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This work of fiction contains explicit material meant for an adult readership over 18. If descriptive sex stories with preteen boys are not your thing, do not continue. Keep Nifty alive, please donate. The eleven-year-old captive was grunting between the four walls of the cellar. I had tied his wrists with a solid piece of rope and hung him from the hook of the ceiling. Naked and suspended like a side of beef, the kid was squirming or rather trying to squirm. The little prisoner could not really wriggle much because I had tied his ankles together as well. A black band around his head covered his eyes and completed the tableau. Proud of my work, I admired the pale and stretched body of the little boy for a moment, excited by his vulnerability. His feet were dancing on the concrete floor. A bare light bulb was casting a harsh light on his curly red hair. I approached and slid a hand on his stomach to his nipples. With the other, I stroked his back and went down to grab his exquisite little ass. A typical ass for a skinny boy, round and firm. The child sighed, welcoming the warmth on his cold skin. Evidently, he liked my caresses because his little dick was getting hard. - It turns
you on to be naked and touched like this, uh, Jordan? I asked, before slapping one
of his buttocks. Undoubtedly, he was the ideal plaything for a man. At the time, I was thirty-seven-years-old. My sexual appetite had not decreased one bit. I played tennis to stay in shape. My look was impeccable: short hair, trimmed beard and sober clothes. Everyone thought I was a playboy, a single guy always on the hunt for the next lady. This reputation could not have been further away from the truth. I was solely attracted to preteen boys from ten to twelve-years-old. At eleven, Jordan was perfectly situated in the middle of my range. Without warning, I shoved my index finger and middle finger in his mouth. - Suck! Show me how good you are, I ordered. Jordan grunted and started to move his head. His lips tightened around my fingers. Since he was blindfolded, I could only see from his chin to his cute button nose dusted with freckles. I pushed my fingers down his throat and he choked. The boy fought against his bounds, jerking his head back. My hand brought it down immediately and I slipped my fingers inside his mouth again, to the back of his tongue. - Go on, don’t be shy, suck’em like it's a dick, I commanded. Everybody knows redheads love to suck dicks… Get them real wet. Trust me it's better for you! The little boy grunted again and resigned himself to suck and slobber properly. I removed my fingers only when they were wet and slimy. Jordan turned his head to the left and then to the right. He was trying to peek under his blindfold. With a quick gesture, I found his anus between his small buttocks and jammed my two fingers inside him. - Annngggh! Mister! Annngggh! he cried out, climbing on the tip of his toes. To ease his pain, I began to tug on his little erect penis with my free hand. The contribution of pleasure relaxed the kid right away. I felt his pucker loosen a bit around my fingers. He had done a good job of lubrication. I could twist them in his anus, drawing delicious high-pitched squeals out of him. For a moment, I masturbated my young pet tenderly, making the pleasure grow. He had a pretty erection of about three inches. His penis no longer had this stunted form of younger boys. It was slightly fleshy and curved a little upwards. As for his testicles, they had descended into their smooth sac. Gradually, I pushed my fingers further into his anus while jerking him faster. With synchronized gestures, I stimulated him in front and behind. The boy moaned louder. I could see that he was oscillating between the two pleasures. - Do
you like it? I inquired without obtaining an answer. I crammed my two fingers completely into his ass causing him to wince. If before, I had avoided touching the sensitive glans of his penis, now I did not restrain myself. Masturbating him, I went all the way up under the crown of the small mushroom head. My rough handling of his dick and asshole froze the young captive. His toes curled up. Out of breath, he gasped, as if he was drowning in the soaring pleasure. Suddenly, the kid tilted his head back and I heard him hoot: - Ooooohh! Ooooohhhhh! Ooohhh! His naked body trembled at the end of the rope. Mouth wide open, he let out a series of strident complaints. I craned my neck to see the grimaces of delight on his face. A child having an orgasm is the most beautiful thing in the world I’ve always found. As he shuddered, a milky droplet appeared at the tip of his penis, like a precious pearl in the slit of the small glans. His anus clenched my fingers with each jolt of pleasure. I took them out of his butt and dropped a kiss on the boy's neck before taking him down from the ceiling hook. As soon as his wrists were untied, Jordan gave me a hug. His affection always surprised me considering I often treated him in a brutal manner. Despite an urge for relief, I put my arm around him and dragged him into a closer hug. - Did
you enjoy it, Jordan? I asked.
