy?"

"Avoid you?"

"When I hug you, you're uncomfortable. I can't kiss you goodbye or goodnight cause you're uncomfortable. You can't even look into my eyes."

"Sebastian, you're imagining …"

"I am not!" Sebastian shouted shocking his father, "If you regret being with me you have but to say it dad!"

"Sebastian," his father said.

"What?"

"Sebastian, son, listen …" Robert Walker said.

"No, you listen!" Sebastian yelled obviously upset, "First you go around telling me to never be ashamed of my sexuality and that you love me, and now you keep on avoiding me as if I were some sort of pervert!"

"Sebastian," Robert Walker said in a calming tone, "That's not it, listen, please …"

"Cause I don't regret anything that happened between us!" Sebastian added still yelling, "To me, having you in my mouth, swallowing your cum and cumming in your mouth are the most beautiful signs of love we have exchanged in years!"

"Son …"

"I'm not hungry anymore!" Sebastian said and ran to his room slamming the door.

Robert Walker was in shock. Sebastian had never yelled at him the way he just had. But Sebastian was right, Robert was indeed avoiding his son. He stood from the table and walked all the way to his son's bedroom. Once there, he knocked on the door.

"Sebastian?" he ventured.

"Go away!" Sebastian said.

"Son, please," he said, "open the door."

"I said go away!"

Robert Walker went back to his room. He did feel guilty about the sexual stuff with his son, but Sebastian was right, they had both shared something unique and beautiful. Twisted as it might have been, Robert Walker loved his son more than anything and he now knew he desired him as much as he loved him. The sex with P had been amazing, but what he and Sebastian had shared was out of this world. Maybe he didn't need anything but Sebastian. On the other hand, he had really enjoyed being enslaved, sexually tortured and forced to cum while restrained. It looked like he had a lot of thinking to do.

***

Robert and Sebastian didn't talk to each other all the way through Friday; Sebastian, doing his chores and finger fucking and plugging his ass every night; Robert, having two-hour sessions with P, who had turned him into a rather submissive pain pig. Robert was going to have a weekend escapade, this time to be P's slave for the whole weekend. The sole thought made him rock hard inside his pants as he finished pouring milk over his cereal. He was about to eat, when Sebastian showed through the kitchen door.

It was Friday and Sebastian was terrified. Yes, all week long he had been eager to seeing his master but now that the day had come, he realized he didn't want to. There was a knot in his stomach as he sat across from his father in the kitchen. He put some cereal and milk on his bowl and started playing with it.

"Daddy?" he said.

Robert Walker turned to look at his son, genuinely surprised at being spoken to, "Yes, Sebastian?"

"Will you forgive me?" he said pouting.

Robert smiled, stood up from his chair and opened his arms for his son. Sebastian stood from his place as well and ran to his father. He hugged the man tight, feeling his closeness, his scent of recently showered powerful man, and noticing a quickly swelling bulge in his daddy's pants. Sebastian didn't want to let go, he wanted to remain like this forever, in his father's embrace, feeling the cock that had created him hard against his tummy. Robert was not gonna fool himself anymore. As he hugged his son, he felt his cock engorge to the point of madness. The sweet scent of Sebastian's hair to his nostrils was more intoxicating than anything he'd ever taken up. He rubbed Sebastian's back as the boy hugged him and he started moving sideways ever so slightly, stimulating his cock against his son's stomach.

Sebastian didn't fail to notice what his dad was doing and smiled. They were both due at work and school within thirty minutes, but Sebastian wasn't gonna let this pass. Without removing himself from the hug, he squeezed his dad's dick with his right hand. Robert Walker moaned but said nothing. He was not going to let ANYTHING get between him and Sebastian, and even when his cock was sore, he let Sebastian squeeze at his own leisure.

"I wanna suck you, dad," Sebastian said.

"Son," Robert said feeling delirious, "It's late … Oh, fuck it!"

It was all the encouragement Sebastian needed. He pushed his dad so he would sit on the table and, with something close to desperation, his hands fumbled with his dad's zipper until he pulled it down and removed his dad's gorgeous cock from inside his underwear. Sebastian loved his dad's 18 cm dick and was eager to suck him to orgasm so he could enjoy not only the dick he loved the most in the world, but also his dad's strong flavored thick and white cum once again.

Robert Walker sighed as Sebastian's twelve year old mouth engulfed his cockhead and felt the precum droplets ooze onto Sebastian's tongue. Sebastian held on to his dad's cock like it was gonna be taken away and sucked him fiercely not wanting to wait any longer for his dad's load, he wanted his dad's load so badly! Robert Walker felt surprised at the urgency with which Sebastian was sucking him, as if it was the last time he was gonna do it, but all he did was caressing his son's head encouraging him with praising sweet words.

Sebastian didn't have to work hard to get his reward. He had imagined his dad must've been as eager as himself for the sexual contact, so it didn't take long before the boy felt his dad's thick cock throb in his mouth. Sebastian wanted nothing more in this world than for his dad to unload inside him.

"Oh, son!" Robert Walker said as his first stream of spunk was shot inside Sebastian's mouth.

Jet after jet of daddy spunk was deposited in Sebastian's mouth. Sebastian swallowed a rather large cumload with an urge one would think impossible in a twelve year older. As his dad's orgasm receded, Sebastian removed the lovely purple head from his mouth and squeezed it between thumb and index several times, managing to still squeeze three more droplets of thick, tasty daddy cum.

"I think we should go now," the boy said bringing his dad down from his ecstasy cloud.

"You did not get to cum," Robert said.

"I'll help myself tonight daddy," he said smiling, "I'll be home alone."

But the smile had been only for his father's benefit, inside, Sebastian was terrified that tonight he'd be taken by his master again. Tonight, his body was going to be the master's playground again. He started crying as he brushed his teeth. Why couldn't he get away from his master's clutches? 

To Be Continued