Mikey and the Monster

Friday Night

Mommy was tying her scarf around her hair as she looked at my older brother and me. "Now, you remember, Todd, you have to take the bowl of food downstairs into the basement at exactly five-thirty." she said to us. "Just set it down on the foot of the stairs and come right back up again, that's all you do."

"I'll remember, Mom." Todd said.

"Other than that, you two stay out of that basement." Mommy said. "You know that, don't you?" She was looking at me when she said that. "Mikey, you hear me?"

"I know, Mommy." I said. And I shuddered. "I'm not going into that basement. It's creepy down there. And I hear stuff, at night."

"Sissy!" Todd slapped at my shoulder with his fist, not quite a strike, but like...a slap with his fist. I took it, Todd is almost twice my age, nearly 13 years old, and he can take me down anytime he wants to. We both have short brown hair with very pale skin and lots of freckles. I'm a little on the pudgy side, but my mom says she that she thinks I look cute.

"I'll be home about eleven thirty tonight." my mother went on. She shook her head. "I just wish the Professor was back from his symposium."

We live in a big ranch house far far out from the nearest town in the country. It was big enough for my older brother, my mom and I to have our own space as a family while the professor was able to have his own part too. He paid Mom a nice rent in exchange for his rooms and board plus the conversion of our garage and basement into his personal laboratory. The Professor liked having kids in the house usually, though we had to stay out of his laboratory/garage and, for the last few months, out of the basement, too, where he was keeping...something. We didn't know what, just heard it down there. Scratching sounds, moaning sounds, shuffling sounds, whining sounds.

He was kind of a mysterious figure, always shuttling between the house and the garage or working in the basement for long periods of time. He was always very affectionate towards my brother and I when he was around, but that wasn't much. Our father passed away when I was only two and my brother was 7. I think my mom just wanted another person around the house.

Mom went on as she put on her winter coat, since it was sleeting heavily outside. "I hate leaving you two alone here, but it's only for this one evening. Just take down the bowl of food and leave it like I said and leave the basement alone, no matter what you hear down there. It has one of the Professor's experiments down there, so just leave the bowl on the bottom step and get right back up. It won't bother you if you just leave it and get back up."

"Just leave it and get back up." Todd said. "You said that eighty-`leven times now, I think I got it."

"So do it." Mom said. "I have to go now. You two behave. Your own dinner is in the fridge, you can heat it up in the microwave if you want to or eat it cold. I love you."

I let Mom kiss me with a smile, Todd barely endured it. And Mom was out the door and we two boys were alone in the house. "Hooray!" I shouted and ran into the living room. "I want to watch `Power Rangers!'"

"No, we're going to watch `Saved by the Bell.'" Todd said immediately.

I should explain about Todd. Like many brothers, we had a hate-love-hate relationship going on. He made my life miserable anytime my mother left us alone for even a few minutes, I made up for it when she was around by tattling on every little thing he did. I won't apologize for that, when you're barely seven years old, you have to use any weapon you have against a 12-year-old brother out to make your life hell.

So my response was immediate. "No, I want to watch `Power Rangers.'" I said firmly. "If you don't let me, I'll tell Mom you took that five dollars out of her wallet last week. You know, the one she was looking for when we went grocery shopping and she had to put some things back because she was short."

"I didn't take no five dollars." Todd said in a voice that indicated that he had. "Yeah, you did." I went on. "I saw you." Todd was silent, then he said, "Make you a deal." "What?" I was suspicious as you can well imagine. "I'll let you watch `Power Rangers' if you'll do something for me." Todd said. "What?" "I haven't decided yet." Todd said. "But that's the deal, Power Rangers now for something I want to do later." "Well...okay." I decided. After all, the "Power Rangers" were now, whatever Todd wanted would be later. So I got my "Power Rangers" show and then Todd switched it to the second episode (they ran two in a row) of "Saved by the Bell" but that was okay, I didn't like the show that followed "Power Rangers" anyhow. And then it was six o'clock and I saw that and said, "Time for you to take the food bowl into the basement." And then I knew I'd been set up, for Todd said, "No, it's time for YOU to take the food bowl into the basement."

