Date: Sun, 21 Apr 2024 13:54:56 +0000
From: plz234plz <plz234plz@proton.me>
Subject: Little Bradley Chapter 3

Little Bradley – Chapter 3

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I couldn't quite believe that the little boy with the cute eyes from next
door was standing in front of me naked as I sucked his smooth hard cock
now. It was only 9 am and we were in my back garden this lovely summer
morning.

The boy was gazing down at me from under his long fringe watching as his
cock slide in and out of my mouth. His expression was just perfect –
somewhere between shock and pure delight as I alternated between sucking
him deeply and licking around his swollen knob. I was fully erect too, and
stroking myself with one hand while the other was on his pert little bottom
pulling him closer in rhythm.

I closed my fingers around his arse cheek and pulled him forward hard,
taking his boy cock right down into my throat. It didn't take long for my
finger to find its way into his crack and I started running it up and down
which made him gasp and inadvertently buck forwards pushing his cock in
further so my nose was pressed against his smooth pubis. He was moaning and
making funny gurgling noises as I started to tease his tight little hole
with the tip of my finger.

I didn't want this to be over anytime soon, so putting both hands on his
hips I made him stand back with his hard wet cock pointing in my face and
smiled up at him.

"I think you seem to like that, don't you?"

Little Brad nodded and grinned at me sheepishly, before tossing the hair
back out of his eyes in that lovely way. Reaching behind him I picked up
his coffee cup from the table and handed it to him.

"Take little sips," I said, remembering that I'd put a healthy shot of
Vodka in there.

The boy took a sip, quickly followed by a larger mouthful.

"Nice coffee Mr..." he said as I took the cup from his hand.

With the cup in one hand I wrapped my fingers around his rigid cock and
pulled him closer before pressing his erection down into the warm coffee
and holding it there.

"Arghhhhhhhhhh – ur – what are you doing Mr?"

"Just making you feel nice Brad," I said grinning, before I took his now
twitching erection back into my mouth and licked it clean. This was a
first, even for me – boy cock with coffee and vodka, and at this time in
the morning too!

He was clearly loving it and seemed to twig that the idea of being allowed
to be naughty was very nice indeed.

"Sit down here for a moment," I said patting the sofa next to me. "I won't
be long."

As I got up my hard cock brushed across little Bradley's face, and I almost
stopped as I pictured his cute little mouth open around it. No. Wait. I bit
my lip.

"Don't drink your coffee too fast," I said to get my mind back in focus,
and then added – "You can play with that if you want..." looking down at
his rigid cock.

I went back through the open patio doors to what I now called my studio and
found my camera bags. Once I'd got the one I was looking for and attached
the right lens, I paused for a moment.  The whole move had been long and
stressful, but now that I was finally here it had all been so
worthwhile. The fact that there was a naked nine year old boy in my back
garden was too much to believe, but I'd just had his young cock in my mouth
and he didn't seem in any rush to leave.

Going into the kitchen and ignoring the vodka, I made myself a G&T. It
wasn't every day that I'd wake up in a new house with a young boy for
company.

I got the camera ready, and walked back out as quietly as I could, which
wasn't difficult as I was naked and barefoot. The sight that greeted me was
just so perfect.

Little Bradley was sitting back on the sofa with his eyes shut and his head
tipped back. He had one hand under his smooth little balls and the other
wrapped around his impressive erection. For a boy of 9 he was doing very
well.

Putting my glass down on the window sill, I raised the camera and focussed
in. What I saw was beyond my wildest imaginings and I started taking
photos. When Bradley heard the clicks of the shutter he looked up
momentarily, but I raised my finger to my lips as a `Shhh'. He got it
straight away and closed his eyes again as he went back to pleasuring
himself.

I could only admire the boy's courage as I took that first sequence of
shots. He looked so innocent, but clearly knew what he liked. I found
myself thinking back to when I was his age and wishing that the little boy
had been me. Other thoughts flashed through my mind. I didn't want him to
get into trouble of any sorts – especially with his parents, who were my
new neighbours. On the other hand, he'd already told me that he used my
garden to go to the woods, and he liked taking his clothes off out there. I
took another couple of pictures and an image flashed through my mind which
was impossible to ignore.

