Cabins
Introduction:
A man gets a boy for his sexual pleasures
A delivery has just been made to Dovan’s cabin, a man that lives in a time before electricity and widely available pornography.
1.
Muffled sobs and moans were coming from the package on Dovan’s wooden table before him. As he peeled away the thick animal furs next to the cabin fireplace, the face of a small white boy emerged, blindfolded and gagged. Dovan examined the bound struggling boy closely while dropping some of the furs to the floor next to the fireplace. The appearance of the young boy’s cock sent Dovan into a high state of arousal and he immediately went to touch the desirable object. Aware that someone had removed his covers, the hoodwinked boy quickly recoiled due to the unfamiliar touch and began to gently sob some more.
‘So lucky, so, so lucky’ thought Dovan. The people that brought him the package found the boy in a nearby hunting region separated from his father near a makeshift campsite, and Dovan paid a hansom sum for their services. From the candlelight and the fireplace, Dovan thought the boy was very beautiful and he ran his hands over the smooth skin of the bound naked boy. The light danced and licked over the various parts of his exposed body. Dovan brushed away the flicks of dirt that the naked boy had obtained when he was forcefully captured just a few hours ago.
“Little boy,” he said, “Oh, the things that I’m gonna do to you”. The boy shuddered in his bindings. Despite the cold of the winter night, the interior of the secluded cabin was warm with the firewood from the stove, but that didn’t stop the new arrival from shaking ferociously. “You’re gonna be my fuck-slave, you’re gonna live and breathe my cock, and it’s going to go so far up your little virgin hole you’ll wish you were dead.” The sobs turned into slightly louder, more pronounced cries. Dovan moved his hands to fondle the boy’s private areas, the smooth cock and tiny balls rolled and rested between his large hands. He rubbed them, gently at first, and then more firmly, wondering whether the boy could cum yet.
An idea struck him, and he left the squirming boy on the table and uncovered the cellar that he kept so secret from the outside world. Descending in, he brought a candle to light the way. It was the makeshift dungeon he had intended to keep a boy in since he first had the idea, and from one of the shelves, he picked up a pouch of herbs and some grease from a lidded container before returning to the boy.
The boy had already moved from out of the animal skins and fell from the edge of the table he was being kept on. But being hog-tied and blindfolded, he was helplessly limited to do more. The table was low and the boy was unhurt, so Dovan replaced him onto it again. He rubbed some grease on the boy’s cock and ass and his lower body became slippery. He then picked some of the herbs from the pouch, and using the tip of his smallest finger, he pushed them in, though not too far, into the boy’s tight hole.
The boy let out a muffled squeak of displeasure. “That should get you more rowdy soon,” said Dovan, rubbing the boy’s cock. “Your little boyhood is so small,” he pressed his face against the boy’s ear, “When you become more compliant and the hallucinations start, I’m going to make it bigger”. However, until then, Dovan had other plans. He pressed his fingers against the boy’s ass and circled around it, he wondered whether the experience he was going to have would be better with some of the bindings removed, but decided against it. Just this once, he was going to fuck the boy, tied up like the animal he was.
Dovan sat down next to the table, because of the bindings there would be only one easy position. He would have to lift the boy onto himself in the sitting position and face him while he plunged his cock in from below.
Dovan took off his clothing to reveal a hard seven-inch cock, standing to attention due to the recent arrival. Dovan lifted the boy, who struggled again, quite viciously at first, but Dovan held him firmly and the thrashing subsided, an indication that the herbs were beginning to take effect. Dovan noted he should thank the doctor that sold them to him later. Holding the boy above his rock-hard member, his heart beat deeply and fast and the blood ran through him at high speed. Tensions were high and sweat had gathered on both of them.
“Today is the beginning of your life as my personal whore.”
Slowly, the head of the large, hard cock pushed past the tight opening of the terrified boy’s ass. The grease had made the opening more available and Dovan pushed so that it slowly slid in and swallowed up the gigantic head. Immediately so, the boy began to thrash and scream and cry, sobbing through his gag and blindfold. But, it was useless. The undeniable cock was sliding further and further inside the virgin hole, and it was so painful for the boy, it was so wide and so long, it stretched him to new limits. It may have been due to the increasing effect of the herbs, however, but with an ass full of cock, the boy started to feel tingles of pleasure under the waves of increasing pain. A few inches in, and Dovan was in heaven. ‘Now the real fun begins, he thought.’
