Date: Tue, 02 Apr 2024 01:53:21 +0000 From: What's the deal with airline food? Subject: A Costly Service Synopsis: Rhys gets his first laptop, and does what every young boy does (immediately searched for "naked girls"), only to be frustrated when he doesn't find anyone his age. He turns to an adult for help, but this particular adult's tech support is more costly than he anticipated. Tags: Mb, dubious consent, virginity loss, light bondage Nifty relies entirely on donations. If you enjoyed this story or any others on the site, please consider a donation to keep it running. Servers and web domains don't pay for themselves, after all. It also goes without saying, but do not attempt to emulate any of the content in this story. Any resemblance to others, real or fictional, is coincidental. ____________________________________________________________________________ Rhys had made a mistake. He wasn't sure exactly when the mistake had happened, but it was somewhere before the point where he was naked, in a stranger's house, with his hands tied above his head and a camera pointed at his lower body, projecting a high-resolution image of his throbbing, saliva-slickened erection onto a screen in front of him. Perhaps it had been a series of small mistakes, but with the stranger now behind him, massaging his ass cheeks and making appreciative noises, he couldn't help but think things had gone awry at some point. It had all seemed simple enough up to this point. He'd just finished eighth grade, and was in the summer vacation before entering high school. As a reward for his excellent grades, he'd been gifted his own personal laptop, to help him continue to succeed or something like that. More likely it was so he'd stop hogging his dad's gaming PC for schoolwork, but his parents wouldn't say that part out loud of course. He'd immediately installed Steam to see what the new laptop could run, of course, but was unsurprised to find that the hardware in it was good enough to run Doom, but not much else. The second thing he did was to test the parental filters -- and was elated to discover that there were none. The realization had him sit back and stare at the ceiling for a moment. A whole new world had just opened up to him! A world of the thing spoken of in hushed tones among his friends at school: girls. NAKED girls. He didn't look immediately, of course. That would have been far too obvious. But when his parents went out to run errands, leaving him to amuse himself for a few hours, that was his opportunity. And it wasn't any sooner that his parents' car left the driveway that he had opened an incognito tab and with shaking fingers punched a search term into Google. That wasn't his mistake. It was just a disappointment. Despite using every permutation he could think of, nothing that fit his needs came up. What he DID find was a bunch of naked adults (ew) and worse, naked adults labeled as teenagers, which was just plain deceptive. A bit more searching turned up a discouraging fact: apparently there was some sort of law against pictures of kids his age doing anything remotely sexy. At that he'd slammed his laptop shut and stormed around the house for a bit, silently fuming at the unjustness of it all. Him and his three-inch penis had been primed and ready for finally getting a good glimpse of something he'd only just become aware of as being interesting, and here he was, completely thwarted before even getting to the gate. So, he did the next best thing: he turned to online chat rooms to vent. Luckily he already knew of a couple that fit the bill, ones that a friend at school had passed along to him. They didn't show up on Google, and so he had to do some hacking to get them to work -- meaning he had to go into an IRC client and enter the server address, but to a twelve-almost-thirteen-year-old who had just learned how to delete browser history it was the pinnacle of computer wizardry. The servers were ostensibly for kids his age to talk about the problems all of them faced at that age and get support from shared experience, but Rhys had very quickly learned that a good chunk of the users were obviously adults, occasionally pretending to be his age for some reason. But in this case it was fine -- it was the adults Rhys wanted advice from. At first, nobody bit when he typed out his query: where could a curious almost-teenager (actual teenager, not the fake ones that Google gave him) find... you know, material of other teenagers? Ideally naked ones. But soon he got a couple messages. A couple were very quickly deleted and the users blocked because they didn't actually answer his question and wanted to see him instead, but then one seemed to actually be useful. In their conversation, Rhys learned that the user was a server tech that actually worked in the nearby city. He claimed to be in his early thirties, and really knew his stuff -- he explained that Google of course wouldn't show illegal content, and that Rhys needed to use something called an onion router to find what he was actually looking for. Very quickly, Rhys was lost. Onion router? IP address? VPN? Dark