I cleared the low glass coffee table that the previous owner had left on
the back patio in front of the old sofa, putting mine and his drinks on the
little wooden table by the side of the sofa. Then I reached forward and
took the boy's hand from his hard cock, and pulled him up.

I took him by his little hips again as I positioned him at the end of the
table and then gently lowered him, with one hand on his shoulder until he
was lying back across the glass. I moved each of his legs, and then his
arms so that they were down holding and wrapped around the metal table
legs.

"Wait," I said for the second time, as I smiled down at the perfect little
boy, with his stiff cock pointing proudly at the sky.

I came back a minute later, after running upstairs and finding my kinky
bag. I did his wrists first, taking one and then the other into my hands
and fastening the leather cuffs.

"This is just a game," I said quietly as I attached the chains and locked
them to the table legs. He just lay there keeping his eyes closed as I made
the same procedure on his ankles.

"After I've taken some more photos, you can choose what you want to do... I
mean anything you like..."

Bradley lay there on the table, now chained in place. He opened his eyes
and looked up at me.

"I don't mind what you want to do Mr, as long as you let me have fun with
you..."

I lifted the camera and caught the last of his smile. The temptation to
dive right in was very real, but I managed to keep it in check – after
all, these were going to be some of the best photos I'd ever been able to
take, and could lead to so much more.

Bradley just laid there, his cock twitching, unable to move. I could see
that he was only pretending to keep his eyes shut now, as he glimpsed up at
me watching the camera. I was amazed when he started responding, turning
his head from side to side, and then pretending to strain against the
cuffs. Every movement of his perfect little body made his 9 year old cock
wave in the air. I realised that that was what he was liking, but he also
seemed to be enjoying posing for the camera.

I reached back down into my special bag and took out a shiny metal butt
plug.

I put it on his belly button as I took more photos. Then I unchained his
ankles and raised them right back over his shoulders and fastened them to
his wrists. Without the tripod, I switched the camera to video and hoped.

Standing there looking down at Little Brad, with his legs in the air and
his hard cock still at 45 degrees above his flat stomach was just too
much. I knelt down and slowly licked my tongue up the 9 year old's
crack. When it touched his little pink ring for the first time he moaned
very loudly.

That was the only confirmation that I needed, and I continued licking and
then starting to probe him with my tongue. Within minutes I'd reached up to
touch his hard little boy cock again and found the plug that I'd left on
his tummy.

I pushed my tongue further into his boy hole a few more times before
bringing the metal butt plug down to my lips and sucking on it until it was
well coated in my saliva.

"Would you like to try a new game now?"  I asked.

"Yes please Mr." little Bradley responded.

"It might feel a bit strange at first, but I know you will like it –
OK?"

The boy nodded as I placed the metal plug at the entrance to his virgin boy
hole. I teased him gently with it – pressing it up to his little tight
ring and then taking it back into my mouth as he tried to peer up from his
retrained position. I repeated these actions for another couple of minutes,
and alternated with licking his cute little bottom. Then he seemed to relax
in a new way and I pushed it right up inside him.

The look on his face was just so perfect. I don't think he'd ever had
anything in there before. It was a mixture of shock and extreme pleasure as
he felt his muscles inside accommodating the intrusion, and started moaning
in his sweet little voice again.

Once I'd given him another good licking all around his freshly opened hole
and up over his smooth balls, I stood up and left him there, still chained
to the glass table. As I turned to go back inside I checked that the camera
was still recording.  I went back through to the kitchen and poured Orange
juice into two water bottles. After a second thought I added another shot
of vodka into them.

Instead of going directly back out, I paused at the open patio doors and
looked at the boy. With his wrists and ankles cuffed to the low table he
had little choice of movement. He was wriggling from side to side, not
trying to escape; he seemed to be enjoying the new sensations of the plug
in his bottom.

I stepped outside quietly and picked up the camera. After zooming in and
getting some close ups of the toy in his bottom I switched it back to photo
mode and stepped back. I wanted to see him framed on the table in the
garden just as he was.

