Date: Wed, 26 Aug 2020 13:55:31 -0400 From: Mr. Smith Subject: The Furniture Circuit - Ch. 15 The Furniture Circuit Chapter 15 -- The Initiation Continued Preface - Author's Note: Nifty needs your donations! Please donate - http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html This story is ENTIRELY FICTIONAL...which means it is fiction and not real. Any resemblance to any real people is completely coincidental. This story takes place in a world in which non-consenting children under the age of 18 are interested in and physically capable of having sex like adults. In some cases the underage individuals in this story are used for sex without particular regard for their consent, although it is taken as a given that they enjoy it. This is not the real world we live in and the author in no way condones nor encourages acts that mirror the practices described in this entirely fictional story. Let me repeat...this story is fiction and in no way represents real-life activities, whether real or imagined. However, if you are of legal age and consenting adult...drop me a note. Perhaps you would like to go for a ride sometime! I love receiving email from readers about my stories - particularly if you enjoyed the story as much as I enjoyed writing it (and there were certainly many a spent load in the writing of these stories!). You can reach me at - maturetop4smooth@gmail.com And now... Chapter 15 - Initiation to the Club Young Rusty giggled as he listened to Mr. Smith sniff deeply at the crack of his dirty butt, thinking how funny the man's sudden interest in smelling his buttcrack was, and then he felt the mature pedophile push his face into the dampness that he had found there, clearly hungry to get deeper into the boy's dirty little bottom. Rusty decided to spill the beans... "Hey Mister...Richie shnuck into my bedroom this morning before soccer practice. He pulled down my pajamas bottoms as I shlept and put hish weiner in my butthole. He told me he left his sperms in there for you and Pops to find!", exclaimed Rusty with a giggle and excitement bordering on glee as he wiggled his tiny little boy butt in Smith's face. "Jimmy told me you like licking buttholes...and sniffing farts. How do you like my butt Mishter?" Smith nodded his head silently and grunted out a "huh-uh...mmmmmmMMMM...I love your butt son, and I'm going to get to know it real well" as Smith answered to the affirmative. And then Smith pulled his head back, hooking his thumbs at the elastic waistband, pulling out the boy's Spiderman underwear to take a peek inside, looking for...and finding...a small glob of creamy boy-spunk congealing in the boy's buttcrack and a thin coating glazing the young boy's loaded underpants ...evidence of his older brother's visit to his bed earlier this morning...a creamy smear coating a small brown boy racing strip streaking the boy's cotton underwear that Smith had predicted he would find there as if just for him. Smith couldn't stop himself if he wanted to as he pulled Rusty's underwear back up over the tops of the young boy's small creamy white boy-buns and pushed his face aggressively into the wetness of the boy's underwear covered buttcrack, starting a furious licking and sucking and biting at the young boy's thin dirty bottom...tasting and savoring the dank earthy flavors of Rusty's buttcrack through the cloth...a flavorful mix of Richie's boyseed mixed in with Rusty's dirty little buttcrack, dark musty flavors mingled together as he pushed his open mouth deeper between the boy's cheeks and sucked on the savory boy-juices that he found there in the young boy's small crack....sucking the wetness through the damp soggy seat of the young boy's blue Spiderman underpants. Rusty giggled and wiggled his thin butt for Smith and leaned forward as he pushed his hips back, spreading his butt open more for the hungry pedo. "Go ahead...shniff my butt Mishter...Jimmy said you like smelling buttholes and he was right! How does my butthole smell Mister?", asked Rusty as he wiggled his thin little butt in the boy-hungry man's face. "Delicious!", came Smith's muffled reply. "Simply delicious son. You must plan to stop by my basement after the next time your older brother visits you in bed. You can come straight over while he is at soccer practice and I will let you take a ride in my reclining chair. I know you will enjoy that!", offered Smith as he continued to sniff and inhale deeply through his nose, savoring the bouquet of Rusty's musty boy-butt smells....hoping the young boy would take him up on his invitation for future visits Smith decided that he was definitely going to talk young Rusty into leaving his soiled underwear behind when he leaves for home today...adding to his collection of dirty