I'm Lou, a sixteen year old kid with a love of anal. That is, I love having things up my ass, and one day hope that includes real cocks, but for now I must settle for dildos. I've help my kinky desires to myself, not wanting my secret to get out to the other kids in school.

There was some woods nearby and I often walked through it. One day I noticed something unusual – something pink on a tree over a hundred feet from my path. I walked toward it and found another path that I hadn't noticed before, but it led me right up to the tree I'd just noticed. To my surprise, it had a dildo attached to the truck, pointing upward about two and a half feet above the ground. I looked at it and couldn't help thinking that I'd like it up my ass. I didn't have any lube with me, but decided to come back tomorrow and try it out.

The next day I returned with lube and a condom. I had no idea who else might have used the dildo, or how clean it was, so the condom was a good precaution. I slipped the condom on, and undressed, hanging my clothes on nearby tree branches. Now naked, I lubed up my ass and the condom-covered dildo and backed up to it. I had to stand on my tip toes, but was able to slide it in and it felt great! I bent my knees a bit to take it all in and my cock responded wonderfully.

I rode the dildo while stroking my cock, and soon shot my load on the ground. Suddenly I felt the old familiar curse coming over me. Most of the time I would feel guilty immediately after I would cum – often guilty about what had aroused me to climax. I dismounted the dildo and removed the condom, tossing it into the nearby brush. I quickly got dressed, fearing that someone might come by, and walked home. By the time I got home I was over the guilt was gone and looked forward to doing it again tomorrow.

I repeated my woodland adventure for two more days, and really enjoyed the kinky fun. I went back for another day, and everything changed.

As soon as I mounted the dildo and began to ride, I heard a voice, "Well, I see you took the bait!" An adult approached me and I knew I was busted. The guy looked to be about thirty and had a short black beard.

There just aren't any good words for such an occasion, so I just blurted out, "Look, I don't want any trouble."

He walked right up to me and took my cock in his hand. I had quickly lost my boner, but his fondling was restoring it. I was nervous, but as my arousal returned I began to enjoy the feeling, and soon I was hard again.

"Whether you are in trouble or not is up to you," he said, "You've taken the bait in my faggot trap."

"Faggot trap?" I responded.

"Yep," he explained, "I catch a couple of faggots this way every summer. I fish for faggots and indenture them to guys who want them – a young guy like you will bring a good price."

"What if I don't want to?" I asked.

"Doesn't matter," he said, "You'll do it – see those cameras?"

He pointed out three different cameras mounted in nearby trees. They were well hidden so I'd never noticed them before.

"I have pictures of you riding the dildo and jacking-off – I'll bet your mother would have a fit if she saw them.

"Please," I said, now feeling more cooperative, "What do you want me to do?"

He continued to stroke me, and replied, "As soon as you cum, I want you to suck my cock."

I knew that would be a problem with the guilt I felt at climax, so I replied, "Please, I'll suck you, but let me do it before I cum."

"I realize you'll be more eager before you cum, but why should I agree to that?" he asked.

"Well," I admitted, "When I cum I lose all my desire."

"That doesn't matter," he said, "As long as you can do the job."

"But it's more than that," I pleaded, "I don't want anything to do with it once I cum."

"Okay, I see," he said, "So before you cum you want to suck and afterward you have a change of heart and if I force you, it will be involuntary?"

"Yes, that's it!" I said, hoping to have convinced him.

"Well that's even better than I expected," he said, pumping my cock harder, "I want you to submit to sucking even when you don't want to."

I was shocked to hear that, but he was getting me so aroused I was losing control. I found myself involuntarily riding the dildo as he stroked me and then I shot by load all over the ground.

"Now on your knees," he said.

I dismounted the dildo and dropped to my knees. "Please," I begged, "Don't make me do this – I don't want to be a faggot."

"We both know you already ARE a cocksucking faggot," he said, "So quit your whining and suck!"

I opened my mouth and took him in, but I know I wasn't doing a very good job. He held my head with both hands and pumped in and out of my mouth. He was face-fucking me and it was more like an oral rape!

Soon he unloaded in my mouth. I was still feeling guilty about my actions and that seemed to make his load taste much worse. "Look up here," he directed, and I looked up and he took a picture. That would be especially incriminating!

He pulled out and told me to open my mouth and he took another picture. Then he told me to swallow and open again, taking another picture. I expected that these pictures would be used to blackmail me, but I was helpless to resist. He told me to get dressed.

Once dressed, he made me give him my cell phone number. "I'm going to give this to your new master, and you better not let him down," he ordered, "Be here as I found you tomorrow at this the same time."

I left and hurried home, wondering what I had gotten myself into. Fortunately, the guilt wore off and I was beginning to warm up to my new situation, though I was still had fears about what I might have to do, and that I might still be exposed.

The next day I returned, undressed and mounted the dildo. I stroked myself to erection and waited nervously.

In a few minutes I heard a voice, "Nice! I like 'em young like you."

From behind me came an older man, maybe 50. He had grey hair and a big belly, and soon his hands were all over me. He caressed my cock and balls, taking me to a new level of arousal.

"I understand that you don't like to play once you've cum," he said.

"Oh please," I begged, "Let me suck you before I cum and I'll do a much better job."

"Alright," he said, "This time, but there will be other times I'll want you involuntarily."

He told me to get off the dildo and on my knees, and I eagerly complied. Even though I was being forced into this, in my aroused state I wanted to suck him. He dropped his pants and I could see his hard cock maybe about six inches in length, but not so easy to reach with his belly hanging out over it. It was a little awkward, but I had to duck down under his belly to suck him.

