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Subject: Hometown Visit 4 Category: Incest/Authoritarian This is a work of fiction. Do not read if you are under eighteen. All characters are completely fictional and eighteen and over. Never do anything like this in real life. And if you enjoy , donate. Hometown Visit 4 John opened the trunk and looked at his son and slave in the trunk. The boy was naked, hooded, tied up, and collared. His cock was soft and John took a moment to admire how tight and smooth his body was. Then he lifted him out of the trunk, attached a leash to the collar, and led him blind and tied up into the barn. When he got him there, he untied his hands from behind his back. Then he attached them to the rafters by rope. It left the boy's arms spread out and up at an angle. Once he trusted the boy was totally secured, he went back to the car and got out everything he had purchased earlier. He removed the leash and placed it on the table next to his other goods. The boy was surprisingly quiet. That was about to change. John hadn't been able to find a dildo when he went shopping. What he did find was a broom with a rubber handle. He removed the handle and wet it with lube. Then he walked behind the boy and prodded his ass with the handle. He rubbed it on the boy's butthole. Then he pushed. The boy jerked and whimpered. John grabbed hold of his hips to stabilize him and then fed him another inch of the broom handle. Then another. Then another. John fucked him with it for ten minutes, enjoying his whimpers, then left it with about eight inches still in the kid. John's dick was still soft, but he could feel it starting to tighten. He put on some rubber gloves gaziantep travesti and got out some cold to extra hot muscle cream. He started out pleasantly, rubbing the boys back and shoulders. He ran his fingers straight down his spine and enjoyed kneading the kid's flesh. Then he got on his knees and rubbed Tommy's thighs and calves. The kid was moaning with pleasure. He could tell when the heat hit. The kid started cursing and thrashing. John wasn't done though. He added more cream to his hand and went for some of the spots he had earlier avoided. He pinched the boy's tiny nipples and rubbed the cream in deep. Then he reached for the boy's balls and cock. He masturbated the cream into the kid's junk. Then he got a chair, a cigar and a beer and sat down to watch. He unzipped his pants and slowly masturbated watching the kid struggle. He couldn't see the boy's face, but for some reason the sound of his crying and moans got him harder than even the biggest pair of tits ever had. The broom handle was almost fucking Tommy as he struggled. Tommy's dick was still soft. John came close to cumming three times before he decided to take a break. He didn't want to ruin any of the fun by nutting too soon. He left the boy hanging there and went for dinner. When he came back, clearly the cream had worn off. His son was no longer struggling, but instead just hung there. John pulled the hood off. Tommy's eyes were red from tears. John asked him, "Do you like pain, slave?" The boy shook his head and gulped. John followed up, "You can end this by saying the right word. No money, but I let you go. gaziantep masaj salonları You know the word?" Tommy whispered, "Orange." John wanted one more affirmative. He asked, "Should I stop?" Tommy shook his head no. John stripped off then. He didn't want to get wet and wanted to make sure the cream didn't get on him, even if it was no longer active. He gave Tommy a sponge bath. He didn't bother to dry him off because he liked the way he looked wet. Still naked, he got out the needle. He sterilized it and seized Tommy's left nipple in his finger. Then he pushed it through. Afterwards, he did the right. He put in silver hoop earrings. He was pleased with the way they looked and how still the boy had been. Then he got the electric razor. He knew the kid must love his hair and John didn't mind it really. But he thought it made the boy look a little like a faggot and he wanted to take it away from him. The boy started begging when he realized what he was about to do, but didn't say the magic word. John shaved Tommy's head with the electric razor until it was nothing but stubble, then he took a wet razor and shaved the kid bald to the skin. He looked different. Definitely less human and more like a slave. He was also crying. Precum leaked out of John's semi hard dick. He was getting bored of the barn. He decided to make the kid cum before going outside though. He dripped lube on his son's cock, then took it in his right hand and started slowly jerking him off. When he was hard, he decided to go for the gold. He pressed his lips to the boy's and stuck his tongue inside. He gaziantep escort bayan began hungrily kissing him as he furiously wanked him. His other hand jerked and pulled the nipple piercings and massaged his chest and stomach. When the boy got close, his chest started moving faster and faster. He moaned into John's mouth and exploded. He thought about making Tommy clean his jizz off him, but decided to leave it for now. Then he attached the leash and unstrung the boy. He dragged him by the leash and imagined for a moment this was hundreds of years ago and the boy really was his property. He imagined hurting him without care and using him anyway he wanted for the rest of his life. Breeding him. Shit. His dick felt like it was going to break off it was so hard. He got the kid's arms and wrapped them around the tree outside. He tied Tommy's hands together so the boy was basically hugging the tree. Then he jerked the broom handle out of him, hard and quick. Tommy yipped. John wanted to fuck him hard, right there outside like an animal. Bound to the tree. But he wanted to try the belt or whip more. He pressed his body against the boy's and lowered his face to the boy's ear. He whispered, "We are almost done." Then he stepped back. He had to at least ask. He said: We are almost done with all the hard stuff, Tommy. I'm going to whip you, then we can go in and no more torture. Maybe sex, but no more real pain. I can do this two ways. I can use a switch on you like my grand daddy used on me. Or I can use the belt. Or I can use the bullwhip. Switch or belt, that is what I paid for and intended. But if you let me gag you and give up your out, then we have a whole new ball game. Give up the right to say orange and to stop me. Become a real slave. I'll whip you maybe bloody, but I'll give you an extra three grand for just a few scars. Up to you. Think about it. John went inside then for the belt and whip. He opened up a beer. When it was finished, he returned for the verdict.