boy underwear souvenirs so that he could sniff and suck on them in remembrance of this moment. Rusty giggled again as he wiggled his butt more in the man's face and then clenched his little body, scrunching up his face as he clenched and contracted, pushing hard and trying to purposefully fart in the mature pedo's face. "Ppppphhhhhffffffffffssssshhhhttttttttt....phhhhhhfffttttsssshhhhhh", came a soft wet squishy sound from between the young boy's thin cheeks, the squishy sound of another of the young boy wet bubbly cum-farts. Smith suddenly died and was in boy-butt heaven as he inhaled the boy's fart through his nose and pressed his face deeper into the thin cotton cloth between the young boy's small thin buttcheeks, pushing open-mouthed into the boy's moist bottom and getting lost sucking on the flavorful soggy bottom of Rusty's underpants...sucking and sniffing and tasting the rich earthy flavors of Richie's creamy boy-spunk fresh from the young boy's dirty asscrack as he sucked out Rusty's older brother's sperm through the boy's soiled underwear and from Rusty's dirty little boy buttcrack. The boy's cum-fart smelled of recent boy-sex, making the mature pedo crave getting his experienced tongue on Rusty's tiny little puffy used rosebud. Wonderful!...thought the man...wonderful...maybe...just maybe young Rusty would turn out to be that special young butt-boy that he and his friends had desired and planned for...to be groomed and shared and passed around. Maybe Rusty would turn out to be that special little 8-year-old horn-dog butt-boy the man had been craving to groom and to master, a special young little boy who enjoys dirty butt play with his new Daddies. Smith reluctantly but purposefully used his big hands on Rusty's small hips to turn the boy around, saving the further deeper exploration of the child's sperm-filled buttcrack for later in his "Inspection". For now, Smith decided he would get the young boy rolling and fulfill the horny child's need for a quick batch of boy-tingles...and so the mature pedo first reached up to stroke and rub little Rusty's smooth belly and chest, savoring the creamy smoothness of boy-skin, and pinching lightly at the small dimpled little boy nipples that he found there as he adeptly pulled little Rusty's blue Spiderman underwear half-way down the boy's legs with his other hand, pulling the waistband out and over the little boy's hard spike to let it spring free in one quick motion, freeing it to stick straight out like a rigid little pencil-thin pink flagpole....a pale pink and white little spike with a small fold of pinkish-brown foreskin hooded over the boy's little cherry-red bell-end. The experienced pervert admired the eight year-old's pale little spike as it poked out straight from the child's smooth immature body...a perfect, pale little boy cocklet with a wrinkled nozzle of a hood and a small pearly bead of boy nectar glistening at the tip...so proud and so eager to experience more with his new Daddy thought the mature pedo. The young boy's hooded foreskin had not yet retracted and so the man watched fascinated as the smooth slitted helmet of the boy's reddish-pink glans peeked out and glistened from the tiny opening in the pale folds of the boy's foreskin hood...bouncing up and down slightly with each beat of the young boy's pounding heartbeat. Smith leaned forward and gave the tip of the child's beautiful little cocklet a first light little kiss with his lips, a first peck and then a lick...teasing the young boy by wiggling the pointed tip of his tongue inside the loose folds of the tiny opening to get at the sensitive tip and collect the tastes of boy and the clear viscous boy-honey on his tongue to taste and savor. Pausing briefly to savor the sweet salty taste, the man then pushed aggressively forward, engulfing the whole of little Rusty's 2 inch boy-spike into his warm sucking man-mouth, as Rusty bucked and hissed his approval...Smith took the whole of the boy's eager little pencil-thin dick down to the root, suckling it with his lips and tongue and then pushing deeper so that his tongue could poke out underneath to lick and lap at the loose sack of the boy's soft bag of skin and small immature marble-sized gonads that hung loosely under the boy's smooth body...lapping and licking at the child's immature testicles that were not even close yet to ripening with seed, licking and manipulating the boy's loose bag of hairless wrinkled skin with his tongue before eventually sucking it too into the velvety soft warmth of his man-mouth...sucking the young boy's cocklet and ballsack deep into his mouth. Mmmmmmmmm....delicious!...thought Smith as he savored the boy's flavors and scents on his tongue and in his nose. Rusty's smooth 2-inch