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My New Boyfriend
by bLACKFLAg (latim3r@yahoo.com)

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A young boy finds a new life in America, but not quite 
the one he expected. (MMm, inc, beast, orgy)

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Don't read this if you are offended by racial slurs. 
The narrator is a heartless sadist, after all and you 
wouldn't expect him to be PC in the liberal mode. The 
boy he finds is made to submit in every way to our 
protagonist's perverted desires. A tribute to Dale10.

Dear Sir,

I suppose you’d like to hear more about my current boy. 
Well, first off, he’s a young Mexican. Very pretty, at 
least I think so. He’s more of the Indian looking type, 
high cheekbones and a sweet oval face. His eyes are 
almond shaped, but large and as black as obsidian. Slim 
build, and rather short. He looks year younger than he 
actually is. He’s naturally hairless, that is he has no 
hair on his chest and arms and almost none on his legs, 
except for a fine dusting on his calves. 

His balls are also free of hair. He had a little cock 
bush, just a fuzzy triangle of soft, downy black hair 
above his cock. That was before I started waxing it off 
of him. He had a few stragglers under each arm as well, 
but I waxed those off ,too. I like to use wax, but not 
for any fetishistic reasons, I assure you. It’s just 
more practical. One has to do it much less frequently 
than shaving. Besides, it’s so much fun to hear the 
ripping sound when one tears it away from the skin. Not 
to mention the yelps of agony coming from the boy. 

Oh, yes, he’s got very wide and full lips. I guess that 
comes from the Spanish blood. They look so pretty, 
especially wrapped around a fat white cock. 

I’m not as big a fan as you are of elongated tits on 
boys. Sow-tits, I think you call them. I understand the 
value of stretching boys tits out to make them look 
more like faggot pussies, and the resulting 
humiliation. However, I would rather keep them smaller, 
and more boyish looking. Each to his own tastes. I did 
have them both pierced. You should have heard him yell 
when I did that!

His nipples are dark brown and since I pierced them 
they stand out like little erasers on his flat chest at 
all times. I put some rather heavy rings in them. They 
look real cute and it’s fun to attach a chain to them 
and lead him around by them. I did have to tie him down 
to do it, and gag him with one of my old socks. That 
was, in itself a nice sight, by the way. He pissed 
himself when he saw the needle. So, he had to lie in 
his own piss while I shoved it through one tender 
tittie and then the other. 

Afterwards, I made him clean up the mess he had made, 
with his tongue, of course and slurp up any drips off 
the floor. It was a fine sight, I assure you. Naked 
little beaner, down on his hands and knees, rump in the 
air, slurping his own urine off the floor. Rings 
dangling from his freshly pieced nipples. I had to fuck 
him right there. 

He’s such a good learner! He may have been still 
moaning with pain, but he shoved his ass back to meet 
my thrusts with enthusiasm. His little hole gripped me 
nice and tight, just as I taught him, and even tighter 
when I pulled on his new tit rings.

I met him at a bus station about two months ago. He was 
trying to solicit me for sex. I got friendly with him 
and took him out to coffee. He opened up enough to let 
me know he was "Gay" (a term I hate, by the way. There 
are better names for twats like him. Faggot, Cunthole, 
Pussyboy, Cockslave, to mention a few of the names he 
goes by, now), and that he had recently left Mexico. He 
had nothing but the clothes on his back and was trying 
to earn some money for breakfast. I generously bought 
him a large plate of food and after talking for awhile, 
offered him $100. if he’d come back to my place and 
blow me. 

Once back at my quiet apartment I let him blow me. He 
got naked for me, even doing a clumsy strip-tease, 
which he thought would make me hornier. After he got 
his clothes off he dropped to his knees in front of me 
and went right to work, guiding my cock to his lips, 
and humming happily as he licked the fat drops of cock-
lube off the tip. He was quite an expert at it. Great 
at deep-throating even my fat cock. 

After I came, I let him watch some of my videos, the 
commercial ones, with just boring gay sex, but he was 
interested, never having seen the likes before. Then, I 
suggested a beer. He agreed eagerly, wanting, no doubt 
to impress me with how grown up he was. Well, you know 
how these half-breeds are, one beer and he was lit, two 
and he was drunk. 

It didn’t take long for him to open up and tell me his 
whole story. How his brothers had made him suck their 
cocks from age five. How his dad had found out about it 
and made the boy do him, too, nearly every night. How 
his brothers had actually fucked him once or twice. 

