Date: Sat, 03 Nov 2018 20:22:44 +0000
From: funtimes78 <funtimes78@protonmail.com>
Subject: Mikey and the Monster, Part One

Friday Night

Mommy was tying her scarf around her hair as she looked at my older brother
and me. "Now, you remember, Todd, you have to take the bowl of food
downstairs into the basement at exactly five-thirty." she said to us. "Just
set it down on the foot of the stairs and come right back up again, that's
all you do."

"I'll remember, Mom." Todd said.

"Other than that, you two stay out of that basement." Mommy said. "You know
that, don't you?" She was looking at me when she said that. "Mikey, you
hear me?"

"I know, Mommy." I said. And I shuddered. "I'm not going into that
basement. It's creepy down there. And I hear stuff, at night."

"Sissy!" Todd slapped at my shoulder with his fist, not quite a strike, but
like...a slap with his fist. I took it, Todd is almost twice my age, nearly
13 years old, and he can take me down anytime he wants to. We both have
short brown hair with very pale skin and lots of freckles. I'm a little on
the pudgy side, but my mom says she that she thinks I look cute.

"I'll be home about eleven thirty tonight." my mother went on. She shook
her head. "I just wish the Professor was back from his symposium."

We live in a big ranch house far far out from the nearest town in the
country. It was big enough for my older brother, my mom and I to have our
own space as a family while the professor was able to have his own part
too. He paid Mom a nice rent in exchange for his rooms and board plus the
conversion of our garage and basement into his personal laboratory. The
Professor liked having kids in the house usually, though we had to stay out
of his laboratory/garage and, for the last few months, out of the basement,
too, where he was keeping...something. We didn't know what, just heard it
down there. Scratching sounds, moaning sounds, shuffling sounds, whining
sounds.

He was kind of a mysterious figure, always shuttling between the house and
the garage or working in the basement for long periods of time. He was
always very affectionate towards my brother and I when he was around, but
that wasn't much. Our father passed away when I was only two and my brother
was 7. I think my mom just wanted another person around the house.

Mom went on as she put on her winter coat, since it was sleeting heavily
outside. "I hate leaving you two alone here, but it's only for this one
evening. Just take down the bowl of food and leave it like I said and leave
the basement alone, no matter what you hear down there. It has one of the
Professor's experiments down there, so just leave the bowl on the bottom
step and get right back up. It won't bother you if you just leave it and
get back up."

"Just leave it and get back up." Todd said. "You said that eighty-`leven
times now, I think I got it."

"So do it." Mom said. "I have to go now. You two behave. Your own dinner is
in the fridge, you can heat it up in the microwave if you want to or eat it
cold. I love you."

I let Mom kiss me with a smile, Todd barely endured it. And Mom was out the
door and we two boys were alone in the house.  "Hooray!" I shouted and ran
into the living room. "I want to watch `Power Rangers!'"

"No, we're going to watch `Saved by the Bell.'" Todd said immediately.

I should explain about Todd. Like many brothers, we had a hate-love-hate
relationship going on. He made my life miserable anytime my mother left us
alone for even a few minutes, I made up for it when she was around by
tattling on every little thing he did. I won't apologize for that, when
you're barely seven years old, you have to use any weapon you have against
a 12-year-old brother out to make your life hell.

So my response was immediate. "No, I want to watch `Power Rangers.'" I said
firmly. "If you don't let me, I'll tell Mom you took that five dollars out
of her wallet last week. You know, the one she was looking for when we went
grocery shopping and she had to put some things back because she was
short."

"I didn't take no five dollars." Todd said in a voice that indicated that
he had.  "Yeah, you did." I went on. "I saw you."  Todd was silent, then he
said, "Make you a deal."  "What?" I was suspicious as you can well imagine.
"I'll let you watch `Power Rangers' if you'll do something for me." Todd
said.  "What?"  "I haven't decided yet." Todd said. "But that's the deal,
Power Rangers now for something I want to do later."  "Well...okay." I
decided. After all, the "Power Rangers" were now, whatever Todd wanted
would be later.  So I got my "Power Rangers" show and then Todd switched it
to the second episode (they ran two in a row) of "Saved by the Bell" but
that was okay, I didn't like the show that followed "Power Rangers" anyhow.
And then it was six o'clock and I saw that and said, "Time for you to take
the food bowl into the basement."  And then I knew I'd been set up, for
Todd said, "No, it's time for YOU to take the food bowl into the basement."

"Nu-uh!" I said. "Mom gave you the job, remember?"

"And I let you watch `Power Rangers.'" Todd said cunningly. "So now you
take down the food bowl instead of me. That's fair, isn't it?"

"Nu-uh!"  "Uh-huh!"  "Nu-uh!"  Well, it went on that way for a while, but
since Mom wasn't around, Todd won out by sheer raw strength. And with me
agreeing to do something he wanted in exchange for the "Power Rangers"
show, I wasn't likely to win even when she heard about it afterward.

So I went to the kitchen and got the food bowl and tried to screw up my
courage.

Whatever the Professor had in the basement, it moaned when I opened the
door. I just stepped in and down the steps carefully. I didn't want to
spill its food bowl. Whatever it was, it ate something that smelled pretty
bad, like fish guts or something.

The thing was off on the other side of the basement. I'd heard the
Professor say that he had taught it to stay away from the steps if it
wanted us to leave it food there. It was the only reason I gave in to Todd
even with him hitting me.

So I got it down to the bottom step and put the food bowl on it and then
turned to run back up the steps as fast as I could.

And I heard the door lock click and the key turn. A deadbolt on the other
side to lock the thing inside.

"Todd!" I shrieked at the top of the steps, hammering on the door.  "It's
coming for you, Mike!" Todd taunted at the other side of the door. "It's
coming to get you, Mike. Can't you hear it coming!"

"Todd!" I screamed as I beat at the door. "Todd! Let me out! Please! Let me
out!"

"It's coming for you." Todd laughed fiendishly. "It's going to eat you,
Mike! It's going to get you!"

"To-o-o-o-ddd!" I screamed, and then I shut up entirely.

I turned around slowly. It was at the foot of the stairs. The only light
was from the bulb hanging right beside me, but I saw...enough, and I gulped
hard!

Large and green, with tentacles that stretched out around and other things
like tentacles that seemed to expand out (pseudopods?), so that I couldn't
tell if it walked on tentacles or if it oozed from place to place, and used
the tentacles to grab what it wanted.

It had lifted the food bowl up to its face, and a long, long tongue was
licking up the goo in the bowl. Snuffling eagerly as it ate, it licked and
slurped in a way any dog could envy.

Maybe if I just sat still, very, very still, here at the top of the stairs,
it would go away again. Maybe if I sat here very still.

It finished eating and put the bowl back on the bottom step. Started to
move away, and then...it saw me.

It sort of...flowed up the steps. I shuddered. "Todd." I whispered. Maybe
it would leave me alone. "Todd...help me, please!" I said softly as I
could.

The thing was now up on the top of the steps, and those eyes, those big,
big eyes, were looking right at me.

Its mouth was just sort of a slit below the eyes. I didn't see anything
like a nose on it at all. Or ears. Or shoulders or arms or body or
what. Just all sort of...formless.

The mouth opened and out came a sound. "Uuuuuuh?" it questioned me.  I
stammered out. "He-he-he-hell-hell-hello?"  "Uuuuuuuh?" It said again.
"Hello." The second time, at least I didn't stutter.  "Uuuuhh?" The sound
was slightly different this time, more insistent.  "I'm...I'm...my name is
Mikey." I said.  "Muhhh?"  "Mikey, yes." I nodded like a madman.  "Muuuh?"
"My brother locked me down here. I don't want to hurt you, honest I
don't. Please don't hurt me, either, okay? Okay?"  "Uuhhkuhhh?"  "Okay." I
said, seizing the sound as agreement. "I'll just sit here real quietly and
won't bother you."

And a tentacle came up and touched my cheek. It was round and smooth and
didn't have any suction cups on it, and the tentacle was dry and sort of
soft-like. It moved like it would like a large glob of goo on me
afterwards, but it didn't. Stroked my cheek and it was gone. I put my hand
up on my face, and felt it. It felt the same. The same tentacle reached
slowly out again, gently touching the tip of its tentacle to my closed
lips. I was too scared to move. I opened my mouth to breath and the
tentacle pushed slightly inside. It ever so slightly pressed its long shaft
up against my little quivering lips until the tip was inside, pushing
against my tongue. It didn't taste like anything bad, it was just smooth
and greenish.  I was scared stiff. It seemed like it had other plans, so it
retracted its long arm and waited for my response.

"I'm not going to hurt you." I said again. "If you won't hurt me,
then...then okay."

"Uuukuhhh!" And the tentacles came back, several of them this time.

I shrieked full throttle when they wrapped around me. There were tentacles
all over my body, wrapping themselves around my arms, legs and even one
around my neck. I was scared!! What was it going to do to me?? If Todd was
going to do anything at all for me, he was going to do it now! I looked at
the door and listened best I could...and heard nothing. I think he ran off
and was hiding under his bed!

The thing carried me off in its tentacles held over itself as it flowed
back down the stairs. The way it carried me made it seem that I was as
light as a feather. It ferried me thus over to the far end of the basement,
which seemed to be the closest thing it had to a nest for itself. The light
here was the dimmest in the entire basement (it was furthest from the
stairs after all), but I could see there was a lot of junk on the floor,
wood shavings, newspapers, and such. None of it stank, I'm not sure how or
if the thing took a crap or a whiz, but at least it didn't do it in this
particular corner of the basement.

The thing lowered me onto its large body and I stared once again into its
eyes. "Please don't hurt me, Mr. Thing, please!" I whimpered to it. "I
didn't mean to come down here and bother you. I fed you, remember, I fed
you."

The tentacles were now running all over my body. When a tentacle found the
bottom of my pullover shirt and ran up underneath it, I let it. Even when
the thing touched my nipples, both at once with two little blunt spikes
that it generated at their tips, and lingered on them, touching and rubbing
them, I just held still and let it rub my chubby 7 year old tits. The
suction cups on its tentacles grabbed hold of my little nipples and sucked
and slurped at them, all while a larger tentacle wrapped itself around my
waist, securing my body to his.  I struggled with all my might to get out
of the monster's grip but I was trapped with the thing's tentacles securing
me to it.

"Mr. Monster, sir." I pleaded with it. "Can I go now? Can I go sit at the
top of the basement steps again and wait until Mom comes home and can let
me out? Could I please?"

And the tentacles caught hold of my pullover and yanked it from two
directions at once. The material held, then gave way with a "r-i-i-i-i-i-p"
sound and I was suddenly barechested except for rags ranging off each of my
arms. And the tentacles came in and stroked over my small hairless chest,
as the thing watched me, its eyes looking at me. Without breaking my stare,
the thing wrapped one of its tentacles around my wrists and pulled them
straight back so my whole back was pressed against his mass.

And the tongue came out and I shivered. It was going to eat me! It was
going to eat me and Mom wouldn't find anything left of me but some
bones...maybe! "Oh, God!" I moaned in my terror.

And the tongue licked over me, licking and licking my body. I guess it
tasted the sweat of my fear which had sprung out all over, but it licked
and licked and then one of the other tentacles found its way up my shorts
leg. It hit my briefs and didn't seem to like the feel of it, because it
drew back and ran itself over my bare legs below the briefs elastic line
and then another tentacle joined in, and then another, and then the thing
was tearing my shorts away. They were tougher, of course, but the thing's
tentacles shredded them like scrap paper.