dicklet and loose skin bag of boy-balls tasted of a hint of soap from last night's bath, mixed with the sweet tang of fresh boy-sweat and dank musk from this mornings physical exertions, and also perhaps a slight hint of boy sex and stale pee as the man tasted the dried remnants of Rusty's leaky dicklet and this morning's bladder relief on his tongue...savoring the smells and tastes of the young boy's cock and balls as if savoring a fine wine. Delicious! The man began aggressively sucking and rolling Rusty's little pencil-dick around with his tongue like a straw....rolling and licking and sucking on the sensitive pink glans of Rusty's small cockhead, sucking on the boy's foreskin as he licked and pulled and chewed lightly on the boy's smooth pink skin before he pushed the skin down with his tongue so that it retracted fully and gave his tongue full access to the smooth little helmet and sensitive frenulum underneath. Flicking a soft tongue on the sensitive underside of the exposed glans of the young child's immature penis got the response Smith was seeking...as the boy squealed and whimpered and convulsed and danced on his tippy-toes for the enjoyment of the mature pedo. Peeling the boy's pale thin foreskin back fully with experienced fingers and tongue, Smith exposed the child's smooth little cherry tip of boy cockhead, exposing the young boy's smooth glans as he began to lap and lick and suck on the small head of poor little Rusty's sensitive cocklet...peeling the boy's loose skin back to reveal a smooth glistening little fiery red bellend...juicy and ripe and red like a little cherry sitting proudly on the top of the pale, pencil-thin stalk of the boy's thin 2-inch shaft. The young boy squirmed and danced on his tippy-toes for the man...shuffling his feet and thin legs and bucking his hips instinctively, shivering and sighing and signaling his little boy-needs to the knowing man for his pending boygasm...communicating that unspoken need to the experienced and knowing pedo with the shivering of his little body. Rusty stiffened up tense, rising on his tippy-toes as he pressed hard down on Smith's unrelenting head with his hands...giving the man a squeak and a shiver and a tremble as he hit a crescendo and...BANG!...little Rusty's tingles hit him like a freight train as the boy's knees buckled a little under his weight...almost pulling his hard little boy-straw from Smith's mouth...but Smith wouldn't have that as he held onto the back of the boy's knees with both hands and the clamped down on the young boy's little spike firmly with his mouth, suckling on the shivering boy right through his dry cum...almost pulling out but not quite as Smith rode out the little boy's boygasm with the boy, suckling softly with a warm silky mouth, pulling the boy into him with strong hands on the boy's small butt, mindful of the growing sensitivity of the boy's small red angry bulb of cherry at the thin of the thin pale pulsing stalk...gently suckling the quaking little pencil-dick that would become very sensitive and very tingly post-boygasm. The young boy squeaked out a last squeal of delight and a soft grunt as his body stopped it's uncontrollable convulsive shakes... "Uuunnnggghhhhh...oh wow...wow...that was awesome Mister...thank you, thank you so much...that was a really good tingle! That was great! Can we do it again?". "Well now...very good Rusty", Smith feigned doubt but knew this was just the start, "...that just earns you one Lost Boys merit!...now let's see if there another one of those waiting for us as I continue my inspection...let's turn you around and get you comfortable for this next part of the inspection challenge", said Smith as he turned the boy around using his big hands on the boy's small thin hips...turning the boy away from him and so that he faced the Strapping Chair and could be bent forward over the padded armrest of Smith's latest furniture innovation. Smith then pressed a big man-hand on the center of Rusty's smooth back as he pulled on the boy's hip with his other hand, bending the boy forward at the hips... and bending him over the padded side arm of the Strapping Chair. Sniffing at the young boy smooth back and inhaling all sweaty boy and dirty boy-butt, admiring his earlier work on the young boy's soggy bottom, Smith began pushing his nose up into the big wet spot in the young boy's soggy underpants...getting another deep smell and taste of Richie's boy-sperm and a good deep sniff of young Rusty's dirty bottom as his eyes rolled back in his head...and then he began tugging slowly on the young 8 year-old's soggy blue Spiderman underwear, pulling them down over the soft cheeks of the boy's perfectly hairless bottom, pulling them about half-way down to reveal the tops of