If that wasn’t enough for the twat, he was even doing 
some of the other boys in the village, too. Friends of 
his brothers, he said. Word finally got out to some of 
the other parents that he was a cocksucker and he had 
to flee because his family couldn’t stand the disgrace 
of a homo son. He had come here because he had heard 
that in California it was okay to be "Gay".

Well, you should have seen my little acting job then. I 
got real wide-eyed at this and told him some bullshit 
about how, even though it was okay to be "Gay" in 
California, that it was very illegal to have incestuous 
relations. I said that if the police found out that 
he’d been fucking around with his brother’s and Papa 
that he would probably be thrown in prison for a long 
time and then deported. 

I went on to describe all the bad things that can 
happen when a pretty queer boy is put in a cell with a 
big pent-up black inmate. How he would be raped over 
and over and made into a punk, selling his ass for 
cigarettes. He started to cry when I told him this and 
begged me not to tell anyone. 

The sight of those big eyes dripping tears down his 
cheeks naturally got me hard as a rock. I leaned over 
hugged his little nude body to me, and licked his tears 
away, comforting him, kissing him, and telling him I 
would keep his little secret. He was so grateful and so 
drunk he hugged kissed me back, then went down to get 
my pecker out. He gave me another great blow job. 

I sensed his naturally submissive nature. He was far 
more in to getting a cock in his mouth that he was with 
receiving pleasure. He jacked his cock while he deep-
throated me and came off just before I blasted in my 
mouth. But, he never asked for reciprocation.

What he didn’t know about, of course, was the video 
camera I had hidden in the wall. 

I let him stay, putting him to bed and letting him 
sleep it off. He has a pretty, pert brown ass and I 
wanted to fuck it, but I knew I’d get my chance later 
and restrained myself admirably.

The next morning, after breakfast he wanted my dick in 
his mouth again. I made him crawl under the table and 
suck my nuts first, before feeding him my cock and more 
of the white jelly he loved so much. When he had 
finished up and I had pulled myseelf together again, I 
had him sit with me on the couch. I turned on the TV 
and showed him the little video I had made of our talk 
the day before. He sat there, looking shocked and 
scared out of his wits. 

He was so cute with his little mouth dropped open, his 
eyes swimming in tears. I pulled him to me and forced 
my tongue down his throat. He resisted, the little 
shit, and tried to pull away, but I just grabbed him 
all the tighter. When I let go of him he was shaking. 
He began crying hysterically and pleaded with me to get 
rid of the tape and let him go. 

What could I say, when I saw those pretty eyes 
squinching up and spilling over with tears? I laughed 
at him and called him a dirty little queer, of course. 
Then I told him what was going to happen. He was going 
to stay with me, as my own personal "Boyfriend". 

He was going to do as he was told from now on, unless 
he wanted me to send the tape to the police. I also 
told him not to bother trying to destroy the tape 
itself, because I already had a few copies made which I 
had sent to some trusted friends. (I’m sorry I couldn’t 
count you among then, old boy. 

You see, I do like you and admire you. You’ve been a 
source of great inspiration. But, I know better than to 
trust you with such things. You’d have him sold right 
out from under me in a New York minute! Now admit it, 
am I right or wrong? I probably shouldn’t even tell you 
this much!)

Anyway, that same day we had our little fire. This was 
truly one of the great experiences of my life, and a 
turning point for the Slut-boy. I directed him as to 
how to start the fireplace, first. Then I made him get 
dressed in all his old clothes. When the fire got going 
and was blazing away I made him do a little strip tease 
fro me. Each article of clothing he took off he had to 
throw in the fireplace, right down to his dirty, worn 
sneakers. 

He looked sad and humiliated, but a part of him liked 
it. His cock got harder and harder as he watched his 
clothes, his last possessions, burn before his eyes. 
His nasty undershorts were the last to go. He stood 
facing the fire, tears streaming down his cheeks. His 
little dick was hard and jerking with his heartbeat. He 
went a little sway-backed as he balled the filthy 
things in his fist. He sobbed and tossed them. 

As soon as the flames caught them and began consuming 
the tattered fabric, his eyes went wide and his cock 
just spurted on its own! He just stood there, his legs 
trembling his cock flinging jets of boy-juice in the 
the fire. It hissed and sizzled as it hit the embers. 