My red and white spiderman briefs were now my only real clothing other than
my shoes and socks, and the tentacles had found my shoes. I guess it
planned to peel me before it ate me. The tentacles managed to pull my
sneakers off without any trouble. I was trying as hard as I could to lose
the monster's slimy grip from around my wrists and legs, but it seemed as
if every movement just gave the monster an opportunity to hold me tighter
too him.

Then the tentacles came up to figure out my briefs. The colorful red and
white material was tight on my body and they didn't seem to be able to get
a purchase at first. Then one pod slid up the inside of one leg and across
the crack of my buttocks and it was inside, and then others were and the
material stretched and then broke. The elastic band held, but the thing had
a hold on them, now, and it ferried them down my legs. And now I was naked
enough to munch on!

I was naked and being held tightly against a large slimy beast that wanted
to eat me! My small hairless body was dwarfed by the large slimy green
tentacle filled mass. And my weenie was hard! All this touching was getting
me really excited! No one, or I should say, nothing, had touched me like
this before!

 I tried calling out again to my brother again but it seemed as if it
didn't like that, so it slid one of its smaller, slimier tentacles into my
mouth. That caused me to shriek and open my mouth more, which the monster
took as an invitation to push more of its slimy blunt tentacle down my
throat. As I breathed, the slippery tentacle got thicker, slowly working
down my throat until it was firmly in place. I had never in my mere seven
years of living experienced such a large long thick object forcing its way
into my throat, but for some reason I started to like it. It seemed that it
was slowly expanding down my throat ever so slightly with every breath I
took through my nose. Maybe it was something about its slime, which almost
tasted sweet, that gave me butterflies in my little tummy.

With my throat filled, its tongue returned to lap at my body. It seemed to
like the heavy oils of my body inside my butt-crack, and it licked me
cleaner than toilet paper ever could. The tongue had some sort of rasp-like
objects on it that made it a bit rough to take. It poked my butthole with
these hard little objects and I moaned. I had never had anything touch me
down there, and for some reason it kind of made me want more. Then it found
my little nuttsies and the tongue liked the taste of them, too. It stayed
on them, flicking slowly back and forth, and the pods joined it in covering
my groin. Others kept to the task of holding me in place, and tasting my
armpits, my knee sockets, my elbow insides. But it liked my crotch the
best.

Soft, pliable, warm, it moved over my weenie and it curled about my tube as
it expanded up and out from my body. My weenie was getting hard from this!
I was confused.  I hadn't ever touched myself much, so I didn't really know
what all these new feelings were.  If I touched myself like this a lot, I
would feel this really nice tingle in my tiny weenie. I guess my body knew
that and was letting the thing's strokes carry it toward that tingle.

"Oh, Mr. Monster, sir, you shouldn't do that." I tried to say with a
mouthful of its tentacle. "I'm not supposed to let anyone touch me there,
you see. It's my own private place and you shouldn't t-touch me like that."

Right after mumbling those words through a stuffed mouth I felt a new
sensation, and looked down to see a tube like tentacle that had suctioned
itself to my little prick and nut sac. I had never felt such strong
feelings before! I was on cloud nine! The gooey suction inside the tentacle
stretched my little pricklet as far from my body as it could and then
swirled it around with some sort of tongue that it had inside of it. I
couldn't believe that I could feel so good. I even felt a tiny little
nodule enter my peehole! It was weird, but it felt so good. I tried humping
the air to match the suction of the monsters tentacle, but I was tied too
tight by its other tentacles. As well as suction, the tube swirled around
my little prick, suckling and licking ever part it could.

I gasped and sighed as the pod moved upon my prick, feeling it, knowing it
was doing that, but still...it still felt good! "Ooh, oh, Mr. Monster,
oooh!" I sighed into its tentacle.

"Oooohhh?" it said back to me.

"Ooh, oh, ooh, yeah, oooohhh!" I agreed.

"Ooohhhh!" it said and the tentacle sucking on my tiny weiner and little
ball pouch got faster.

And I felt something hard and slimy slap me on my leg. I looked down
and... "Oh, no!" I thought. "Mr. Monster, you got one, too!"

And it did. Coming out of this big bump it had, just like a dog's, it is
all covered up most of the time until it slides out all green and wet, this
thing's prick was rising up and swelling into large stalk, slick with goo
and a glistening light green. Looking at the huge wood got me even more
excited than before.

"Uh, that's a big one, Mr. Monster." I thought to myself.

"Buuuhh?"

"Bigggggggg!" I moaned.

"Muuhhh!" The long, thick, lime green dong was now resting heavily against
my leg. It was easily more than 10 inches long, thicker than one of my
wrists and oozing dark green slime from its monstrously large head.

The tentacle that had been lodged down my throat slowly slurped its way out
again with loud `pop'. I gasped for air. "Wow mister your tentacles are
sooo huge!" I said out loud breathing heavily.  "Unggggggggggggggg" It
groaned in response

 As I was catching my breath the tentacle that was wrapped around my neck
slowly brought my head down to its huge dong. I was like its little puppet,
since both my arms and my legs had been wrapped up by the monster's
numerous tentacles I was unable to resist its movements. My chubby 7 year
old body was no match for the professor's creation. It knew what it wanted
and knew how I would please it.

The monster reoriented my body so that I was kind of kneeling on its body
facing its big horse sized slime sausage with my arms constrained behind my
back and my little bottom in the air. While my knees rested on its slimy
body, I was being completely held in mid air by its big strong
tentacles. The thing oriented my head so that my lips were only centimeters
from the huge slimy tip of the thing's dong.

I got the picture when the thing pushed it up against my soft little lips
and let out a grown of `mmmmmmmmmmmm' I was worried about the taste of the
goo coming from the tip but in fact it kind of tasted like a sweet creamy
honey. I was licking my lips before I fit my mouth around it it let out a
big burp of goop, shooting it all over my face, and then rubbing its dong
head over my cheeks and lips to make a point.

After leaving my face a green goopey mess it pushed the big head into my
surprised, open mouth. The head was way too big to swallow, and I even had
a hard time just fitting it past my bright red little lips. Its weenie was
huge and pliable, squishy soft one moment than rigidly hard the next, and
constantly oozing its weird sweet liquid. It was able to make itself
squeeze itself down my tight throat and then slowly expand itself, pushing
against the walls of my esophagus like its tentacle did before.

With the head stuck in my mouth, I was being forced to swallow the copious
amounts of goop that was being produced at its tip. Little did I know that
the goop itself was designed to immobilize a potential mate by relaxing
their muscles while increasing their sex drive.  The minute I started
sucking on the big dong I actually felt a change in my body. I felt warm
all over and just wanted to stay with its big dong down my throat
forever. I felt like my skin was tingly all over, almost ticklish, and the
constant rubbing and movement from the tentacles was causing me to giggle
and shiver. The chemical affects of its jism relaxed my jaw and numbed
throat, allowing a whole 6 inches of its thick slimy sausage to slide into
my gullet, all the while giving me a stiffie that I couldn't forget.

The tentacle around my neck slowly moved my head up and down on its shaft,
causing me to gurgle and belch up its green goo. Soon the stuff was leaking
out of my nose. While my jaw was starting to hurt, I was on cloud nine. My
mom wasn't coming home for another 4 hours! I thought. What if I was forced
to suck on this monsters wiener for that WHOLE time?? Just the thought of
it gave my little weenie a twitch.

"Yeah, uhhhhh!" I said to the thing. "Uhh, uhh, uhhh!"

And then I felt a pod go where it shouldn't go! It had found my tight
little virgin butthole and one of its slender little pseudopods was worming
itself inside like...well, like a worm! These pods had torn my shorts off
of me, so my tight little virgin sphincter was no real challenge. It first
had slathered its green goo all over my little hole before exploring it
with a slender pliable finger like limb. At first it just poked and
prodded, releasing some of the green slime around my hole. It felt kind of
strange, I mean no one, not even myself had played with my own body like
this.

I gave a muffled gasp when it managed to push inside me and then the pod
wriggled its way inside I don't know how far. All I know is that it started
feeling bigger and wider at my little entrance. It was slowly filling me up
with its strong gooey tentacle, inch by inch. Whenever it would come
against resistance in my tight little boychute it would vibrate strongly
and rotate around until it found a way to move deeper inside of me. I
started moaning from all the new sensations. I was being played with like a
little toy, both my mouth and my little boychute was getting filled up with
strong monster tentacle and even stronger monster sausage. The tentacle in
my bottom was now much bigger in size than when it first entered me. I was
sweating all over, since it was kind of getting a little painful to be
stretched so far. The green goop and its side effects were helping me keep
calm, but still my seven year old body was struggling against these two
huge intruders.

I felt the pressure as it spread my hairless hole wider and wider. Was I
going to be split open from the back by this thing? How much does it think
it can fit up my little bottom? And then it started twisting even further
inside of me! I couldn't control myself. I had never felt so good. The big
twisting tentacle was up my now stretched bottom and its huge weenie jammed
down my throat were both doing wonders on my pudgy little 7 year old
body. On top of that, the tentacle in my bottom started to vibrate!! The
vibration was so strong I could feel it all over my body, even down to my
toes! It felt like one of those massage things that you find at sharper
image or something. But it was inside of me!!  And the wriggling was still
going on, and that wriggling found something a little nob inside me that it
decided to play with.

Which was fine with me. I never had guessed that about myself, inside my
bottom were these little bump like places that felt so, so, very, very,
VERY good when they were stroked by the thing's tentacle. A few strokes of
that and I was shuddering and shivering and squirming in the thing's
multi-clutching embrace. I closed my eyes as my whole body tightened up and
felt waves of pleasure rake from my head all the way down to my curled
little toes. "NGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHH" was all I could say as I closed my eyes
while my chubby little body tensed and relaxed all over the tentacle that
was vibrating so deep within my tight little rectum. I had never felt
pleasure that powerful before, I mean it was so exciting and scary. What
had the monster done to me?!? I didn't know what to think, all I could was
take whatever the monster had in store for me. I writhed in its hold, and
it peered at me intently all the while, and then when I was done, limp and
panting, it pulled my limp body and face off its huge slimy tentacle and
its tongue reached up and tasted the sweat of my face. Like it was kissing
me.

When the tongue found my mouth, I didn't fight it, I let it slide in and
met the tongue-tip with my own. I think the thing liked that, for the
tongue didn't dive into my gullet like it could have, it just played with
my own tongue. One of its tentacles was still lodged in my boychute and
making me quiver with each of its twists and vibrations that it was still
giving me. Slowly but carefully it extracted its long slimy tentacle from
my now sore little butthole with a long goopy string connecting my hole and
the tentacle. I was spent. I had just basically been forced to experience
incredible amounts of pleasure by this monster's large tentacles, one in my
bottom, one down my throat, and another sucking on my tiny little weenie
and nuttsies. I didn't know what had happened, but I liked it. All the
activity that the monster had put me through had made me really tired, so I
started to close my eyes, hoping to take a respite from all the activity
happening inside my butt. But it seemed as the monster had different
plans...

The monster then shifted me on its lap (or whatever part of it I was
semi-standing, semi-sitting, semi-hanging-over), and the tentacles about my
legs pulled them wide apart as it lowered me slowly down. It put me into a
position where my legs were bent with my knees by my shoulders and my hands
were together above my head.  I didn't have any idea where he was putting
me and all my little mind wanted to do was rest...