He must not have cum recently because it only took a few minutes and his load was huge! I swallowed as fast as I could, and he pulled out and backed away.

"Get dressed," he said, "My name is Les, but you can call me Master."

"Yes Master," I said obediently. I didn't quite understand all this, but knew I better cooperate.

"You cost me a lot, but I think you'll be worth it," he said, "But I like 'em young like you."

We parted and he told me to watch for his messages on my phone and he expected complete obedience, without hesitation.

I was still aroused, and jacked-off as soon as I got home, once again feeling remorse for the depravity I had gotten myself into.

The next day I received a message at school from Master, asking when I was available. I texted him back that I get out of school at three. He told me to text him the address and he would pick me up.

At three I waited outside and saw his older model dark blue Lincoln pull up. I got in and he told me to slide over next to him and take out my cock.

He grabbed my cock and fondled me, and told me to play with his cock. I unzipped him and took out his cock. I couldn't see it, but could feel it under his belly. I wanted to do well for him but knew that his belly would be a challenge. He pulled into a shopping center and parked out away from the other cars. He pushed his seat back all the way and reclined it. In that position he was laying nearly flat and I could access his cock easily. I sucked him and soon he rewarded my efforts.

He dropped me off a block from home and I walked the rest of the way. That way I didn't have to explain what I was doing in his car. He told me that he would pick me up the next day and take me to his place.

I jacked-off when I got home now feeling a bit more at ease with my situation. My guilt returned when I came, but it wasn't quite as bad this time – perhaps I was getting over it.

The next day Master picked me up from school and drove me to his place. "We're going to make a movie today," he said. When we arrived at his place he introduced me to a middle-aged man and woman who would be assisting today. He told me to undress, which I did, but felt strange about being naked in front of a woman. The man undressed as well, and Master told me to obey the woman, who was now running a video camera.

"Suck him," she directed, and I did.

"Now stroke yourself," she said. I stroked as I sucked and soon was fully hard.

"Shoot into your other hand," she ordered, and when I finally came I filled my cupped hand with my cum.

"Now lick it up!" she said. I had no appetite for cum right now, but I did as ordered, and then resumed sucking. I felt the old guilt again but had to force myself to continue.

After a few minutes he was ready to cum, and pulled out. The woman told me to hold my mouth open, and soon the guy shot his load into my open mouth, and then put a few squirts on my face.

The woman stopped the camera and Master said it looked like a good shoot, but I needed to get the man aroused again for the next scene. The man sat on a couch and Master had me play with the man while Master fingered my ass. I felt something cold and metallic enter me and then stretch me open. It was a speculum, a medical device that had handles like pliers, and was inserted into the ass to open it up. He worked on me for fifteen minutes or more, and toward the end said I was ready. I had not idea what was to follow, but I now had the man hard again, so we were ready to continue. We went into a bedroom and the woman told me to lay on my back. I did, and she began to record. Master got on the bed and knelt above my head, lowering his balls to my mouth. "Suck 'em good, but no teeth!" he said.

I opened and he lowered himself down, his hairy balls filling my mouth. They tasted salty from the sweat of the day. I ran my tongue around his balls extra carefully, not daring to hurt him in any way. I was nearly in the dark with his fat ass over me, but as my eyes adjusted I saw that my nose was just behind his balls, inches from his ass. I was thankful to be sucking his balls and not licking his ass, but I supposed that it would be just a matter of time and he would make me do that as well.

As I sucked, I felt my legs lifted up and a cock sliding into my ass. My legs rested on my fucker's shoulders as he plowed into me.

"Stroke your cock," the woman ordered, and I reached down and began to stroke. With the cock working my ass, my climax happened quickly, and I shot my load onto my belly.

Now that I'd cum, I wished Master’s balls were no longer in my mouth.

"Okay faggot," Master said, "Now it's time for mine."

He pulled out his balls and slipped his hard cock into my mouth. This was a much easier position to suck, since his belly wasn't in the way this time.

It only took a few minutes for him to cum, and when he did, he pulled out and shot his load all over my face, while the woman zoomed the camera in for the money shot.

The next weekend Master had me over and there were a dozen men and women. He told me to undress, and I found myself naked in front of all these clothed people.

He had me introduce myself to each person, many of whom fondled me or ran their hands over my body. Then everyone was seated and he played the video we had made a few days ago. It had been edited and now had a commercial title and soon showed me in all my humiliating activities.

At the end everyone applauded and said it was a hot video that should sell well in the underground market. A woman next to me said, "I'll bet your Mom would be really surprised to see your performance!"

I had to agree, and breathe a sigh of relief that she didn't!

One of the men handed Master a notebook that he said contained scripts for five more videos that would feature more of my humiliation. After congratulating me, Master asked all the men to take their cocks out, and he did as well. Then he ordered me to jack off and eat my cum, which I did.

Then he ordered me to blow each of the men. My guilt was no longer an obstacle – I just pushed past it, realizing that I had a duty to perform. After swallowing all the loads, everyone left.

Things have settled into a nice routine. I suck Master a couple of times a week, and nearly every Saturday I do a porn movie. I know they are very illegal, and Master must be making a fortune on my humiliation.

Master tells me that I may have another four years before I no longer look young, but not to worry. After making kiddie porn, he'll have me start to work with animals – it sure is good my Mom doesn't know!

  To be continued . . .

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    –Bill Beaumonte (oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com)