"Are you comfy like that Brad?" I asked, checking that he was OK. He nodded
up at me. "It's nice not being able to move and having that thing in my
bottom – I like it a lot." He flashed me that lovely grin again which
looked so naughty in his current position with his ankles strapped wide
apart up above his little shoulders. He was a natural, and his words were a
joy to hear, confirming my suspicion that his curiousity was the only thing
driving him and that he naturally tended towards being submissive sexually,
despite his confidence in coming round and introducing himself again this
morning.

Reaching down between his spread buttocks, I took hold of the jewelled base
of the metal plug and pulled it slowly out watching has his tight little
ring was forced open around the bulb. He was moaning loudly as the new
sensations rushed through his little body and his beautiful 9 year old cock
pulsed as the blood pumped through it. I left it with just the tip resting
against his now gaping entrance.

"Smile for the camera," I instructed gently. He beamed up into the lens as
I took shot after shot of the perfect scene in front of me. Other thoughts
were rushing through my mind, but I remembered that I'd promised him he
could choose our next game. There was one thought that stuck though, and I
made a note in my mind to prepare for the right opportunity to introduce
it.

Reaching down again I picked up the shiny metal plug and examined
it. Looking down I saw that he was staring up between his spread legs
watching intently.

"Nice and clean, Good boy." I said smiling down at him as I put into my
mouth and gave it a good suck until it had nice covering of fresh
saliva. "Dad usually gives us our baths coz Mum works nights most of the
time. He always makes sure that we wash everywhere properly," the boy said
matter of factly. I wondered how far his father's interest in the two boys
went.

I held the shiny plug out for him to see. It was now glistening with a
thick coating of my saliva.

"Would you like it back inside you?" I asked. It was a genuine question. I
wasn't going to try and make him do anything that he didn't want to.

"Mmmmm, yes please Mr..."

I thought about reminding him to use my first name, but let it ride – if
he felt comfortable calling me Mr that was fine for now, and it was kind of
kinky under the circumstances. I made another mental note to get him to
address me like that in any future videos.

I grabbed a cushion from the outdoor sofa and put it on the ground at the
end of the table, then knelt between his spread legs. I quickly flicked the
camera back to video and put it on the sofa, hoping.

After placing the plug on the table standing on its base I leant forward
and spread his cheeks as wide apart as I could then went in with my tongue
and started teasing his little pink hole again. As soon as it made contact
with his tight little ring Bradley moaned out loud.

"Oh God, Mr – that feels so nice. Shit – don't tell Mum I said that
please or she'll kill me." He was straining to look down at me and his body
had gone rigid. I knew he was really scared, but it took me a moment to
work out of what. Reaching up I put my hand on his chest and rubbed him
soothingly.

"Don't worry, we won't tell anyone about our games," I said gently, and got
up, walking round to the other end of the table. I undid the cuffs from his
ankles and wrists letting them fall to the ground. The chains made a
clinking sound as I lent forwards and scooped him up into my arms and
carried him the few paces over to the sofa. I sat down still cradling him
in my arms, and realised that I was already running my fingers through his
fair hair. At that moment he reminded me of my grand-daughter, apart from
his still very hard boy cock which was sticking up over his cute flat
belly.

"What is it?" I asked quietly. He'd been enjoying the sex play and asking
for more.

"It's – er – well it's Mum. I'm not allowed to use God's name like
that – she'll go mental."

I pulled the boy into a tighter hug and continued caressing his lovely
hair.

"Oh I see," I responded quietly. "...But you were enjoying what we were
doing weren't you?"

"Oh yes Mr, I like that a lot – no-one's ever let me do anything like
that before."

He was looking up into my eyes as I cuddled him. I was thinking
spontaneously and still mesmerised by his innocence and natural willingness
to explore, though it was seeming to be more than that now, he had an
almost desperate desire to know about the pleasures that his young body
offered.

