The Pervert And The Virgin – Part Two

My thanks to those readers who took the trouble to offer their encouragement. To save some readers time I would like to mention there is not much in the way of love scenes in this part of the story just some solo sex and a cursory quickie. I think you'll find this part enjoyable nonetheless. There may be in later parts if reader feedback is encouraging. I have started working on part three.

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“I know what you like about some of the other guys. What did you like about me?” he asked as we rode the elevator to apartment 1503.

“Your ass. Nice shorts to show it off as well,” I said reaching behind him to give it a squeeze.

“Cute enough to fuck?”

“Amongst other things,” I replied still groping his ass.

“Other things? Like spanking?”

“That's one of them,” I said deliberately making him ask questions to keep him distracted from my hand on his ass.

“What else?” he asked as we stepped out of the elevator.

“Eating it and eating food off it are two of my other favorites. Dry humping is sometimes a good place to start if you don't want to plunge too deeply into honesty right away. Of course such cowardice deserves a spanking or two before I rub myself against you.”

“Where's the furniture?” he asked when we entered my apartment.

“Full of questions, aren't you?” I responded dropping my keys on the table alongside the door. “Open spaces and clean lines have always appealed to me. Always been what they call a minimalist except when it comes to young flesh. Besides the more open it is the easier it is to have sex.”

Although sparsely furnished what items there were all lended themselves to being used for comfortable sex. The couch was a large L-shape with both sides being long enough for me to comfortably mount somebody. In front of the couch was a sturdy, low coffee table that positioned any ass at the perfect spanking height. Naturally this just happened to be the perfect height to fuck said freshly spanked ass.

The large TV was safe from harm on the wall which also housed the gas fireplace. A surprisingly large number of my lovers loved it when I hooked up a video recorder to the TV. Bent over the table they were face-to-face with themselves in the throes of passion. The surround sound made it possible to hear even the softest sigh. Naturally I assured them I wouldn't keep a copy of the video but somehow deleting it was something I never got around to doing. My illicit video library was smaller than I'd like at the present. Fortunately my taste in young partners had taught me to be patient and to savor what was shared with me.

My main living space was open plan which was another reason for choosing an L-shaped couch. This helped divide the dining area from the living room area. The large, heavy wooden dining table had only just fit into the elevator. Although the cost of the table plus the extra trip for the guys lugging up to my apartment had made me wince at first I soon changed my mind the moment I laid a naked boy on it to be my serving platter. After the meal was finished I'd got onto the table and taken him from behind. Despite the frenzied fucking we'd indulged in the table hadn't moved at all.

What made the room look unfinished was the lack of personal items or pictures on the wall. Far better I believed to watch the play of natural light filtered through the curtains on the walls than a picture. Besides my favorite pictures were hardly the ones I could hang for others to see. Yes, mom, that cute brown haired lad with my cock stretching his ass was my first young boy. That's Joey, my second, over there above the fireplace with my cum trickling from his mouth and nose. I've told you before Joey is blond and Sam has that birthmark on the top of his right buttock. A Thanksgiving with such pictures would be one the family would never forget. Maybe I ought to do a special Thanksgiving for the kids. I might get to bang a nephew or two.

Right now though it was about seeing how much of a plunge into honesty this brave lad was going to take. Thankfully the three bedrooms were upstairs in a large loft area. Almost an entire second floor really but it did overlook the living space. I'd expanded the smaller half-bathroom on the entrance level into a full bathroom. A couple of my young lovers had never seen the upstairs area. Following my companion's gaze I knew he wouldn't be happy until he'd explored all of the apartment. No doubt he was buying time before giving himself up to what we both wanted.

“Are the bedrooms upstairs?” he finally asked.

“Yes, there are three of the, another bathroom and a small reading area. I use one of the bedrooms as a guest room and office. Another bedroom has been converted into a playroom but looks like a meditation room most of the time. The third is obviously the center of my lair where I indulge in long bouts of boy fucking.”

“Sounds like you're being dishonest as well.” he said revealing a fine brain lurking behind his cute exterior.

