Disclaimer:
This story is completely fictional. That said, many jurisdictions do not appreciate erotic art in its written form. So it is your own responsibility to abide by local laws. If you are under 18, then it may be against the law for you to be here. The story contains scenes of intense sexual activities between adults and boys, and among boys themselves. The society depicted in this writing depicts a world where boys are not irreparably harmed by sexual acts, in fact, they enjoy them quite a lot. Thus, do not attempt to touch a child sexually in real life. It is not worth the price for a couple minutes of pleasure. Please treat boys with dignity and respect, and they will love you back.
Author's Note:
A friend sent this story to me, and asked that I submit it online and continue writing it; that said, not all of this story is my own work. I've made some changes here and there, removed parts I didn't particularly like, and made additions in some places. There are several items in the story that I do not like, but I am leaving them in as someone else may enjoy it.
I'd like suggestions and comments on how to continue, how the story might be improved, favourite parts, etc. The story started out a little dark for my tastes, so in the end, I envision it being rather happy for all the characters. So if you want to write in comments, please be sure to contact me at: blazer47@mail2tor.com
Caring for Cody
Part I
Chapter One
Uhh...
3493 plus 2943 is... mmhhh...carry th... uh... one...
Cody
sat by his desk, mindlessly working on a small worksheet in front of
him. Lodged inside his right hand was a long, yellow wooden stick
used for writing. Lodged inside his anus was a long, plastic
pulsating stick used for something else.
It was very hard
for the boy to concentrate on math.
But this wasn't his
main complaint. The major problem was that school hadn't even
started, and yet somehow he was stuck inside doing
arithmetic.
Although it's not like I know anyone here
to play with, thought Cody.
Cody's recent relocation
from the Jersey County Home for Orphaned Youth to his current
lodgings was in part a result of an unfortunate youth. Having been
raised in a state-regulated Home, he had grown up without much
mention of family, just like the other orphans with whom he kept
company.
But by some
strange twist of fate and under-funding and legal maneuvering, the
Jersey Home managed to find someone who was fortunately both willing
and legally capable of retaining custody of the eleven-year-old
Cody.
Cody was more upset that he had to leave his friends
than he was happy that he would get a new life, but that did not stop
the retired child caretaker, Jacqueline Stallbaumer, from filing the
adoption papers. The Jersey Home was confident that the boy would be
in good hands.
Cody shared the government agency's trust
in Ms. Stallbaumer, who he understood to have kindly taken it upon
herself to help Cody deal with his now apparently unkempt
development.
Thank goodness Ms. Stallbaumer is here to
help me, thought Cody. Otherwise I would really be
embarrassing myself whenever I went out.
Still...I
hope math at school isn't this hard, he thought, or else I'd...
Uhh...
6435... ohh... mmhh...
****Yesterday****
DING-DONG!!
Jacqueline
Stallbaumer hurried down the stairs of her summer home, heading
towards the door to greet her new arrival.
Jacqueline
opened the door, and she was soon greeted with sight of a beautiful
youth looking up at her. The first thing she noticed was his set of
big blue eyes, looking naively up at her.
"Hi,"
he said. "I'm Cody. Are you Ms. Stallbaumer?"
"Yes
I am," she replied. "I will be retaining custody of
you."
Upon hearing this, the boy turned his head and
grinned towards the suited man walking up behind him, who Jacqueline
assumed to be the Child Welfare representative.
While the
representative laid out the necessary documents, the former teacher
watched the boy in front of her look around in awe at her home, which
she had recently purchased.
But while Jacqueline paid
little attention to the house, with which she was very familiar, she
did notice that the back of his t-shirt would get frequently get
caught on his cute bubble-shaped butt. Oh my, she thought.
Looks like this will be fun.
After filling out all
of the necessary papers, Ms. Stallbaumer escorted the representative
towards the exit, her mind swimming with ideas. Quite frankly,
Jacqueline was slightly aroused by the concept of being utterly in
charge of the youth, alone, for such long periods of time.
--Later--
"Cody, soon we'll have to begin
a curriculum," said Ms. Stallbaumer. "I've decided that I
should see to your effective education."
He's
obviously not happy, thought the woman as she witnessed a poorly
masked frown begin to form on the young face. Still, I'm not going
to just let him sit around doing nothing. Or rather, let him sit
around with nothing doing him...
"Mostly math,
the humanities, literature, and other things like that, to supplement
the education you'll be getting at the public school. We'll be
starting on work tomorrow. But before we start, let's get you washed
and ready for bed," said Ms. Stallbaumer.
It was
almost as if she could see his dignity recoil in shock.
"I
know how to wash myself!"