"Well, you'd better not tell your Mum this – but I reckon that if God
made us, then he gave us our bodies, and he made our bodies feel nice when
we do certain things – things that we're not really supposed to talk
about, usually. As long as the people all doing these things want to and
they're enjoying it – I think God might actually be quite happy that
some of us have learnt how to make each other happy instead of fighting all
the time."

Shit – I hadn't meant to start lecturing the boy, but it had just come
out, and it was pretty much what I thought anyway, other than the God
bit. I didn't have time to ponder it as Brad was still staring up into my
eyes and I noticed that his hand was now slowly stroking his still hard
cock again. What happened next is a blur, but we were kissing as I cuddled
him, and he was eagerly responding with his tongue, pushing it back into my
mouth in response to mine.

At some point I noticed him glancing down at the table, and realised that
he was looking at the metal plug. I lifted him by his shoulders breaking
the kiss –

"Do you want it back inside you?" I asked quietly.

He nodded as he sat back astride of me. His bare bottom was pressing down
onto my very rigid cock as we continued rocking gently back and forth
against each other.

"Stand up and get it..." I said with a grin. The boy hopped off of me and
leapt up, returning a moment later holding his shiny prize.

Taking it from his hand I held it up to his face and pressed it gently
against his lips. He didn't need any further instruction and opened his
cute little mouth as I slid it in.

"Keep sucking it, as I suck you," I said smiling at him. I left him
standing there waiting with his very hard cock bobbing up and down in front
of my face, as I reached over for the camera. I was very glad to see that
it was still recording, though I didn't know how much it had captured. That
didn't matter now, because Little Brad was standing there in front of me
with the metal butt plug in his mouth and his hard cock waiting to be
sucked again.

I lifted the camera and zoomed in on his cute face with the pink crystal
base of the plug poking out between his lovely lips. I knew in that moment
that he was perfect. He seemed to enjoy the teasing and waiting as much as
I did, and had no qualms at all about being on camera.

I pointed the camera down to his stiff cock and kept filming as I reached
up and started slowly rubbing it. He moaned so appreciatively that I
couldn't wait any longer and just had to bend forward, hoping the camera
would still be at the right angle as I put it down on the sofa and took his
cock into my mouth again. Once I had my lips sealed around it I reached up
and took the plug from his mouth, then spread his feet further apart as I
kept sucking his lovely stiff boy cock. With one hand on his pert little
butt I put the other down under his legs and started teasing him again with
the tip of the wet metal plug running up and down his crack. He was already
moaning with his rigid cock in my mouth and when the metal came into
contact with his little hole his moans and gasps became more urgent as he
tried to take quick breaths through his nose and bucked his hips forward in
rhythmic urgency as he started trying to fuck my mouth and push back
against the plug. I let him set the pace, but he was making it clear that
he wanted to feel it up inside him again and that he was building up to
something.

I stopped moving and just held the plug firmly against his tight rose bud
as I kept my lips tightly sealed around his erection and stared up into his
beautiful face. I knew he was ready – on the edge of discovering
something new and wonderful within himself and what his beautiful little
body was capable of.

"Bend forward and put your hands on the table." Brad didn't hesitate as he
followed my instructions and presented me with the perfect view of his
glistening hole and his little smooth balls.  I couldn't resist getting my
tongue back in there before I gave him what he was waiting for. Rather than
spreading his cute little cheeks open straight away, I decide to tease him
some more first. So far little Brad had showed all the signs of not only
being naturally submissive, but also eagerly obeyed whatever instructions I
gave; if this is what he enjoyed then I was going to nurture it and
encourage the boy to explore how far he wanted it to go. Reaching behind me
I took one of the cushions from the old sofa and put it between his hands
on the low glass table.

"Kneel down now, and put you face on the cushion Brad," I said softly. He
didn't hesitate, and once on his knees he turned his head to one side,
resting his cheek on the cushion.

I placed the plug base-down on the table again, this time just over 12" in
front of his nose so he'd see it. Then, as I stood I continued to speak
softly, reassuringly, encouraging him to let himself surrender to the
pleasures of our games.