web? None of these things meant a thing to him. After staring in befuddlement at the string of messages the tech had sent, Rhys leaned forward and typed into the chat box. CoolRhys12: That's helpful, but I have no clue how to do any of that CoolRhys12: Is there anything easier? Rhys sat back, watching "Guest24601 is typing" gently pulse on the bottom of the window. His hopes of finding some... age-appropriate research materials were fading by the minute. It sounded like it would genuinely be easier to convince an actual girl his age to get naked for him than it was to find pictures, which sounded counterintuitive. Guest24601: Not really. It's locked down pretty hard. I could get in trouble for even telling you how to find it, let alone showing you any. It's probably easier to get a real girl to get naked for you than find pictures online. Rhys rolled his eyes at that. Guest24601: Don't take this the wrong way, but does it have to be girls? Boys can be just as fun to look at and they're way easier to get naked. Rhys frowned in confusion, and started typing a fervent denial before pausing and deleting it. Why not boys? Now that he'd mentioned it, it made some sense. If other boys felt the same way, it would be easy to get naked together, and since they all had the same parts there wouldn't be any awkward gawkwing. But wasn't the whole point to see what GIRLS looked like without clothes? Rhys knew what boys looked like already just from looking at himself in the mirror. He was so lost in thought that he didn't notice another message. Guest24601: There is another way. You're in the same sort of area as me. If you live close by enough you could bring your laptop by and I set it up for you. It makes sense once you see it done. Rhys didn't agree right away, but a bit more back and forth revealed that Guest24601 was even closer than either of them thought: he was in the next neighborhood over, an easy bike ride away. And soon, Rhys was nodding in agreement. What a generous guy! Guest24601: It will take a bit to set up, though. And I'll want a little something in return. Well, so much for generous. Still, it was the best lead Rhys had, and it would be a tremendous shame to back out when he was this close. CoolRhys12: What kind of something? I've spent my allowance already. Guest24601: Nothing like that. Guest24601: Just a quick easy thing I want you to do when you're here. Guest24601: When you get inside, I want you to get naked and stay naked until you leave Rhys paused. Was it just him or was that... not that bad? Sure, it was weird, and he'd been appropriately cautioned not to get naked in front of strangers, but he was already doing he wasn't supposed to. It wasn't anything embarrassing, it wouldn't even be that hard, and Rhys had never quite got why he wasn't supposed to be naked in front of strangers anyway. And so he made his first mistake: he changed into some cycling shorts, without anything underneath (less to keep track of when he was there), packed up his laptop, and headed over. The house was a standard suburban affair: white picket fence, garden, a couple hedges and a birdbath that was more ornamental than functional. As instructed, Rhys rode his bike around the back, closed the gate behind him, and leaned his bike against the side of the house. He knocked on the door and spent a moment fidgeting before Guest24601 opened the door. He looked at Rhys in surprise before smiling and extending a hand. "Oh! I wasn't sure you'd actually come." Rhys gave the hand a quick shake, casting a quick eye over the man in question. He'd been surprisingly honest: he did look to be in his early thirties, and looked like he was in pretty good shape. "I said I would, didn't I? We have a deal." "Right to the point, eh? Don't even want to wait for introductions? I'm Thomas, for the record. Anyway, come on in." Rhys stepped inside, and closed the door behind him before taking his backpack off and tugging his shirt over his head. Thomas turned around and raised his eyebrows as Rhys tucked his thumbs into the waistband of his bicycle shorts, but didn't say anything as he pulled them down, letting his hairless private parts flop into view. Thomas nodded in approval at that and turned around again, gesturing Rhys to follow. One wifi password dictation later, and a naked Rhys was sitting beside Thomas on the couch while the tech busily typed away. He cast a suspicious eye over a camera on a tripod in a corner before sitting down, but Thomas waved it away: "Don't worry, it's off," he said. It was clearly an involved process -- Rhys very quickly lost the threat of what Thomas was doing, and soon he was fidgeting in boredom. He got up and started poking around the living room, quickly noticing an odd contraption mounted to the ceiling: a mount with a bar attached to it. "Chin up bar," Thomas explained without looking up. "I've got little exercise devices all over the house. Need to keep those fresh in my head when I'm working a desk job. You can use it if you want -- if it takes my weight, it'll take yours." "I'll pass," Rhys said, flopping down beside him, already starting to get