But I soon found out, it was putting my little butt right onto its huge,
green weenie! I felt it's broad blunt tip touch my tender sphincter and I
groaned. "Oh, Mr. Monster, no, you shouldn't ought to do that, it's not
right, it's not nice, not a nice thing at all, no, sir!" I thought to
myself. It squirted a splash of its green goop all over my now gaping
hole. I guess my pleading with the monster wasn't going to get me anywhere.

I tried resisting it, but the thing's prick shoved itself inside my tight
little chute anyway. While I had already been stretched out by its
tentacle, its huge 10 inch, incredibly thick slimy sausage was something
else. I started to get anxious. I didn't know if I really wanted another
big object up there. But what I wanted didn't really seem to matter to the
big green monster. The slippery green goop let me slowly slide down on his
huge pole, only giving me the option to moan loudly.

"Miiiiisssssssttttttterrrrrrrr monsterrrrrrrrrrrr, you are tooooooo
bigggggg!!!!!" I screamed "Unggggggghuuhhhhhhhhhh" was its response.

Its blunt shiny head stretched my backside to new limits. I kind of felt
like my whole body was on fire. I was being supported by the tentacles
holding my knees and arms up, but it was slowly letting me sit on its big
slimy dong. Every breath I let out it would let me slip down a little
lower.  I felt like a thanksgiving turkey, slowly being stuffed up with
stuffing. I could feel its big wiener slowly squirt little spouts of green
goop up my boychute, easing my little rump's slow slide down to the root of
its gargantuan slimy sausage. All of this action was getting my tiny nub
hard again. The monster took notice and that same fleshy tube came back to
suck on my tiny 1 inch weenie and barely noticeable boy balls.

The minute it did that It let me drop down about another two inches. I
screamed. The monster seemed to understand that I was in pain and it slowly
let me up again, but after about a minute or two it dropped me down back to
where I had been before. And then came one of its tentacles to my open
panting mouth to push back down my throat.  I groaned. I don't think it
liked me screaming. The suction on my genitals and little nipples increased
and I was slowly being moved up and down on the monsters huge slimy weenie
by its tentacles. The thing wanted me to enjoy it playing with my
body. After a little bit the speed increased and I the tentacles were
moving faster and faster, pushing and pulling my body up and down on its
huge flagpole.

I was incoherently whimpering and squeaking by now, I felt like I was on
another planet. Maybe I was on the monster's planet? My body was being
manipulated and constrained by this thing's tentacles to a point that it
was giving me lots of pleasure and a decent amount of pain. My body was
being folded and stretched for the monster's pleasure. There were constant
sounds of slurping and burping from my little body unwillingly sliding up
and down the monster's stalk. The vibrating and twisting were starting to
get stronger with each thrust, and sometimes it would just push itself
really far inside me and then vibrate incredibly strong and then push even
further. It felt as if the whole ten inches were inside of me but it just
kept pushing.

 "mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmnggggg" Is all I could moan.

 The thing was moaning those wordless words it had and I was moaning
myself, while it moved my body and made me force myself on its incredibly
thick dong as it lay beneath me. I felt those same strange feelings start
again, but this time...there was more to it than the tingle. I felt a
rising sort of...majesty building within, and a sense of everything coming
together at once, like the stars were all collecting to form a brand-new
sun, here in the dimly lit basement, and I whined like a little puppy as
the thing's huge slimy sausage forced me to have those same intense
feelings all over again.

"Oooh, oh, uh, uhhh, guhhh, uhhh!" I said to the thing.

"Uuuhhh, muhhhh, muhhh, guhh, uhhhhh!" It said to me.

"Ooh, oh, gah, uh, I'm ready, I'm ready, now, now, now-ow-owooooooohhhh!"

"Uhh, uhhh, uuuuhhhh, muh, uh-UHHH-UHHHHHHH!" the thing blasted itself into
me.

I felt those same powerful feelings rake through my body again. Once again
my body was being pushed and pulled until I was seeing stars and whimpering
with joy, unconsciously squeezing the monsters huge wiener within my tight
boy chute. "GAHHHHHHHHHH" was all I could muster in response.

 That did it for the monster, who loudly groaned then unleashed his load
into me, gushing a powerful spray of warm monster milk into me from the
thing's thick dong. It was like being hosed down from my insides, and I
felt the hot green seed churning inside me. The muscles in my boychute were
contracting and releasing around it, milking everything it had left inside
of its long rod. The enormous surge of the monster's green monster cream
was expanding my tummy and insides to new limits. It was as if I was a
little water balloon and the monster wanted to fill me up until I burst. It
soon began to get uncomfortable, with the warm goo pushing on my tummy in a
way that my tummy had never been pushed before. I felt incredibly full, and
I could sense my tummy becoming distended from all of the thick creamy goop
that was being continuously pumped inside of me. The monster grip loosened
on me and let me sink all the way down to the bottom of its huge slimy rod.

"Unghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" I groaned with the tentacle still lodged
down my throat.

 It let go of my arms and I was able to just lie in semi consciousness,
bloated and filled up with its warm monster goo against the huge monster's
body. The tentacles wrapped around me until I was completely covered up
with the thing, and it held me and warmed me and soothed me as I sighed,
actually kind of happy-satisfied, in its formless embrace. I was in a
tentacle cocoon. While its thick hard sausage was still inside me, leaking
its cream while vibrating and twisting slowly, I was calm and felt
content. It slowly slid its tentacle out of my gullet with a large squish.

After a time, I screwed up my courage and I said, "Mr. Monster, sir?"

"Muuhh?"

"Can I get up and go now?" I said. "I think I hear Todd upstairs."

"Muhhhh!" And the thing must have understood me, for it let me go as I
stood up. As I stood up its phallus stayed inside my bum, making sure
nothing leaked out.  I felt stuffed and as I ran my hands down towards my
belly, I realized that all that goo was still inside me. It was like I had
gained an extra 10 pounds, all just in my tummy and stuffed bottom.  The
thing slowly extracted its now thick limp tube from my bottom. Right before
it pulled all the way out it vibrated strongly and shot out one last molten
blast of its goo into me. It seemed to seal all of the other monster cream
that was already sloshing deep inside me. I had a hard time standing up
straight, and as I tried I felt my tummy churn with all the warm green
goop. I just sort of stood bent over, with my hands on my knees, panting
and sweating from all the new pressure on my backside and enlarged belly. I
looked down and was surprised to see my tiny nub was still hard! I just
giggled. Soon I found enough strength to hobble up the stairs to the top,
naked, ravaged and with a little stiff weenie I couldn't control.

I got upstairs and I heard a voice. "Mom!" I called out. "Mom, I'm in here!
Let me out!"

"Mike? Mike!" And the deadbolt flew aside with a clank, the door was yanked
open and I jumped through the door.  "Professor?" I asked.  "Hey buddy,
what were you doing downstairs? Why are you naked?" The professor asked,
wrapping huge his arms around me.

"My brother Todd locked me down there, where is my mom?"

"Her car broke down and is staying with her friend for the night. Wow, so
Todd locked you down here, eh?" He said with a scowl.  "Yeah, he tricked me
into it." I said.

The professor then slowly rubbed his hands along my distended belly, giving
me quizzical look. He then smiled.  "Tell you what, Mikey, that was really
horrible of him. You could've gotten really hurt!!" The professor said,
holding me tightly to him. I felt one of his big thick fingers slide down
to my little buttcrack, feeling the semi firm gelatinous outer coating of
my goo filled behind.

"I know, I want to tell my mom so he gets in trouble!"  "Tell you what,
slugger, can we make a deal?" The professor asked, looking at me directly
in the eyes while rubbing my little weenie between two of his big fingers.

"Ummmm, sure professor" I said quizzically, sighing from all the pleasure
the man's big fingers were giving me.

"First, I want you to call me Daddy. Is that ok?"

I looked up right into this big man's eyes as he continued to play with my
little hard nub and I sighed, beginning to cry.

"Don't cry little guy! I just wanted you to feel comfortable around
me. We've lived together for so long that I feel you deserve it."

"Yes Daddy, yes!" Was all I could mutter

 My new `daddy' then wrapped both of his huge python sized arms around my
little naked body, forcefully pulling me into his strong embrace.  He then
kissed me directly on the lips. I let out a whimper and then melted in his
big warm arms, letting out a relaxed sigh. He took that as an opportunity
to force his huge tongue into my tiny mouth, moving one of his big hands to
the back of my little head to keep my mouth in place. I couldn't stop
making little boy whimpers as his large sweet tongue explored all the
confines of my little mouth. All the new attention sent shivers down my
chubby little body, causing me to involuntarily thrust my little hard 1
inch nub into the big man's huge fingers. After a couple minutes swallowing
his spit, daddy pulled out his tongue looked at me with his big, powerful
eyes.

"I can tell you liked that, you little horny boy." Daddy declared, rubbing
his hands over my little rump and sliding his big thick fingers up and down
my crack.

I nodded, saying, "Yes Daddy, I loved it. Your big tongue felt so good in
my mouth. What does horny mean?"

"It means someone who loves to get their little weenies and little
boychutes played with. Just like you. And don't worry Mikey, you'll have
lots of opportunities to get to taste my tongue and much more in your
mouth. I know that's what you need, so I will make sure you get it."

"Thanks Daddy, I love it when you touch me like that. Whats a boychute?"

Daddy chuckled, bringing his big hand down to the filled little hole
between my buttcheeks, tapping the hardened goo with his forefinger. "This,
little guy, is your boychute. Sometimes it is made to get rid of poop when
you go to the bathroom, but mostly it's made to be stuffed with man
penises, and right now your boychute is all filled up with my monster's
goo.

"Ohhh" I giggled. "I get it now. My boychute is a place to put big
penises. Hmmmm. Right now I feel so fullllll with your monster's goo."

"I bet you do! Good boy." Daddy said as he patted my short brown hair.

"So about your big brother. If you don't tell your mom, we can both punish
him together, how about that?"

"Punish him how? I want pay back for what he did to me!" I exclaimed.

At that point Daddy picked me up and started carrying me out of the hallway
to his big bathroom. The movement made my stuffed tummy make weird gurgling
sounds. My body was still getting used to the fullness of a goo filled
rectum.

As we were walking through the house, my new daddy stated, "Well little
guy, I figure we could have some fun with his punishment, just like he had
fun when he locked you in the basement."

"I dunno Daddy, but if you say so. I mean you are a professor and all." I
giggled at that.  "You are right on that, little guy. I'm a professor and I
know what I'm talking about." And at that he gave me a kiss on my forehead.

"Now it's time to get you cleaned up, buddy. You're covered in my monster's
goo, let's go take a shower!" he exclaimed.

I loved how nice my Daddy was treating me. He usually wouldn't talk to me
much, let alone pick me up and kiss me on the forehead! I wonder what had
changed. He seemed happier and more relaxed than usual. I guess I didn't
really care, I just liked all the new attention.

Once we got into the bathroom, I stepped up on my stepstool so I could peer
over the sink to look at myself in the mirror. I nearly screamed! My face
was covered in dried green goop! I guess I hadn't really noticed or cared
when I first got up from the basement.

Daddy chuckled, "It looks like you two had a good time down there. I bet my
monster forced you to have quite few little boy cummies." He said while
bending low to reach between my stout spread legs and tweak my hardened
nub.

"Wha wha what do you mean Daddy? Whats a little boy cummy?"

"A little boy cummy is when a little boy, like yourself, has his little boy
button pushed over and over by a big sausage until he tenses up he feels
really good all over. Did that happen to you with my big monster?" As he
said this, he pressed his powerful thighs up to the back of my shoulders
and head, forcing them up against the bathroom sink.