"You're such a good boy Brad. I'm very happy to be your new neighbour. I'm
going to have to take you out and treat you later, would you like that? I
asked in the same gentle tones as I picked up the camera. Bradley nodded
his head as best he could with it on the cushion and mumbled "Mmmmmm," as I
reset the camera from video to stills. He looked so perfect kneeling there
naked with that cute little smile and the long strands of his fringe
hanging down across his forehead partially hiding his eyes.

I took a few shots him like that. It was a curious pose, nothing overtly
explicit, unless you looked at the shiny metal butt plug on the table in
front of his face.

I squatted down getting the camera as close to his eye level as I could
before refocusing and adjusting the aperture to create a very shallow depth
of field. After another tweak of the focus I clicked away
again. Perfect. With the butt sharply in focus his face was softly blurred
behind it as I wanted.

"Put your hands behind your back now Brad. That's it, and cross one wrist
over the other, yes like that, good boy."

Now he did look more vulnerable, as if there must certainly be some kind of
back-story to explain how he came to be in that position. I made no attempt
to try and keep track of how many shots I took as I devoured the scene
through the lens – some general ones taking in the boy in the outdoor
surroundings, others closing in on his folded hands, his resting face, and
of course his cute bare bottom. Finally, I gave him one last instruction.

"Brad, slip your hands down over your hips now, and spread that lovely
little bottom open for me. Do it nice and slowly."

I clicked away as he did exactly what he was told. All of my impressions
were confirmed. He wasn't doing all of this out of any sort of fear, quite
the opposite, he wanted it, he was relishing being told what to do and I
guessed this was in the main part because he'd never been in any kinds of
situation before where he'd been allowed to be openly sexual. My thoughts
flashed back to myself at his age – I'd fantasised about exactly these
kinds of scenarios.

The sound of little Brad moaning quietly to himself in anticipation as he
knelt there spreading his cheeks snapped me back to the present, and I
decide that it was time to start rewarding him. After switching the camera
back to video again, I positioned it on the arm of the sofa and then sat
behind him. Leaning forward I began to gently blow air across his exposed
little puckered hole. He flinched and gasped at the first unexpected
breath, letting out a soft deep moan as I made him wait.

I left him kneeling there waiting for a full thirty seconds watching his
little body trembling in anticipation. "Keep it stretched wide open, feel
the fresh air all over your body, ...all over," I repeated emphasising
it. Brad let out a little moan followed by a deep sigh, clearly loving the
sensations. I had my hard cock in my hand slowly rubbing it as admired his
perfect little bottom. When he wasn't expecting it I bent forward and blew
into his tight little rosebud again making him shudder all over and the
most wonderful sound escaped his throat. For such a tiny young boy it was
raw and powerful, a kind of wail of ecstasy as he surrendered totally to
the emotions and sensations cursing through his lithe little body
expressing desires that he'd never known before.

I smiled to myself and stopped rubbing my cock as I watched admiringly. It
took all my will power to hold back, but what I was seeing was just so
perfect, I was going to savour him to full. Not just the sight of him
willingly exposing his secret ring to me, but everything about him. His
cute grin with those wild green eyes, the quiet confidence still with an
air of shyness – I would happily watch him running around naked all day,
cuddle him when he wanted and pleasure him however he liked, without ever
asking anything in return.

He shifted slightly on his knees, which snapped me out of my reverie, and I
wondered if he was getting uncomfortable. I decided that he'd more than
earned his reward. Bending forward, this time I extended my tongue and
licked slowly up his open crack. The same raw moan escaped his throat as my
tongue dragged slowly across his little puckered hole. I continue up to the
top of his crack and up over his pelvis before raising my head and then
going back down to repeat the motion. After the third and fourth time he
was moaning continuously and each time my tongue approached his little pink
hole he was pushing his hips back begging for more of this new found
delight.

"Please...please Mr...Mr Steve...please don't stop..."

It was the first time that he'd called me by my name, and the way that he
said those words was something that I was going remember for ever. At that
moment I knew just how special he was, and that I was going to anything and
everything I could to make him happy. He was a pure blank canvass, just
waiting and desperate to be brought to life.


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