"Nu-uh!" I said. "Mom gave you the job, remember?"

"And I let you watch `Power Rangers.'" Todd said cunningly. "So now you take down the food bowl instead of me. That's fair, isn't it?"

"Nu-uh!" "Uh-huh!" "Nu-uh!" Well, it went on that way for a while, but since Mom wasn't around, Todd won out by sheer raw strength. And with me agreeing to do something he wanted in exchange for the "Power Rangers" show, I wasn't likely to win even when she heard about it afterward.

So I went to the kitchen and got the food bowl and tried to screw up my courage.

Whatever the Professor had in the basement, it moaned when I opened the door. I just stepped in and down the steps carefully. I didn't want to spill its food bowl. Whatever it was, it ate something that smelled pretty bad, like fish guts or something.

The thing was off on the other side of the basement. I'd heard the Professor say that he had taught it to stay away from the steps if it wanted us to leave it food there. It was the only reason I gave in to Todd even with him hitting me.

So I got it down to the bottom step and put the food bowl on it and then turned to run back up the steps as fast as I could.

And I heard the door lock click and the key turn. A deadbolt on the other side to lock the thing inside.

"Todd!" I shrieked at the top of the steps, hammering on the door. "It's coming for you, Mike!" Todd taunted at the other side of the door. "It's coming to get you, Mike. Can't you hear it coming!"

"Todd!" I screamed as I beat at the door. "Todd! Let me out! Please! Let me out!"

"It's coming for you." Todd laughed fiendishly. "It's going to eat you, Mike! It's going to get you!"

"To-o-o-o-ddd!" I screamed, and then I shut up entirely.

I turned around slowly. It was at the foot of the stairs. The only light was from the bulb hanging right beside me, but I saw...enough, and I gulped hard!

Large and green, with tentacles that stretched out around and other things like tentacles that seemed to expand out (pseudopods?), so that I couldn't tell if it walked on tentacles or if it oozed from place to place, and used the tentacles to grab what it wanted.

It had lifted the food bowl up to its face, and a long, long tongue was licking up the goo in the bowl. Snuffling eagerly as it ate, it licked and slurped in a way any dog could envy.

Maybe if I just sat still, very, very still, here at the top of the stairs, it would go away again. Maybe if I sat here very still.

It finished eating and put the bowl back on the bottom step. Started to move away, and then...it saw me.

It sort of...flowed up the steps. I shuddered. "Todd." I whispered. Maybe it would leave me alone. "Todd...help me, please!" I said softly as I could.

The thing was now up on the top of the steps, and those eyes, those big, big eyes, were looking right at me.

Its mouth was just sort of a slit below the eyes. I didn't see anything like a nose on it at all. Or ears. Or shoulders or arms or body or what. Just all sort of...formless.

The mouth opened and out came a sound. "Uuuuuuh?" it questioned me. I stammered out. "He-he-he-hell-hell-hello?" "Uuuuuuuh?" It said again. "Hello." The second time, at least I didn't stutter. "Uuuuhh?" The sound was slightly different this time, more insistent. "I'm...I'm...my name is Mikey." I said. "Muhhh?" "Mikey, yes." I nodded like a madman. "Muuuh?" "My brother locked me down here. I don't want to hurt you, honest I don't. Please don't hurt me, either, okay? Okay?" "Uuhhkuhhh?" "Okay." I said, seizing the sound as agreement. "I'll just sit here real quietly and won't bother you."

