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As soon as he entered my office, I could tell he could smell it. His young eyes darted around the room, searching for the source of the foul odor. From all the times he had had his face buried in my ass, he would know what it was he was smelling. He just didn't know why he could smell it already.
"Can you smell something, Brennan?"I barked at him.
"Yes sir. Something really stinks in here," he replied, scrunching up his nose.
"What does it smell like? Like shit?"
"Um, yes, sir. Did you shit your... "
"Of course not!" I snapped at him. "I can't exactly walk around with shit in my pants now, can I?"
"I guess not, sir."
He stood there, fidgeting in front of my desk. I walked around and towered over him, intimidating him. His lip quivered. He looked so adorable, his deep blue eyes searching the room for whatever it was. He looked so clean and pure with his blond hair and flawless skin, trying to scout out the foulness I had in store for him. He would have to wait, though. I wondered if he still had the taste of my piss in his mouth from earlier this afternoon; it had been particularly strong this time. My piss in his stomach, churning away.
"Did you clean your ass like I told you to?" I asked, ignoring his olfactory concerns.
"Yes sir. I used the hose thing this morning."
"This morning?! I told you to do it at lunch!"
"I just couldn't risk it, sir. I didn't want to get caught using it here."
"Well, if I get any of your shit on my cock while I fuck you, you'll be the one licking it off. Understand?"
"Yes sir..."
"Good. Now, drop your pants."
Brennan visibly gulped and turned his head downward. He knew all day he was going to get fucked; it had been a regular routine of ours lately at the end of the day. It wouldn't be the first time I had fucked his boyhole, and it wouldn't be the last. This was just another tool I had to push him to his limits.
He dropped his clothes like he had many times before. He was used to getting undressed in front of me, being less apprehensive about me seeing his genitals than he was about the fucking he was about to get. I had seen him naked plenty of times in the changing rooms; he was used to that, but my large man cock took a lot more getting used to. Of course, his cock was puny compared to mine. His penis lay dormant, shrivelled up like a little mouse down there. When I asked him why it was so small, he just said he was cold. His boybutt was barely anything special either. I hadn't taken him under my wing because of his ass; I had done so because I knew I could mould him. His ass was small, white, and unassuming, and it was only good for two things: sitting on and satisfying my cock. There was a hole between those two pale cheeks of his too, one that I now knew well.
"Please be gentle, sir." Brennan mumbled as he braced himself against my desk.
He knew that there was little chance of that. His leg wobbled slightly as he tensed up. He should know better than to be tense, it only made it harder for him.
"Spread your legs wider, boy. Let me see your boypussy."
He stepped his legs further apart and bent over, gripping the table with his hands. His tight pink anus looked just as undisturbed as the first time I had fucked him. How could a boy like him make it so far through life without any blemishes, scars, or permanent marks on him? I shrugged to myself before pressing the knob of my cock against his hole. He flinched as my bulbous head touched his anus. He knew what was coming. I bent him over flat against the table before cramming my cock into his hole.
"Sir! Shiiiii-....!" He yelped.
I couldn't help but be impatient when it came to fucking boys. I had been waiting all day for this fuck, and now he was mine. His body quaked around me, his knees buckling slightly. I adjusted myself before pushing more of my cock into him. My heavy balls rested against the supple softness of his lower ass cheeks; they hung like massive eggs against his, which were tiny compared to mine. I continued to shove more inches in, his body groaning uselessly below me as I began to fuck in and out. His ass tunnel shuddered, trying to repel my cock, but there was no use.
"Remember, boy, you need to relax. "Just stand there and accept the cock."
"I can't help it, sir. Your cock is so frickin' thick."
Hearing that only made my cock throb inside him. I continued fucking him; every time I pushed into him, I could feel the ring of his hole expanding to try to accommodate me. I had fucked him so many times before, but the size of my shaft was something he had yet to become accustomed to. He could suck my sweaty, farting ass and drink gallons of my piss all day, but my turgid cock was still a chore for him. He was certainly easier to fuck now than when we first started, but I suspected it was his endurance to discomfort that had improved rather than any sort of experience learned. He still felt great to fuck, though. A tight boy's hole has got nothing on a woman.
"Do you feel that, boy?" I huffed harshly into his ear. "That is a real man's cock, deep in your hole. If you keep doing all the things I tell you, you might have a cock like mine one day!"
"Yes, sir!" Brennan squeaked. "I feel it! Ah!"