On our first encounter, I discerned immediately that he loved men. The kid climbed on the chair like a monkey, putting both sneakers on the seat. The position of his body indicated that he was totally open and relaxed. My eyes followed the inside of his thighs into his shorts where I glimpsed at a portion of his blue briefs. - So, I said,
flipping through his file. Your name is Jordan, eleven-years-old. No medical
history. Two months here at the Youth Center for Social Reintegration. Multiple
shoplifting charges and a physical aggression- The mischievous face of the boy was refreshing. Most of the center residents I was examining once a week were pimply and grumpy teens prone to self-mutilation. There were some young offenders, but Jordan did not fit into that category. Firstly, he was way too thin to be a thug. Secondly, he had rust-colored hair and orange eyelashes. Who has ever seen a ginger gangster? The kid often smiled at me and flirted, but I could tell it was a ruse. When he switched on the charm, his blue eyes spied and deciphered all of his interlocutor, in this case, me. I knew it because I did the same thing every day. - Strip down to your undies, I announced. I'll take your measurements and the weight. The little redhead jumped to his feet and shed his clothes. For a couple of minutes, I took great pleasure in auscultating him, taking my time and suppressing the urge to let my dick harden. He was exactly the type of boy inhabiting my fantasies; hairless and very masculine despite his juvenile daintiness. At the end of the inspection, Jordan threw me a curveball. - You’re not gonna
examine me here, doc? he asked, pointing at his underwear. With a cocky smile, the kid lowered his underwear to his knees. I cupped his balls then made sure the foreskin retracted easily on his flaccid little dick. It began to stiffen between my fingers to the sound of its owner's giggles. - You see, I said, your penis works perfectly fine!
Usually, when a young boy sucked my cock, his performance was disappointing. Jordan differed from the others. He showed true dedication in giving me a blowjob. His fist jerked the thick shaft of my cock while he sucked. The kid could not take all eight inches in his mouth. He compensated this way, determined to give me the maximum pleasure. I insisted that he sat naked on his heels in front of the armchair. A submissive position in front of a man. It did not offend him. Jordan was comfortable in that role. I moaned and groaned watching him do his magic. His little head seemed to bounce on my erection. At times, he stopped, stuck out his tongue and licked my dick head. Then, he rubbed his wet lips on one side then the other before going down on me again. At his age, I got bored fast when I gave blowjobs to the teenagers in the neighborhood. Also, I refused to swallow their load. Jordan did not express this reluctance. This enchanted me because I had read a book by a gay author who associated sperm with the sacred. By its power to give life, he affirmed that semen was the substance that came closest to the divine. Those who consumed it enriched their souls. But, on a more intimate basis, Jordan was revealing that he had a lot of affection for me by eating my cum. When my orgasm approached, I stood up. Jordan opened his mouth and put the head of my cock on his tongue. With frantic flicks of the wrist, he jerked me off. If he did not raise his gaze, I reminded him: - Look at me while I shoot in your mouth. I wanted to see in his eyes that his reverence was sincere, that it would not flinch. I could not help but grunt feeling my balls tighten. Jordan kept his stare on mine while I ejaculated. The creamy jets splashed at the back of his mouth. It filled up with sauce that he swallowed in one gulp. Afterward, I gave him a slow blowjob to thank him, cultivating his pleasure.* * * I remember a frank conversation between us. It was not in our habit, neither for Jordan nor for me to talk seriously. We preferred to take things as they were, day by day. I was driving. The sun was blaring down. Jordan had stolen a cigarette from my pack and lit up, as he often did. His insolent gesture made me angry because traffic was dense. I had to keep staring ahead and at the unpredictable kid at the same time. - Don’t smoke in
the car, I scolded him. When we're outside, you are supposed to be my nephew. I thought our exchange was over. Jordan threw out the cigarette and began to sulk in the passenger seat. I noticed on his soft face that he was pondering something. His hand was fiddling with the fabric of his ugly green shorts absentmindedly. Coming out of his torpor, he asked: - Have you ever
slept with a woman? My answer took him aback. I stared at the street again through the windshield and felt that my young friend was wondering if what I had just said was a compliment. After a moment, Jordan kicked his sneakers off and stretched his thin legs, crossing his bare feet over the glove box, suddenly with a laid-back attitude. - Your feet are
beautiful, I commented, I like them very much. Did you notice that I rub them? I smiled at him, for a long while this time. If there was something I welcomed, it was being called stupid by Jordan. Every parent should suffer this affront. It is a fabulous remedy against the absolutism of an adult. Since we were opening up to each other, I decided to press on. - And how much do
you like it when we have sex together? I asked. On a scale of 1 to 10. Before answering this question, Jordan consulted his toes, and softened his already chirpy voice. - Yes, he peeped, blushing.- Hey, don’t feel ashamed! I said. It comforts me that you like it and there are plenty of others who do too. To tell you the truth, I already knew you liked it. You always go 'Oh yes! Ohhhh yes! ' - Nooo, it's not like that, Jordan corrected me, letting out a slew of giggles. I go like this, 'Ooooh yessss! Oooohh! Anngh! Anngh! Ann- ' - Damn! I interrupted him. Stop, you're going to give me a hard-on!