And a tentacle came up and touched my cheek. It was round and smooth and didn't have any suction cups on it, and the tentacle was dry and sort of soft-like. It moved like it would like a large glob of goo on me afterwards, but it didn't. Stroked my cheek and it was gone. I put my hand up on my face, and felt it. It felt the same. The same tentacle reached slowly out again, gently touching the tip of its tentacle to my closed lips. I was too scared to move. I opened my mouth to breath and the tentacle pushed slightly inside. It ever so slightly pressed its long shaft up against my little quivering lips until the tip was inside, pushing against my tongue. It didn't taste like anything bad, it was just smooth and greenish. I was scared stiff. It seemed like it had other plans, so it retracted its long arm and waited for my response.

"I'm not going to hurt you." I said again. "If you won't hurt me, then...then okay."

"Uuukuhhh!" And the tentacles came back, several of them this time.

I shrieked full throttle when they wrapped around me. There were tentacles all over my body, wrapping themselves around my arms, legs and even one around my neck. I was scared!! What was it going to do to me?? If Todd was going to do anything at all for me, he was going to do it now! I looked at the door and listened best I could...and heard nothing. I think he ran off and was hiding under his bed!

The thing carried me off in its tentacles held over itself as it flowed back down the stairs. The way it carried me made it seem that I was as light as a feather. It ferried me thus over to the far end of the basement, which seemed to be the closest thing it had to a nest for itself. The light here was the dimmest in the entire basement (it was furthest from the stairs after all), but I could see there was a lot of junk on the floor, wood shavings, newspapers, and such. None of it stank, I'm not sure how or if the thing took a crap or a whiz, but at least it didn't do it in this particular corner of the basement.

The thing lowered me onto its large body and I stared once again into its eyes. "Please don't hurt me, Mr. Thing, please!" I whimpered to it. "I didn't mean to come down here and bother you. I fed you, remember, I fed you."

The tentacles were now running all over my body. When a tentacle found the bottom of my pullover shirt and ran up underneath it, I let it. Even when the thing touched my nipples, both at once with two little blunt spikes that it generated at their tips, and lingered on them, touching and rubbing them, I just held still and let it rub my chubby 7 year old tits. The suction cups on its tentacles grabbed hold of my little nipples and sucked and slurped at them, all while a larger tentacle wrapped itself around my waist, securing my body to his. I struggled with all my might to get out of the monster's grip but I was trapped with the thing's tentacles securing me to it.

"Mr. Monster, sir." I pleaded with it. "Can I go now? Can I go sit at the top of the basement steps again and wait until Mom comes home and can let me out? Could I please?"

And the tentacles caught hold of my pullover and yanked it from two directions at once. The material held, then gave way with a "r-i-i-i-i-i-p" sound and I was suddenly barechested except for rags ranging off each of my arms. And the tentacles came in and stroked over my small hairless chest, as the thing watched me, its eyes looking at me. Without breaking my stare, the thing wrapped one of its tentacles around my wrists and pulled them straight back so my whole back was pressed against his mass.

And the tongue came out and I shivered. It was going to eat me! It was going to eat me and Mom wouldn't find anything left of me but some bones...maybe! "Oh, God!" I moaned in my terror.

And the tongue licked over me, licking and licking my body. I guess it tasted the sweat of my fear which had sprung out all over, but it licked and licked and then one of the other tentacles found its way up my shorts leg. It hit my briefs and didn't seem to like the feel of it, because it drew back and ran itself over my bare legs below the briefs elastic line and then another tentacle joined in, and then another, and then the thing was tearing my shorts away. They were tougher, of course, but the thing's tentacles shredded them like scrap paper.

My red and white spiderman briefs were now my only real clothing other than my shoes and socks, and the tentacles had found my shoes. I guess it planned to peel me before it ate me. The tentacles managed to pull my sneakers off without any trouble. I was trying as hard as I could to lose the monster's slimy grip from around my wrists and legs, but it seemed as if every movement just gave the monster an opportunity to hold me tighter too him.

Then the tentacles came up to figure out my briefs. The colorful red and white material was tight on my body and they didn't seem to be able to get a purchase at first. Then one pod slid up the inside of one leg and across the crack of my buttocks and it was inside, and then others were and the material stretched and then broke. The elastic band held, but the thing had a hold on them, now, and it ferried them down my legs. And now I was naked enough to munch on!