the child's perfect little smooth cherub-like pillows of flesh...so small and smooth and hairless and white. As the boy was bent forward by the man, his underpants came halfway down his cheeks, pulled slowly down by the determined hand of Smith as if he was unwrapping a special present and revealing the tops of the young boy's creamy smooth butt cheeks...and eventually revealing the wetness of the remaining glaze of creamy pale boy-sperm that was coating Rusty's young buttcrack as Smith savored the sights and smells of Rusty's tiny little creamed butt as it wafted up from between the boy's tiny cheeks, taking his time and spreading the young boy's buttcheeks open like a flower blooming before his eyes. "OK son...it's now time to continue that Inspection Challenge...and it's time to get you some more of those tingles I promised!", whispered Smith in a low tone as he slowly pushed his face forward into the young boy's bent over little butt, sniffing the pungent bouquet of little Rusty's cummy asscrack....a dark musty earthy scent that Smith craved, with hints of earthy nuttiness and all dirty boy-butt that he craved. Smith knew from experience that his face would soon be covered in a fragrant sheen of spent boy cum mixed with little Rusty's butt juices, a thick sheen of glaze on his lips and chin and cheeks to savor...glistening like a glazed doughnut...but he first wanted to get the boy used to a hungry man pressing his face between his boy-cheeks and then use his tongue on the boy's tiny little rectal opening to taste that creamy boy-filling on his tongue...and off course t eventually tickle that little pink ring muscle that he knew he would find anxiously waiting there. Meanwhile....not 10 yards away in a dark corner of Smith's basement...the other three Lost Boys inductees sat on their short stools in front of a black curtain that hung from ceiling to floor, wondering what the next challenge was in store for them. Shortly after taking their seat, three semi-erect man-cocks slowly appeared in the holes in the curtain as the boys each were presented face-to-face with a dangling man-cock as it slowly poked through and appeared through the curtain. After the boys had rushed over and settled into each of their short stools, the three horny men who had been so patient, waiting so eagerly for this moment...and now they slowly pushed their half-hard and dangling pedo cocks through the holes in the black curtain and presented their chubby leaking members to the earnest Lost Boys inductees. Initially, the boys were not quite sure what to do, particularly Eddie and Richie as they were being introduced to sucking man-cock for the first time...and so Jimmy, as the more experienced of the three, leaned forward and took a deep inhale through his nose, savoring the manly scent of Daddy cock. Jimmy also closely examined the cock in front of him as he had been taught, quickly recognizing who this cock's owner was (...his bearded Daddy!) and so he confidently made the first move as he reached up with his small hands...at first softly petting the smooth skin of his Daddy's stiffening shaft as if it was a foot-long Dachshund weiner dog to be petted, and then he became emboldened and took hold of the big tube of engorged man-flesh with his small boy-hands as it hung down directly in front of his face...looking over at his two friends with a knowing look of pride, as Jimmy poked his small tongue out and he began to slowly lick his way up the long shaft as it pulsed and started to grow longer and harder in his hands. Smith's well-hung bearded friend had made sure to align himself with the hole directly in front of his new bestest butt-boy Jimmy, wanting to continue his bonding and grooming of the boy, and to further bond the eager youngster to his very large phallus by feeding him thick cock and filling the boy's belly with his copious 5-day pent-up load of man-seed that he was carryong around in his congested and swollen nuts. Jimmy was so happy to see the telltale size and shape of his new bearded Daddy's cock as the large semi-hard cock poked through the hole in the curtain...the boy smiled to himself because he was so happy for the opportunity to serve this beautiful 11+ inches of steely man-cock and service his new Daddy's carnal needs. Jimmy's small hands encircled the bearded man's growing cock, barely fitting around the girth of it, and slowly stroked the loose foreskin back and forth...stroking his man's thick skin back and forth and showing Eddie and Richie what to do next. Jimmy leaned in, burying his face in the bearded man's hardening crotch, pushing his nose deeper into the man's big sperm-congested nuts darting his tongue out to lick lightly at the man's swollen fruits and inhaling deeply