Jordan's favorite sexual position was missionary. He lay naked on his back in the middle of the bed. I crawled over him. His short legs wrapped around my chest, his arms around my shoulders. It was like throwing myself between the tentacles of an octopus. From experience, I had learned that it was necessary to be expeditious during the anal penetration of a child. The bulb of the glans had to pass the sphincter quickly, otherwise the kid panicked because of the pain and pushed away the invasion. With Jordan, this was not required. The redhead had already taken a few rides on the merry-go-round. He opened up to me. Nevertheless, his body reacted by contracting his muscles. I kissed him for the duration of the penetration. Jordan squeaked in my throat when my cock sank gently but resolutely into his narrow anus. When my erection was planted between the two buns of the little boy, his body ceased to fight and loosened up. I could start to sodomize him and listen to his languorous moans. The skinny redhead looked even smaller than he was, folded in two under my adult frame. I fucked him slowly, giving him time to get used to the back and forth of my thick cock in his rectum. Jordan closed his eyes, turned his head to the side. He grinned like a junkie when the pleasure rose, winced when I pushed too far inside him. His slender penis was stiff and never deflated. After a moment, I grabbed his left ankle and pinned it down on the mattress above his head. This allowed him to masturbate while I fucked him vigorously. Almost on top of his body, I gave him more violent and more frequent cock strokes. Jordan masturbated and moaned: - Anggh! Yes!
Angggh! Angggh! I had seen few boys able to cum while getting fucked. Maybe two or three horny young teens. Jordan was only eleven-years-old and produced merely droplets of spunk, nothing to justify the unbridled libido of an older boy. I watched him eagerly tug on his little dick while receiving my swollen cock in the ass. His balls jiggled between his thighs. His orgasm made him shudder. He cried then floated on the waves of pleasure. I pulled out hastily from his reddened anus. Jordan had not finished savoring his orgasm that already I was spurting abundantly on his face. We were both in seventh heaven.* * * After sex, Jordan put back on his underwear and ugly green shorts. A mischievous smile illuminated his face. He took advantage of the fact that I could not refuse him anything. The cheeky kid took money out of my wallet and ordered something to calm his hunger. Amongst all the brochures, he always opted for the pizzeria around the corner, knowing that it annoyed me when he stuffed himself with junk food. On the bed, I lit up a smoke and watched my young friend, happily waiting for this home delivery. One day, when the pizza delivery man knocked on the door, the playful kid decided to try a social experiment. He took off his shorts and underwear, chuckling. Buck naked, he opened the door. The transaction went as usual until the delivery guy noticed that his young client was not wearing clothes. The dazed man looked away. He began to scan around, thinking he was participating in a hidden camera show. Jordan kept a serious face. The kid offered the money in exchange for the food. Without saying a word, he stayed there. I wondered how he managed not to laugh at the hilarious reaction of the guy. I was proud of my young jester and found him handsome, despite all the bones protruding from his skinny body; his sharp elbows, his knotty knees, his apparent ribs. At least, his bird-like constitution had the advantage of making the curves of his buttocks more appealing. For the rest of the transaction, the delivery man stared into space, denying himself the curiosity of Jordan's nakedness. I was convinced that the guy was avoiding looking at Jordan's hairless genitals, fearing that it was a trap, that policemen were hiding at the end of the hallway to take him down. This experience proved to what extent morals and laws have a relentless grip on people. The right-thinking folks are legion. Indoctrination is mandatory. It is impossible to express a divergent opinion since they are on the side of decency and order, therefore necessarily superior. Ironically, the most fervent moralists are often those who least respect their own doctrine. Many priests and politicians have demonstrated this time and time again. Jordan got his pizza and strolled back to lie on the bed near me. He opened the box and filled up his mouth with a slice of the pie. He ate with a winning smile. Looking at him, I thought that perhaps this was the definition of happiness. Being naked, eating pizza and not giving a shit about what others think of it.