His prick was still pulsing out dribbles of cum when he 
collapsed on the floor, crying freely and curling 
himself up into a fetal position. It was enough to have 
me on the verge of an orgasm, just watching. I jumped 
up and went over to him. Kneeling down I grabbed his 
hair in my fist and pulled him up. I raped his mouth 
until I was ready to shoot. Then I pulled it out and 
sprayed my cum-load on his crying, snotty little face. 
And that's all the kid wore for the next couple of 
days. I refused to let him wash his face after that. 

Of course, I added several loads to that one and soon 
his face was a mask of dried, flaking jism. Eventually 
I had to get him in the shower, though. About three 
days later, when I could no longer stand the stink of 
him. 

I should spend a minute telling you about his dick. 
It’s about four inches when it’s fully hard, dark brown 
and sports a long foreskin. It’s about the size and 
width of a hot dog. His foreskin used to be a bit 
shorter than it is now. I attached weights to it and 
made him go around for days like that until it pulled 
down into a little funnel. I had it pierced as well and 
over time I stretched the holes out until it could 
accommodate a padlock. 

No, not some tiny suitcase padlock, a real one. I never 
have to worry about him beating his meat now. It’s too 
uncomfortable for him to try and jack a dick with a 
heavy chunk of metal at the end. Sometimes I make him 
try for the fun of it. The lock usually starts swinging 
so much that it bangs his shaft painfully, not to 
mention scraping his knuckles. When the padlock comes 
off, which is rare, he has two big holes in his skin, 
and it’s pretty obvious from seeing them what a pervert 
he is. 

Of course, it also makes peeing like a boy impossible. 
He has to sit, that is when he’s allowed to use a 
toilet bowl. Usually, I make him squat in the grass in 
my little yard. I live in a rather nice building, 
although it is older. All of the apartments are one 
story and each have nice private yards. 

It’s a lovely sight, watching him piss outside. His 
padlocked dick sprays his pee in every direction. He 
always gets it all over his legs and tummy, and much of 
it dribbles over his nut sack. His scrotum, by the way, 
is also very pretty. It’s very pert and plump, not very 
wrinkled. His testicles are about the size of pecans in 
the shell. I have a lot of fun playing with them, 
squeezing down on them until he’s screaming and 
sweating, and twisting the sack around until their 
positions are reversed.

But I digress. After I made him burn everything he 
owned, I fucked him. Such a sweet tight pussy he’s got. 
He made a fuss abut it, begged me to take it out after 
I had gotten just the head in him! He said his brothers 
had only fucked him once, or twice and that he wasn’t 
used to it. I just laughed at him and told him it was 
high time he did get used to it, since it was going to 
be a regular part of his day from now on. Do you know 
that stupid little faggot still complained and cried 
like a girl as I fucked him? He kept begging me to take 
it out, that my cock as too big and that I was tearing 
him up. 

I had to stop what I was doing and slap him around 
until he shut up. Then the fucking really began. I was 
annoyed that I had been interrupted, so I jammed as 
hard as I could and swirled my hips around as I held it 
deep, really stirring up his guts for him. He continued 
to moan. I’m sure I was hitting places he’d never knew 
existed up his boy-pussy. 

At first I fucked him doggie-style, but I wanted to 
treat him like a real cunt, so I pulled out and flipped 
him on his back. I held onto his ankles and plowed him 
again. I could clearly see his flushed tear stained 
face and every grimace. His tears made tracks in the 
dried on cum and he looked like a little painted 
Indian. It was kind of hot. 

Every time I saw him wince I punched even harder. After 
a bit he just lay there with his eyes closed, biting 
his lip, and groaning. Despite his earlier protests, 
his cock got hard and his balls drew up, practically up 
into his slim body. He even started to hunch his pelvis 
at me, meeting my thrusts. It was a lovely sight, the 
slim brown body under me, working on my cock to get me 
off. It worked. 

After all, I’m not made of stone. I gushed my load up 
his butt, peaking out into a very satisfying orgasm 
that felt like it went on for several minutes. He was 
grabbing his cock and trying to jerk it as I shot my 
fuck up im, but I grabbed his wrists and forced both 
arms over his head, falling on him and shoving my 
tongue into his parted lips.

Afterwards, of course, I made him suck my dick clean. 
He gagged and moaned, but did it. I told him that he 
was going to have to lick up anything he dared to puke, 
and I’m happy to say he took my words to heart. He 
managed to keep it all down his tummy, even though he 
wrinkled his nose in disgust and wiped his lips 
furiously afterwards with the back of his hand several 
times. 