I shuttered at the memory. "OHH yes it did Daddy, the monster made me have
two boy cummies! It felt soooo goooood!"

Daddy's body towered over mine, him being 6'11'' and really big and
strong. I guess I had never really looked at him before, but for some
reason looking at him made my little weenie stir again.

"I'm glad that you liked it, but that doesn't matter. What matters is that
your little boy button is getting a work out. Little boys need their
buttons pushed all throughout the day, every day.  I saw what you two were
doing. And I saw how my experiment stuck its tentacles and large slimy rod
in your mouth and bottom. And you loved it! You couldn't get enough! What
do you think your mom would say if she knew that you liked taking it up the
butt from a monster like that? I bet she'd send you away to an orphanage!"

And at that he looked down at me through the mirror and forced his thick
forefinger into my worried, gaping mouth. My head was pinned up against his
hips so I could only give him a worried look back in the mirror.

"Don't worry little buddy, I won't tell anyone if you can keep your mouth
closed tight like a good little boy." He said, slowly inserting and
removing his big fore finger into my little mouth.  "Can you?" He asked

Instead of removing his finger he inserted it all the way into my mouth and
then moved it up and down as if I were agreeing with him.

"That's a good little horny boy. I need to be able to trust you. You need
to tell me everything, and never keep any little boy secrets from your big
powerful Daddy. If I find out that you're keeping secrets from me, you will
be SEVERELY punished. Now get into the shower so I can clean you up."

I stood there shocked for a moment. How did Daddy know about what had
happened in the basement? Why was he acting so strange? Why was my weenie
still hard? The large warm creamy load still filled my tummy, and every
little move I made I was reminded about it with a dull pain in my backside
and my tiny stiff nub.

As I thought all these questions over in my little head Daddy was
undressing himself and getting ready to step into the shower with me. And
then I saw it. His weenie. It was huge! Like bigger than the monsters! And
his big hairy nuttsies were as bigger than my fists!  I was so shocked that
I couldn't stop staring.

"Can I touch it?" I asked, basically drooling, staring at Daddy's huge
leaking tube.  "Oh yes, silly, you'll even get to feel it all the way
inside of your tight little bottom, but only after we get you cleaned up."

"Hmph" I whined.

I turned around and wobbled into our small shower and had to move up
against the wall when Daddy's enormous figure came in and turned on the
water.

"Face the wall buddy, and spread your legs."

I did what I was told, but then felt his foot pushing my legs farther
apart. With me in his desired position, he squirted some shampoo in my hair
and said, "You work on your hair and I'll work on the rest of you. As he
said that he got out some soap and started lathering up my body. At first
he worked on massaging my shoulders with his big hands, slowly working down
to my nipples, which he repeatedly pinched and pulled.

I couldn't help but moan softly. I was working on washing my hair with both
my hands when I felt his big hands try to get the dried green goo off of
me. His fingers were manipulating and kneading my body like I was little
piece of dough. It felt great. The two huge pads explored every part of me,
my legs, shoulders, back, thighs and even my belly button. I started to
giggle at all the ticklish sensations. It was also weird since all that
monster goo seemed to be coagulating in my boychute, I mean as I moved
around it seemed as if there was an actual warm sausage stuck all the way
up there, but it was sort of flexible inside me, just giving me a very full
feeling. It felt good to be so filled up with the warm hardening goo. He
then took one of my little nipples in each of his hands and squeezed
hard. I gasped.

"So, little guy, which did you like better, the monster's big slimy sausage
gushing in your mouth or rubbing your little boy button in your bottom?"

"Hmmm" I said "Definitely my bottom. Yeah, my bottom." I stated.

Daddy chuckled, "I like your honesty. To be honest, I like your tight
little bottom too." With that, his two big hands moved lower, one to the
crack of my backside and the other to my little nub and nuttsies. He used
extra care to wash my little weiner and nuttsies along with my
buttcrack. His fingers played with my stiffie, stroking it a couple times
before saying "You like this, don't you."

"nghnggg" I moaned.

His hand that had wrapped itself around my tiny 1 inch weenie and nuttsies
now moved lower behind my naughty parts until his big middle finger pushed
at my back entrance. It come against some resistance from the monster's
green goo sealant, but Daddy gently pushed through. With his other hand he
pushed my torso forward, so my backside was sticking out. At that he slowly
worked a soapy finger into my boychute, which caused me to moan louder. "Do
you like that Mikey?"

"Yessssssssssss" I moaned. I couldn't help but push my little bottom back
into his big thick finger so it would go further into my hole. Being taken
by the monster changed something inside me, I didn't know why but now I
wanted something up there all the time. With that he quickly shoved the
rest of his big finger inside me in one quick motion. I gasped again. He
started wiggling his finger, exploring my taut little boychute and making
me whimper and pant with every new place he touched.  It seemed as if his
thick, long finger was loosening up the hardened sealant, and some of the
green goop started to flow out. I immediately felt relief as there was less
pressure pushing on my insides. "Push out, like your taking a poop" My
Daddy commanded.

I did, and felt lots of the green goop splatter and drip out of me. It felt
like some large sausage was slowly coming out of my boy hole. It was like I
was pooping out jello. It felt strange, but the more I pooped out the more
relief I felt. Soon after though he told me to stop pushing out so he could
push in a second finger, which caused me to moan even louder. He was
pinching my nipples with his other hand and nibbling at my ears, which
caused me to get those weird feelings in my little weenie again. His hand
that was up my bottom was pinning my tiny nail down, so my little weiner
felt kind of trapped, but it didn't matter since all the great feeling were
coming from my little bottom anyways.

My big Daddy pulled his two big fingers out of my hole and told me to rinse
out all the shampoo from my hair. The lack of something up my boychute made
me involuntarily whine. It's as if my body had changed into that needed
something in there all the time.  I rinsed my hair wishing that my Daddy's
fingers were back in my little bottom.  After that he turned me back around
to face the wall but this time with one of his big hands he pinned both of
my own little hands behind my back. I closed my eyes as I leaned into the
tiled wall, with my head turned to the side. At the same time he started
playing with my little hole again. But instead of just two of his big thick
fingers, he added a third. He slowly but steadily inserted all three at the
same time, causing me to release a slow moan.

"Ooohhhh Daddddddyyyyyyyyy" I moaned.

"You're a horny little boy aren't you? You like it when I put things in
your bottom don't you?" He said as he was slowly moving his three fingers
in and out of my slick little hole. He found the same little button in my
bottom that the monster had played with that had made me shudder before.

"Yyeesss yes Daddy, I ddo"

"Good." Daddy growled as he forcefully pushed his fingers up inside of me,
pinning my whole body to the shower wall. His aggressiveness made me gasp
and my body responded with another shuttering, stammering, earth shattering
boygasm.

"Yes Daddy, I love it when you put things in my bottom. It feeellllllllssss
soooo gooooooddd" I moaned as my little ring tried to strangle his fingers
and had my third dry cummy of the night. I was very wobbly and almost lost
consciousness for a moment, and put all my weight on his fingers, sinking
down further, involuntarily stretching my boychute around his thick
fingers. I probably would've fell down if Daddy wasn't pinning me up
against the wall with his three soapy fingers inside of me.

"Good boy Mikey, good boys always have their little cummies for me when I
allow them to." With that he pushed my whole body up against the shower
wall, making sure I understood the power that he had over me.

After about ten minutes more of Daddy's forceful and slow anal massage and
naughty talk, I felt his big hands move my arms above my head against the
wall.

"Close your eyes and open your mouth. I'm going to turn you around" At that
he slowly extracted his fingers from my now abused hole. I sighed. I felt
empty. I only felt complete when something was inside of me down there, and
I felt like I was missing something when there wasn't.

I did what I was told. I was really tired now, it was probably way past my
bed time and I had had more cummies then ever before in my life! Closing my
eyes was easy! I wonder why he wanted to keep my mouth open...

I soon found out as the huge blunt point of my Daddy's colossal boy
intruder was trying to force its way down my throat. Daddy still held both
of my hands together high above my head with one of his big paws as he
slowly pushed my head up against the bathroom wall. I was trapped. I was
pinned with my little head against the wall with a huge monster sausage in
my mouth and my hands pinned above my head. I had to stand on my little
tippie toes so that my mouth could reach Daddy's big meat.. As it pushed
past my lips I tasted Daddy's own `goo'. It tasted kind of salty sweet like
the monsters, but slightly different. Daddy didn't produce as much as the
monster did, but I still liked to slurp it down.

Slowly my Daddy was thrusting his huge battering ram of a hot sausage down
into my throat. I started to panic, since I couldn't really breath.

"Breath through your nose, little guy. Just like you did when my monster's
tentacles and thick rod were crammed down there. Taste your new toy like a
good little hungry boy. I always knew you were hungry for big daddy dick. I
bet you didn't even know it, but I did. Feel my big meat push against your
little throat. Don't try to get away, little guy. It's going down there
sooner or later."

I did what I was told and he was able to push another inch in. It was
painful, and I was worried. Once again, I was trapped giving pleasure to a
huge beast that I couldn't control. And once again, amazingly, my little
nub was hard again.

"Open your eyes and use your hands. Look up into my eyes too." Daddy
commanded.

I did what I was told and whimpered around his hard weenie. His weenie was
huge! I hadn't even gotten the whole tip into my mouth! When I was allowed
to bring my hands down and try to grasp his wiener, my hands could barely
touch! It was huge! But I knew my duty. I started to slowly pump his big
sweaty sausage with both my hands absent mindedly while trying to fit the
big spongy tip into my desparate mouth. It's like I didn't even know or
think about what I was doing. It seemed like I was doing a good job because
Daddy smiled and chuckled while looking directly into my eyes. After
another ten minutes of slowly pushing his big weenie into my mouth, he
pulled out. I gave him a quizzical look.

"Time for something different" he said with a smile.

At that he said "jump up here on the shower bench and bend over toward the
wall. Let me see that cute little boychute of yours. I have to make sure
that alllllllll of my monster's good is out of you."  I did what I was
told, bending at the waist so that my little hands could reach the warm
steamy tiles.

Daddy then reached for a tube and squirted something onto his fingers,
which he immediately pushed into my butt. While panting and whimpering, I
could hear daddy slathering the same stuff on to his big daddy cock.

"Can I go to sleep?" I craned my neck up to try and look daddy in the
face. Giving his a worried look. "I'm tired."

"Oh no little guy, we haven't even begun yet" Daddy said with another one
of his big smiles, sticking his big forefinger in my mouth until it filled
it, slowly drawing it in and out again while looking directly into my eyes
and smiling.

He then brought both of his hands down to my hips, pulling my body back to
the edge and then pushed my torso forward, so I was back in position.  With
both of his big strong hands grabbing my little hips, he guided my little
hole to his huge blunt wiener.  Once the tip touched my now swollen hole I
gasped. "Daddy ummm don't please I don't want that in there it's way too
big I want to sleep mister!" I tried to wiggle out of his grip, but his
strength gave me no chance to get away.

At that he said "Don't worry little guy, you're little body was made for
this. It is time for you to learn how to please a man." And at that he
pulled my little body onto his huge pole and I felt my little buttlips get
stretched wide, making me shriek. He quickly put two of his big fingers
back into my mouth, stifling my lustful moans. He kept up the pressure on
my backside until I could feel the head pop inside of me. I squealed around
his fingers as it became very apparent that daddy was going to fill my hole
with his big daddycock.

