'should Not Have Looked


by Hydiez <Hydiez@hotmail.com>

I found myself on my knees, with my wrists tied to my back, naked, in front of this fourteen year old boy. How this could happen to me? He leered at me, plainly amused by my predicament. He was having fun and he intended to have even more.

It was all so stupid, when I saw him playing basket, I just took a peek at him, I found him _s_e_x_y, somewhat primitive and raw in his face, but I couldn't imagine how pervert was this man, I mean, boy.

We were in a rarely visited part of the park, my clother in a pile by my side, I was very afraid that someone would see us. He forced me on my back, my body resting on my arms and hurting, he lowered his trousers and he sat on my face. He told me that if I didn't suck his hole to his taste, he would hit my balls and they would hurt a lot. He didn't weight very much, but my head hurt and my arms, and his bottom was not very clean. To make his point clear he gave a good smack to my balls, once, then twice, I started to put all my will in sucking and puting my tongue where it would give him as much pleasure as possible. But he kept on punishing my balls, I tried to double over with the pain, incapable of concentrating in anything but in that pain. He suddenly stood up and started kicking me while I laid on the floor. He kept shouting at me that I was a faggot and that I better learn to obey him or else I would get out of this badly. I promise that I would but I couldn't anything else under that barrage of kicks. Now I was dirty, scratched and full of marks evidence of the treatment I have just received.

He put his dick out of his trouser and ordered me to kiss it, but when I finally manage to stand on my knees and I was going to do what he asked me, he started pissing, a yellow, fouling smell piss with which he covered me in his piss. He told me that I was mad if I thought that he was going ever to let me touch him, he was only giving me a lesson so that I never looked a teenager again. He made me stand, put more rope around my neck and pulled it up a tree so that I was nearly choking, I had to keep my feet extended to avoid choking, and since my wrists were still tied to my back, I barely could support myself with my body against the tree. He left me like that for a while but he came back with a lot of switches of different sizes taken from the near trees.

I was trying to liberate my wrists with very little success, I felt the blood running in them from the wounds the ropes were making on me. When he came back he took one of the switches and started lashing at me with it all over my body. I soon started to cry with the pain and frustration. It was becoming very serious and I could do nothing about it, I started shouting for help but he gagged me as soon as I started with my own clothes. When he broke the switch he was using he started with another. And another. And another. I was completely drenched in piss, blood and sweat, beyond feeling, when he left me like that. At least he cut the ropes and I could manage to go to the hospital by myself.

The problem was that he enjoyed himself too much and he would come back for more. But that's another story.


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