By this time his little boy-clit had gone limp again. 
He timidly asked me if he could use the bathroom. I 
could see he was beginning to suffer cramps from all 
the fuck juice I had shot up his cunt. I refused at 
first. But, he soon began begging me and he had a real 
cute look of agony on his face. I made him hold it for 
another hour, then I took him out back and made him 
shit it out on the lawn while I took some of my first 
pictures of him. 

Did you know that even dark-skinned boys can blush? It 
looks real sweet, too. They just turn a shade darker 
and their skin glows warmly. He tried to keep his head 
down, he was so ashamed, but I ordered him to look up 
and smile for me as I snapped away. 

I don’t mind it when I see pictures where kids have 
that expression of disgust or embarrassment when they 
are being photographed doing something they don’t want 
to do. But, I wanted to train him to be a good whore 
and pretend, at least to be enjoying what he is doing. 
It can be a real turn-on, too, albeit a subtle one. 

Imagine if you will, a naked kid squatting and spewing 
a man’s fuck from his asshole, while he smiles, a bit 
too widely, his eyes betraying that smile, reflecting 
deep shame. It’s enough to make my dick swell, just 
thinking about it. 

As I have said, you have been of great help in 
suggesting, through your many stories, proper training 
for young boys. For instance, I almost never allow him 
to cum more than once or twice a month. It keeps him 
pent-up and willing to do anything. I never let him 
know when I will allow this, which makes him even more 
tractable.

I also never allow him to watch TV. Such trash on these 
days, I'm sure you’ll agree, what with aging sluts like 
Janet Jackson baring her saggy milk-bags in front of 
millions, and all sorts of commercials for things a boy 
like him will never get, like say, new sneakers. It’s 
so unhealthy for a queer-boy to be exposed to this sort 
of thing, for any boy, for that matter. It raises their 
expectations to unreal levels. 

The only television he is ever allowed to watch are 
videos from my collection of porn. As a matter of fact, 
he has to keep one going at all times, even when he’s 
doing the housework. Now, that’s educational 
television! He has no real reading material, either, 
but does have some queer-sex magazines he can thumb 
through if he’s feeling bored while I’m at work. All 
those pictures of boys getting fucked up the ass, 
sucking cock, slurping assholes, and such. It keeps him 
focused on what he’s good for. 

I remember your writing about a girl who had to service 
her brothers and Dad and how they decorated her room 
with blow-ups of cocks. I thought that was a great idea 
so I did the same for my little bitch. He doesn’t 
really have a room, per se, it’s just a closet in my 
bedroom and I took the door when he was moved into it. 
But it is covered from floor to ceiling with pictures 
of cock and pictures of fucking and sucking and other 
sorts of perversions. The effect is rather striking and 
oddly disorienting at first. 

You’ll think I’m being too soft on him, I’m sure, when 
I tell you I did provide him an old blanket and even a 
pillow. He still has to sleep on the floor and in my 
defense, it is a very old blanket and quite smelly by 
now, since I never allow it to be washed, and often use 
it when I feel the urge to fuck him on the floor. The 
pillow is pretty old as well and stinks of sex. 

I’ve often used it to prop his ass up, and plenty of my 
fuck and his ass juices have dripped onto it. But, 
really, he’s such a good slave he actually seems to 
prefer it to occasionally being allowed to sleep with 
me. My bed’s got to be more comfortable than the bare 
floor, even if he does have to sleep under the covers 
at my feet. 

I do like to have my feet kept warm by his body, love 
the feeling of stretching out and feeling his soft warm 
skin under my soles. Nothing like it on a winter’s 
night. But, little animal that he is, he’ll take the 
floor of the closet over my fluffy bed anytime if I’m 
kind enough to give him the choice.

Diet is important, as you know. It makes me absolutely 
sick to see some of the kids these day. Just today I 
saw some ten or eleven year old, riding to school on 
his shiny new bike, his fat belly overhanging his 
waistband like some middle-aged Plummer. He had that 
fat bratty face you see so often nowadays, grossly 
over-indulged by equally over-indulged parents. I can 
just hear him whining for Pizza or candy or a "Kid’s 
meal" at McJack-in-the Crack’s, and fighting with his 
sister for the cheap plastic toys inside. Ugh. 

None of that for my boy. He eats only nutritious dog-
food from a bowl on the kitchen floor. Believe me, it’s 
far better fare than he ate when living in his poor 
village in Mexico. He thought it actually smelled and 
tasted pretty good from the start. He never gets 
anything else, so he never complains. 