through his nose...inhaling the musky scent of horny man...HIS horny Daddy and savoring that smell as Jimmy shivered and visibly relaxed as his brain released a wave of endorphins triggered by the heady smell of the man's musky genitals. Jimmy was now hooked on the dark testosterone fueled smells of horny man crotch...combined with the anticipation of his service to Daddy that would accompany it...hooked now to a life of forever service to his Daddy... and for a life of dedicated cocksucking. The other two boys watched carefully and then took their cues and reached up to hold the hardening man-rods sticking out in front of each of their respective faces...tentatively holding the warm tubes of manflesh as they each started to harden and point straight out because of the young boys' tentative light touches. Eddie was facing off with Coach's slim 7 incher, so smooth and thin with a big fat mushroom shaped head that would slide nicely down the latino boy's stretched throat after some coaching....leaving Richie to contemplate his next move, deciding it was time to experience sucking cock for the first time with Pops...sucking the experienced pedo who had a long-history of coaching young boys through the uncertainties of giving their first blowjobs. Coach was leaking a prodigious amount of clear viscous man-juice from the slit in the tip of his plump angry purplish-red glans, and Eddie was eager to taste the man's sticky honey, and so he wrapped his small hands around the base of the man's stiffening shaft and squeezed...filling Coach's cock with blood and squeezing out more man-juice like a natural cocksucker...just as the boy leaned in to flick the tip of his small boy-tongue at the smooth helmet like a pro...flicking and licking and now lapping at the sticky man-juice as it collected and dripped a long viscous drip from the slit in Coach's smooth mushroom-shaped cockhead, dripping and still connected to the young boy's wet slippery tongue in a long rope of the man's seminal fluids. Eddie opened his mouth wider and started experimenting with taking Coach's fat mushroom head into his small mouth...barely fitting it in and stretching his thin lips, trying his best not to scrape the sensitive cockhead with his teeth....wrapping the man's cockhead in a silky warm butter feeling. A deep sigh and low guttural moan emitted from behind the curtain as Eddie's small warm wet mouth wrapped around Coach's cockhead, and then a large hand appeared silently from another hole in the curtain...a man's hand that reached out to grab hold of the back of the inexperienced cocksucker's head...holding and guiding the boy forward to encourage the boy to take more of his cock into that warm, velvety smooth boy-mouth that he craved. "MMMMMMMmmmmmmmm...", groaned Coach as Eddie used his inexperienced tongue to dart out and lick at the man's now-steely shaft as more of Coach's cock disappeared into the stretched open mouth of his young star soccer player. Coach was thinking of how great the young Latino boy's mouth felt...like warm butter as the eager boy engulfed the first three inches of his hard cock. This boy was certainly going to be a very good cocksucker once he got some extended practice time and some experienced coaching from he and his perverted friends, thought Coach. Richie made a face when first presented with a Pops' fat cock...first sniffing tentatively at it like Jimmy did, but then the young boy slowly warmed to the idea that he might as well check it out and see what giving a blowjob was like. Who knows...it might become a handy skill some day. Richie reached up and tentatively gave Pops's fat cock a squeeze...engorging the man's half hard cock and making the head swell until it started to push through the man's thick hooded foreskin. Richie sniffed again at the man's growing cock and then stuck out his tongue and started licking the old pedo's fat purplish head...savoring a dank, manly taste and wondering about the musky smells of the man's crotch. The boy's small pointed tongue began licking around the fat purplish head like it was his favorite flavor of ice cream cone. Soon...the boy's thin lips were stretched taut around Pops's fat cockhead as he was getting lost in his surprising new found love for sucking a man's cock. These energetic young boy's were clearly well on their way to earning their Lost Boys cocksuckers merit badges....a merit badge reward that would be accompanied by a face-full and/or a belly full of Daddy semen. Meanwhile, across the room, Mr. Smith was relying on his vast experience and knowledge for how to properly unwrap an eager young butt-boy's tight little novice asshole, and by all accounts so far, it seemed like Pops was doing a marvelous job of grooming and preparing