“The playroom in disguise you mean?” I asked. “Well, I disagree. You see I'm an artist who meditates before doing any painting or sculpture so it is a meditation space. Also I enjoy worshiping the God-aspect inside others through sex. Can you think of a better altar than a smooth body laid out with garlands and candles?”

“Body.” he said once again revealing his sharp mind. “You said body instead of boy. Does this mean you also like girls?”

“Yes, if they are young like you. Sometimes I bring a college girl over for dinner with my neighbors. This helps put their mind at ease. You see being honest is an internal state. 'To thine own self be true'. Honesty needs to be tempered with respect for the society you live in. So I put the neighbors at ease by letting them see me with a college girl who happens to be seen leaving the next morning.

Thankfully my neighbors have never asked me about my sexual orientation. They have assumed I am straight and we are all at peace living with this assumption. There is nothing to be gained by disturbing their peace of mind.

Now why don't you lead the way upstairs? I know you won't be satisfied without seeing all of this monster's lair.”

“OK,” he said and quickly started up the spiral staircase. I allowed him to get just far enough ahead to put his cute ass at eye level. A couple of times I nearly gave in to the urge to lean forward and sink my teeth into a cute ass cheek. Better to wait and enjoy his conscious surrender to me. I loved those moments when my young lover would push their pants down knowing exactly what was about to follow.

“Why don't you have any of your art on the walls?” he asked glancing at more bare walls in the office.

“The art I do is for selling and I keep my work separate from my living space. I rent a small space a couple of blocks from here. This gets me out of the apartment and forces me to interact with regular people. Can you think of another reason for getting a separate work space?”

“You have another place to take people for sex.” he said after thinking about it for a few minutes.

“Yes. The people I use as fillers between boys seldom come around here. Instead we just have quickies at the art studio.”

“Will you take me to your studio one day, please? I'd like to see your art.”

“Certainly. I will also take you to the gallery where they are displaying my work if you want.”

“Cool. Where is your bedroom?”

I led him to the master bedroom making a mental note of the fact he was saving the play room for last. The austerity of most of the apartment ensured the luxury of my bedroom always came as a surprise when people first saw it. The four-poster bed was large with a thick mattress and a multitude of pillows in various sizes. Supporting all of this sensual softness was a very sturdy wooden frame. Together these differing aspects created the impression that you were literally throwing yourself into the mouth of a monster which I hoped they were. You could easily imagine that once you were in the bed there was no getting out.

Drawers beneath the bed housed a variety of sex toys, candles, bed linens and enough silk scarves for me to create a web for securely keeping my guest quite helpless. Because most of my lovers were so young and slight of frame it required a lot of silk scarves to reach from their limbs to the bed posts. Well aware of how small in build my lovers would be I'd had a custom head board made with slats I could feed a scarf through. A smaller replica of the head board was made for the foot of the bed. This allowed me more variety in positions while keeping my lover tied up and would come in useful when I finally got to enjoy a threesome with two boys. Eight limbs would make the four posts a little crowded.

A long, sleek dresser ran the length of one wall. I often set a row of candles and a vase of fresh flowers on top when entertaining guests. On the wall at the foot of the bed was another flat screen TV. Smaller than the downstairs one it was still large enough to show quite clearly what was taking place out of their field of vision. They would be transfixed at the sight of their ass being penetrated by vegetable or toy or my cock. Above the headboard there was a mirror the exact size of the TV so they could watch as I brought a cane down across their ass. I'd pause to let a welt or two rise obscenely huge on the screen.

There was a door to the bathroom in my bedroom. The bathroom could be entered in the passageway as well. Both shower and bath were large enough to accommodate two adults or, as I hoped, one adult and two teens. Absently reaching out to touch a thick towel my guest was startled to discover the towels were hung on a towel warmer. Wherever there was the likelihood of me getting wet I insisted there be towels within arms length. This meant there were three racks of towels in the bathroom. Soaps, powders and bath oils were also present in abundance. When it came to taking care of mine or my lover's body I spared no expense and absolutely reveled in sensuality.

Where the bedroom and bathroom were my retreats the meditation room was where I found healing. The brutal honesty that permeated my personal philosophy of life often brought me face-to-face with the emptiness within me. I'd work on it through meditation and therapy for as long as I could bear it before distracting myself with a young lover. Sometimes it was necessary to purchase this companionship. I doubted I'd ever reach the point where the desire for young teens would go away. These lovers lacked the innocence I cherished in the boys from the park but I knew with them I would be able to lose myself in all the kinky sex I desired.

