Style
: Contemporary
Codes:
(m/bbb - oral, anal)
Part 3
In the work studio, Mr. Robson slouched
over his work in his dirty smock, resuming a paint job. Meanwhile, Jacob ran
in circles around the many full body plaster casts. The ten-year-old boy felt
at ease there. The other rooms of the house were decorated in a Zen-like
style. The sleek furniture looked expensive. He didn't want to scratch it by
accident.
Beyond the moulding area, the shelves were loaded
with rolls of fabric and creepy doll parts: eyes, hair and teeth. This is
where Jacob discovered a cardboard box filled with dildos.
"What are these for?" He
burst out laughing.
Robson glimpsed at his young friend clutching a
limp jelly prick.
"Sex toys. I make those too."
He chose to be honest. "Some people like to stick them up their butts."
"Oh." Jacob said, weighing
the different sized cocks, speculating on how painful it would be to have it
back there.
"Why do they do that?"
"For stimulation." The man
responded. "Sex rules the world. Well, money too. If you can't have
either than you end up with religion." He pursued, fishing out a
miniature Snickers from his coat pocket.
"But for a kid your age, it's all
about fun and candy, right?"
The blond boy nodded, snatching the chocolate bar. He
unwrapped it and spoke with his mouth full.
"What's the sex
machine?"
"Tyrell told you about that, uh?"
"Yes."
"Mmm. Well, it's an interpreter
of the fantasies currently hidden in your unconscious. It's not for
kids."
"Tyrell's been in it." Jacob
contested the argument, dumbfounding the man for an instant.
"Tell you what. I'll let you try
the sex machine if you agree to model for me..." Mr. Robson countered.
The boy bowed his head, lost in his thoughts.
"Will my mom ever find out I
became a doll?"
"Nope." Robson said. "Unless
she surfs the net for sex toys..."
Jacob thought about it, assessing his level of
comfort. "Okay then. I'll do it!" He exalted.
"That's the spirit." Mr.
Robson smiled. "They are many lonely men out there who are troubled by social interactions. You will make them happy. I'm sure they
will enjoy your company very much. Now, let's go see that machine."
He clutched the kid's shoulders and steered him to
the back of the house.
"Over here, in the garage. This
is it. The big box." He said.
The sex machine was similar to a photo booth.
Instead of a curtain to protect privacy, there was a door. Robson opened it
and doled out the instructions.
"First off, you get naked. Then
you sit on the bench and stick the disc of the electrode over your heart. Got
that so far?"
"Yes. I'm not dumb." Jacob
scowled.
"Right. Then you tuck your penis
in the latex tube here. After that, you're ready to push the button and watch
the screen. Have fun!"
The blond boy grinned and shut himself excitedly in
the machine. He executed the directives in the order they had been recited.
Sitting alone and nude in the darkness, he smiled wickedly, anticipating a
deluge of blissful tingles. His little dick was already stiff in the squishy
tubular contraption. It contained some sort of warm liquid that felt good.
Every time he did naughty forbidden things, his nose
itched. So, he scratched it before turning on the machine.
A series of pictures popped up on the monitor: a
redhead girl with tons of freckles, a bull with a nose ring, a diapered baby,
a wrestler, a cougar, a Latino woman with large breasts etc.
Jacob sighed, disappointed by the slide show. But he
persisted in watching the random images, hoping for something smutty to
titillate him. The computer scanned the movement of his pupils, analyzing
where they lingered on the pictures. It recorded his temperature and the pace
of his heartbeat. As well, every slight flutter of his penis.
Five minutes passed and a movie started playing.
Jacob wriggled on the bench and gazed at the screen. The lone character of the
animated flick was a 3-D rendition of a naked blond boy with an erection.
Although the farm background and boy came close to what you saw in
conventional films, Jacob knew it was computer drawings.
The boy on the screen was masturbating. He had one
arm behind him. The camera dove around his waist and showed how he violated
his asshole with a large dildo. Slowly, the point of view zoomed closer. The
boy's anus gleamed, stretched around the sex toy. The textures were
beautifully depicted.