young Rusty's little 8 year-old bottom for the kind of attention that Smith and his friends liked to give his boy bottoms. Smith started his favorite butt-opening process by pressing the boy's thin hairless cheeks apart and blowing lightly on the dank wetness within the young boy's tiny asscrack and onto his little pink puckered creamy rosebud...causing it to flex and wink..and then visibly relax for the man as goosebumps piled up on young Rusty's smooth skin and the boy danced up on his tiptoes, wiggling his butt and squealing softly for the man in little piggy delight. Then the man stuck his long thick tongue out and let it rest softly in the boy's fragrant asscrack, slowly wiggling it around to lap up and down, savoring the smells and flavors and the creamy smoothness of the boy's slicked up crack, and then he began a long slow lapping...slowly moving up and down with his long meaty tongue, collecting some of young Richie's spent boyass-flavored boy-cum on his tongue to taste and savor...slowly wiggling the tip of his tongue deeper until the hardened pointed tip of his tongue found and teased Rusty's swollen little winking rosebud, poking and tickling at the young boy's most sensitive flesh...causing little Rusty to sigh and tremble and push his hips back instinctively to unwrap his asshole as a gift to his new Daddy...a natural and clearly instinctive (not taught) reaction as the young boy eagerly and obediently worked harder to spread his smooth little asscheeks apart for his new Daddy. Smith used the pointed tip of his experienced tongue to wriggle and squirm deeper, beginning to tickle and toy with the young boy's tiny little puckered anus...licking and tickling the sensitive swollen flesh of the young boy's swollen rim muscle as he listened to the eight year-old's soft sighs and whimpers of delight and lust...such an eager little butt-boy! thought Smith. Smith pulled back to get a good view of the boy's tiny little winking star...that young boy-hole he was just now starting to get deeply acquainted with for the first time...pulling back and then putting his big man hands on little Rusty's creamy white buttcheeks, covering them up completely and then slowly and forcefully pushing them apart to stretch the boy's crack open, pushing on that impossibly small boy-butt as it spread before him...admiring the pink hairless crack and a wrinkled little winking pink pucker contrasting so nicely against the white alabaster mounds of the young boy's cheeks...stretched apart and manhandled by Daddy for the first of many times...a tiny little pink puckered ring that was pulsing and winking for the mature pedo...the man was showing off Rusty's puffy and swollen asslips, still puffy and swollen from having been stretched open by his older brother's vigorous rabbit-fucking just a few hours ago. A small dribble of Richie's spent boy-sperm showed itself on Rusty's asslips as the young boy pushed out again for his new Daddy...trying to fart on-demand like Jimmy told him that his new Daddy would like. Such a beautiful little creamy winky pop for the man to kiss and lick and suckle on! Smith looked forward to the day when young Rusty would take a first ride in Smith's reclining chair, but first things first as Smith couldn't hold back and he aggressively dove his face forward...determined to get his hungry mouth and muscular tongue on that tight little rosebud...determined to lap and lick and suckle at it until he could get the little boy's tiny little buttflower to blossom open fully for the man. Soon Smith's long muscular tongue became quick as a rabbit... lapping and licking vigorously at the young boy's puffy little sensitive gateway...pushing his tongue fully out to rub the long wet muscle over the tiny pouting bud of the child's sensitive ring...giving lovingly long slow wet licks, so wet and slippery, lapping and coaxing the young boy's tiny anal pucker to quiver and flex for him, to wink in a tight clench and, eventually, to relax fully and eventually wink open to let his new Daddy explore deeper inside the gripping tightness of the warm sleeve of the young boy's warm man-boy love tunnel. But despite his best efforts of pushing his face deeper in between the boy's smooth thin boy-cheeks in this position, and so Mr. Smith couldn't quite fully get at the boy's tight little ring to his full satisfaction, not by bending the smooth young boy over and pulling apart his small buttcheeks like this. The 8 year-old's hips were too slim and his buttcrack was simply too small and too tight to accommodate an adult face from this angle, no matter how deep the man pushed his face forwards or tried to spread the boy's small cheeks apart for better access. And so Smith made the spur of the moment