I’m not even sure he knew it was dog food, at first. 
When I started buying a brand that had a picture of a 
German Shepherd on it, I think he got the idea. Either 
that, or he thinks I’m feeding him dog meat. And 
there’s nothing better to wash it down with than a bowl 
of tap water. I never give it to him cold, but lukewarm 
or even a little warmer. 

I want it to remind him of my warm piss, right out of 
my own tap. I’ve often mixed piss into his water, but 
generally, just for the joy of humiliating him in front 
of friends. Keeping a slave well-hydrated is essential 
to keeping his energy level up, I’ve found. And, I make 
sure he gets all his vitamins, too, including Vitamin 
V. 

He takes one or two Viagra a day, just to keep his cock 
hard and juicy. I like to see him doing his chores with 
a hard-on wagging around as he moves. And he does get 
to munch on my turds a lot, every morning in fact. It 
wasn’t hard to get him to learn to eat them, simpler 
than I thought. A simple threat to cut off his balls 
and make him eat them did the trick. 

He had a hard time swallowing the first huge log I fed 
him, but after that he got used to it and now he begs 
for them. He’s such a natural submissive little sissy 
that he seems to enjoy anything that comes out of a 
real man’s body. He loves my piss and will eagerly 
guzzle it, even if I’ve just slapped his head in the 
middle of the night to get him up and be my toilet. His 
diet is well taken care of, I can tell you. Low in 
sugar, low on carbs, and high in protein. 

Since I grew up in California I speak Spanish quite 
well. On the other, hand, since he’s from a poor part 
of Mexico, and hasn’t been here very long he speaks 
almost no English. He isn’t allowed to go out anywhere, 
since it means finding something for him to wear, so he 
is kept rather isolated and very dependant on me. This 
is not to say that he never sees anyone. 

He gets to see my friends quite often. In fact, some of 
them have a key to the front door and will drop by when 
I’m away. Usually, they come over for blow jobs, or a 
nice afternoon fuck. My cock-slave knows he has to be 
nice to them and do what he’s told. Just to help them 
out I keep a large sign in the kitchen with 
translations to help them with the right phrases. 

I’ve sometimes come home to find him on his knees 
sucking off one of my buddies, or even found him on the 
kitchen floor getting his twat tunneled. Once I came 
home to find my friend and his dog there. My friend was 
kind enough to show the boy how to get fucked by his 
beautiful Golden Retriever. This made a nice photo 
session, once I got out my camera. It’s heartwarming 
how that boy took to the dog. He even took care to 
clean the dog’s shit-laden dick after the animal had 
shot his canine juices up the kid’s bitch-cunt. 

I asked my friend if his dog might want to come over 
and play on a regular basis. He’s a healthy young male 
and needs a bitch to fuck, after all. My friend was 
glad to get the help. Says it makes his dog a lot 
calmer. The boy gets fucked by that dog twice a week.

It’s quite nice to watch one of these little romps. My 
boy starts out by tongue kissing the dog, really 
frenching him. After that he might rim the dog’s 
asshole, or lap at his balls, or both. Soon, he’s 
sucking the dog’s slimy cock. When the animal is primed 
for it, the kid hops up and leans belly down over an 
ottoman and beckons to the dog, smiling broadly. 

The dog may start to lick ass for a second or two 
before mounting, but he’s usually up and pounding away 
at that pussy in a moment. The kid knows he has to make 
it good for the dog, just as he does for anyone who is 
kind enough to stuff him with cock, and he humps back 
for each thrust of the dog’s furry loins. We have to 
put a towel across the bitch’s back because those blunt 
claws can scratch his back up something awful. Not that 
I’d care, except I don’t want him to have too many 
marks, yet. 

When he gets older and fucked out, I’d like to see he 
back criss-crossed with claw marks, before I get rid of 
him. That way he’ll live the rest of his life with the 
evidence of being a dog’s bitch for anyone else to see. 
By that time, he’ll probably be such a whore that he’ll 
be proud of them. 

So, now you know how it’s been going. As you can see, 
you have been of great help and inspiration, 
influencing this cunt-boy’s life from afar. He owes you 
a debt of gratitude he’ll never be able to repay, as do 
I.

There’s more to tell and lots to teach the boy still. 
Feel free to make suggestions at any time.

Here’s a pic of the happy little cunt, just after I 
gave him a piss shower in the yard about a month ago.

Please take care of yourself and write soon...

bLACKFLAg

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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a 
fellow convict in their local prison.
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