used to his nudity. "Are you almost done?" "Juuuust about," Thomas said, glancing over as Rhys' boyhood flopped over against his leg. "I'm surprised you're not hard. Boys your age are usually throbbing just from the idea of being naked." Rhys shrugged. "I used to get hard when I was naked. Not so much now. I'm used to it." "Used to it?" "I get naked all the time when I'm home alone," Rhys admitted. "It's fun! I was nervous at first, but also really excited. But the fun wore off when I'd done it for a few days." "Still, this is different. You're naked with someone. Someone who's been sneaking glances at your little boydick since you got here." Rhys felt a twitch down below, and shifted to try and conceal it. "Really? Is that why this it taking so long?" "No," Thomas replied, glancing down between Rhys' legs and smiling knowingly as the boy's cock continued to plump up, the hormonal floodgates now wide open. "You're a little distracting, but this is actually a complicated process. I could have been done ten minutes ago if we just wanted a quick-and-dirty thing with no security, but I imagine you want to do this properly." Rhys stubbornly refused to look at his boycock, now swollen to its full three-inch length, the foreskin naturally pulling back a little as it pulsed for his attention. "I'm not sure I have that much to worry about-" "Kid, I'm an IT specialist. You do not fuck around with the darkweb. Trust me on this." Thomas glanced over toward Rhys' crotch again. "That's more like it." The next couple moments passed in silence. Thomas hummed tunelessly, drumming lightly on the laptop case while he watched a glacial progress bar. "Probably should have checked what's under the hood before starting that," he muttered. "Might take a while on anything less than a quad-core... hm." Rhys jumped as, in the middle of his muttering, Thomas reached over and cupped the boy's privates in his hand. The adult lightly fondled his immature balls before wrapping his fingers around the shaft and lightly pumping, taking Rhys' lack of reaction as consent. "This good?" he asked after a few strokes. "I just figured since you weren't doing anything with it, I may as well." "It's, ah... fine," Rhys gasped. He'd played with his penis before, but clumsily, and it usually went soft on its own after a bit. This kind of rhythmic stroking had never occurred to him and felt VERY different. With his other hand, Thomas set the laptop aside. "This installation looks like it's going to take a while, so we've got a bit of time to kill. How do you feel about letting me play with you a bit?" "Uh... I don't think I should..." Rhys' mind was spinning. He had the feeling this wasn't right, but the hand on his boycock was EXTREMELY distracting. "Isn't this... you know, kinda gay?" "Nah," Thomas said, shifting closer so their sides were touching. "Just two guys hanging out. I'm helping you relax. I mean, sure, I like guys, admittedly, but I like girls too. That's not gay." "I, uh... guess not? I just figure maybe I shouldn't be letting an adult do this." "Well, they say that because adults can hurt kids like you. Am I hurting you?" "I guess not?" Rhys replied lamely. "Here, get up onto my lap. Better angle that way." Before Rhys could start moving, Thomas had already lifted him up and repositioned him, and then Rhys got a sense of just how much stronger the adult was than him. Between Rhys having a late birthday and not quite having hit his growth spurt and having a slight frame to begin with, it didn't take that much to overpower him -- not that he was putting up much resistance. Once the boy was settled on his lap, Thomas reached around and started masturbating his cock again. "There we go," he said into Rhys' ear, and the boy shivered as he felt him gently kiss his neck. And Rhys had to admit, the angle was better - the adult's hand had better access. Both hands now, actually: one on his penis and the other gently caressing his sac. And after a minute of that, he became aware of an urgently growing pressure against his rear. At first he ignored it, thinking it was a bone poking into him. Then he felt it twitch and realized it was a bone, but only in the euphemistic sense: that was Thomas' cock, and from the feel of it, one that was at least twice as big as his own. "Um... Thomas, I can feel your..." "Right. Yeah. Let me adjust." The adult's hands left his crotch, and Rhys stood up slightly to give him room to maneuver. He heard a zip, a bit of rustling, and then Thomas' hands fastened onto the boy's hips again, pulling him down. Rhys settled down, noting that the adult's cock was now pointed toward his chest, and nestled much more comfortably between his ass cheeks... except it felt different. Warmer, more defined. It took him a moment, after which Thomas had already started milking his shaft again, to realize that it was the adult's BARE cock, with nothing between the throbbing organ and Rhys' skin. The boy sputtered and tried to get up, but Thomas wrapped his arms around his pale chest and stopped him. "What, what's wrong?" Thomas asked. "Your cock's out," Rhys complained. "Yeah?" Thomas