Between Jacob's legs, the latex tube shrunk and
milked his boner. He freaked out a second then succumbed to the pleasure. The
boy on the screen suddenly crawled under a donkey sporting a foot long dong
hanging down between its hind legs. The boy put the animal's penis in his
mouth and sucked it.
Jacob moaned. The machine was in tune with his
growing lust. The tube milked his dick faster like it was his own hand. A
small plastic finger sprung out from the seat and entered his poop hole. He
focused on the movie, watching the blond boy suck the donkey at the same time
fucking himself with the dildo.
The rising pleasure overwhelmed Jacob. The machine
crunched the numbers of his body stats and intensified the double stimulation.
He slumped back on the bench, his legs stiff and his feet pointing. His moans
echoed in the box. The finger drilled into his tender anus faster. The tube
siphoned his genitals as if a million little mouths were on it.
All the fuzzy hairs on the nape of his neck stood on
end. He experienced the quickest and most powerful orgasm of his young life.
Electric undulations raced inside his boner and he yelped. The machine
continued to stimulate him, gently bringing him down from the apex of his
pleasure.
Jacob dressed nonchalantly still basking in the
afterglow of his cum. He came out of the machine, his head spinning.
"That was really weird, but lotsa
fun!" He commented.
Robson escorted the dazed preteen to the front door.
"Come back tomorrow after school,
we'll start working on your doll!"
"Okay."
Robson rushed back to the machine, curious to view
the latest entry. The poser movie of the 3-D boy and donkey confounded him.
Either the paperboy had a twisted imagination or the software required some
adjustments...
* * *
The doll maker decided to get the
difficult part out of the way. He applied the plaster to Jacob's head,
encasing it in the mushy substance. His subjects were usually antsy because
they could only breathe through straws sticking out of their nostrils.
Jacob remained calm, obediently waiting for the
plaster to harden. Over the weeks, an intimate bond with the man had been
established. They often roughhoused or chased each other with water pistols.
The ten-year-old didn't squirm away from the adult's hugs and amorous
caresses. He felt totally secure with the stranger now.
He took off his socks and shorts to do the cast of
his lower limbs. He removed his t-shirt for the torso part. When the time came
to do the midsection, Mr. Robson said, "I'll take off my clothes off too
so you won't feel embarrassed."
Once nude, the man coated his bare bum and crotch
with the stuff.
"Don't get a stiffy or you'll
ruin it!" He warned.
Robson praised his young model for his patience.
After the moulding was completed, he cut a lock of blond hair on the child's
head and snapped extreme close-ups of his skinny body from head to toe. The
feet, hands and face required several shots from different angles to capture
all the fine details. He made the boy bend over to photograph his tiny butt
hole. Jacob's buttocks were round with a natural gap at the bottom. 'Damn.
He's gonna be a great fuck doll.' Robson thought silently.
Jacob smirked from all the attention. No one had
ever wanted to get that close to him. Throughout the twisting and turning, he
peeked at the man's drooping long appendage hanging from a trimmed bush of
hair. Mr. Robson was definitely bigger than his dad.
The artist guided his model to an armchair. He made
the boy sit and put each foot on the arms so that his crotch was accessible to
the camera.
"Play with your dick, I need pictures
of it hard." He said.
Jacob gave him a naughty grin, happy to contribute.
It was the one thing he knew how to do very well. His fingers tugged on the
limp tidbit of flesh, rapidly beating life into it.
Robson loved the way boys got erections so easily.
Their dicks were short; the blood gorged the cavernous chambers in a flash.
Soon, he was taking snapshots of the bloated cocktail weenie.
He measured the sturdy erection, three inches up and
about the same around. All the necessary components to make the doll were
collected. He knelt in front of the armchair and engulfed the kid's smooth
nutsac, swirling the small testicles in his mouth, hoping the kid was in the
mood for some fun.
"Suck my pee-nis, too!" Jacob
giggled.
