Date: Mon, 17 Apr 2017 18:04:00 +0200 From: Richard Johnson Subject: Tommy becomes Mr Johnson's new teenage slutboy- part 3 Tommy becomes Mr Johnson's new teenage slutboy- part 3 (M/T, Auth, Anal, Oral, WS, BD) All characters depicted are of legal age and this story is solely for the enjoyment of adults who can tell the difference between online fantasy and real-world rape. _________________________________________________________________________ Over the following weeks Tommy got into a routine. He would get the bus back from school, drop his school bag at home, change, lube his hole and head to his master's house. His master never seemed to tire of abusing Tommy's lithe young body and several hours later Tommy would stagger home, his throat sore, his asshole raw and with his master's cum oozing down his legs. Hurrying before his parents got home Tommy would jump in the shower and jerk his rock-hard dick. He would often shoot so hard that the cum would reach halfway up the wall. Sometimes he would push a couple of fingers up his asshole, re-living how it felt to have the weight of his master on top of him, pummelling him with his big fat cock. Tommy had entirely stopped watching porn online; memories of his visits to Mr Johnson's house provided all the jack-off material he needed now. His parents wondered why Tommy seemed so tired and distracted these days: was he being bullied? was it drugs? ...eventually they just put it down to normal teenage angst, a phase which would probably pass. Tommy's new life meant his school work was suffering. His teachers noticed that he seemed preoccupied in class and his homework always looked rushed, when he handed it in at all. `Honestly Tommy, I don't know what's come over you lately' his Chemistry teacher said one day as Tommy was unable to answer even the simplest question about that week's topic. `Detention! My office after school today'. Tommy was distraught, anytime but after school! However his teacher was firm `Maybe this is what you need to make you buck up your ideas!'. As he sat writing out lines later that afternoon Tommy wondered what Mr. Johnson would think when he failed to show up at the usual time... Tommy ran all the way home from the bus stop. By the time he got to his house he was already almost an hour late. Normally he would go home and change out of his school uniform before making the short walk across the garden, but today he decided there was no time. He pushed his sweaty blonde hair out of his eyes as he knocked on Mr Johnson's door, his damp school shirt clinging tightly to his slim body. He had worried that Mr Johnson might be angry about his lateness, and he was right. After a moment's wait the door opened and there stood the tall broad-chested older man who Tommy had learned to address as just `Master'. `What the FUCK time do you call this faggot?!! Do you think I'm here for your fucking convenience?!!' Grabbing Tommy by his school tie he hauled him into the house. Tommy struggled to breathe as the tie cut into his wind pipe. `Do you think you can just come here at any time and I'll give you what you need? Is that it you little cock-sucking bitch?!'. Tommy tried to explain about the detention and how he'd missed the bus but it was hard to get any words out whilst being strangled like this and his master wasn't listening anyway. `I'm going to teach you not to fuck with me you piss-drinking faggot! By the time I'm done with you, you are going to know what happens to sluts who mess with a real man!'. Mr Johnson dragged the boy into the lounge, pulling so hard on Tommy's tie that the boy really thought he might choke. Mr Johnson ripped open Tommy's shirt sending buttons pinging across the room and yanked out the belt from his school trousers. Mr Johnson sat down in a chair and pulled the struggling boy across his lap, tugging at the waistband of his trousers. Tommy liked to wear his school trousers super-tight (he liked the way they showed off his cute butt, Tommy was a little cock-tease!) so it took Mr Johnson a couple of sharp yanks to get them down to his ankles. One foot on the school tie left the struggling naked teenager exposed and vulnerable across the lap of the older man, the boy's pale hairless butt pointing skywards. With his neck pulled down sharply by his school tie, his master's arm across his back and his trousers and underwear entangling his legs, there was no room for Tommy to move anywhere. `You need to be taught a lesson bitch! I've been easy on you so-far but that stops now!!' barked Mr Johnson, grasping the belt and bringing it down in a brutally hard blow on the boy's quivering ass. The blow hurt like hell and Tommy jerked with pain, but that only made the tie around his throat cut tighter. `I'm going to give you one of those for every minute that you were late, bitch' said Mr Johnson, already raising his arm for the second blow. Tommy was really scared; he had been almost an hour late! He wasn't sure he could take another blow like that, let alone more than fifty! The second blow hurt just as much as the first but Tommy didn't get any time to recover as the blows continued. Mr Johnson alternated forehand and backhand so no part of Tommy's butt was free of the pain. As the blows landed on flesh that was already red and bruised the pain increased. Tommy struggled and squirmed to try to escape the agony but Mr Johnson had him trapped firmly in place. `Don't think you're getting away from this, slut! You know you've earned everything you get! You know you love everything you get! Don't think I can't feel your hard cock rubbing against my leg! `Tell me how much you love me punishing you, faggot' his master hollered. `I love it sir!' Tommy lied, his ass on fire. `That's right, bitch! You know this is what you deserve!' After about thirty strokes Tommy wondered if he might pass out. The pain was like nothing he had experienced before in his life. The belt from Tommy's school trousers was thin and cheap so each stroke cut deep into his flesh with a deep `thwack!'