replied. "It's more comfortable. Got too tight in my pants. Relax, it's not as if I'm sticking it in you or anything." With that, he went back to pulling on the boy's cock, but Rhys noted that he kept an arm around his chest. And it was only a few moments later that he realized something else was happening -- the adult was slowly moving his hips, sawing his cock back and forth between the boy's cheeks. Rhys sullenly let it happen, at least until it was pulling back and forth enough that the head was now dragging against his pink, hairless boyhole. On one thrust it snagged on it and started pressing into him before skidding off. That was a bridge too far. Rhys stiffened at that and pushed off of Thomas, and this time the adult let him get up. But before he could say anything, Thomas cut in: "Want me to suck you off?" Rhys' angry complaint died in his throat. "Huh?" he got out instead. "Suck you off," Thomas repeated. "Your cock, in my mouth. Feels great. Every guy loves it. Here, stand on the couch in front of me." It was there that Rhys made his second mistake. Instead of listening to his misgivings and leaving right then, he silently returned to the couch and stood in front of the adult, his throbbing cock pointing forward until it grazed against Thomas' forehead. He laughed at that and said "A little lower. Mouth's down here." Rhys bent his knees until his penis was level with Thomas' mouth, at which point both hands fastened on his ass cheeks and he dove down to engulf the boy's entire cock in one swoop. Rhys nearly passed out at the sensation. The warm, wet feeling of the man's mouth activated some primordial part of him, as if this was where his cock was always supposed to go. Instinct took over, and he started clumsily thrusting into Thomas' mouth, shivering each time the adult's tongue grazed over a sensitive spot. "Mmm," Thomas mumbled happily as the boy started thrusting into his mouth. Rhys was in bliss... at least for about sixty seconds, until his calves started to complain from his legs being bent. "Hey, uh... my legs are getting tired," he said breathlessly. Thomas slowly, agonizingly pulled off his cock, finally releasing it with a `pop,' and looked up at him. "Seriously? I was just getting into it." He sighed and looked around, before spying the pull-up bar. "Ah, that'll do it. Hold on a sec, I've got an idea." Rhys stood up, groaning as he stretched his legs, and Thomas got up and stepped past him -- his adult cock sticking out of his pants and probably-not-accidentally dragging along Rhys' hip as he went past -- and disappeared upstairs. Rhys waited impatiently, reaching down to toy with his cock, and was only just starting to replicate the stroking Thomas had demonstrated earlier when the adult reappeared, a few things in his hands. "One sec," he said, turning to the pull-up bar and fastening something to it. "There we go," he said after a moment, and casually pulled Rhys' hand off his cock before lifting it up to the bar. "Both arms up," he said, tugging insistently. Rhys reluctantly obeyed, and Thomas tugged a little harder, forcing him onto his tip-toes, before wrapping something around his wrists. It felt... oddly fluffy. But it quickly tightened, and as Thomas worked with quick, practiced motions, Rhys realized his arms were stuck there, bound to the pull-up bar by some kind of fluffy wrist bindings. "Comfortable?" Thomas asked, and Rhys nodded in surprised agreement. It would have been better if he wasn't on his tip-toes, but the straps held his arms surprisingly comfortably. The necessity of binding his wrists didn't occur to him -- Thomas clearly knew more than he did on the matter. "Perfect," Thomas said, before turning away and doing one more thing: he turned on the TV, and then went over to fiddle with the camera. A red light went on, and the screen was filled with a high-resolution image of Rhys' lower body, his straining cock front and center in frame. "Hey, what's the big idea?" Rhys complained, struggling against the wrist bindings. "You didn't say anything about recording!" "Relax, it's just a live feed," Thomas said, going back to Rhys and kneeling down beside him. "Just spicing it up a bit, giving you a front-row seat." He grabbed Rhys' hips and turned him so his cock was in front of his face again, then swooped down to engulf it again. And Rhys had to admit it did spice it up. He stared at the screen, panting as Thomas bobbed up and down on his preteen cock, watching himself disappear in the adult's mouth over and over. The viewpoint also made him realized something else: Thomas' hands were roaming again, going from cupping his hips to cupping his ass cheeks. The hands pulled his cheeks apart, then relaxed, then did it a few more times. Abruptly, Thomas pulled off. "Has anyone ever told you you have a killer ass?" he asked. "Probably not. Not really a thing kids your age say to each other. But you do -- cycling's paying off." Thomas bobbed his mouth on Rhys' cock a few more times, once again returning him to the edge of some kind of cliff, before backing off and standing up. "Hang on, I've got to get a closer