Robson pulled on his leaking prick and ran his tongue
on the kid's rigid pecker. He licked the piss slit and under the head where
the delicate foreskin had retracted into a tight red band. Jacob gasped for
air, drowning in the pleasure. More so, when the man's mouth started sucking until his lips kissed the bald skin at the base.
"Uhhh suck it! Suck it!"
Jacob shouted.
The man continued a while then he pulled the boy's
bum closer. Still jerking his rampant erection, he tickled the kid's pink anus
with the tip of his tongue. The puckered hole opened slightly. He kissed the
hairless valley and lapped up all around, avoiding the rosebud. Jacob squirmed
in the armchair, primed up for a good ass licking.
Robson darted his tongue at the small orifice,
watching it quiver from the teasing. He parted the boy's little buttocks and
dove down, attacking the virginal anus with ravenous swipes of his tongue. The
receptive hole allowed him entry. He plunged his big wet tongue inside and
wiggled it.
Jacob writhed from the delightful intrusion. For the
next while, Mr. Robson licked his poop hole, fingered it and sucked his pecker.
He was glad he had conquered his shyness!
The man rubbed the spongy head of his penis on his
poop hole. It was all slimy and hot. Then he said, "Relax now. I'm going
to stick my dick in your butt a little. You'll like this."
Jacob nodded, feeling the pressure increase between
his ass cheeks. It was like taking a dump in reverse. At the instant the pain
was too sharp, he flailed his legs and the man pulled back only to return with
more determination. Jacob wanted it to happen. He thought it was so dirty and
naughty to have Mr. Robson's big pisser in his butt hole! But the darn thing
deviated from its goal constantly. His anus twitched from the constant offensives.
"It won't go in. I'm too small."
He resigned himself.
"Don't worry. Tyrell takes it in
the can all the time." Mr. Robson declared.
With that, the blond boy felt the bulbous head pop
inside him. He scrunched his face and winced as the massive cock invaded his
rectum.
Robson had deflowered a few boys in his life, but
Jacob was the tightest cherry. He tugged on the kid's stiffy and began fucking
him gently. The boy looked up at him with a strange expression on his mug, a
mix of shock and lust. Robson smiled to show him everything would be okay.
It was out of the question to go rabid on him. The
nice kid merited some consideration. He put both of the boy's ankles on his
shoulders and continued to fuck him with measured strokes, watching him
assimilate all the sensations of his first fuck.
Jacob gawked at the pole moving between the mounds
of his butt. He almost couldn't believe that the immense manhood had fit
inside his teeny hole.
"It's so big inside." He
muttered, his chest heaving.
"Yep. That's a mighty big one for
your first time." Robson said. "Just wait 'til you cum, you're going
to like it."
He turned Jacob sideways and pulled on the boy's
stiff little pecker with his fingers. His hips thrust slightly faster as he
endeavoured to provide a big dose of pleasure. The kid's body jerked up and a
squeak escaped his mouth every time he plunged too deep.
"Close your eyes. Concentrate
on your dick and your butt." Robson instructed, fucking the kid with the
same leisurely tempo.
He tried to hold back but Jacob wouldn't cum. So he
skipped to the second gear, driving his cock harder into the little butt and
tugging mercilessly on the little boner. The boy's body started shaking like a
love doll.
"Are you there yet?" Robson
demanded.
"Yesss, yess!" Jacob howled.
His limbs stiffened suddenly. The pressure against
his immature prostate multiplied the pleasure. Tears of joy welled up in his
eyes as the intense orgasm contracted his little balls.
"Uhhhhgnnnnh!" He cried out.
Once the boy's anus unclenched around Robson's cock,
he pulled out carefully. Only a few flicks of the wrist were necessary and
three blasts of semen exploded out of his glans, hitting Jacob in the face.
The boy veered his head. The remaining spurts of thick sauce landed on his
cheek and oozed down.
Robson grinned seeing the kid's face covered with
sperm. It was one of the many reasons why doll making was the most rewarding
business in the world.
To be continued...
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