Date: Tue, 11 Jul 2023 20:18:51 +0000 From: Sheen Mattendi Subject: the cost of renting free VHS tapes - chapter 12 Hey, this is adult/youth and authoritarian. Also I submitted chapter 11 a few days ago, not sure if it arrived okay? This is a work of fiction loosely based on experiences and fantasies I had as a kid in Holland. It involves graphic sex between older men and a teenage boy, if that's not your cup of tea I'd advise you to stop reading now. Otherwise, enjoy and please do email me with feedback on sheen.mattendi@proton.me As I arrived at Harry's house the night was turning to dawn and I felt like a wreck. I was sore, smelling like a public toilet and my mind was reeling. How many men fucked me these last few hours? I had no idea. I went to the garage and parked my bike, trying the connecting door I found it locked and I was unsure what to do. I didn't want to wake Harry so I looked around and found a little mat. It would have to do, I closed my eyes and instantly fell asleep. After what felt like seconds I woke up from a light kick. Looking up I saw Harry in his bathrobe staring down on me, he was clearly angry. "What happened to you!? The guys called me after you left but you never came back. You stink and look like shit!" "I'm sorry Sir." I replied. "I decided to ride back through the park and I was horny." I doggedly regaled what happened to me in the park, whilst Harry just looked at me. When I was finished he told me to go and have a shower. I followed Harry into the house and quickly stripped in the bathroom, the hot spray of the shower was lovely and I cleaning myself thoroughly. When I was done, I towelled myself dry and walked naked into the house as I guessed that would be what Harry wanted. When I walked into the living room he was sitting in the sofa, his bathrobe half open and his legs wide enough so I could see his package. He looked at me and beckoned me over. I took a step and he raised an eyebrow. Understanding dawned on me so I got on my hands and knees and crawled the rest of the way to him. Standing on all fours in front of him he told me: "it's time for you to understand something Dennis. Your discomfort is my pleasure. This also means that you are not allowed to pursue your own adventures, no matter how uncomfortable they might turn out. Do you understand?" "Yes Sir." I replied meekly. "I don't think you do. Come here and lay down on my lap." I instantly obliged. "It's time for your lesson. I'm going to spank you and you are going to count out loud. After each slap you are to say thank you daddy. We'll start with 50 slaps." I was scared but replied yes daddy. Before that sentence was fully uttered he hit my left cheek hard! "One. Thank you daddy." It hurt but I was getting hard as well. Slap! "Two. Thank you daddy." And now my right cheek stung. At around 25 my eyes were watering and my cheeks were on fire. At the thirties I was crying and at forty it dawned on me that making Harry angry was a very bad idea. The last ten slaps were agony and Harry was putting his back into them. His sweat was dripping on my back as I pleaded for mercy. When he was done he pushed me off his lap, rolling me onto the floor. "You're not done boy. Follow me." Scrambling on all fours and trying to keep up with him, Harry climbed the stairs to his bedroom, crawling inside I noticed lights and a tripod. He was prepared for my return. He walked over, turned on the lights and camcorder and said: "Lay down on the bed, face down with your head at the end of the bed and your arms and legs spread." Naturally I did as I was told. Harry picked up the phone and told me to call my parents to tell them I'd be home for dinner. As I spoke with my mum, Harry was laying out ropes and other things on the bed around me. After hanging up the phone Harry said: "now for the second part of your punishment Dennis." He grabbed what looked like leather straps and told me to lift my head. He tightened the straps around my head and my neck, leaving iron loops at the back of my head. Next he grabbed a weird looking gag and told me to open my mouth. He placed the gag in my mouth and forced my mouth open. Not so far that it was painful but far enough to be uncomfortable. I tried to close my mouth but it was firmly lodged open. Harry smiled as he tied the strap tight behind my head. I instantly felt like swallowing but I couldn't. "Face down and lay still." It was very uncomfortable but there were no other options than to oblige. He pulled my legs together and started to wrap rope around them, the tightness increased and soon my legs were firmly tied together. "Hands on your back." He said when he had completely immobilised my lower body and terror was rising in me again. Nevertheless, my hands obediently ended up on my back. Again rope was wrapped around my arms, slowly pulling them closer and closer together. Just before I started to feel that the stretch on my arms was getting too tight he told me to lift my feet. He then commenced to tie my arms to my feet, hog tying me and completely immobilising me in the progress. I was terrified, rock hard and drooling all over the bed. Then I felt him loop a rope through the rings on the straps around my head. My head was being pulled backwards and securely put in place. I tried to speak but I could only mumble. "You see Dennis, I wasn't kidding when I said that I take pleasure from your discomfort. I am going to break you and make you automatically do whatever I want you to do. You are going to be my property and when you're old enough, you'll be mine permanently. Does that excite you?" I didn't know what to do. I was completely at this man's mercy and I didn't want to make him angrier so I just nodded. I felt I sort of wanted this too. "I can't hear you. Say yes daddy, I want to be completely owned by you!" Mumbling and drooling I tried to comply but couldn't, Harry just laughed and grabbed the camcorder. He aimed it straight at my face and said again: "Tell me that you want to be owned by me. You want to be my permanent slut boy and you will do anything." As I tried to comply, I drooled all over myself he took an even closer close up of my face. He walked back, placed the camcorder on the tripod, adjusted it to the height of the bed and said: "time to go to work boy!" He opened his robe and pushed his dick into my mouth, down my throat and grabbed the back of my head. "So you like to go into the woods and be fucked by multiple strangers do you boy?" He pulled out and spit in my face and slapped me. "And you think you can do that without asking me you little deprave slut!?" He bellowed as he started fucking my mouth in earnest. My gag reflex was going haywire and I was struggling to breathe but I was completely immobilised. Before I could control it I threw up all over Harry's balls. He looked down, spat again and just fucked my mouth harder. "Oh, now you're puking you little slut!? Well daddy isn't done with you yet! You are going to take my dick as long as I like!" And he rammed in again. And again. And again. Sometimes he stopped to change camera angles, sometimes he stopped to slap me but he always came back and kept on going. At one point I felt him tense as he said in a barely controlled voice: "ah yeah boy, time to lube up your throat with daddies cum." He placed both hands on my head, pushed in and shuddered whilst several spurts of cum were deposited in my throat. He pulled out, grabbed the camera and closed up on my face full of drool, cum and that thick slimy spit. He rubbed it over my face and said: "look at what a good little slut Dennis is. And just like for me, he'll do anything for you for a price too." He grabbed the tripod and adjusted it so that the camera was right in my face. Tears were streaming down my cheeks and Harry walked away.