look back there." "Wait, uh..." Rhys said before Thomas's hands were on his hips again, rotating him so he was facing the screen. It was then, as the adult's hands spread his ass cheeks again, exposing his vulnerable rosebud, that Rhys realized he may have made a mistake, or several mistakes. "And a beautiful virgin hole, too," Thomas said. "You're just the whole package, aren't you, kid? Here, lift your leg for me." Rhys didn't move at first, but Thomas grabbed and lifted his leg himself, forcing the boy to balance on one leg as the position spread him out. Thomas glanced at the screen and took a moment to fiddle with a remote, and Rhys watched the image focus more closely on his saliva-slick boycock and thighs. Thomas moved his leg again, making him shift his weight... and there it was, barely visible under his balls, but Rhys could get a look at his own smooth boyhole. And then his view disappeared as Thomas swooped in and fastened his mouth to it, running his tongue over the crinkled muscle and driving any thought of protest -- any coherent thought full stop, really -- from the boy's head. The sensation was overwhelming -- not only was the warm, slippery appendage working at a surprisingly sensitive place an incredible feeling, but Rhys could SEE it happening, see the muscles in Thomas' jaw work and the odd glimpse of tongue swiping over his hole. "Haaa-AAHH!" Rhys sang out as the first wave hit him. Any misgivings fled -- how could anything that felt this good be wrong? The fact that he was now in an intensely vulnerable situation didn't occur to him -- as far as he was concerned that was a problem for Future Rhys. And then, a moment later, he became Future Rhys as something changed: instead of swiping over and around his hole, the tongue was now pushing more insistently at it. Rhys instinctively tightened to keep it out, but as the prodding continued the muscles fatigued, and with a sudden `pop' sensation the tongue breached his ring and slipped inside him. Rhys gasped at that, and again when the tongue withdrew and thrust in again. Thomas let his leg down and Rhys' view disappeared as both hands went to the task of holding his cheeks apart, allowing the adult to dive in as deep as his tongue could reach. Rhys bit his lip at the unfamiliar feeling and tried not to cry out as the tongue began to thrust rhythmically into him. With every thrust, a pulse went through his nerves from his ass, across his perineum, and up his penis, which twitched in response. He didn't have long to enjoy the new feeling, though, because Thomas pulled back with a *slurp*, leaving Rhys' hole winking in disappointment, and made the boy yelp by swatting one of his cheeks. "Fuck, I love the taste of virgin hole." He loved the taste? He *knew* the taste? How many virgin holes had he tasted? Was this a practiced routine? Those thoughts fled Rhys' head when the tongue returned, spearing through his ring after a moment of resistance and thrusting into him again. Three thrusts, then it pulled out and Rhys felt heat bloom on his left cheek as Thomas swatted it again. Then, while he was still reeling, the tongue speared in and thrust into him three more times. Then another swat, to his right cheek again. Then the tongue felt different. It slipped in just as easily, but it was harder, less warm and wet feeling. And it was going in farther than the tongue, too... Rhys stiffened, both because he realized he now had a finger inside him, and also because the finger had hit something that seemed to be wired directly to his boydick. "That's it," Thomas said, pumping his index finger slowly into the boy, poking deliberately at his prostate. "Open that ass up for me. Gonna need it to be nice and relaxed." Relaxed for what, Rhys couldn't help but wonder as the finger withdrew, only for a second finger to join it and circle his hole, almost menacingly, before pushing in. He could feel a bit of a stretch from that -- not an unpleasant one, but it was a much more noticeable presence. And that also meant double the pressure on his prostate, meaning his cock flexed again when they found their mark. In fact, Rhys' cock was almost starting to feel a bit neglected. Thomas clearly wasn't neglecting his -- although the camera was centered on his three-incher, the adult's own six-inch cock was barely visible between the boy's legs, as well as the hand languidly pumping it, keeping it at full hardness as well as slathering... something shiny onto it? Rhys gasped as he felt the fingers in his ass pull out (wait, had that become three fingers at some point?) and felt his hole hang open for a good couple moments afterwards. "And that means you're ready," Thomas said, picking up a small bottle, and dripping some of the contents into Rhys' crack, and then fingering some of it into his hole. With three fingers, the boy idly noticed as they easily slipped in -- more easily even than before. The bottle must have held some kind of lubricant. "Right then. Up we go," Thomas said, and suddenly Rhys felt hands on his thighs, and his feet left the ground as both legs were lifted until he was staring at himself