I was naked and being held tightly against a large slimy beast that wanted to eat me! My small hairless body was dwarfed by the large slimy green tentacle filled mass. And my weenie was hard! All this touching was getting me really excited! No one, or I should say, nothing, had touched me like this before!

I tried calling out again to my brother again but it seemed as if it didn't like that, so it slid one of its smaller, slimier tentacles into my mouth. That caused me to shriek and open my mouth more, which the monster took as an invitation to push more of its slimy blunt tentacle down my throat. As I breathed, the slippery tentacle got thicker, slowly working down my throat until it was firmly in place. I had never in my mere seven years of living experienced such a large long thick object forcing its way into my throat, but for some reason I started to like it. It seemed that it was slowly expanding down my throat ever so slightly with every breath I took through my nose. Maybe it was something about its slime, which almost tasted sweet, that gave me butterflies in my little tummy.

With my throat filled, its tongue returned to lap at my body. It seemed to like the heavy oils of my body inside my butt-crack, and it licked me cleaner than toilet paper ever could. The tongue had some sort of rasp-like objects on it that made it a bit rough to take. It poked my butthole with these hard little objects and I moaned. I had never had anything touch me down there, and for some reason it kind of made me want more. Then it found my little nuttsies and the tongue liked the taste of them, too. It stayed on them, flicking slowly back and forth, and the pods joined it in covering my groin. Others kept to the task of holding me in place, and tasting my armpits, my knee sockets, my elbow insides. But it liked my crotch the best.

Soft, pliable, warm, it moved over my weenie and it curled about my tube as it expanded up and out from my body. My weenie was getting hard from this! I was confused. I hadn't ever touched myself much, so I didn't really know what all these new feelings were. If I touched myself like this a lot, I would feel this really nice tingle in my tiny weenie. I guess my body knew that and was letting the thing's strokes carry it toward that tingle.

"Oh, Mr. Monster, sir, you shouldn't do that." I tried to say with a mouthful of its tentacle. "I'm not supposed to let anyone touch me there, you see. It's my own private place and you shouldn't t-touch me like that."

Right after mumbling those words through a stuffed mouth I felt a new sensation, and looked down to see a tube like tentacle that had suctioned itself to my little prick and nut sac. I had never felt such strong feelings before! I was on cloud nine! The gooey suction inside the tentacle stretched my little pricklet as far from my body as it could and then swirled it around with some sort of tongue that it had inside of it. I couldn't believe that I could feel so good. I even felt a tiny little nodule enter my peehole! It was weird, but it felt so good. I tried humping the air to match the suction of the monsters tentacle, but I was tied too tight by its other tentacles. As well as suction, the tube swirled around my little prick, suckling and licking ever part it could.

I gasped and sighed as the pod moved upon my prick, feeling it, knowing it was doing that, but still...it still felt good! "Ooh, oh, Mr. Monster, oooh!" I sighed into its tentacle.

"Oooohhh?" it said back to me.

"Ooh, oh, ooh, yeah, oooohhh!" I agreed.

"Ooohhhh!" it said and the tentacle sucking on my tiny weiner and little ball pouch got faster.

And I felt something hard and slimy slap me on my leg. I looked down and... "Oh, no!" I thought. "Mr. Monster, you got one, too!"

And it did. Coming out of this big bump it had, just like a dog's, it is all covered up most of the time until it slides out all green and wet, this thing's prick was rising up and swelling into large stalk, slick with goo and a glistening light green. Looking at the huge wood got me even more excited than before.

"Uh, that's a big one, Mr. Monster." I thought to myself.

"Buuuhh?"

"Bigggggggg!" I moaned.

"Muuhhh!" The long, thick, lime green dong was now resting heavily against my leg. It was easily more than 10 inches long, thicker than one of my wrists and oozing dark green slime from its monstrously large head.

