I Was Only a Boy

I was a fifteen year old boy when Larry stuck his cock in me and sliced my throat at the same time.  I never thought my night would end up like this. 

My parents had sent me to live with my grandparents when I was twelve.  The only time I had a good time was when I snuck out of their house and went to the inner city to sell my young ass for twenty or thirty bucks, depending on how horny the old bastard was.

My friends on the same corner where I earned my fare, stood proud and shared with me their stories of fucking and sucking, and of how big or small the last guys cock was.  I was just a boy, to me, every man had the same size cock.  My young hole was abused and used....until I met Larry.

Larry was forty-five, well dressed and into the normal kinky stuff.  Larry was always good to me.  He'd take me to a late night supper, and then back to his place where he'd put on some dirty movies and cut me a line, or four, of some really good coke.

I didn't have to be told twice what Larry wanted me to do after he got me stoned out of my sober world.  Yet, this one night in particular, he strayed from his usual pattern of play.

I remember Larry standing over me, leather straps in one hand, his hardened cock in the other.  He pulled my face to his crotch, gently wrapping the straps of rawhide around my neck to keep me from pulling off his solid thick dick. 

He told me to grab his balls and pull on 'em tight.  I knew this was out of the ordinary for Larry, because he had balls that were sensitive, and always slapped me when I'd tug or suck on 'em too hard.

He unwrapped the leather hide from around my neck, my mouth flew off his cock as I gasped for a new breath.  He backed away, his eyes were stained red, his body was covered in sweat.  I sat there on the floor, high and staring at his swollen cock.  The straps of leather were pulled thru his fingers as he told me, "Get up little boy, your daddy is hungry for some toddler ass".

Larry motioned me toward the bed, shoving me as I made my way over.  I dared to say a word, as I knew Larry didn't like me to talk.  He wanted to hear moans and groans, and the only words I was allowed to say was, "thank you Sir", or "yes Sir".

Larry told me to face the headboard and keep my young little ass tilted high up in the air.  I obligued, as I knew he wanted to take advantage of my full depths I could offer his huge rod.

I could hear Larry snorting a few more lines, then he pulled my hair and turned my face toward the glass mirror he used to cut the lines.  He told me to toot every bit of the last four lines he had left for me, as he wanted me good and loose for his deep penetration.  I did as I was told.  He got angry when I didn't say thank you.

After sucking up the last line, Larry scolded me with a slap across my petite little ass and told me to face the headboard and don't look around.  It was only a few seconds later when I felt his weight getting on the bed, slowly coming up behind me.

I felt his furry crotch and stiff cock sliding up under my balls and belly.  Then I cringed in pain as he forced my head around to meet his mouth.  He tonged me deep, his beard scratched as it covered my mouth.  His big hands rubbed my face as he kissed and slobbered all over me.  I knew Larry was high, but I didn't know what to expect for the first time since we had met almost six months ago.

He yelled at me to straighten my body out and face the wall as I was told.  Then he grabbed my left wrist from the bed, his right hand went under me to keep from falling to my stomach.  He tied my wrist to the bedpost, and then his other hand jerked my right wrist and he tied it to the other side of the headboard.  I almost forgot myself and asked what he was doing.

"You like that boy?"  Larry didn't want an answer.  "Your daddy is going to show you what happens to his little boys who go and suck on other guys cocks without daddy knowing about it".  I never feared Larry before this night, and I didn't want him to know I was starting to fear him now.  "Yes Sir!"  It was all I could say.

Larry got off of the bed and took the two remaining straps and bound each ankle to separate legs of the bed.  I felt his hot breath from a distance as he snorted his dripping cocaine back up into his brain.

He told me to stay on my hands and knees and not say a word.  Larry sat in the corner of the room jerking his cock, waiting for his demon to tell him what to do next.  I must have been there for an hour before I started to drift off into a delusional state of exhaustion.

From out of no where, Larry came up from behind me and stuffed a big wad of piss drenched rag into my mouth and tied another strip of rag around it, tying it behind my lower neck.  I feared Larry for the first time, yet I couldn't speak.  I was his for the taking.  There was nothing I could do except listen and do as he told me.

SMACK!  The whip crossed my young tender ass as he reminded me of his disappointment in me.  SMACK!  The strikes became more intense as he unleashed his anger.  "You awake now boy?  You're here for a reason.  You want to get your ass fucked.  That right boy?"  Larry's strikes became more aggressive and he didn't stop until I felt a trickle of wetness fall from my ass.  I tried to look around, but Larry caught my face with his fist as he told me to keep watching the wall. 