spread-eagle on the TV screen, his hole once again clearly visible. Rhys stared at it for a moment, surprised at how different it looked. What was before a nondescript crinkle of pink muscle was now shining with saliva and lube, and was gaping slightly open. Then Thomas shifted, and Rhys realized what was also threateningly looming right by it: Thomas' very erect adult cock, also slickened with lube, a bit of precum beading on the tip. "W-wait a second," Rhys said, suddenly realizing that the adult might have more in mind than he realized. "You know," Thomas said over him, as if he hadn't said a thing, "it's a funny thing, this concept of virginity. Everyone talks about it like it's something special, and it is, kinda, but nobody really agrees on what it means." He shifted his hips so that his cock brushed against Rhys' balls, gently nudging them out of the way. "It's got something to do with cocks, everyone knows that much. Get a cock in you, virginity's gone. But where's the line, right? Like, it can't be just getting touched with one." He shifted Rhys' hips, moved his own, and Rhys shivered as he both felt and watched the rigid pole smack against his hole. "Boop!" Thomas said as he made contact. "No more virginity. Ridiculous, right? No, it's definitely got to go in." While saying that, he adjusted again, this time nestling his cock right at Rhys' entrance. And then Rhys started to *really* worry. Because it was somehow only at that point that he realized Thomas now intended, or perhaps had always intended, to fuck him. He knew in vague terms that men could have sex with each other, and the butthole was a convenient place to stick a cock, but that was something for other people! He wasn't supposed to get a cock stuck in him! And yet, here he was, with a hole so relaxed there was no way he could keep anything out, and with the helmet of an adult's cock making its presence known right at the edge of his sanctum. For the first time, Rhys struggled. There was still time to get away, to avoid this... but the bindings on his wrists held, and Thomas was too much stronger than him to let him get away. But that didn't mean there was no effect -- the movement caused him to drop down a half inch. And with Thomas' cock carefully stroked to iron hardness, and nowhere else for it to go... Rhys felt it happen, and watched it happen as if in slow motion, as the beleaguered muscle of his hole gave way, spread out, and allowed half an inch of adult cock to slip into him. Most of the helmet disappeared from view on the screen. And it felt... fine. About the same as the fingers. More yielding, more warm, like a halfway point between finger and tongue. "Whoops!" Thomas said. "Don't think that's what you had in mind. Here, let's get that out of there." But the adult let him drop instead, by another inch, and the rest of the head and a bit of shaft vanished. Now, looking at the screen, it was undeniable that even if it was only part of it, there was a cock inside him. "My mistake," Thomas continued, "wrong way." "Please don't," Rhys said, but kept his eyes locked to the screen, unable to tear himself away. And so he watched, in glorious high definition, as Thomas arched his hips, lowered his arms, and slowly fed his cock, inch by inch, into Rhys' ass. And his traitorous hole stayed stubbornly open to receive it. At the three inch mark, Rhys arched his back and cried out as the cock encountered his prostate and, instead of prodding against it like the fingers had, bulled over it. And in response, his cock generated its own drop of precum, which slowly rolled down his head and pooled against his foreskin. At that, Thomas pushed the last three inches in with one movement, and Rhys could only watch as the rest of the adult's cock, and the last of his virginity, vanished in the space of a couple seconds. "So, I think that's it, then," Thomas said conversationally, as though he hadn't just ripped away a boy's innocence like a band-aid. "That probably counts as losing your virginity, right? I mean, a cock's all the way in you, balls are touching, which means it's *definitely* gay by the way, so that's got to be it. But is it? That was half-accidental. You can't lose your virginity by accident, right? There needs to be some intention." Thomas moved, and Rhys watched as his cock started to reappear, and then yelped as it disappeared again, driven into him with enough force that the flesh of his cheeks clapped against Thomas' hips. "Intention like an adult thrusting it into you," Thomas said, gripping Rhys' thighs tighter and repeating the motion, then again. "That's three, four, five thrusts. Does it go away at any of them? Maybe it's when you lose count, or when you stop caring about counting." Rhys didn't really have anything to contribute apart from a breathy "Aah... hah... haah... aahh..." that punctuated every time the adult's cock thrust into his small body. With every thrust, he felt and saw his hole fold inwards, then pull out as the cock withdrew. But with each thrust, it resisted less and less, until something about the sensation changed, and Rhys realized that his hole was