 The inside of my hole was still slick with the slime from the monster, and
with the goop on Daddy's salty sausage the two lubricants made it somewhat
easier for me to be skewered on his huge stick. My little body shuttered as
my boy hole was so stretched again for the second time that day. Once fully
lodged with its big head inside my hole, daddy pushed on. Using slow
strokes, daddy would push in, then pull out, slowly rocking back and forth,
all the while forcing his big fingers into my mouth, making me moan around
them as his big daddy sausage relentlessly worked its way inside of me.

When daddy would pull out, it would bring my whole body with it, making me
lean back over the edge of the bench. As I would lean back, my body weight
would push even more of daddy's sausage into me. The hot steam of the
shower mixed with the slow slide down on daddy's sausage really made me
hot.

Daddy would occasionally run his big hands up and down my little body,
rubbing my earlobes, reaching below to squeeze my nipples and grab my
skinny hips as he inched his big hot tube inside of me, all the while
humming and sighing his approval. He ran his forefinger and thumb to circle
my nuttsies and erect little nail. He would then squeeze my boy bits and
use it to push his big cock in me even further.

"Good boy" he would say. "Open up your little boy body for me."

After about 20 minutes of slow ups and downs, Daddy pulled me into him
while he thrust his hips forward. At the same time he again filled my mouth
with two of his big thick fingers to stifle my shrieks and whimpers. He
kept on pushing and pushing and pushing. It seemed like he wouldn't let
up. My body was on fire, I was sweating and my whole body ached. I never
thought that someone could fit something so large up their own bottom! But
I couldn't do anything. It seemed as though his weenie would never end!
Once again I was trapped with a big pole up my tiny quivering hole. For the
fourth time tonight I felt another cummy build up through my hairless
body. I was holding on for dear life to the slow ups and downs of my
Daddy's huge wood. The whole time his big pole was rubbing that same spot
inside me that made me go crazy before.

Once he felt like he had pushed in enough, he started slowly pulling out,
slowly moving my body with his hand on my hips, almost all the way to the
tip. And then the whole process began again. As he pushed in the second
time it felt a little easier to take, but it still was painful and caused
me to squirm and moan.

"Don't worry little Mikey, you're not going anywhere. Not until I'm done
with you."

I moaned, thinking how I couldn't do anything but let my Daddy do what he
wanted with my body. I began to realize that I was his little toy to stick
his dick in whenever he wanted. I liked that.

The second time he pushed all the way in I couldn't help myself. My arms
hung down by my ankles and daddy's cock used my body for his pleasure. The
pressure on my back door button caused me to have another earth-shaking boy
sized cummy. My whole body tensed up, closing my eyes and letting out
another low guttural moan. I was milking Daddy's huge pole as I
uncontrollably shuddered and spasmed. Daddy took this as a cue to push down
on my shoulders and push up with his thick rod.

"NGAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH" I shrieked

"That's a good little boy. Scream and shriek for daddy. Show me how much
you need my cock inside of you. You're mine now. Give up your body to
me. Now it's time for me to have my big Daddy fun." I shuddered. I was too
physically spent to resist anything that he wanted to do to me. After
skewering me another couple inches, he slowly pulled up my limp body,
increasing the pace of his thrusts. The thrusts got faster and faster while
his pole went deeper and deeper. I had stopped trying to brace my body
against the wall, and my arms flailed down by my knees.  He started moaning
and sighing.

His thrusts were getting more and more intense, making my body shake. He
put his hands on my little shoulders and started pulling me down and
pushing me up on his hard thick sausage. I was his little boy toy and he
was going to keep his big angry member inside me until he was done. While I
was in pain, one part of me liked it. I liked being used for this big man's
pleasure. He made my tiny nub hard when he put his big sausage in my little
bottom.

Soon he was pushing all the way to until I could feel his big bushy pubes
against my hairless little butt cheeks. Each time he was fully inside of me
he would support my little body by roughly grabbing my nipples and pulling
hard. He would hold my body tight to his, fully impaled on his huge shaft,
while he would repeatedly flex his big cock, making sure I could feel every
inch of his stiffness get rigid inside me.

"Mikey, bring your hand down to your stomach, that's it. Feel the outline
of my big daddy dick inside you. It is tickling your belly button, but from
the inside."

Through the fog of lust and pleasure-pain I reached up to run my hand up
below my belly button. I could feel the stiff outline off daddy's thick
shaft in my stomach, forcefully rearranging my guts to accommodate its
girth. I just moaned. I realized that I didn't even need to hold myself up
against the wall any more, as daddy's big cock was holding my body up.

"It'sssssoooobiiiiiiiiigggg daddyyyy."

Daddy chuckled, "I know buddy. You will get used to it. My cock is the
perfect size for your little seven year old body. Hairless little boys like
you need to understand the power of a man's cock. It is good for them. You
will see."

 Then he pulled all the way out until he just had his big blunt tip was
inside my hole and then quickly thrusted all the way back in, repeating the
process over and over again.

He then pulled all the way out of me, leaving me confused and panting. He
turned me around, picked me up so that my arms were wrapped around his neck
and my body was pressed onto his hairy chest. He then placed his big daddy
dick again at my sore, hairless hole. I had no energy left in me to resist
as my body slowly sank down, impaling itself on the huge stick. I groaned
with lust as I felt daddy's thick weenie again slip deeper into me, inch by
inch. He then pressed my back up against the shower room wall, pushing all
the way in, then slowly pulling out until only the head was lodged inside
of me.

This long dicking lasted another 15 minutes before he sped up his pace and
then shouted "Ohhhhh yesss" and pumped a huge load into me, causing me to
have my FIFTH dry cummy for the night. Just yesterday I had never
experienced so much intense pleasure as experiencing a cummy but now I had
had 5!

As I sank down onto his huge daddy dick his mouth covered mine and his big
tongue was stuffed into my little mouth.

"You have been a good little boy, Mikey. This is what good little boys do
for big men like me. What do you say after a big man puts their big sausage
into your little boy body?" Daddy asked, holding me tight to his body.

"thanks?" I asked

"Yes, that's right, little boy. Every time a big man puts his big man cock
inside of you, you must say thank you. So say it."

"Thanks daddy." I sighed, still fully impaled on daddy's now softening
weenie.

"For what, little boy?"

"Stuffing my bottom with your big pole!" I exclaimed

"Now say it all in one go. Tell me how much you enjoyed my cock."

"Mmmmnggggghhhhh daddy, thank you so much for stuffing my little silly boy
hole with your big man sausage. It made me feel so gooooood and made me
have lots of cummies." I said, squirming and wiggling my body on his big
pole with my eyes closed.

"Good boy. Little silly boys always need to show their appreciation for all
the work that their big daddies do. Got it?

I could barely make a noise I was so tired. I could only groan "yssssssss"

Daddy pushed me up against the wall, using his still semi rigid pole inside
of me to grind my frame into the tile, saying "What was that? Open your
eyes when you are talking to me!"

"Uhh yes daddy thank youuuuuu" I said, looking directly into his big manly
eyes.

"Good little boy. Now it's time to clean you up and put you to bed."

He then lifted me up a little bit, allowing his deflating daddy sausage
from my now completely ravaged boychute, making a big plop sound as it
slipped out. I dreamily watched as he quickly reached for an object that
was high up in the shower.

"We can't have you lose any of my big daddy cum that I put inside you.  You
need my cum to stay inside of your little boy body all the time. It is good
for you, do you understand?"

Before I could say anything daddy pushed a large, smooth butt plug into my
little boy hole. It made me pant and squeak as the biggest part of it
pushed past my weakened sphincter. It felt really big, like wider around
than daddy's thick cock. "Daaaadddyyyyyyy" was all I could moan, arching my
back with my hands still up against the shower wall.

Daddy just chuckled as he turned me around, so that I was facing him. "Get
on your knees, boy. It's time to clean my cock." I did what I was told, and
sat up on my knees on the shower bench with the butt plug lodged deep
inside me. My position put my little mouth within reach of daddy's now
deflated weenie. I was amazed at how big it still was. Daddy reached out
with one hand to keep my head in place as he used the other to place his
semi deflated tube directly into my `o' shaped lips. I used my tongue to
lap up the last drops of daddy milk that dribbled out of his big stalk. I
brought both of my hands up to grip the base, keeping it steady. I made
sure to run my little tongue up and down daddy's shaft.

As daddy held my head filled with his cock he said, "That's a good boy,
Mikey. Every time I put something into your butt, you need to clean it with
your mouth after. You can never, I mean never, leave an object dirty after
it has been inside you. It is your duty as a good little boy to make sure
that a man's cock, or anything else he uses to stuff your little boybutt is
fully cleaned. And the only way that a little boy can clean a man's cock is
with his little mouth. Do you understand?"

I nodded my filled mouth up and down while peering up at daddy from below.

"Good, now get off the bench."

I awkwardly got up and stepped down from the bench. It was weird since the
big butt plug was pushing at my insides, making me feel good and
stuffed. Daddy went back to wash my body again, taking every opportunity he
could to tweak and twist the plug as he made sure my body was nice and
clean. Soon after he turned off the water and the steam opening up the
glass door to step out of the shower.

He took a big towel from the cupboard and dried me off completely, paying
extra attention to rub and squeeze my little boy bits and tiny hard
nipples. He reached into another cabinet, pulling out a little smooth
clamshell object that I had never seen before and what looked like a strip
of fabric. He stretched the fabric wide then put it around my neck. It was
baby blue and felt it was part of my swimteam swimsuit, the way it clung to
my skin so tightly.

"Mikey, this is the first part of your new uniform. You will wear this
collar at all times. I am the only one who can take it off. It is made of
lycra and has sensors all on the inside. It reads your temperature, heart
rate, and it also has a little sensor that shows me where you are at all
times, among lots of other really cool features. It also can also help
punish you if you have been a bad boy." Professor said as he adjusted the
collar so a little black square piece within the lycra band aligned to the
back of my neck. "Only I can turn it on or off, see? It is controlled by my
fingerprint and my cellphone." He then placed his pinky finger on the
square. The whole collar vibrated strongly, which made me gasp. After the
vibration the collar got noticeably tighter. I quickly reached up with both
of my hands up to the collar, not knowing what to do.

Daddy squatted down in front of me, looking directly into my eyes while
slowly bring both of my hands down to my sides. "Don't worry bud, it's not
going to hurt you, it's just getting adjusted to your size."

I could still breathe, and it didn't hurt, but now there was no way I could
forget it was there.  I watched as the professor then brought his phone to
the back of my neck, taking a picture and then typing something into his
phone.

"How does that feel, Mikey?" The professor asked, running both of his big
hands along my neck and back.

"It's kind of tight, daddy." I said with a little concern in my voice.

"Well Mikey, it is supposed to be. We don't want it coming off now do we?"
The professor chuckled, giving both of my little nipples a hard twist with
his big rough fingers.

I shrieked in surprise at the sudden pleasure from my nipples, clenching my
little buttcheeks, which drew up the big buttplug that was still inside my
bottom. The pressure against my boy button again made my little weenie
hard, to the dismay of the professor. He quickly grabbed both of my little
nutsies in one hand and squeezed hard, eliciting another shriek, but this
time out of pain, which caused my weenie to quickly go soft again.

He then took the little baby blue clam shell object and then went down on
one knee in front of me, looking me directly in the eye.

"This is the most important part of your new uniform as a good little
boy. Do you understand?" Daddy asked incredulously, looking at me in the
eyes. Before I could say anything he stuck two of his big fingers into my
open, surprised mouth, bringing my head up and down, to make it seem as if
I was nodding my head up and down.