"Perhaps you think you
can," snapped the former tutor, "but I'm paid to make sure
you do it properly."
Cody's protest was to no avail.
Shooting him a firm look, the boy had little choice but to acquiesce
to the older woman as she led him into the bathroom.
"Strip,"
she said. "Don't be shy, there's nothing to be afraid
of."
Except putting such a beautiful body like
that to waste, thought the woman, as she saw the reluctant boy
reveal his cute but and slightly hardening penis, trying to cover
himself and retain his modesty. She pushed his wrists aside, and
watched as his small, uncircumcised member begin to grow.
But
of course, she had a sense of restraint, and led the naked youth into
the shower stall, watching as the water poured over his small body,
some of it flowing off of his stiffening member to form a miniature
fountain. Jacqueline Stallbaumer rubbed her soaped hands over the
boy's body, watching with satisfaction as he would react as she
grazed his nipples and caress his body's erogenous zones, all the
while making a mental note that this was a particularly sensitive
boy.
"Spread your legs," said Jacqueline, as she
watched him squat over to give her hands full access to his body's
most private regions.
She caressed his soft bottom,
kneading it and parting the firm bubble-form globes to rub her middle
finger discreetly against his sphincter.
For a moment,
Jacqueline Stallbaumer eyed the boy, watching him react, his feet
slowly twisting as he fought the futile urge to seek relief.
"I'm
going to clean you inside, Cody. Do you normally do this?" she
asked, grinning.
"Ah... N-no, miss."
Jacqueline
reveled in his lack of breath, as it meant her ministrations were
that much closer to fruition. "You should," she said, as
she slid a soapy finger into his anus.
Cody gasped as the
unexpected intrusion broke new ground, giving the wholly
inexperienced youth a shock of sexual pleasure that marked the end of
his chaste, sheltered lifestyle.
"This is necessary
to make sure you're clean," said Ms. Stallbaumer, as she pulled
out the finger only to add another going back in.
"You
must do this regularly," she lied, adding a third finger and
essentially fucking the boy, gliding in and out of his virgin hole,
breaking new territory with every moan and gasp and buckling of the
knees.
"In fact, I want you to do this every day,"
she said, now aiming for the prostate at each thrust. "Do you
understand?"
"Augh... y-yes, ma'am,"
whispered the defeated boy, desperately fighting the new sensations
that struck against his very core. "Th-thank you for... for
teaching m-me... miss."
"You're welcome, Cody,"
she replied as she plunged the three fingers as far as they would go,
each one wriggling and splaying independently inside the innocent
flesh they violated, targeting his prostate, pushing the adorable
youth over the edge of his bounds.
"AaaAAAHHNnnhhh!!"
The
tutor smiled in satisfaction as she essentially sodomized the boy to
his first orgasm, and what an orgasm it was. He buckled and moaned
and screamed in pure unrestrained sexual glee, all the while the
tormenting fingers never slowed or stopped their assault on his
once-virgin rear. His penis, fully and intentionally ignored by the
experienced woman, throbbed and twitched, yielding a few small
droplets of ejaculate.
"Jesus Christ, Cody!"
exclaimed Ms. Stallbaumer, feigning indignation. "I can't
believe this! What do you have to say for yourself? This is not how
you interact with other people!"
"Ohh...
I-I'mm... mmmh... sorry," whimpered the poor boy, who struggled
as Ms. Stallbaumer, even now, continued to fuck him.
"Sorry
is right," she sighed. The boy's new guardian reached for her
purse, and pulled out one of her finest vibrators, testing the
buttons on its base and those on the remote she would keep on her
person.
"It appears, Cody, that there is must that I
must teach you."
Chapter
Two
Oohhhh...
The
once-celibate Cody laid his head on the table, trying to regain his
breath after nearly climaxing from doing apparently nothing but
trying to focus on math. How did that happen, wondered Cody.
Ms. Stallbaumer is right, I do need her help.
"Cody!"
The
boy jerked his head back up, startled by the sudden intrusion. Ms.
Stallbaumer stood by the door, visibly upset that he was not working
on arithmetics. She held a small remote in her hands, on which she
pressed a button while walking towards him.
Cody gasped
suddenly, as the rod still inside him suddenly buzzed back to life
after just calming down.
"Cody, I'm disappointed
that you can't seem to focus on your schoolwork," remarked the
tutor as she pressed yet another button.
"Mmmmhh...
I... tried," mewed the weakening Cody, as the assault in his
pants made it so very difficult for him to maintain his
composure.
"It looks like we need to have some more
work done," said Ms. Stallbaumer as she mercifully turned off
the remote. "I think a big part of it is the heat. Come on,
Cody, I brought some new clothing for you to wear that will hopefully
help you with that."