decision to get the boy into a new position, one that would give him better access to the tight hole between the young boy's small tight cheeks...and for the first time put his new Strapping Chair to the good perverted use that it was designed for. Smith pulled back and stood young Rusty up, turning him around with a big hand on his slim hips as he slowly pulled down the young boy's wet soggy dirty underwear the rest of the way and set them aside, to be collected and saved in a plastic bag for later, as he guided the boy around the armrest and, reaching under the boy's armpits to lift him up light as a feather... "Now be a good boy and scooch up into this big chair for your Daddy...I want to continue my full Lost Boys inspection and get you some more tingle merits." whispered Smith as he lifted young Rusty up and onto the seat of the Strapping Chair so the young boy could push his bare little bottom back over the smooth leather and take a seat and lay back deeper in the chair. The chair had a large seat and the backrest was reclined, and the young boy was so small that the man easily could push him back in the seat and still get the young boy to lie back on his back fully on the seat of the chair so that he could lift the boy's spindly legs up and back over the boy's head to the man's satisfaction. Smith pulled out the restraining straps from back behind each armrest and placed the padded wrist restraints around the young boy's wrists and back up and over his head so that his arms were pulled taught up over his head and exposing the alabaster smooth skin of his underarms. Smith couldn't help himself as he pushed his nose into Rusty's smooth musty armpit and took a deep sniff and several licks of the young boy's pale white skin. Rusty squirmed at the new sensation of having a man licking his armpits. Smith took note and decided that in another session Smith would tie the boy down and give the boy an aggressive armpit licking. Smith gripped the boy by the ankles and lifted the boy's thin smooth legs up, lifting them up and back, kissing his way slowly up the deliciously smooth goose-bumped thighs of the young boy's spindly legs, kissing and licking until he reached the young boy's small feet...as he kissed and licked and sucked on the boy-toes, licking the arches before pushing them back up and over the boy's head until young Rusty's ankles were up around his ears...doubling the giggling boy over as he tickled Rusty's thin ribs ever so lightly in the process. Smith made a mental note on how ticklish Rusty was to his touch...committing himself to a prolonged tickling/fucking session with the boy, hopefully some day soon. But right now Smith had the scent of boypussy in his nose and he needed to get at it...badly! Smith the pulled out the other restraining straps and got the padded ends around the boy's feet and pulled them up around Rusty's upturned legs...savoring the smoothness of the boy's silky thighs as he placed the padded restraints around the back young boy's thin knobby knees and then began to tighten and cinch them in back...pulling the boy's coltish legs back and fully, and impossibly apart, pulling them tightly to effectively double the young child over, cinched up nice and tight and pulling his legs as far up and back behind his head as they would go. The net effect was that young Rusty was now trussed up in the Strapping Chair, bent up and doubled-over with his small pale-white boy-butt held up off the chair seat and split wide open like a small white melon split open to show the pinkish-reddish flesh inside, as the young boy's smooth butt mounds now spread fully open for the man to give full and easy access to the mature pedo. Once all the restraints were properly applied, Smith sat back on his haunches to enjoy the sights (and smells) that his handiwork had produced...enjoying the view of the smooth pale skinny youngster trussed up and splayed out and ready...quivering with young-boy shivers and goosebumps running along the young boy's thighs and buttcheeks...with a ripe, ready juicy pink cherry asshole in the middle...winking for the man and readying itself for the plucking. Smith reminded himself that he had promised Pops the first crack at fucking young little Rusty's eight-year old ass today...but doubt began to creep in his mind as he knew that once he got started and the scent of boypussy had inflamed his brain, he probably wouldn't be able to stop himself until he planted his seed in young Rusty's infertile guts. Fuck Pops anyway...it would be better for him if Smith did fuck the young boy first so that he could use his cum as lube for that short fat stubby cock of his. Otherwise that old man's fat cock might split the young boy's hole wide open. To be continued...