staying open. And at that point, Rhys realized he'd lost count of the thrusts, not that he'd been counting much to begin with. Thomas felt Rhys shiver at the realization and started fucking him faster. "There we go. Now you're into it. No more worrying about if your virginity's intact. Because now you're getting fucked, and nobody can possibly deny it. And you know what else I can't help but notice? Despite your protests, despite your struggles..." He brought his mouth right to the boy's ear. "You're. Still. Hard." Each word was punctuated by a targeted thrust that slammed into Rhys' prostate, making his cock both flop with the momentum and flex from the feeling. And through it all, though he'd been trying to ignore it, trying *not* to enjoy what was being done to him, Rhys was feeling something building. Something insistent, and something that strengthened every time the adult's cock hit his prostate. Something that had turned the drop of precum into a persistent leak that now had a string of the stuff hanging from his throbbing cock. "So how about it, kid? Gonna cum? Gonna cum on the cock of the man that's raping you?" Rhys let out a noise halfway between a gasp and a sob, and watched his cock flex before closing his eyes as an orgasm washed over him, cum jetting from his shaft as it twitched uselessly in the air, trying to fire his sperm into a hole that was nowhere near it. And the whole time, Thomas kept mercilessly thrusting into him, drawing the orgasm out as long as the adult cared to. "And now it's my turn," Thomas said, his voice taught. "You ready?" Rhys snapped his eyes open. Despite the fact that he had undoubtedly been raped, penetrated, even fucked, maybe there was one last chance to walk away with something resembling virginity. Maybe it didn't count as long as the one fucking him didn't cum. He didn't have much time left, but maybe if he tensed his arms and legs at the same time, and timed it so it was on the outstroke, he might be able to... Rhys felt a throb, and time froze. On the screen, he watched as Thomas's balls pulled up into his sac, and his hips drove his cock in with six staccato, rapid fire thrusts. Smack-smack-smack-smack-smack-smack, as his hips clapped against Rhys' cheeks. Then, on the sixth thrust, he arched his hips and his back with enough force that Rhys's body was driven upwards by the force of it. And then Rhys felt it, and knew. The base of Thomas' cock contracted, and the whole length of it pulsed inside him. Then it pulled out a bit, barely an inch, before slamming home again with another pulse. After three pulses, Rhys felt a spreading warmth inside him, and after five, the cock stilled, and Rhys watched (and felt) it pulse three more times before it finally seemed to stop. And the whole time, Thomas grunted animalistically into Rhys' ear as he pumped the boy full of his cum. Rhys stared numbly as his own cock began to soften, and a few moments later, Thomas slowly slid his cock back out, at which point a splash of adult cum leaked out of Rhys' gaping hole. His legs were lowered until his feet were back on the ground, and Thomas left the room behind him, and a few seconds later he heard the sounds of running water. The whole time, he felt the trickling warmth of Thomas' cum, the mark of his shame, leaking out of his hole. After a minute, Thomas returned, a glass of water in his hand, and gave the boy a confused look. "Why are you still there? Waiting for round two?" Rhys shot him a venomous look. "I'm still tied up, dumbass." Thomas looked at the bindings with bemusement. "Did you try tugging on them?" "Yes! When I was trying to escape while you were *raping* me, remember?" Thomas reached up, grabbed Rhys' forearm, and gave a firm yank, and the bindings gave way. Rhys stared at his arm in surprise, and then yanked on the other as hard as he could... and stumbled to the floor when it also let go. "Bondage gear," Thomas said, reaching up and untying it from the chin-up bar. "It's meant to give the illusion of being held. It lets go if you give it enough force. Needed for emergencies, that kind of thing." He tossed the bondage cuffs at Rhys. "You were never trapped, and on some level I think you knew it. I didn't rape you. I couldn't have, because you *wanted* it." "Maybe you're not admitting it to yourself quite yet," he carried on, walking out of the room, "but you had so many opportunities to walk away. You came hands free. And you never told me to stop." He left the room, leaving Rhys on the floor, his anger fading in place of confusion. And on the bike ride home, Rhys had to say he didn't feel any different. He felt... good, almost. Like a valve that had been building up steam had finally been released. And when after getting home, while bent over naked in front of his bedroom mirror, inspecting his hole and marveling at how it had survived all that, he wasn't thinking about how unfair it was that his virginity had been stolen like that. He was only thinking about how good it had felt to cum on Thomas' cock. And how hot his hole looked while it was spread open around a cock. And when he could do it again.