. Tommy was sure the neighbours must be able to hear the noise of the blows and his yells as each one hit home. Finally, his master unceremoniously pushed the boy off his lap and stood up. Lying on the floor Tommy could finally move again. He reached down to touch his extremely sore and tender butt, feeling the raised welts from the edges of the belt and the red glowing skin. Looking up he saw that his master was getting undressed. As he unbuttoned his shirt Mr Johnson revealed his chest and protruding belly covered in a thick mat of dark brown hair. As he pulled down his underwear his big hard cock popped free. Tommy hadn't seen many dicks in real life but he was an expert connoisseur of gay porn and in his opinion Mr Johnson's was definitely the most beautiful cock he had ever seen; eight inches long and as thick around as soda can, the bulbous head already glistening with precum. Mr Johnson pulled Tommy to his knees and forced his thick cock into the boy's mouth. `Here's what you've been waiting for, faggot'. Mr Johnson grabbed Tommy's head between both hands and pulled him deeply onto his cock. Tommy gagged as Mr Johnson forced his huge cock straight to the back of his throat. On previous visits Mr Johnson would often let Tommy suck his cock but today he took total control, with a hand on each side of Tommy's head he vigorously fucked Tommy's mouth muttering `Take it bitch!'. Tommy was left with no choice but to cope with the treatment as best he could. He gagged with almost every thrust and on several occasions he felt bile rise in his throat, only narrowly avoiding throwing up. `Yeah slut, gag on my cock! Feels good!'/ Tommy was really struggling to breathe, he tried to inhale through his nose but found it hard to get enough air. `Yeah, you're nothing but a little cock-sucking whore! You need a real man to take charge of you!' snarled Mr Johnson, continuing his vicious rape of Tommy's mouth. `You were born to serve real men!'. Mr Johnson withdrew his cock pulling out a long strand of spit and precum which collapsed leaving a wet trail down Tommy's face and chest. Tommy gasped and spluttered, finally able to inhale properly. Mr Johnson threw Tommy on his back onto the sofa, pulling the boy's underpants and trousers from around his ankles. Lifting Tommy's legs to his shoulders the man brought his thick cock down to Tommy's pink hole. Tommy hadn't had time to go home before turning up at Mr Johnson's door so his ass was dry and un-lubed. Even after all the times he had been fucked over the last few weeks Tommy was still so tight that it took a moment's pressure before his hole finally popped and admitted the bulbous head of his master's cock. The pain in his hole was so great that for a moment Tommy forgot about the pain from his burning ass-cheeks. Mr Johnson applied steady pressure until all eight inches were embedded inside Tommy. Tommy could smell the manly scent of his master's sweat as he rested his body on top of him. Mr Johnson began to fuck Tommy with long regular thrusts, using his weight to drive his cock firmly into the depths of Tommy's bowels. Tommy cried and moaned, although he wasn't quite sure whether in pain or pleasure.... probably both. `Yeah, you're a cock hungry little whore, aren't you Tommy?'. Mr Johnson's balls made a rhythmic thwacking noise has they hit Tommy's ass cheeks with each thrust in. `I fucking love pounding a tight ass-pussy!'. Mr Johnson began to speed up his thrusts, really ravaging Tommy's ass now. `You were made to be an ass-slut for men! What would your parents think if they could see you now, giving up your ass to a man twice your age?'. As he pounded his cock into Tommy's ass Mr Johnson bent down and kissed Tommy deeply. It was a kiss of force and passion; his tongue penetrating and dominating the boy's mouth. Only his mom had ever kissed Tommy before and that wasn't anything like this! Instinctively Tommy responded, his tongue entwining with that of his master wondering why his master had suddenly decided to kiss him. `As soon as you're old enough to leave home I'm going to cage you and make you my permanent fuck-slave; you'll live on a diet of my piss and cum and anytime I feel horny I'll just head down to my basement and pound your ass!. Would you like that bitch? Would you?!' `Yes please master!' Tommy replied `Please make me your slave sir!' Mr Johnson shouted `here I come slut' and withdrew his cock from Tommy's ass, forcefully flipping the boy onto his stomach. A few quick strokes and Mr Johnson shot a huge load of cum all over Tommy's ass; the creamy white of his load contrasting with the pink and purple of Tommy's battered butt. After a moment's recovery Mr Johnson reached for his phone, telling Tommy `This photo is going straight online, my friends are going to love seeing what happens when some sluttly little whore messes with me!' Lying in bed that night Tommy reached down and felt the glowing skin and raised welts on his butt. Again he felt that delicious little feeling of naughtiness in the pit of his stomach as he remembered what he had been doing just a few short hours ago- all those disgusting, degrading, depraved things. He remembered about how Mr Johnson had proposed making him his permanent slave... had he been serious? Tommy's hard cock bounced in anticipation.