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Subject: A Good Boy for Mr B Part 13 This is a continuation of a story started by somebody else. We had lots of hot chats over the real life inspirations behind the story but then the writer’s email address disappeared. I am assuming he doesn’t ever plan to finish the story, so I thought I’d continue it myself. Apologies to him if he was planning to go back there. A Good Boy for Mr B – Part 13 Ryan’s Return I had no idea what had gone on upstairs with Jake, Mr B and Josh. I had heard moaning and a little struggling maybe, but I had spent the time on my knees just so frustrated and hard, my legs and my wrists bound in Mr B’s bondage device. But now here I was back in the thick of it – it’s hard to explain how I was tied. My arms this time were stretched to each corner of the bed, but then my little body was bent double so that my legs could be bound together to the headboard. Basically my arse was in the air and was there for the taking. It was pretty uncomfortable for me, but I knew that didn’t matter. In fact, for Mr B and Josh, it made it hotter. And now Jake was looking at me with complete lust in his eyes. “Fuck Ry,” he said, “you really love this don’t you?” My nail was hard as steel. I was starting to sweat from the way I was tied, the ropes not really helping and my muscles having to do a lot of the work. “I love it,” I moaned, “fuck me Jake. Fuck me hard!” He climbed up onto the bed and knelt up, one knee either side of me. “Tease him first,” I heard Mr B said, “tongue his hole. Make him beg for your boy cock.” “Fuck yeah,” said Josh, “make the little slut desperate for you!” Jake scooted back so he was kneeling on the floor at the foot of the bed and he leaned in so his tongue was inches from my hole. I whimpered as I felt him lick me tentatively. Then I heard him moan and he really started to go to town, forcing my hole open with his tongue and probing it deep inside. He slurped and gulped like his life depended on it – whatever my sweaty arse tasted of, Jake was absolutely loving it! “Fuck Ryan,” he moaned, coming up for air, “you taste amazing!” I moaned and wriggled as best I could as he continued to make love to my arse. I turned my head slightly and etiler escort could see Mr B had sat in a chair next to the bed and Josh was on his knees deep throating him – I could see them outline of Mr B’s cock deep in Josh’s throat and I wondered how the fuck he was breathing. Mr B was holding his head in place. “Fuck yes, little teenage pedo slut, fucking take it,” he grunted. Jake was still tonguing my insides and it felt like my body was on fire. “Please Jake,” I moaned, “please fuck me. Fuck me hard!” This time, neither man stopped him as he knelt into position again and slid his cock into my hole. He had to point it downwards, such was the way I was bent double. The effect was amazing – as soon as it was fully inside me, it hit my boy button and I felt a surge of sexual pleasure run through me. Jake was super hard and horny as fuck, his boyish hands all over my body as he started to fuck me. Every thrust hit my button and I was just lost in pleasure, gazing at Jake’s hot 11 year old body as it wriggled around on top of me and as he bred me hard. Jake leaned over a little and started to kiss me as we fucked. I moaned into his mouth as his tongue entered mine. I thought I could taste my own arse on him and I didn’t find it gross – I was more turned on than I had ever been in my life before. Still kissing me, Jake thrust one final time inside me before his cock started to shoot his boy juice. As it coated my button and his cock head brushed it again, I lost myself to orgasm – my little cocklet twitching like crazy, desperately trying to cum but still not able to because, after all, I was still only a little boy. Jake collapsed on top of me, breaking the kiss and licking down my neck. As he got off me, I realised Mr B had obviously cum again down Josh’s throat, then realised excitedly that he was pissing straight into Josh’s mouth and the teen perv was gulping it down. “Fuck,” Jake laughed, “that’s nasty!” “It’s one of the duties of a good slave boy,” Mr B grinned, “you’ll find out soon enough.” “No fucking way,” Jake said, defiantly, “there’s no way you’ll be pissing in my mouth!” Mr B’s flow stopped and he got etimesgut escort up from the chair. Jake took a step back, maybe trying to avoid him, but Mr B was too quick. He