The tentacle that had been lodged down my throat slowly slurped its way out again with loud `pop'. I gasped for air. "Wow mister your tentacles are sooo huge!" I said out loud breathing heavily. "Unggggggggggggggg" It groaned in response

As I was catching my breath the tentacle that was wrapped around my neck slowly brought my head down to its huge dong. I was like its little puppet, since both my arms and my legs had been wrapped up by the monster's numerous tentacles I was unable to resist its movements. My chubby 7 year old body was no match for the professor's creation. It knew what it wanted and knew how I would please it.

The monster reoriented my body so that I was kind of kneeling on its body facing its big horse sized slime sausage with my arms constrained behind my back and my little bottom in the air. While my knees rested on its slimy body, I was being completely held in mid air by its big strong tentacles. The thing oriented my head so that my lips were only centimeters from the huge slimy tip of the thing's dong.

I got the picture when the thing pushed it up against my soft little lips and let out a grown of `mmmmmmmmmmmm' I was worried about the taste of the goo coming from the tip but in fact it kind of tasted like a sweet creamy honey. I was licking my lips before I fit my mouth around it it let out a big burp of goop, shooting it all over my face, and then rubbing its dong head over my cheeks and lips to make a point.

After leaving my face a green goopey mess it pushed the big head into my surprised, open mouth. The head was way too big to swallow, and I even had a hard time just fitting it past my bright red little lips. Its weenie was huge and pliable, squishy soft one moment than rigidly hard the next, and constantly oozing its weird sweet liquid. It was able to make itself squeeze itself down my tight throat and then slowly expand itself, pushing against the walls of my esophagus like its tentacle did before.

With the head stuck in my mouth, I was being forced to swallow the copious amounts of goop that was being produced at its tip. Little did I know that the goop itself was designed to immobilize a potential mate by relaxing their muscles while increasing their sex drive. The minute I started sucking on the big dong I actually felt a change in my body. I felt warm all over and just wanted to stay with its big dong down my throat forever. I felt like my skin was tingly all over, almost ticklish, and the constant rubbing and movement from the tentacles was causing me to giggle and shiver. The chemical affects of its jism relaxed my jaw and numbed throat, allowing a whole 6 inches of its thick slimy sausage to slide into my gullet, all the while giving me a stiffie that I couldn't forget.

The tentacle around my neck slowly moved my head up and down on its shaft, causing me to gurgle and belch up its green goo. Soon the stuff was leaking out of my nose. While my jaw was starting to hurt, I was on cloud nine. My mom wasn't coming home for another 4 hours! I thought. What if I was forced to suck on this monsters wiener for that WHOLE time?? Just the thought of it gave my little weenie a twitch.

"Yeah, uhhhhh!" I said to the thing. "Uhh, uhh, uhhh!"

And then I felt a pod go where it shouldn't go! It had found my tight little virgin butthole and one of its slender little pseudopods was worming itself inside like...well, like a worm! These pods had torn my shorts off of me, so my tight little virgin sphincter was no real challenge. It first had slathered its green goo all over my little hole before exploring it with a slender pliable finger like limb. At first it just poked and prodded, releasing some of the green slime around my hole. It felt kind of strange, I mean no one, not even myself had played with my own body like this.

I gave a muffled gasp when it managed to push inside me and then the pod wriggled its way inside I don't know how far. All I know is that it started feeling bigger and wider at my little entrance. It was slowly filling me up with its strong gooey tentacle, inch by inch. Whenever it would come against resistance in my tight little boychute it would vibrate strongly and rotate around until it found a way to move deeper inside of me. I started moaning from all the new sensations. I was being played with like a little toy, both my mouth and my little boychute was getting filled up with strong monster tentacle and even stronger monster sausage. The tentacle in my bottom was now much bigger in size than when it first entered me. I was sweating all over, since it was kind of getting a little painful to be stretched so far. The green goop and its side effects were helping me keep calm, but still my seven year old body was struggling against these two huge intruders.