* * * On Fridays, after my day at the clinic, I got in the car and picked up Jordan at the Youth Center for Social Reintegration. Big words for what was a modern-day politically correct kid orphanage/prison. The febrile boy was waiting for me in the parking lot at the back. He opened the car door and climbed at full speed with a bag of clothes, looking forward to spending the weekend with me. His first sentence was always: - Where are we going? I'm hungry! The ease with which I kidnapped Jordan disconcerted me every time. There was a security guard on site, but the number of doors and windows in the facility made his task impossible. Most of the residents ran away. Nobody worried about their absence in the short term, especially on Saturdays and Sundays. Problem kids are a burden. As soon as they commit a crime, they go from innocent puppy to foul beast. People care about child protection only when it concerns their offspring. The juvenile delinquents from other families and children starving in Africa or butchered in wars, they don’t really matter to them. I would be lying if I wrote that the primary motivation for my relationship with Jordan was other than sexual. At the same time, I enjoyed the boy's company. For a kid in the clutches of the system, Jordan kept an upbeat mood. I loved doing activities with him, reliving through his enthusiasm my pre-teen years. I had arrived at an age when it seemed I had done everything, read all the books and viewed all the movies, that every new work was a pale imitation. Jordan made me forget that I was becoming jaded and cynical like everyone around me. Sometimes, I thought I might be in love with Jordan. I erased this idea from my brain, finding myself ridiculous. I could not conceive that a man of thirty-seven could fall in love with a little boy. However, I found it just as ridiculous that the vast majority of people are monogamous and choose a partner for money, or because they conceived a baby too fast, or because they are scared of being alone. All of them waste their whole life with someone they don’t like. Before coming home, I drove the car around to the commercial area for a pit stop at the supermarket. Being in a public space with my young friend caused me to have episodes of nervousness and heavy sweating. Jordan attracted people like a magnet. - Is he your kid? Wow!
He has very very red hair! they remarked. I hated that we had to improvise and chit-chat with the allegedly ‘friendly’ folks. The way adults, especially parents, talked to Jordan irritated me. They looked down on him and used words like 'Little Man' or 'Pumpkin', as if he was a toddler or an idiot. Jordan responded politely, restraining himself from retorting 'You're stupid!' I have always been shocked by this hypocritical way of Western parents to consider kids as naive sexless angels, above all their own. They live in a parallel world where their kids are perfectly pure. They cannot imagine that their little darlings masturbate and have sexual contacts with other children. This voluntary blindness is such that they give internet access to their kids and are convinced that they will never visit adult sites. Society is complicit and avoids the subject as a whole. Meanwhile, with the proliferation of webcams, the biggest producers and distributors of underage pornography are kids themselves.* * * Jordan often spent several days without taking a shower or brushing his teeth. This confirmed what I already knew. Young boys are neglectful creatures, especially when they are not supervised. In preparation for sex, I guided the redhead to the bathroom and undressed him. I trimmed his fingernails and toenails. I used the enema pear to empty his guts. For a big kid of eleven, Jordan sometimes forgot to wipe his butt properly. I told myself that nature does things well. She gives beauty and liveliness to children, otherwise nobody would take care of these dirty little stinkers. Jordan eventually got in the bathtub. I unrolled the hose of the showerhead and cleaned him up while listening to his grumbling. The disgruntled boy curled up as I soaped him up and gave him a shampoo. Then, we could finally share a bath together, taking a seat at each end of the tub, face to face. It was at this moment that Jordan became a talking mill. He did not stop yacking. He voiced everything that went through his head. Kiddy jokes and anecdotes. A disjointed, one-way conversation that made me smile. All the while, his toes pulled on my pubes. Then, as he continued to chat, he began to rub my cock, squeezing it between the soles of his feet. When the bath water was almost cold, we shifted in a 69 position, with him above me. Jordan made my cock grow with his impetuous mouth. My erection looked gigantic in his little fist. I suckled his smooth balls and kissed his boner. My hands caressed the silky translucent skin of his back and thighs. I had a splendid view of his buttocks and his puckered anus. Stretching my neck, I gave it a few licks before we went to the bedroom, both exhilarated. If Jordan preferred the missionary position, I liked to take him from behind. So, we alternated between one and the other. In popular imagery, taking someone from behind is considered degrading and humiliating because it is how animals copulate, hence the term doggystyle. Surely, Jordan was not aware of that. To my delight, he crawled naked on all fours on the bed and lifted his buttocks, giggling. To see him like this turned me on, because I knew he was going to be my little bitch. Jordan accepted that I be the one in control of when and how he got his orgasm. I tied his wrists behind his back so that he would not touch himself. With his arms secured behind him, it forced him to submit, shoulders on the pillow and knees buried in the springs of the mattress. I lubricated my erection all the way to the base with a non-heating oil. Jordan waited obediently as I placed my feet on either side of his waist and flexed my legs to enter him. The penetration electrified me every time. I examined Jordan's little anus expand around the shape of the glans and swallow it. Then, I started fucking him with half of my cock. Jordan exhaled and moaned. Lustful complaints and squeaks. The expressive kid made the pleasure of fucking him even more enjoyable. - Are you okay? It doesn’t hurt
