Chapter 11: Hospes: Part Two

Notes:

[Kinks: slavery, underage, anal, bondage, non-con/rape, M/m, sex toys, large insertions, forced feminization, urethral play]

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Hart left Ada draped over the chaise lounge, her small breasts heaving as she tried to recover from the most intense fuck of her young life.

He guided Cray over to his desk, pulling up a list of his sex slaves and using it as a sort of menu for his guest. He knew perfectly well that this would guarantee an article that showed both him and slavery in a positive light. And if on the off-chance Cray did write a bad article…

Hart had cameras everywhere, and he was sure that Cray's employers would not be pleased to know that the man had been fucking sex slaves during his job assignment.

Cray looked over the slaves, sweat beading on his brow and clearly uncomfortable. He wouldn't stop glancing nervously at the photographer so Hart sent him from the room. The photographer deflated but complied.

More at ease, Cray browsed the images on the screen, pausing when he reached young Jamie, "she's one of your slaves? She's so young," he sputtered, his eyes lingering the little redhead's nude body.

"Of course. Would you like her?" Hart asked, knowing full well that Cray would.

"I, uh-- alright, if that's… alright."

"One thing to note is that Jamie is really a boy. He's been fully castrated however, and it is very important to refer to him as a girl, because that is what he believes himself to be."

Cray looked shocked but nodded, "I won't hurt him? Her? He looks so small."

Hart chuckled darkly, "oh no, you won't hurt him. Come with me."

He took Cray down the hall, passing the photographer who looked rather despondent, and led him from his office into his study. Cray stopped in his tracks at the sight that greeted him.

Jamie was bound and hung upright from the ceiling with a huge plug underneath him that sat on a pedestal. He was being slowly forced down onto the plug by his own body weight and was seated a little more than halfway down the plug. The widest part of the plug was a full eight inches across, but Hart didn't expect his small body to be able to take that yet. At the moment he was still taking an impressive three and a half. Soon he'd be stretched enough to keep him permanently loose and gaping, allowing hart to plunge his whole first inside with no preparation.

Upon seeing that he had an audience Jamie turned desperate eyes to Hart, "please, am I done?"

It had been several hours already; the boy was lucky that Cray had chosen him, which would release him from this torture at least. Hart removed the pedestal and conical plug, the plug was quite snug and caused Jamie to cry out as it was pulled free. Hart didn't release him from his bonds however, leaving his nephew dangling in the air at the perfect height for fucking. Hart nodded to his guest, "go ahead and do what you want with her, her pussy is wet and loose so you don't have to bother stretching her at all. I'll be next door in my office," he began to leave before turning back, "oh, and no permanent damage please."

Jamie's heart was racing. He had only been fucked by his uncle before; even William wasn't allowed to touch him much. He tried to cringe away from the stranger as Cray reached out with a timid hand. The silk ropes held him in place and Cray placed his hand on the eight year old's freckled hip, "Hello, I'm Mr. Cray. I'm going to f-fuck you, okay?"

Jamie knew that he didn't have a choice, and that refusal just led to suffering. He nodded, "okay, Mr. Cray."

Cray removed his hand from the boy's hip and hesitantly moved up to his nipples instead. He ran a finger across one of the little nubs, watching as Jamie bit his lip in response. Emboldened, the reporter lightly pinched the pink nipple. Jamie let out a small breathy sound.

Jamie was already aroused, but that was no surprise to the boy. He was kept on a regiment of aphrodisiacs, hidden in his food (not that he was aware of this fact). This meant that he was aroused near constantly, the smallest things setting him off. Because he was required to keep a large plug in at all times, he frequently came just from walking or sitting. Arousal was something that he was used to now.

The reporter ran his hand down Jamie's lightly freckled front, feeling the boy's muscles twitch under his fingers. Cray leaned forward and experimentally prodded at the small hole in between the boy's legs. Cray asked curiously, "is this your pee hole?"

"Uh-huh," the boy confirmed as his hips twitched on the own accord.

Thinking about what he had just seen Hart do, Cray continued, "and does your master ever put things inside of it?"

Jamie looked away, "uh-huh…"

Cray grabbed the lube that had been sitting next to the pedestal and shakily smeared lube over his pinky finger. He turned back and held his pinky finger out to that little hole. He pushed forward, refusing to look Jamie in the face as the boy let out a little yelp.

He finally looked up to see the boy's eyes firmly shut and his head thrown back.

"Does… Does it feel good?" Cray inquired

"Yes, oh please Mr. Cray, please move!"

Cray did as asked, gently thrusting his finger in and out of Jamie. Jamie moaned and squealed at the stimulation, giving Cray the confidence to pick up the pace. The boy stiffened and came with a series of small "ah!"s.

The man took withdrew his hand, awed at the little boy who had just cum despite having no penis.

Jamie's eyes fluttered open, "are you still going to fuck me?"

"Yes, I am." Cray confirmed with an awkward smile.

Jamie nodded, "'kay."

Cray undid his pants as positioned himself so that his cockhead was held against the boy's puffy hole. He put one hand on the boy's hip and guided himself inside with the other. There was no resistance, Jamie was loose enough and well-lubed. Cray grunted as his cock was hugged by the boy's soft warmth. Jamie was so stretched that the boy's "pussy" really did feel like one, it was nowhere near how he would have expected the ass of an eight year old to feel (this was something that Cray did not find undesirable in the least). He slid in to the hilt, causing Jamie to sigh in pleasure as his prostate was bumped.

Jamie was already horny again thanks to the drugs in his system and he ground his hips back, searching for more. Being fucked by something that size almost wasn't enough for him anymore, he had become such a size-queen. But the aphrodisiacs kept him cumming, even when fucked by a small cock like Cray's.

"Do you like that?" Cray asked as he thrusted.

"Yes! Yes, Mr. Cray. Oh, please, harder."

The man began playing with the boy's nipples and did as he asked, increasing his speed. He was growing bolder now, "you're a good little girl, aren't you? Taking my cock so well. Wish I could bring you home with me, I need a little girl like you to fuck whenever I want."

Cray moved one hand down and began playing with Jamie's urethra again, dipping a finger in and massaging like he would a clit. Jamie wailed, his prostate battered and his pee-hole stimulated. He came, not hardest he ever had, but it was still wonderful as it washed over him.

Cray followed after a few more thrusts, cumming with a grunt. He pulled free and looked around for tissue to clean himself off with. Finding none he gave up and used his handkerchief, using it now sure to produce some interesting memories.

"Well," Cray started, stuffing his soiled handkerchief back into his pocket, "thank you."

He turned at walked out of the door without a backwards glance.