I could see Larry's shadow of dominance towering over me on the wall.  I tried to yell out, but the rag of piss kept me from making a sound.  Out of the corner of my right eye, I could see Larry open a suitcase.  I saw reflections of light shoot out as he opened it all the way.  He grabbed something out of the case and hurried his way to the rear of me, he steadied himself behind me and showed me what he had in his hands.  The shock was overwhelming.

I groaned and moaned as he liked me to do, yet this time it was from pure fright.  He warned me to stay still or else suffer the pain he could cause from his sharpened twelve inch blade.  Sweat rolled down my face as he caressed my little hole.  He shoved some lube into me as he had always done before inserting his big hard cock, but this time he took the butt end of the huge knife and stuck it in my hole until the handle was clearly all the way in.

"You're scared, ain't cha boy?  You should be scared.  I should cut your balls off for selling your ass out there on the streets.  Maybe I will later.  We got enough little boy whores to go around.  We don't need a little fifteen year old getting all the attention, now, do we?"  I couldn't answer, the gag was too tight.  He stroked my young hole with the knifes handle until his sick mind took on another idea.

He laid the shining knife beside me, hardly out of my sight.  He wanted me to know he was in total control.  He wanted me to look at it.  He wanted me scared.  He shoved his fingers in my hole as he told me the things he was going to do to me.  I didn't believe him.  I just thought he was high. 

Larry stood on the bed above me, as I felt his warm piss flowing from his cock splattering down over my back.  The stench smelled like beer.  For a brief moment I was actually beginning to calm down.  I thought the knife was only a trick he was using to keep me submissive to his every need and sick desires.

Larry untied the gag and told me to suck on his cock until told to stop.  I did as I was told.  The knife was still by my side.  He gagged me with every thrust, he smiled as he shoved it in, choking me with the thickness of his dick as he planned.  The feeling in my wrists were gone and my knees were about to buckle, and just then, Larry crawls around to the rear side of me and shoves his fingers in....dryness had set in and he was ripping me with his big fingers.  I knew this time, it was not sweat or lube dripping from my young little hole.

I started to yell out, but Larry forced the rag back into my mouth and threaten to shove the knife up my ass if I didn't shut the fuck up.  He didn't have to warn me twice.  Larry straddled my little ass with his massive furry body and took the knife in his right hand.  "I told you boy, I'm gonna show you what happens to you if I ever catch my little boys sucking on another man's cock, or letting him have this pretty little boy hole of yours".

Larry grabbed my hair, pulling my head back as far as it would go.  "You're gonna remember this boy!  You're mine!"  Just as he spoke those words, I felt a sharp pain slide across my throat as he softly whispered in my ear.  "I'll see you in hell with all the other little whores I killed with this very same knife, in this very same bed.  But first I'm gonna slit your throat deep and fuck you even deeper."

The last thing I remember, was his thick throbbing cock plunging into me as he sliced me from ear to ear.  I remember the warmth of my own blood ooze down my neck and slosh out onto the headboard.  I remember Larry laughing as he drove in deep into my young torn hole.  I remember seeing Larry fuck my ravaged, lifeless body until he couldn't hold back anymore.  Larry fucked me as my life disappeared from it's carcass.  I watched from the bedside as he shot his venomous load with an explosion into my cooling body.

I was no longer in my raped and sliced body, yet I was still in pain.  I watched as Larry pulled his soft cock out of me and went over to the nightstand to snort a couple more lines.  I watched, as Larry untied my dead body and turned it over to examine his skillful cutting.  I watched as he took the knife and sliced my cold neck until my head rolled clear of my body.  I watched as he stuffed it in a bag and tied it up.  I watched as Larry took the sharpened steel and cut off my balls, just as he said he was gonna do.

I don't know why Larry decided to kill me that night.  I thought I was his little boy.  Larry was always good to me.  Maybe he was trying to be good to me now.  Maybe he put me out of my own pain.  Maybe he really did love me.  I guess I'll have to wait until he gets to hell to ask him.  I mean, isn't that where all the little boy whores go?  I watched Larry as long as my soul permitted.  Then I heard someone laughing and telling me to come here.

Satan?