too much? I asked. Gradually, I pushed my penis further in his tight hole, spreading his small buttocks to see it slip in. At the root, my phallus was the widest and stretched his anus painfully. Arriving at this portion, I went in nicely. Jordan gnashed his teeth. His tied hands clenched behind his back. To put all eight inches of hard meat in his butt was selfish. I knew it. But I wanted to make him feel all my manhood in his belly. I continued to sink in his hole until my big hairy balls were perched on his smooth ass. - Orgghh! Orgghhhhh! Jordan
growled. I could obviously hear him and see him when he climaxed, but I wanted him to tell me, even shout it. Holding his hips, I lifted him a bit and began to fuck him with more vigor. With his ass between my legs, Jordan was in the perfect spot to show him how a little boy should be fucked; without guilt, with force, to make him experience all the pleasure of being sexually possessed by a man. I held him tightly and thrust my cock in his butt, pulled back and did it again. The skinny kid was shaken by my assaults. Arms behind his back, constrained to stay on his knees, he squealed and screamed. Without giving the little redhead a second of respite, I jammed my big cock in his asshole brutally, in the most bestial way that you can sodomize a child. - Annngh! Yes! Annngghh! Yessss! Jordan cried out. For a long while, I savored this ultimate forbidden act. As minutes passed, I started to shove my cock completely in his butt more often, until I did only that, ram all eight inches steadily in his little asshole. My pelvis pumped madly. The noise of the inside of my thighs beating against his rump resounded in the room. – PAM! – PAM! – PAM! - It sounded like I was spanking him. - Annngghh! Yessss! ANGGGH!
ANGGH! Jordan yelled. While pounding his butt, I stepped forward a bit to give a curve to my erection so that it would graze his budding prostate. When I found the perfect angle, Jordan whimpered with joy. I could see his bound hands unclench. His sphincter relaxed completely around my cock. - Oooooooh yesss! the boy sang.
Oooooohh! I’m gonna cum! I continued to thrust my cock balls deep inside him while he convulsed between my legs. Jordan drooled over the pillow. He indulged in the voluptuous bliss of his anal orgasm. His little dick spat droplets on the sheets. When I finally pulled out of his ass, his distended anus remained open. I could see inside him. A hand on his buttock, I emptied my balls. Groaning and overwhelmed by pleasure, I stared at the jets of creamy jizz fly in the gaping hole of my adorable partner.* * * As soon as Jordan left the Youth Center after his 'sentence', I undertook the adoption process. It was a long and arduous journey. Social workers tend to suspect that a single man who wants to adopt a child has perverse intentions, that he does it in order to fuck the kid. A bunch of prejudices. Then again, in my case, it was true. I was planning on banging Jordan's horny ass a few more years. First, I was granted temporary custody every other weekend. A chaperon accompanied us to make sure nothing inappropriate happened. She was a nice old lady. The kind of woman who makes homemade cookies and calls you honey. She warned me not to touch Jordan when I inadvertently took him by the hand. The latter gave me a conniving smile. Without talking to each other, we both knew that she would fall dead on the ground if she ever found out what we usually did together on weekends. Three months later, Jordan was removed from his transient foster family. The paperwork was completed quickly. The system is very effective in getting rid of an undesirable. Our first fuck after three months was fantastic. Jordan straddled me and impaled himself on my erection. He moved his little ass on my cock until we both climaxed. I had never thought that one day, I would be practically raped by an eleven-year-old boy. Juggling the role of father and lover proved difficult. With time, I found the balance. We had sex until he turned fourteen. At that age, my desire for him was almost extinct. Redheads are cute as children, but they age badly. At least, Jordan cut his hair short to soften the color. But he was still a gangly teen with orange pubes and a plump cock. He started dating boys and experiencing the pain of heartbreaks. He always went out with older bad boys, well young men, including a black stud of twenty. I am assuredly the only father who has ever heard his son proudly proclaim: - He has a bigger dick than yours, daddy! Today, Jordan is a young adult with a balanced life, part of another system – the daily grind. He’s a junior analyst with good compensation and gets involved in social causes, even though I keep telling him that it’s a waste of time. He participated in a few scenes for a porn studio, "just for fun" he told me. Daddy/son stuff with hairy and muscular men who treated him like a whore. The scenes are pretty good. You’ve probably already seen them, although you will never admit it publicly. The End. A Precocious Debauchery |