A few feet from the wall, on three sides, were tautly stretched pieces of fabric. The created a soft walled off smaller space within the room where I meditated. My altar was placed against the open end. A low bench upon which I currently had my religious icons, pictures, candles and incense burners. On the wall above was a scroll with “May all Beings be free” embroidered on it. Naturally I couldn't help imagining my guest lying naked on the bench with candles placed on his back, butt and legs.

“How can you play in such a small space?” he asked.

“You will notice the material is clipped to rings in the floor. When I wish to play all I do is release them and clip them to rings on the walls instead. Take a walk behind them.” I suggested while remaining at the door.

“Oh, wow,” he gasped just as I had expected. “Can I open them?”

The first comment had been in response to seeing racks of spreader bars, crops and canes on the walls. He was asking if he could have a look inside the two wardrobes positioned between the racks of pain.

“Go ahead,” I told him pretty certain of his response.

“You use these on boys from the park?” he asked softly a minute later. I could see his silhouette through the material as he stood in front of the open wardrobe.

“Yes, I do.” I replied as I walked over to stand behind him.

We both gazed at the items inside in silence. Him imagining how it would be to be on the receiving end. Me remembering times when I had used a particular item. In front of us on the back of the wardrobe I'd hung a variety of paddles. There were wooden ones and leather ones. Some had holes in them and were in all different sizes.

“Sometimes I'll go to the park with the smaller ones in my jacket pocket,” I said softly. “Usually when the weather is lousy so there are few people about. Then I'd look for a cute ass to spank in the public toilet.”

“There are boys there who like that sort of thing?”

“One or two. Most of them like the idea of making a quick $10. I spank their bare asses and jerk off onto them. Then I slip $10 into their back pocket on my way out.”

He was tentatively touching the gags and restraints hanging on the inside of the doors. This is where I had the manacles and blindfolds hanging as well. After a few minutes he closed the door and we went over to the second wardrobe. This one had more of the same set of toys but also had my stash of body chocolate, massage oils, feathers, lubricants and condoms. I almost never used condoms but sometimes enjoyed seeing how much I could milk from my lover over prolonged bouts of sex. Sometimes I'd have them chat online with somebody and jerk off into a condom. Networking a couple of computers together with a little spyware allowed me to play voyeur to the chat.

I showed him how quickly the room could be transformed. The hanging plants could be taken down in seconds and spreader bars or manacles attached to the rings they hung from. Lifting up the rug and draping it over a specially made frame revealed rings set into the floor that allowed my lover's feet to be secured. Folding chairs and stepladders could be brought out of the closet for boys to bend over or be secured to for other torture.

“What are those boards with the holes in at the back?” he asked as I was about to close the closet.

“They are stocks I either suspend from the ceiling or secure to the floor.”

“What are stocks?”

“You've most probably seen them at Medieval fairs or in movies. Where somebody who has done something wrong is secured and people throw rotting food or other nasty stuff at them.”

“Yes, I remember but they usually had a post in the middle holding the crosspiece up.”

“Rather than mess around with another bulky piece of wood I simply use wire cables to hold them in place. You can get them to stay pretty still if you tie them at the top and bottom. When the cables are pulled tight there is very little movement.”

“These are too small for even my head,” he said taking a small board with a single hole in the center off the wall.

“Big enough for your genitals though.”

My comment almost caused him to drop the board in surprise. His eyes grew very wide as he tried to imagine how it worked.

“The board fits across the back of your thighs and your balls are pulled down through the hole.”

“Why?” he asked still confused.

“Think about what happens to your balls when you jerk off.”

“They rise up.”

“Exactly. Now lets go get something to drink. I'm really thirsty.”

“I still don't understand about the stock.” he said when we were in the kitchen.

“You will just have to experience it one day. I won't spoil the experience for you. What do you think of your classroom?”

“Sexy.” he replied tucking his feet beneath him on the couch. “I like it.”

“Do you want your first lesson today?”