grabbed Jake by the neck and started to strangle him. I could see Jake struggling and crying but I was bound tight and couldn’t help. Jake was clearly struggling for air now, and at the last moment, Mr B let him go and he fell to the floor, dazed. Mr B and Josh lifted him, still groggy into the chair and tied him securely, his arms lashed to the chair arms and both feet tied at the ankles to the chair legs. Mr B left the room for a while as Josh untied me. I wanted to run to Jake and check he was ok but I didn’t dare. Soon, Mr B was back, carrying a massive measuring jug from the kitchen. “Sadly, my tank is empty. But Ryan, you look like you need to piss. Piss in here.” I aimed my soft boy cock at the jug and I pissed. It was pretty yellow looking and there was lots of it. When I’d finished, Mr B passed the jug to Josh and he let rip with his own stream – this was clearer than mine. I think that means he drinks more water. Mr B taught us that I think. When he had finished, the jug was full of cooling piss. Jake had come round and was shaking his head in horror, but I knew it was no good. He needed to learn not to piss Mr B off. Mr B offered the jug to his lips. “Open!” Jake kept his mouth tightly closed. Mr B nodded at Josh, who walked over and knelt in front of the chair. He made a fist and punched Jake, hard, right in the balls. As Jake cried out, Mr B tipped some of the piss into his mouth. He spluttered and spat most of it out, so Josh punched his nuts again. This time, Mr B gave him time to calm down, before calmly explaining, “you are mine Jake. If I want you to drink piss, you will drink piss. Now, be a good boy and open your mouth so I can pour it into your mouth and you can drink it. Or Josh will see to it that you never get a hard on again. Now that would be a waste, wouldn’t it?!” Tears streaming down his face, Jake opened his mouth. Mr B poured in a good mouthful of piss. Jake just sat there as it coated his tongue and filled his mouth. Josh was wanking etlik escort and I realised that watching this was making me hard again. “Swallow,” Mr B ordered. And Jake swallowed. I could see his throat gulping and could imagine the piss making its way down into his stomach. Jake opened his mouth again. “Good boy,” Mr B chuckled, “fucking good little piss guzzling slave boy.” He poured in more until Jake’s mouth was full. Jake swallowed again, this time without being ordered. Mr B carried this on until the jug was two thirds gone, then he said, “now Jake. Who do you think should drink the rest?” I could see Jake was disgusted with himself. He clearly hated the taste and wanted no more. “Ryan,” he said quietly. “I’m sorry,” Mr B said, “I didn’t quite catch that! Tell me nice and loud exactly what you think should happen!” “I think Ryan needs to drink the rest of the piss,” Jake said, louder. “Beg me to feed it to Ryan! Tell me why!” “Please Mr B,” Jake said, still crying, “please I can’t take any more. Please feed it to Ryan!” “I won’t have to,” Mr B chuckled. He handed the jug to me. I knew what I had to do. This was my first time drinking it, so I just gulped it down as fast as I could. It made me gag a little and the taste was… well, it was pretty awful, but somehow I liked it. I finished all of it and let out a little burp. “Good boy,” Mr B said. “Now I was going to let Jake torture you, Ryan, but as he has been a bad boy, he’s missed out on that. Instead, I’m going to give Jake to Josh for an hour. No limits Josh. Hard as you like. Ryan – you won’t be wanting to see this. Follow me!” Mr B led me from the room as Josh advanced on Jake, an evil look in his eye and his cock rock solid again. I followed Mr B downstairs and he took me to the kitchen. He opened a cupboard and produced a dog cage. He ordered me to take off my t shirt, leaving me naked and lie on the floor and he lifted my legs above me and tied them together, then pulled my hands behind my back and tied these to my legs too. “Fuck yes,” he moaned, “hogtied little boy!” He lifted me up and placed me in the cage. The kitchen was beneath his bedroom, and as Mr B locked the cage and left me alone, I could hear screams and cries coming from above me. Whatever Josh was doing to Jake, it was hurting him. A lot. I started to cry but noted again, somewhat ashamed, that I was hard as a rock again. That’s all for now. We will find out what Josh is doing to make Jake scream in the next chapter. Feel free to send your ail