Cody didn't think there was
anything wrong with what he was wearing, as he felt his T-shirt and
modest cut-off jeans were quite comfortable. Although of course, Cody
realized the beads of sweat around his brow was a sure sign that his
clothes were too hot. What else could it be, Cody thought
naively as he followed Ms. Stallbaumer into her room.
"I
feel it may be necessary to deal with your problem in a more unique
fashion," mused the teacher. "Yesterday, your response to a
very normal cleaning treatment told me that you would have to make
some adjustments, like the boys' tampon I told you to wear last
night."
Cody nodded in agreement, and Jacqueline
didn't know whether to laugh out loud or feel sorry for the
inexperienced youth.
"So I felt it would be
appropriate for you to begin wearing a summer uniform,"
continued the guardian. "Come on now, put this on."
Jacqueline
Stallbaumer presided over the boy as he stripped off his clothing,
first his shirt and then his shorts and briefs. The "boys'
tampon" in his butt began to slip out, and she chuckled as he
winced sliding what was obviously a vibrator back into his rear.
Cody first put on the tight, bright orange rectangular
briefs she had laid out for him on the bed. The front was composed of
strong elastic that pushed his member tightly against his body,
creating a visible outline of his erect penis. It was designed to
continuously apply varying levels of pressure as he moved, thereby
continuously keeping him aroused, although it would never alone grant
him release.
The back had a seam running through the
middle that firmly hugged the crease between his buttocks, serving
several purposes. The first was obviously to keep his "tampon"
inside him throughout the day, and it would also give him a
continuous wedgie to accentuate his bubble butt, but most
importantly, the nubs along the inside of the seam would constantly
push against the inside of his sensitive crease, causing him to
fidget and in turn lead the front of the briefs to stimulate his
penis.
The boy's first response was to try and fix the
wedgie, but he stopped partly because Ms. Stallbaumer told him to,
and partly because it was lodged too firmly between his cheeks. He
gave up, and put on the white tank top on the bed. The tutor watched
in satisfaction as he began to squirm; the inside of the
tight-fitting shirt was intentionally rougher, and was intended to
put friction on his sensitive nipples with the slightest movement.
Jacqueline watched the boy sit there in her ingeniously
designed "summer uniform", essentially a sex outfit that
would work in tandem with his "boys' tampon" to constantly
keep him right at the edge.
"A final addition,"
remarked the tutor, as she pulled out of her purse a small leather
collar, which she placed around his neck and firmly secured with a
lock. "That will help repel bugs," she lied, as she went
back to rummage through her purse.
Cody used the moment
to walk over to the nearby mirror, and looked at himself. He noticed
that his tampon was acting up again, but he thought back to what Ms.
Stallbaumer told him yesterday after the shower, and ignored it.
After all, it was only telling him that he had to keep it in longer.
His eyes were drawn to his erection, fully accentuated by his bright
orange briefs. It's a good thing Ms. Stallbaumer doesn't mind,
he thought. Otherwise, this could be embarrassing.
Turning
around, the youth looked over at his butt, which was also highlighted
by his new uniform. He noticed the seam in the middle begin to quiver
slightly as his tampon increased in intensity, and Cody began to lose
his breath as it pulsed and buzzed against his prostate.
"Uhh...mmh... Miss Stallbaumer will... ohh...
help..."
Cody turned around and began to walk towards
his protector for aid. She's holding that remote again, he
thought.
"P-please, M-miss... I-it's too much...
oohhhhh..."
Cody's movements only worsened his
situation, since his new uniform began to work on his body as it was
designed, magnifying the intense assault inside him. The
eleven-year-old boy neared the second orgasm of his life as he tried
in desperation to seek counsel from his trusted guardian, who now
held a digital camera in one hand and her remote in the other, the
latter on which she was pressing
furiously.
"Cody?"
"Y-y-yess..."
"Say
cheese."
Chapter
Three
"Cody?"
"Cody,
wake up."
Lying on the floor was eleven-year-old
Cody, who two days ago was his own person. Today, he laid on the
floor with a vibrator humming in his ass, wearing an outfit designed
for arousing him and those who saw him. And most importantly, locked
around his neck was a dog collar, the text on the inner side reading:
Property of Jacqueline Stallbaumer.
Cody woke up to see
Ms. Stallbaumer standing over him with a noticeably disappointed
expression.
"Can't you control yourself for one
minute? Now come, I want to take you somewhere."
Cody
got up, reaching behind him to check that his tampon was still inside
of him (it was), and followed behind his teacher.
"Where
are we going," asked the boy.