"Good" He smiled.

Without saying another word, he took my little flaccid nub and tiny
nuttsies with his big manly fingers, placing all of my boy bits into the
light blue plastic contraption. It fit tightly around my genitals,
restricting any movement and squishing my little nub so it faced down. He
then snapped it shut, prohibiting any access to my little nub or
nuttsies. Daddy then pulled out what I thought looked like a tiny metal
rod, placing it in the contraption, turning it a couple rotations as I
looked down in wonder.

I stared down as daddy pulled out his cell phone, waving it over my new
device, typing something into his phone. Whatever he did lightly vibrated
the collar around my neck and the matching baby blue device around my
little boybits. I let out a surprised sigh and looked down to see that a
tiny portion of the device was now lit up. Daddy then took his pinky finger
and pressed it into the small square pad until the lights on the device
turned red. I then felt increasing pressure around different parts of my
enclosed weenie and nuttsies. I winced, shifting my weight from foot to
foot.

"Wha what is that, daddy?" I asked, in awe of the thing that now controlled
my little weenie.

"Well, little boy, is called a boy lock, or a chastity device. Boy locks go
around little boy's boy bits to help make them into good, obedient boys. It
is now locked onto you and can't be take off without my fingerprint and a
code from my cell phone. It is also connected to your boy collar. You will
keep it on until I tell you, and if I catch you trying to take it off, you
will be punished. There is no reason that you would need to take it off,
anyway. There is a little hole at the bottom that you can pee out of. Why
don't you feel it with your fingers."

Daddy had reached behind me, grabbing the rubber butt plug that still
inside my bottom, and slowly twisted it, making me mew and squeak with
confused pleasure. As he was doing this I brought my little hands down to
my crotch, feeling the smooth baby blue plastic that now restricted my
nubs. The contraption completely cancelled out all feeling of my
genitals. Out of curiosity, I placed one my little fingers on the pad that
daddy had used. ZZZZD!!!!!!!!! I felt a sharp electric surge all around my
genitals and my neck! I shrieked! The little thing had zapped me!

I quickly lost balance and put both of my hands on daddy's shoulders,
looking at daddy as if I was about to cry.

"It's ok buddy, it won't punish you if you don't try to take it off."
Ruffling my hair with his big strong hand.

"But I didn't try to take it off! I just wanted to touch it!" I complained.

"Well then, if you don't want that to happen again, don't touch it! Promise
me you will never try to touch your boy lock" Daddy said sternly.

"OK daddy, I promise never to touch my boy lock." I said, defeated by a
tiny piece of plastic.

"Good boy." Daddy replied, quickly giving the big butt plug one last turn
before he let go.

 He then pulled out what I thought was a new swim suit from my school swim
team. It was light blue lycra with `good boy' written in red and black down
each side. Daddy then got out the Vaseline from the cupboard and unfolded
the swim suit. What? There was a big thick black sausage sticking up from
the inside of my swimsuit! Daddy opened up the container of Vaseline and
slathered some on the swim suit's thick member.

I was really confused so I asked "wwwhat is that?" "why is there that black
weenie coming up from my swim suit?"

"Well little Mikey, his name is Big Mr. Black, and he is a boy trainer,
because he goes up little boy's bottoms, just like yours. Come over and say
hi to Mr. Black." Daddy said with his same broad smile, putting one of his
big meaty hands on my chubby backside, gently pulling me towards `him'.

"Hello Mr. Black." I sleepily said, staring at the black rubber weiner. It
was big and smooth, just like Daddy's weenie, but smaller in length, even
though it got wider at the bottom, only to be tapered at the base. It even
had a little hole at the tip, like a real weenie!  At the base in small red
letters it said `boy trainer' just to get the point across.

"Big Mr. Black is a professional boy trainer. He trains silly little boys
like you to become good little obedient boys. You must obey everything he
tells you to do, and never, EVER, try to pull him out before he's
ready. He's here to train you. He can make you feel good, but more
importantly he will train you and will punish you if you've been a bad
little boy. He can do lots of cool things, like twist around and squirt
your insides with important medicine, too. He takes orders from me so if
you disobey me you will be punished by both me AND Big Mr. Black. He will
train you 24 hours a day.  Got it?"

"Ohhh OK, I think so." I said, shivering at the thought of that big object
going inside my bottom, absentmindedly reaching towards my hole which was
already filled with daddy's plug.

"So then say it." Daddy said, running his big hand under my chin.  "Say
what??" I asked, suddenly scared that I'd done something wrong.

"Tell Mr. Black that you want him to train you, and that you promise to
ALWAYS obey him."  Daddy then rested his hand on the back of my neck and
put the freshly greased large black boy intruder right in front of my face.

I thought it was weird that my new daddy wanted me to talk to all these new
things that he was making me wear, but I didn't say anything. I just took a
deep breath and said "Hello Mr. Black. Please can you train me to be good
little boy? I want you to train my bottom like my Daddy said. I will always
do what you say and will never disobey you."

"Good. That's good enough. Now step into Mr. Black's legholes." Daddy
ordered as he put it on the floor.

I put both feet in the foot holes as my Daddy slowly pulled up the light
blue suit by its top. I felt the thick rubbery material stretch around my
calves and thighs. Once he got to a little below my knees I felt Mr. Black
poking my already full little boychute. "Tiger, push out like you need to
poop."

Daddy then took the plug that was in my butt, and quickly yanked it out,
causing me to shriek. Daddy quickly shoved the plug that had just been up
my butt into my gaping mouth. "Use your hands to keep this in your mouth,
make sure to clean it with that little eager tongue of yours." With both of
my hands I grabbed the plug, trying to fit it all into my mouth.  I
stretched my mouth as wide as I could but I couldn't fit my teeth around
the widest part. It tasted weird, kind of like the monsters goo, and also
kind of creamy. I continued to lick the smooth black surface as I felt
Mr. Black's blunt tip touch my slippery, puffy hole.

Daddy then told me to flex my butt muscles again, slowly pulling up the
lycra swim suit over my boylock, all the way up past my belly button. The
whole time Mr. Black was entering my hole. I could feel the hard object
push against my slick sore entrance, slowly increasing my discomfort and
pleasure. I could feel the wide base stretch my sore hole even further. I
shivered. I pulled the plug out of my mouth to mutter "mmmmmmmmissstttter
Mr. Black" as I closed my eyes and breathed deep. Daddy didn't like that,
brusquely shoving the big black plug back into my mouth.

"Don't take that out of your mouth until I tell you, boy. Use your tongue
and clean it like a good little boy." Daddy growled. I did what was I told.

He then took the top of the lycra suit and yanked it up even farther,
picking me up off the ground, just to make sure that Mr. Black was as far
up my tight boychute as he could be. I squirmed in mid-air, having my
bottom plowed again by another large thick object.

It felt weird. The shiny thick lycra clung tight to my skin. I realized
that it must not have been my swim suit, since it felt a lot tighter and
thicker on my chubby thighs and tummy, and it stretched tightly over my new
plastic cage that kept little nub small and soft. The suit went all the way
up past my belly button and all of the way half way down my thighs. At
first it was kind of hard to breathe since it was so tight but I got used
to it. Daddy bent down and ran both of his hands over my bottom and crotch,
smiling his big smile, "you like that little guy? How does it feel to have
Big Mr. Black up inside you?" at that he reached between my legs underneath
my weenie and pushed against my hole, pushing him in deeper inside of me
all the while looking directly into my eyes.

All I could do was roll my eyes back into my head as I continued to lick
and suck on the butt plug that had just been inside of me.  My legs felt
weak.

"That's enough cleaning little guy. What do you say to the plug for filling
you up?" Daddy said as he pulled the plug from my mouth, taking it from my
little hands, holding it up to my face.

"Thanks Mr. Buttplug for filling me up so nicely. You made me feel
reallllly good and full."

"Good boy, Mikey. Lets put Mr. Buttplug in the sink."

 All this attention on my little rump had really exhausted me so I put both
of my hands on Daddy's shoulders to steady myself. I then tried taking a
step to the door. It felt so weird having Mr. B deep inside of me. No
matter what I did, Mr. Black was there, pushing on my boy button and
causing so much pleasure. My little nail tried to get hard, but the
confines of the baby blue chastity device kept it soft. When I took a
couple steps, he moved and wobbled around inside, pushing on different
parts of my insides, causing me lots of pleasure, which made my nub ache a
little as it pressed against the plastic.

Once again, daddy pressed his finger into part of the lycra and took a
photo with his phone, causing the whole thing to vibrate and constrict
itself around my abdomen and thighs, tightening then releasing 3
times. Then I felt Mr. Black himself slowly increase in size and slowly
twist its shape and vibrate. I breathed deep and wiggled my body, unsure of
what to do with myself.

"Now Mr. Black is awake. He is getting to know your body so he can better
train you. He wants to get to know allllllll about you, but that will have
to wait until later. Got it?"

I shrugged, completely bewildered by the new sensations that were coming
from all the new clothing daddy had given me. It was as if I wasn't allowed
to think for myself anymore. All the new vibrations felt good, but I was a
little worried at the prospect of being completely controlled by all of
daddy's new devices.

"Let's review, little guy. Go Look at yourself in the mirror and tell me
about your uniform and why you need to wear it."

I sleepily turned around to see myself, with the tight blue collar around
my neck and the thick baby blue suit covering my middle. Daddy got on his
knees behind me, running his hands up and down my lycra covered thighs and
butt.

I reached up and pointed at the tight material around my neck. "This is my
boy collar. It can tell my temperature and it also has a thingy that lets
you know where I am all the time." I looked at Daddy through the mirror for
approval.

"And?" Daddy said, reaching around to grope my little crotch.

"Aaaaand it can punish me if I'm being a bad little boy." I said, worried
about the power it had over my body.

"Good. Now tell me about your boylock."

"I wear my boylock because it keeps my little weenie soft. I need to wear
it every day so that I can focus on being a good little boy for my daddy."
"Oh, and it can also punish me if I've been a bad little boy too."

"Good, Mikey. And what do good little boys do?" Daddy said, gently
squeezing my butt cheeks with his big fingers.

"Good little boys always put stuff up their butts and suck on big daddy
weenies. Good little boys always say thank you when they have their
boybuttons pushed and their boychutes stuffed, and always clean big daddy
weenies with their mouths after they have been up their butts."

"Good boy Mikey! You're right! Now tell me about Mr. Black."

"Mr. Black is a professional boy trainer that makes sure that silly little
boys become good, obedient boys. He fills up little boy butts to make sure
that they are doing what they are supposed to. He can also squirt special
medicine up inside me to make me the best that I can be. Aaaaaaand he can
punish me if I've been bad." I let out a big sigh, smiling as I looked at
daddy.

"Good boy Mikey."

"Who is the boss, Mikey?"

"You are daddy."

"Who controls this little body of yours?"

"You do daddy."

"And?"

"And Mr. Black controls my little body daddy. He can make me feel good if I
have been a good boy, but he can punish me if I have been bad."

"Great!" Daddy said, ruffling my hair and pulling me into a big warm hug.

"You're going to sleep in my bed tonight little guy." At that, he picked me
up as if I was as light as a feather and took me up to his part of the
house. The whole time I was in his arms one hand was gently pushing at my
hole through the thick baby blue material in a slow but forceful rhythm,
causing me to quietly moan and sigh in time. Once we got to his room he had
me stand by the bed while he got something from a big shopping bag. "Here,
I'll help you put this on. This is also part of your new uniform" as he
pulled out a bright red piece of cloth.