“No, it is time for me to think about going home before Mom gets worried. Can we do it tomorrow afternoon?”

“Sure. This will also give you time to decide how much honesty you are ready for at your first lesson. Do you want to meet at the park?”

“Would it be OK if I just came here?”

“No problem. What would you like for lunch?”

“Lunch?”

“You are coming here right after school. I imagine you'll be hungry. What's your favorite lunch?”

“Burgers but you don't have to go to all that trouble. A sandwich will be fine.”

“Burgers it is. Chess and bacon burgers with fries are my favorite. OK with you?”

“Yes, thank you.”

Showing him the entrance from the parking for the apartments and how to enter the code was my excuse for riding the elevator down with him. Even though there were to other people in the elevator I still fondled his ass. He leaned in against me and smiled up at me while I groped him. The electronic lock had been my suggestion when other tenants had voiced concerns about how easy it was for people to get past a regular lock. I'd volunteered to pay for it and to make it easy for them to remember I told them the code would be my apartment number. No need for them to know it made it easy for my lovers to remember as well.

“You could have told me this upstairs,” he said after a couple of trial runs.

“Yes but I'd have missed the opportunity to grope your ass and give you a good bye kiss,” I told him as I leaned forward and kissed him on the cheek. “Be certain you are clear about your lesson plan when you arrive. Leave it up to me and we'll go from a kiss on the cheek today to you being fucked tomorrow.”

“I'll give it plenty of thought,” he promised. “Thanks for the soda. Bye.”

“Bye,” I said watching him walk away.

Never claim somebody's virginity until you have your cock buried inside them is my motto. Nevertheless when a potential new lover enters this monster's lair there is a ritual I perform. The ritual is designed to help me remember always to be gentle when I know it is my lover's first time. After they have gotten used to being penetrated then things can get a little more forceful but I choose to make the first time as pain free as I possibly can. Obviously this excludes those rare lovers who's deflowering was preceded by a spanking.

The ritual involves a squirting dildo of considerable girth and length. Certainly not anywhere close to being the biggest it is nonetheless well above average. Especially when you consider how long the pause between virgins entering my lair can be. Laying out a square of silk cloth on the bed I chose two other smaller dildos to set alongside the one I fondly called “Reminder”. All of my play with him had gotten me quite hard so I lay down on my bed with a nice erection.

The smallest dildo slid in quite easily. I wanted to let my ass and mind know it was time to get ready. A small dildo also helped get plenty of lube smeared around and inside my ass as I slowly worked it in all directions. After about ten minutes of gentle torture I laid it aside.

Oh, god, the second one felt good. This dildo was only a shade bigger than the average length and girth of a grown man's cock. The sort of cock you could enjoy without being afraid of being pushed past your comfort zone. When I was simply seeking variation in my masturbatory play this is the one I'd turn to to get me off. Feeling my orgasm rising up in eager response to the toy I forced myself to set it aside. Ready or not this was my signal to switch to the reminder.

On my way to the bedroom I had collected the bottle of fake cum from the fridge so Reminder was primed to make its usual mess. Rolling onto my side I glanced at the TV screen. The urge to look away as the huge dildo gently kissed my hole was strong. Resolutely I kept my gaze on the large vision on the screen. Slowly was the only way to go with such a beast. Locking my gaze on the screen I pressed the head into me.

Breathe, breathe, breathe I silently reminded myself while I held the dildo motionless. My body set the pace when it came to working the rest into me. I never knew how long it would take because it all depended on my mood and how supple my body was feeling. Some pain was unavoidable no matter how gently I went ahead with my self-inflicted fucking. Hence the name Reminder.

When I had first begun to use Reminder it had taken four weeks of daily use to get the entire dildo inside me. This was after months of working with other dildos and butt plugs. Tears had flowed freely down my cheeks for two weeks. The rewards had been an increase in my ability to focus through pain and a greater sensitivity to what my body was telling me. All I remember from the first orgasm I experienced impaled by its full length from an incredible pleasure rushing through me; the first huge jets of cum erupting from my cock and sweet, merciful oblivion as I passed out.