I gave him a few more jabs for good measure. Holding the small of his back, I rammed him a few times, my trundling cock thrusting in and out of his hole. Jerking off was nice, but Brennan's hole was just so snug and warm to fuck. It was a hot day, but his boyhole was still just so inviting as it squeezed and struggled around me. Sweat poured from both of us, and not wanting it all to end too quickly, I stopped after a few dozen more rails to catch a quick breather. I left my cock inside him, of course, an ever-present reminder that I wasn't done yet. He knew that at any moment I could start fucking his hole again, and he needed to be ready.
"You have a game this weekend, don't you?" I asked him as I took a break.
"Yes, sir," Brennan panted below me. "Against Hillsboro."
"The Captain, Scott Irving. Do you know him well?"
"Sort of, sir. We were on the same team last year. He is a bit of a dick."
"Oh? How?"
"He was the captain of our team back then, but he used to bully me and my friends. He thought he was better than everyone else."
"Well, now that you are getting my help, you will be better than him. What does this dicks "dick" look like?"
"Gosh, I don't know, sir."
Suddenly I pushed my cock hard into him again, the length and my height causing me to lift him to his tiptoes before bottoming out. He cried and grunted as he felt my pole spreading his ring apart, finding himself suspended on nothing but my pole. He shrieked as he rose into midair, the power of my cock thrusting up his backside. I buried my cock to the hilt, his hole causing ripples along my length as if trying to repel me.
"OF COURSE YOU KNOW WHAT HIS COCK LOOKED LIKE!" I yelled.
"Ah! Fuck! Sorry, sir, I don't know! Ahh shit!"
He was still denying it, so I bounced him on my cock a few times for good measure. His legs and arms flailed for something to grab onto, but there was nothing within his grasp.
"OF COURSE YOU DO!" I shouted. "You would have been changing clothes with him all last year! Tell me what it looked like!"
"Ah! Fuck! I guess it's kind of long, sir! It was long and slender. Longer than mine!"
"An ants dick would be bigger than yours, Brennan! What else?" I demanded. I stopped bouncing but kept my cock lodged deep inside his guts, his legs dangling off the floor, as he felt the root of my cock against him.
"Ow! Ah, he is uncircumcised, sir! His foreskin is really long, and his balls hang kind of low too."
"Did you ever want to suck on his cock when you saw it? Nibble his foreskin? Lick his asshole? Has he fucked you like I have?"
"God no, sir! He was a complete dickhead to me! I never did any of this sort of stuff until I met you! I swear!"
I lowered him back down before giving his right cheek a really hard smack. He screamed. I smacked it again, my pink handprint looking like something out of a cave painting, its red shape now imprinted on his otherwise bare skin.
"Don't lie to me ever again." I bellowed.
"I'm sorry, sir." Brennan croaked.
It had been hard work lifting a boy with nothing but my own cock as we both puffed together from our ordeal. His legs were trembling, and I was getting worn out, so I took another moment to recover. Brennan had come so far under my wing, and I was finding it more and more difficult to find things to test him on. I was proud of him and only wanted the best for the kid. When we first met, he wouldn't even let me sit on his face or lick my asshole. We build on that, and nobody knows what we have together. These days, if I need to fart straight into a boy's face or piss in their mouth, he is always there. These days, he barely bats an eye if I ask him to do those things. My ass was no longer challenging enough for him, and one day my cock might not be either.
"You make me proud, Brennan. Don't ever break our trust. I have something extra special for you after I am done with your ass."
"Is it what I smelled, sir?"
I left him to wonder of my answer and instead started long-dicking him, gradually picking up speed. I had found something special for him, alright. It was something I knew he'd struggle with and something he'd never done before. I was glad to hear he didn't like Scott much; that would only make what I had planned all the more difficult. I couldn't wait.
"Stick your ass out more, Brennan. Show me you want it." He gingerly poked his butt back towards my twitching cock, his hole opening up like a flower. I pushed my cock back inside him, filling him with my long, trundling cock all at once. He groaned beneath me as he braced himself for his final fucking.
My fingers dug into his warm, soft ass as I firmly gripped his cheeks. Brennan could only cling to me for dear life as I fucked him like a rag doll; I wasn't holding back any longer. I fucked him with all my might, giving his hole a good workout. His shitter managed to produce just enough juice to make everything nice and slippery for fucking. I adjusted my grip as I pounded him hard, my fingers heaving red blemishes across his otherwise unbroken skin.
"Fuck, you're such a good fuck, Brennan; take my cock. Hnngh."
Brennan was beyond speaking. His limbs flailed as my balls churned, my prostate ready for milking. I dumped my bloated balls deep into his boypussy. There was so much of it, he could probably feel my sperm running down the walls of his bowel. With my dripping cock spent, I pulled away from him, and Brennan slowly crumpled to the floor.
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