He put it on the ground in front of him as he sat on the bed. I put my
hands on his knees as he threaded my stout little legs into the leg
holes. They were bright red footie thermal jammies, with thick white
collars around the neck, wrists, and ankles, with a white zipper that ran
down the back, along with a little zippered butt flap. It looked to me like
it a couple sizes too small and abnormally thick. But Daddy knew best. As
daddy pulled it up over my little legs it clung to my skin. It was a thick
stretchy material that I hadn't felt before. They were thicker and warmer
than any other pajamas I had ever had and so much more stretchy. It felt I
was wearing three pairs of thick soft wool socks, but all over my body.

It was so tight and warm, and it felt good. While Daddy was pulling them up
onto my legs I noticed that they had extra padding around the knees. Daddy
made sure to pull on the legs until my feet fit snuggly in their warm
confines. It was like I was wearing extra thick tights, which felt so
good. Once he pulled them up to my waist Daddy dug around for a little tube
that was located in my crotch of my jammies, bringing it to his mouth to
get it wet before threading it through a small hole in Mr. Black's front
and pushing up into the only hole in my boylock. It went right up into my
trapped weenie! I shrieked at the sudden intrusion. Daddy gave me a
menacing look and wrapped his huge arm around my torso, keeping me in place
while he continued to thread the tube up into my pee hole.

"Unggggghhhhh Daddddddyyyyyyyy" I groaned. "Why are you putting that in my
weenie?"

"Shhhh, I'll show you once I get you all zipped up."

I whined as daddy continued to push the thin tube into my body. It felt so
weird, but it kind of felt good, once again making my weenie try to get
hard. Eventually daddy pushed the whole tube into me. It seemed that the
tube was part of my pajamas or something because when it was all inside of
me, I couldn't even tell that there was a tube and the pajamas were tight
against my boylock.  Once the tube was fully inside of me he brought the
jammies up to my tummy, pulling them up by the back, making sure there was
no slack left in my legs.

"Put your arms in the arm holes." Daddy said as he held the top part of the
red suit in front of me.

Like on my legs, the pajamas were abnormally thick and very tight, even
though they were very stretchy and didn't constrict any movement. When I
put my hands into them I immediately noticed something was
different. Instead of the arms ending with a hole like a normal shirt, they
ended with little finger holes, like two little gloves. But when I put my
fingers into the finger holes the gloves forced my little hands into fists
around a sort of squishy ball in the center. I tried extending my fingers,
but the pajamas wouldn't allow it. I looked down at both my hands, which
had now turned into little bright red balls that extended from the thick
white wrist bands around both of my wrists. Daddy then made sure to pull
the slack out of the arms, pulling my hands further into the constricting
ball like endings.

"Aren't these cool? See, now you can't use your hands." Daddy chuckled.

I tried as hard as I could to open my hands around in their soft but tight
confines, but there was no chance. I turned my head around to give daddy a
concerned look.

"B-b-but I want to use my hands, daddy." I mumbled, feeling my tightly
covered chest with my cloth covered fists.

"Not tonight, little guy. Anyways, what do you need your hands for, you're
about to go to sleep!"  Daddy said matter of factly, smiling while rubbing
both of my earlobes with his big fingers.

He slowly ran the white zipper up from the small of my back, causing me to
feel the thick fabric pull tight all over my chest and erect little
nipples. It seemed that there was a different material located around my
little nipples, like a slightly stiffer cloth or something. It coarsely
rubbed against my two little nipples, making to let out a quick breath of
air. It definitely felt great. Then daddy zipped it up all the way up to my
neck over the vibrating collar, forming a thick tight white choke collar
right under my chin. Since I was a little over weight, the cloth was tight
on my body all over, especially my tummy, legs, my round rump and the
little mound where the boylock was.  He then buttoned the protective cloth
tightly over the zipper on the back of my neck so the zipper couldn't come
loose in the night. I could feel him touch the top of the zipper with his
pinky finger and I could hear him take another photo with his camera. After
that it seemed as if my pajamas `turned on.'

First I could feel the whole suit become tighter around my body, and then
slowly relaxing, only to do that three more times. It was as if the pajamas
were calibrating their tightness specifically to my little pudgy
body. Afterwards a tingling sensation started around my neck, then it
slowly worked down my spine until it reached my boy hole and forced
Mr. Black and the device wrapped around my weenie and nutsies to vibrate
strongly three times, making me gasp. The tingly feelings then slowly
spread down the back of both of my legs to my tightly covered feed,
creating a tingling, almost vibrating sensation on the soles of both of my
feet.

Daddy turned me around so I was facing him. "How does that feel? Aren't
these new jammies cool?" He asked as he ran his hand over my nipples, down
my tummy, and then cupped my boylock. Daddy's hand felt so good on my body,
as if my new jammies were magnifying his touch against my skin.

"Daddy it feels really good." I cooed, pushing my little body into his big
hand.

"One last thing little guy." My Daddy said as he pulled out some other
equipment.

As he said this I moved around in my new pajamas so I could look at myself
in Daddy's full length mirror. I looked like a little red elf. I saw that
my pajamas had a thick hood with cute little animal ears bunched up at the
back of my neck. My whole body was wrapped tightly in the warm cloth, I
couldn't get away from it. You could see the outline of the thick lycra
swim suit under the even thicker red pajamas. I ran my fists over my tummy
and poked the spot where my tiny weenie usually was. It was weird how the
boylock prohibited me from feeling anything down there. There were no extra
creases in my pajamas, and I mean you could see every curve of my body. It
was almost as if I was naked, but if fact my body was wrapped up in an
incredibly thick, tight, bright red material. The whole time my jammies
were giving off tingling sensations all over my body, causing incredible
sensations all over. I smiled at all the new pleasure I was feeling.

Daddy watched me touching myself and chuckled. I again ran my fists up my
body to the thick tight collar around my neck to see if I could somehow
loosen the tight grip it had on my throat. But my little balled up hands
were no match for the tight stretchy material, which formed a soft but firm
choke collar around my neck.

The professor chuckled. "Don't worry bud, there's no way you can get out of
those. Those onesies are especially designed to keep silly little boys like
you warm and controlled. Only I can take them off. But you can try all you
want," the professor chuckled.

"Oh no Daddy, I've never had such nice and warm jammies, they make me feel
good all over!" I giggled, wiggling my little bottom, loving how tight my
new jammies covered my chubby little frame.

Daddy came up from behind me to look at me in the mirror, bending me over
at the waist and running his hands around my groin and up and down my
clothed crack, giving me tingles all over.

"Come over here Mikey, let me show you all the cool things your new uniform
can do!" The professor said, bringing his big hand to the back of my neck,
guiding me to a corner of his bedroom. I waddled over to what seemed like
large box mounted on the wall with a long skinny black tube wrapped up on a
hook.

"Bring your wrists together, buddy"

As I did, daddy got down on one knee and unsnapped a little white snap on
my left wrist that I hadn't noticed before. He then looped the snap into a
little wring on my right wrist, snapping my two wrists together. "Try and
move your wrists" Daddy said as he smiled, reaching between my legs to
gently rub my crotch and press against my rubber filled boyhole.

I tried to separate my wrists as hard as I could, but the snap was too
strong. I gave the professor a defeated look. "I can't daddy, it's too
strong."

Daddy chuckled as he gave an approving look at my tied up wrists, running
his big strong hands up and down my thighs. "That's okay, Mikey. Good
little boys love to be nice and tied up. Are you a good little boy?" The
professor said with concerned stare, running his big thumb over crotch.

"ummm I think so daddy" I muttered, unsure of my new situation. I didn't
know if I liked being so tied up, but if it made daddy happy, I guess it
made me happy too.

"Don't worry, little guy, you will soon learn to obey. It is always
important for good little boys to obey their big daddies. Here, let me show
you something cool. Squeeze your right hand as hard as you can."

I did what I was told, and I immediately felt the sharp sensation of my new
jammies squeezing my right nipple. "unggggghhh daddy my jammies are
squeezing my nipple!!" I shreaked, again surprised by the power of my new
pajamas. It was like my jammies new exactly where to touch me to make me
feel good!

"That's right, tiger. That's what they are supposed to do. Now squeeze your
left fist." I did, and the same thing happened to my left nipple! I
squealed as I stood up on my tippie toes while the sharp pleasure raked
through my body.

"Now squeeze both of your fists at the same time." I did, and WOW, my
jammies squeezed both of my nipples while both the collar around my neck
and big Mr. Black vibrated strongly inside my boychute, with my boylock
squeezing my boy bits. "Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa" was all I could say as the
sudden onslaught of pleasure made my knees buckle, falling face first into
Daddy's strong embrace.

Daddy chuckled, wrapping his arms around me in a tight warm hug. "I can
tell you liked that, little guy."

I could only mumble and hum as daddy's big hands massaged and kneaded my
rubber filled bottom.

"Alright, Mikey. It's time to get you ready for bed."

He then brought me back to my feet, positioning me so I was directly under
the box and facing the wall. He reached up and pulled a cord from the box
on the wall with a little metal hook on it. Daddy then snapped the hook
around the white snap that connected my two wrists. Positioning me under
the box, daddy brought my wrists high above my head. He then pushed a
button on the box which kept all the slack of the line, keeping my arms in
place high above me. He then uncoiled the black tube, bringing it down
behind me. Because of my restrained position, I couldn't see what he was
doing, but felt him poking around my crotch from behind, right below my
plastic encased nuttsies. I then heard a light click as he attached the
tube to my pajamas. Immediately I felt a strong vibration come from
Mr. Black.

"Whhhat are you doing daddy? I asked with my hands tied above my head and
Mr. Black gently vibrating and changing shape inside of me.

"Well, little guy, this is going to help you pee. When I plug this tube
into your pajamas, Mr. Black knows to push against your little bladder in a
way that forces you to empty it completely. I don't want you wetting the
bed tonight!"

"Mr. Black can even make me pee?" I asked.

"Yep, little guy. Mr. Black can make you pee, and do lots of other fun
stuff. Just you wait!" Daddy said, pushing a button on the box.

The box above my head then began to hum while Mr. Black expanded, pushing
on a different place inside me. I groaned, wriggling my restrained body as
I immediately felt the strong urge to pee. I whimpered.

"See? Mr. Black can make you do all sorts of things. Right now he wants you
to wee wee as much as you can. Don't be afraid, boy, obey Mr. Black and
push. He knows what's best for you."

I grunted as I felt my pee flow uncontrollably out of me, into the tube
that daddy had threaded through my boylock up inside my weenie. It felt so
weird, with my hands tied above my head as I peed into the tube. The whole
time daddy was rubbing and massaging me while keeping me firmly in
place. After about a minute of peeing, I felt that I was empty. The box
beeped and I felt Mr. Black move back to his normal position.

"See? Mr. Black knows when you are empty. He's getting to know all about
you, Mikey. From now on, this is how you will go to the bathroom." The
professor said as he unhooked the clip to my wrists. The cord automatically
recoiled into the box as I brought my hands down to rest. The professor
then wrapped his big arms around me from behind, rubbing his rough stubbly
face against my ear. He then took each my little fists into each of his
hands, roughly squeezing them.

My head shot up to the ceiling as once again Mr. Black and the collar
around my neck roughly vibrated my whole body. This time daddy nibbled on
my ear, gruffly whispering "good boy. Feel the power of Mr. Black inside
you." He quickly squeezed both of my fists twice more, eliciting the same
explosions of pleasure in rapid succession.

"UNGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHH DADDDYYYYYYY" I squealed, unable to defend my body
against my new jammies that were squeezing me and vibrating all over.

 He then ran his hands up and down my sides, bringing my tied up hands
above my head, which he then took into one of his hands and lead me back to
the bed.

 I felt wobbly and lightheaded from all the new sensations I had felt
tonight. I had to lean over against the bed to help me stay standing. I
liked how I felt. No matter where I moved, the pajamas clung to me and the
big boy intruder pushed up against my little boy button. I was in
heaven. Then my big Daddy ran his hand up my legs to my butt and
aggressively pushed against my hole. "ngggghh" was all I could say before
as my chest was pressed against the side of the bed. Daddy's large,
forceful fingers snaked under my butt, easily lifting my whole body on to
the bed. I shuddered as I felt the continued pressure on my boychute, which
he used to push my whole body to the middle of the bed. He then flipped me
over so I was facing the ceiling. While looking directly into my eyes, he
then lifted both of my red little legs above my head and with his shoulders
keeping them in place, he was able to put his face right on top of mine.

He started kissing me on the mouth, filling up my mouth with his big
tongue. He then grabbed both of my tied wrists, pushing the above my head,
forcing his tongue even farther down my throat, while repeatedly squeezing
my fists to create shockwaves pleasure that ravaged my tiny frame. All I
could do was shriek and whimper as daddy forced his big tongue into my
panting mouth. After 10 minutes of me sucking on his big tongue while his
big body covered mine, he slowly stood up, smiling down at me. "Good little
boys love it when I force my tongue in their mouths. You're a good little
boy, right?"

All I could do was sleepily nod my head up and down. My little body was so
tired from all the pressure on my little boy button and my cummies that I
had experienced I couldn't do anything but accept whatever Daddy wanted to
do to me. I awkwardly sat up on the big bed as Daddy brought a big bag out
of his closet.

"I don't want you snoring tonight so you are going to have to wear
this. It's called a boy silencer, because when little boys wear it, they
can't make annnnnyyyy noise." The professor chuckled as he pulled out a
bright orange ball with a rubber strap on it.

I saw that the little orange ball had SILENT in big black letters written
on one side. I nervously looked up at Daddy and whined, "but Daddy I don't
think I snore."

"That's what they all say silly. Here, open your mouth as wide as you can."

As I did, the Daddy placed the big orange ball in my mouth and then
tightened the rubber strap behind my head. I couldn't make a sound! I tried
talking but nothing but quiet moans and squeaks came out!!

Daddy ran both of his hands across my chest pinching my little nipples as
hard as he could. I whimpered but I literally couldn't make a noise.

"See? You can struggle all you want, but the silencer helps you keep you
nice and quiet."

Daddy then made a funny face as he then grabbed my hips and started to
pinch my sides, tickling me. I started giggling but couldn't breathe that
well since the big ball in my mouth was blocking the air. Daddy wouldn't
take his hands off me, and I couldn't stop giggling. I was in heaven. He
tickled and touched every part of my body, even tossing me up into the air
and then catching me in his big strong arms. No matter where I went on the
bed Big Mr. Black was still deep inside me, giving me endless amounts of
pleasure while the boylock around my weenie and nuttsies kept my boybits
completely soft. The tickling and pinching went on for a while, and all the
movement made me hot and sweaty inside my tight new jammies. When Daddy was
done having fun with my body, he laid back, pulling me up onto his big
chest, letting me rest my little sweaty head and chubby little belly on his
broad muscled chest. He tightly wrapped one of his big strong arms around
my torso while the other found my little crack and slowly but rhythmically
pushed against Mr. Black. I started to hump Daddy's big chest in time with
Mr. Black thrusts while moaning "Mph mph mph". It felt so good to try to
rub my boylock against his enormous muscled chest.

"That's it, little guy, feel Mr. Black inside of you. Accept him inside
that tight little body of yours. You can't escape him, don't try to hide
how much you love the feeling of being fully stuffed with Mr. Black's thick
black rubber sausage. You can't get away, buddy, so you need to focus on
being a good little boy."

At that Daddy picked me up and carefully placed me on one side of the
bed. He then told me to put both of my hands above my head towards the bed
frame. Out of nowhere he produced another cord that was tied to the bed
frame, which he hooked on to the connecting piece between my wrists. I
couldn't move my hands!! What was Daddy doing? Why was he tying me up? He
then moved down to my ankles, where he used another small snap in my thick
jammies to snap my ankles together. I now couldn't separate my legs either!

He then positioned me on my back, with my hands stretched above my head. He
then sat, his big frame straddling my chubby little legs, peering down at
my tied up little body. He ran his hands all over me, sighing and looking
up into my eyes. "You've been a good boy Mikey. You've been a real good
boy. I'm sorry if I was little rough with you in the shower today, but good
little boys always need to learn how to please big men like me. And
sometimes learning how to do that is hard. It's very important that you
give me your body when I ask for it, whenever or in whatever way. I don't
ask much Mikey, only for you to make me feel good, that's all. And in turn,
I will make you feel good. Remember how good you felt when that big
tentacle was up your little bottom? Or how I made you have your little boy
cummy with my fingers in the shower? I can make you feel good, Mikey, as
long as you do exactly what I say and when I say it." As he was saying this
he was running his big hands over my little chest, pinching and pulling at
my nipples through my tight pajama suit.

I sleepily moaned and nodded my head. "Good. I always knew you were a good
little horny boy." After that he got off my legs, and stood up beside the
bed. While looking into my eyes, he reached for my crotch and started
groping my little mound where my boylock rested, while also running his
finger along my crack and pushing against my hole, gingerly pushing against
my plug. I whimpered into my silencer.

"This, all this" he said as he caressed body, "is now mine. You don't
decide how I play with you, only I do.  You need to work hard to be a good
little boy. Mr. Black's big rubber sausage and I will help you become one,
but you need to obey everything that we tell you. OK?"

I shook my head quickly and groaned ok into my silencer. "Good."

Daddy then pulled out an ipad from his night stand . He said "you see this,
Mikey? This lets me tell Mr. Black and your new uniform how I want them to
train you. When I turn it on, Mr. Black will start your training. See?"

At that, Daddy typed into the glowing screen and immediately Mr. Black and
my little cock cage vibrated strongly. And I thought Mr. Black was already
training me! The new sensations made me wriggle and whine, but I was so
tied up I couldn't move much. The rumbling lasted about 5 seconds and then
stopped. Then I could feel Mr. Black's weenie start to vibrate at different
parts of my butt, starting with a strong burst at the base of Mr. Black's
weenie, then burst by burst the vibrations slowly moved deeper inside of me
until the tip of Mr. Black's big sausage vibrated deep in my tummy. The
vibrations slowly moved back to the base till, vibrating strongly at every
inch that was in my bottom. Then Mr. Black's entire sausage vibrated
strongly 5 separate times.  I whimpered into my ball.

"That is just Mr. Black saying hello. He wants to get to know your little
boyhole, Mikey. Why don't you say hello to big Mr. Black?"

"mgggghhhhhhhhhhhhh" was all I could mumble.

"Good boy, Mikey. Mr. Black wants to show you some of the cool things he
can do."

Daddy then typed some things into his ipad. I immediately felt Mr. Black
start to move, slowly twisting and vibrating inside of me. I couldn't
believe it! It felt so good! I tried to move, but of course I was tied up
and therefore just had to take it. Daddy then showed me his ipad. There was
a glowing bar with the numbers 1-10 on it, with the number two glowing
bright. He then looked at me with a mischievous smirk and pushed the number
6.

"NGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG" I shrieked, thrashing my body
left and right and arching my back. Mr. Black was twisting and turning and
vibrating all at the same time along with my boylock! I felt unimaginable
amounts of pleasure rake through my body as I closed my eyes and curled my
toes. I felt as if I was going to have another cummy, like soooooo close
but then it all stopped. Daddy peered down at me with a look of concern.

"Are you alright?"

I quickly shook my head up and down, trying to smile at my daddy. He then
brought the bright bar down to number two.

The professor laughed. "Good boy! I'm glad you liked that. Mr. Black can
make you feel good, but only if you are a good boy. Now remember what
happened when you touched your boylock when you weren't supposed to?" I
mumbled and slowly moved my head up and down. "Your boylock punished
you. Well Mr. Black can do the same, if he or I decide that you are being a
bad boy. Now I want to show you what it is like to be punished by
Mr. Black, just so that what it feels like, so you never disobey either of
us. Ok?"

My eyes got big as I remembered how much the shock around my nuttsies had
hurt. I didn't want daddy to show me again, but I didn't have a choice. I
simply grunted.

"Okay, little guy. Here it goes."

ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ ZZZZZZZZZZZZ ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ

All of the devices that daddy had put on me gave me three sharp shocks,
making me writhe in pain and scream into my ball gag while my eyes welled
up with tears. It just lasted a couple seconds, but it was so powerful that
it shocked me. It was like an electric current zapped me from the inside,
punching me in the chest and punishing my boyhole, my nipples and my neck
all at once. I lied there quietly sobbing into my ball gag and tied
securely to the bed.

The professor brought one of his hands to my tear soaked reddened
face. "Sorry bud, but you need to understand what happens when you are a
bad little boy. Bad little boys get punished. Every day you must work
towards becoming a good little boy. If I think that you aren't working as
hard as you can to be a good little boy, you will be punished. And the next
time, it will be much worse. Do you understand, Mikey?"

I nodded vigorously, trying to show daddy that I was serious about being a
good little boy.

"Good. Mr. Black will now give you something to help with the pain."

Daddy typed something into his ipad and I felt Mr. Black squirt warm liquid
into my butt. I immediately felt more relaxed, quickly getting
sleepy. Mr. Black then started vibrating, but this time it was soothing. I
wiggled my body with the repetitive buzzing from my bottom.

"Mr. Black's thick rubber sausage will be training your silly little bottom
all night."

At that he got one last item from his bed side stand. It was pair red eye
covers, which he put over my eyes and secured behind my head. After
securely covering my eyes, he unraveled the thick hood that was under my
neck. From the hood he pulled out two ear buds, placing one in each ear. He
then put the hood on, which tightly fit across my head, keeping both my
ball gag and eye covers in place. I now was completely blind, deaf, had my
mouth stuffed with a ball and my tight little chute stuffed with a thick
vibrating rubber intruder, unable to get a stiffie, and both my hands and
feet were tied. While I was exhausted, I felt warm and satisfied. I had
never had a father that loved me like this and it felt good to have so much
attention paid to my body.

Soon I heard a soothing, repetitive rhythm come from my earbuds. It had a
voice that said my name, and then repeated all the things that a good boy
should do. It would say stuff like "Mikey is a good boy. He likes to suck
on big weenies. Mikey is a good boy, he never touches his boylock. Mikey is
a good boy, he likes to stick big things up his butt." It went on and on,
in a soothing voice that told me all of things that a good boy should
do. After it listed all many things that a good boy should do, it would
then repeat itself all over again in the same soothing voice.

I soon felt him get back on the bed with me. He turned me on my side and
spooned me from behind, running his hand under me so he could stick it
between my legs and cradle my crotch. The other he wrapped around me from
the top so that I was being held tightly to his body. He then pulled up his
heavy down blanket over the both of us. I couldn't move much, but I guess I
didn't really want to. I was content and felt great with the plug vibrating
in my bottom. Over the weird music I could hear him whisper "I love you,
little guy" Into my ear before falling fast asleep.