"Don't worry,
you'll love it," she said. They walked out the back door, and
Ms. Stallbaumer opened the door of her car to let him get in.
"Now
Cody, it's very important that you put on this blindfold for the
whole ride," she said. "And I'm going to have to secure
your hands until you get there, for your own safety."
The
young child looked on in confusion but nodded in agreement.
Jacqueline was still amazed at how naïve this boy was, and quickly
administered the blindfold and handcuffs.
Cody could hear
the car start to roll down the driveway. His hands were a little
inconvenient behind him, but he tried not to move too much
considering the adverse effects it would induce from his clothing.
After a few minutes, the car rolled to a stop and he could hear Ms.
Stallbaumer get out of the car, talking with somebody
outside.
"Cody, I'm going to have to ask you not to
leave the car," said Ms. Stallbaumer. "I'll be back in a
while with some groceries."
Before Cody could
protest, the car door slammed and he was alone.
What
am I going to do now? thought Cody, as he felt something warm
brush against his leg.
Cody turned around to see what it
was, but his blindfold made that impossible. He tried to wriggle out
of his seat, but stopped when suddenly a large hand on his chest
pushed against the seat.
"Don't shout," said the
voice, which was deep and had a soothing tone.
Before he
could completely wrap his head around the situation, Cody felt
another hand rub softly against his stiff member, caressing it,
eliciting a gasp and moan from the young victim.
"I
bet you like this, huh," continued the voice. "I do
too."
And with that, the hand pulled down Cody's new
briefs, exposing his hard penis to the cool air. The shorts were left
above his knees, and the stranger moved below to grasp the end of
Cody's vibrator.
How did he know my tampon would be
there, wondered Cody. But he had little time to think about it as
the hand pumped it in and out of his rear, each push and pull rubbing
the plastic contours of the 'tampon' against the child's inner flesh.
The young boy moaned as he felt a hot breath whisper into
his ear, "I'm going to fuck you."
Fuck?
Cody
had little time to comprehend as he felt the fake penis slide out of
his ass, only to be quickly replaced by a real one: longer, fatter,
and to Cody, burning hot as it slid into his bowels.
"Don't
shout," the voice whispered again as another hand cupped his
mouth. Cody felt a soft, wet tongue slither into his ear, causing him
to shiver and moan deeply.
The penis inside Cody then
began to piston in and out, rubbing furiously against his prostate
and eliciting loud, anguished moans from the boy as he felt his ass
taken by this unrelenting organ, thrusting in and out and in and out,
never stopping, never resting, serving no apparent purpose but to
melt the innocent youth from the inside out.
But suddenly,
the fucking stopped, and the eleven-year-old boy instinctively cried
out in protest.
"Say you want more," demanded
the voice, as the phallus withdrew and rested at the tip of Cody's
hole. "I want to hear you beg...."
Cody refused,
for he was still a modest boy. "Only dogs beg," he
whispered.
"Only dogs wear dog collars,"
retorted the voice. Cody despaired, as the hands began an endless
circular movement over the boy's erect nipples, eliciting a long,
anguished groan of lust.
"Beg me to fuck you,"
said the voice, as Cody saw stars when two thumbs pushed against his
nipples, and brought him to the brink of orgasm, where they kept him
until Cody's waning resolve was finally broken.
"P-please...
ahh... fuck m-me," whispered the boy, who began to cry as the
two thumbs continued their onslaught.
The stranger then
began to fondle his member through the front of his shorts, but
continued to hold the desperate, sobbing boy back as he began to suck
on Cody's nipples.
"Please! Uuhhhh... Please I
begged... I'm begging you... fuck me!"
The stranger
complied, ramming the full length of his penis into the pleading
youth, pulling all the way out and then ramming all the way in, each
time with such power that it was only stopped by the boy's now
reddening globes.
"AAAAAHHHH!!"
Cody's
ass was pounded, violated brutally and unmercifully, and the person
responsible would only do so if he begged, which Cody did. With each
thrust the once innocent youth begged the man to fuck him, afraid
that if he didn't beg, the sodomy would stop. But it did, pausing
each time right before Cody would be about to release. The torture
Cody never stopped begging for, but the man only taunted him at the
edge until the sobbing, shattered boy fell slowly out of
consciousness.
Jacqueline Stallbaumer smiled as she held
the shaking boy in her arms, broken. Matthew can go quite far
sometimes, she thought. Although it was quite a show watching
them through the windshield.
She picked up the
forgotten vibrator and re-inserted it into his ravaged bum, grinning
as she made sure it sealed inside the quantities of sperm that began
to leak away.
That's the end of Part 1. I will put out Part 2 later, but if anyone has comments, suggestions, or ideas, I will try to incorporate them into the story.