+++++ Anything for Shelter +++++ Solid latex head pressing insistently at the swollen, clenched roseate muscle the shaft bends the head slips off its mark; sliding slickly up between the boy's tensed buttocks it angers me. He gasps and pulls against the cotton clothesline holding his limbs tight to the four corners of the wooden frame rage swells bloats my pecs for a moment I contemplate cutting that tight little band of muscle so he will be unable to fight against intrusion but reason overcomes me; he will not be tight enough for my customers if I were to cut him thusly. I've lubed him amply, having forced a tube of K-Y up his ass and squeezed a goodly portion into him I know the dildo will not tear him up inside, he is simply stubborn and that will not do. "Boy!" I hiss into his left ear, I feel his pale smoothe body trembling against me as I press myself against the back of his young body. I've guessed he is at least fifteen, though under-fed and bearing only the slightest intimations of puberty he easily passes for a 12-year-old to the men I rent him to each night. He is getting rather the worse for the wear of late, though he always gets a full eight hours sleep each cycle his surface is beginning to show the wear and tear of too many floggings and clothes-pins, his nipples are now permanently swollen and elongated from the tit-clamps that have not left his titties since they were first applied his penis is shriveled his testicles swollen painfully from general misuse he has only rarely achieved any state resembling arousal in the days since I've had him; not that that matters. His agony is what my customers and I get off on, not his pleasure. Still, he is showing definite signs of overuse and my regulars will begin complaining in another day or so, so it's off to the knacker's if he doesn't attract a permanent sale tonight. "Loosen up, boy!" I hiss menacingly in his ear, as I squeeze the other ear viciously between leather-clad fingers; he squawks, terrified, at the mundane nature of this novel source of pain and I take the opportunity to slam the dildo into his ass. He screams, a horrible agonized howl as the dildo splits open his abused shit-tube, the pain seems worse after he has rested, the vessels in his rectum having swollen tight in their futile efforts at healing, bruises sprout like purple flowers over the surface of his body, congregating on his ass, pooling around the hairless pit of his groin where teeth and fingers and clothes-pins and whips and whatnot have had their fun with their favorite parts of his anatomy I always have my fun with the meat first thing upon rising. After a full sleep, their bodies have not yet had the opportunity to begin production of the mind-numbing endorphins my torture releases. This kid's poor bewildered psyche is still present, and it howls and shrieks and forces his body to pull futilely against his bonds trying desperately to lift his buttocks up off the dildo embedded in his ass. I drive the rubber intruder up into him again and again and again, as I reach around his taut, sweaty body to pull at the alligator clips attached to his swollen purple bruised nipples his head thrashes stringy blond hair whipping against my face as he writhes patheticly. I maul his ass with my lifelike rubber cock; ten inches long, enormously fat, heavy swollen balls, an incredibly lifelike mold of the real thing, "Jeff Stryker's" I recall. I clutch at the boy, pressing hard, my ripped pecs flush against his scrawny back, I work out fanatically in the afternoons after breaking in the meat for my customer's nightly enjoyment. With ample strength and stamina, and a rubber dong, I can piston myself relentlessly in whatever holes are available in the chicken I supply my diners with. But for the fact that I unstrap my dick to pee and I have no literal balls, there is no way to distinguish me from a fully developed male of the species; If I were to ever get caught at my trade, my greatest hope would be life in a prison based on genetics and genitalia. I can only drool at the thought of all that raw female meat ripe for fucking, I'd be like a kid in a candy store. My two inch dick, grown from illicitly obtained hormones gets nice and hard as I fuck the kid's ass, pressing against the base of the dildo as I slam into him, imagining myself let loose in a prisonful of captive bitches ripe for my plucking. I lose myself, imagine my cock, MY cock, long and fat, I swear I can feel it, sometimes in less lucid moments I imagine it must be a past life experience as I swear I feel MY cock splitting into the writhing boy, I feel MY cock sliding in the hot warm depths of this scrawny naked boy, feel his ass-muscle rolling tightly up and down the length of MY cock as I brutally violate him. The studs around the base of the harness dig into his ass and as I pull out of him I note with pleasure the tiny red spots of blood beginning to appear on his buttocks. He has shrieked non-stop with varying degrees of intensity since I first penetrated him, and I slam back into him with one last brutal stroke as my cum pools between my legs I only wish there were some way to inject it into their puny little asses and cunts. I've saved the studded harness for the last day; the meat don't know, of course, that the bloody dots are a signal to my customers that they've been tenderized for the final drilling and if the customers wish to purchase some raw meat this is their final opportunity before it's sent off to the knacker's. Clutching myself to the boy as I push myself into him in the final throes of orgasm, I unbuckle the harness and step away from his ass, a clear trail of cum sliding down the hairy surface of my inner thigh, a long drooling "lust-booger" I've always called it. The dildo is still embedded in the kid's ass and he's quit shrieking now he's twisting and crying and working his muscles to try and expel the monster dong violating his rectum; I step up behind him and pull the trailing length of the