Another inch. Stretch. Inch. Stretch. Gasp. Two more inches. Gritting my teeth. Sensing from the fullness about two thirds of it was inside me. Pause to breathe deeply. Willing myself to relax around the invader. One last thrust followed by a triumphant bellowing curse. Done!

Now the fucking started. Drawing it down and outward I felt the usual queasiness as it felt as if my gut were being sucked down into the vacuum created by Reminder sliding out. No matter how painful the sense of loss was acute. Sliding it back up into me quickly eased the ache. Settling into a measured rhythm the fucking became a steady in-and-out motion guided by my breathing.

Over the hurdle of taking Reminder into me I was finally able to turn my thoughts to him. The first sight of his cute ass in those sweat-drenched clinging shorts. The tingling and pleasant surprise as he had placed his hand in mine. The electricity as I laid my hand on his ass for the first time in the elevator. The kissing of his cheek as we said good bye. Wonderful memories to ease the pain of my fucking.

Then my thoughts turned from reality to fantasy. Sensitive to my desire for him Reminder increased his pace. The image of him naked and on his knees before me with my hands roughly holding is head against my groin so he chocked on my load soon replaced with the delicious sight of my cock sliding in and out of his ass as he lay on his back gazing up at me. Fucking him harder, faster and deeper until he was writhing on the bed with his head shaking from side to side. So fucking tight. His ass crushing me in its grip. Squeezing the life out me.

Now! Do it now! No more, please! My body begging for relief. Please, please, please call an end to it – for now! Reaching behind me I squeezed Reminders balls frantically. Fully focused on my fantasy fuck I felt the jets of Reminder spattering my insides even as I did the same to him. Close and getting closer the darkness rose up. Determined to keep the darkness from claiming me again I took my unfocussed gaze off the screen I resolutely watched my cock as it twitched in my hand. Spewing jets of cum all over my torso as I sought out the feelings of pleasure mingling with the painful aftermath of my Reminder fuck. Undoubtedly bruised I smiled weakly at my triumph over the darkness. I wanted to remember everything where he was concerned.

Sweat stained, cum soaked and a little bloody down there I just lay motionless on the bed. Staring into space I waited for myself to come back to the room. This was the hardest fuck I'd ever received from Reminder. A testament to just how much I desired him. A warning of the intense hurt I'd experience if he disappointed me by stopping short of letting me fuck him. Far too sore to do anything I lay there wallowing unresistingly as these different feelings washed over me. Glancing down I noticed I had become erect again while lying there idly thinking of him. Before fear paid me a visit I got myself moving towards the door that led from my bedroom into the bathroom.

A good bottle of wine, Italian take-out and candles covered my coffee table an hour after my lengthy shower. Watching some TV in my robe was usually all I felt up to after a Reminder session. The same wine, lasagna with a Caesar salad, garlic bread and tiramisu for dessert had become part of the ritual. The food helped bring me back to my present reality. Fuck I was still so horny but I wasn't ready to face another orgasm no matter how much lighter in comparison. Maybe in a couple of hours I'd be up to it.

Curiosity got the better of me an hour later. Are you still awake? I texted. Yes. Taking out the trash? Mom would like that, wouldn't she? Her and me both. I won't have much time. Don't need much time. Oh, lasagna and tiramisu? Yes. Unusual – he must be a special one. Don't remind me. See you in five :-)

The cool night air felt pleasant against my naked body as I stood with my jogging shorts around my ankles. Sneakers being the only other item of clothing I was wearing while I fucked him. A tight bubble butt thrust back at me for my fucking pleasure while the rest of him was braced against the dumpster. Holding his hips I thrust resolutely to my orgasm while his incidental eruption splattered against the side of the dumpster. We kissed and groped in the elevator. He left me to continue upwards to my apartment.

The text message waiting for me when I got home red “May I humbly request permission to join you and him?” He will cost extra. Of course, twice the usual, twice as horny and twice as kinky. Does such prey exist? New tenants and twins. Aged right? Perfectly and ripe for the cherry picking, trust me. I do because you know what happens if you are wrong. Shudder, I do. Final say up to him but you have bought me. Thanks and thanks for tonight. You're welcome. Need a spanking soon – two weeks tomorrow without :-( He visits tomorrow afternoon and will see how it goes. Text me, I'll be ready.