harness between his thighs, turning it inside out, the studs on the panel that covers my ass are pressed against his groin as I fasten it tightly around his waist he can push all he wants now, the dildo will only slide part-way out, and the more he pushes outward from his rectum, the more the pointed studs are driven into his already sorely abused genitals. I've pulled my leather pants back up, I don't care for anyone to see my actual thumb-sized dick, really it's just a giant clit. I pull my pants up and stride around to the front of the frame where the boy is sobbing, tears rolling down his face. "You should be _grateful_." I grin at him, slap his face with one gloved hand, slap his crotch with the other, guffawing as he howls at the spikes mashing into his tortured groin. I'm in his face, prickly moustache scraping along his smooth cheek. "You'd still be living in the train station if I hadn't picked you up." I squeeze his crotch even harder as he tenses and pulls against his bonds crying out harshly at the abuse of his groin, tears welling in his eyes as he recalls the freedom of a quickly receding past. My favorite wooden paddle is hanging from the side of the frame. It's been used on his ass by scores of men over the past few nights, but never quite like it will be now. I grin, I can feel the little finger hardening in my pants even though I've just come. I bend to bite at the flesh just below his swollen bruised nipples; grabbing the paddle from its hook on the side of the frame, I move behind the boy. "Remember," I whisper cruelly into his ear, "You said you'd do _anything_ for a place to stay." I laugh, my booming laugh echoing cruelly in the small room. I unleash a fantastic blow, a beautifully aimed blow, it lands squarely against the base of the monster rubber dong protruding from the boy's ass, drives it up into him as far as it will go, farther than my hips could drive it. Spikes drive into his buttocks, compress, flatten. A shattering wail is rent from the boy's lungs, the frame jerks from the force of the blow and I slip a hand down the front of my pants to pull at the short fat finger of flesh pressing against my fly I rear back and slam the paddle against his buttocks, over and over, rubbing and pulling myself to the brink of orgasm as the boy's shrieking escalates in desperation until his lungs are emitting one continuous siren-like wail interrupted only by intermittent gasps for air. The front of my pants are pulsating, throbbing, my breathing is ragged as I struggle to fend off climax. Sweating, veins standing out along the length of my thick arms I stand for a moment behind the boy eyes glistening as I watch with fascination the blood trickling down the back of his legs. I've beaten the spikes into his flesh hard enough to break the skin and his rectum has just taken the most vicious reaming of his entire short life. I am quite certain he has never experienced such pain as I have just shown him and I feel a quirky sense of pride at this. The paddle is replaced and I retrieve a wide strap from the far wall in this small party space where I am keeping this particular acquisition; the wooden paddle will do too much damage for what I plan. I'm in front of the boy again, my left hand is down my pants again I'm pulling more slowly this time, too close to coming to wank any more vigorously. I raise the strap, bring it down across the harness covering his groin and am rewarded with a deafening howl as I imagine the spikes driving into his soft flaccid penis and swollen testicles crushed up against his body. Pulling myself, stroking carefully, I pull back again, slam the strap into his groin, over and over I beat at his groin and between his legs tied to the corners of the frame, occasionally I miss my mark and raise a weal across his belly, across a thigh, too caught up in my frenzied lust to aim as carefully as I did with his ass. I feel it; the rippling in my belly, the intense heat in the smoldering pit between my legs; I feel it rolling like an approaching thunderhead and I aim the final blow across his chest, aim directly for the swollen tortured titties clenched between alligator clips; there is an intense explosion of heat in my groin, the sounds of his anguish as the clamps are torn from his nipples meld perfectly with my own wild release; he continues to scream, head thrown back, twisting and pulling with all his puny might against the clothesline, the blood slowly returning to his suddenly released nipples causing him unimaginable agony. I stand, sweating and heaving, only now beginning to notice the puddle of slime in the crotch of my pants. I move toward the writhing, shrieking, bound boy, release the harness; yanking my dick from his ass I admire the results of my expertise, fingering the little bloody red dots covering his buttocks and groin I tweak his nipples cruelly to hear him shriek with renewed vigor. I slip a choke-chain over his head, release first his legs, which I bind tightly together. You'd think such caution wouldn't be necessary, after so many days of torture and abuse; trust me, the survival instinct in humans is awe-inspiring. His arms are next, I tie them tightly behind his back; his wrists and ankles are showing signs of abrasion, rope-burns, after so many days of confinement, but they'll heal, if his new owner even cares. I drag him over to the corner of the room where a heavy metal ring is sunk into the wooden floor, force him face down and padlock one end of the choke chain to the ring so he is unable to even roll onto his side without choking himself he cries as his tortured nipples and genitals contact the hard floor but if he lies without moving and works through the pain he will be able to get some rest over the rest of the afternoon before the guests arrive for his final auction. I am off to clean my harness and dildo, not to mention the mess in my pants; get in a good workout, and hunt down some new meat, before the guests arrive. *************end