I felt the pressure as it spread my hairless hole wider and wider. Was I going to be split open from the back by this thing? How much does it think it can fit up my little bottom? And then it started twisting even further inside of me! I couldn't control myself. I had never felt so good. The big twisting tentacle was up my now stretched bottom and its huge weenie jammed down my throat were both doing wonders on my pudgy little 7 year old body. On top of that, the tentacle in my bottom started to vibrate!! The vibration was so strong I could feel it all over my body, even down to my toes! It felt like one of those massage things that you find at sharper image or something. But it was inside of me!! And the wriggling was still going on, and that wriggling found something a little nob inside me that it decided to play with.

Which was fine with me. I never had guessed that about myself, inside my bottom were these little bump like places that felt so, so, very, very, VERY good when they were stroked by the thing's tentacle. A few strokes of that and I was shuddering and shivering and squirming in the thing's multi-clutching embrace. I closed my eyes as my whole body tightened up and felt waves of pleasure rake from my head all the way down to my curled little toes. "NGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHH" was all I could say as I closed my eyes while my chubby little body tensed and relaxed all over the tentacle that was vibrating so deep within my tight little rectum. I had never felt pleasure that powerful before, I mean it was so exciting and scary. What had the monster done to me?!? I didn't know what to think, all I could was take whatever the monster had in store for me. I writhed in its hold, and it peered at me intently all the while, and then when I was done, limp and panting, it pulled my limp body and face off its huge slimy tentacle and its tongue reached up and tasted the sweat of my face. Like it was kissing me.

When the tongue found my mouth, I didn't fight it, I let it slide in and met the tongue-tip with my own. I think the thing liked that, for the tongue didn't dive into my gullet like it could have, it just played with my own tongue. One of its tentacles was still lodged in my boychute and making me quiver with each of its twists and vibrations that it was still giving me. Slowly but carefully it extracted its long slimy tentacle from my now sore little butthole with a long goopy string connecting my hole and the tentacle. I was spent. I had just basically been forced to experience incredible amounts of pleasure by this monster's large tentacles, one in my bottom, one down my throat, and another sucking on my tiny little weenie and nuttsies. I didn't know what had happened, but I liked it. All the activity that the monster had put me through had made me really tired, so I started to close my eyes, hoping to take a respite from all the activity happening inside my butt. But it seemed as the monster had different plans...

The monster then shifted me on its lap (or whatever part of it I was semi-standing, semi-sitting, semi-hanging-over), and the tentacles about my legs pulled them wide apart as it lowered me slowly down. It put me into a position where my legs were bent with my knees by my shoulders and my hands were together above my head. I didn't have any idea where he was putting me and all my little mind wanted to do was rest...

But I soon found out, it was putting my little butt right onto its huge, green weenie! I felt it's broad blunt tip touch my tender sphincter and I groaned. "Oh, Mr. Monster, no, you shouldn't ought to do that, it's not right, it's not nice, not a nice thing at all, no, sir!" I thought to myself. It squirted a splash of its green goop all over my now gaping hole. I guess my pleading with the monster wasn't going to get me anywhere.

I tried resisting it, but the thing's prick shoved itself inside my tight little chute anyway. While I had already been stretched out by its tentacle, its huge 10 inch, incredibly thick slimy sausage was something else. I started to get anxious. I didn't know if I really wanted another big object up there. But what I wanted didn't really seem to matter to the big green monster. The slippery green goop let me slowly slide down on his huge pole, only giving me the option to moan loudly.

"Miiiiisssssssttttttterrrrrrrr monsterrrrrrrrrrrr, you are tooooooo bigggggg!!!!!" I screamed "Unggggggghuuhhhhhhhhhh" was its response.

Its blunt shiny head stretched my backside to new limits. I kind of felt like my whole body was on fire. I was being supported by the tentacles holding my knees and arms up, but it was slowly letting me sit on its big slimy dong. Every breath I let out it would let me slip down a little lower. I felt like a thanksgiving turkey, slowly being stuffed up with stuffing. I could feel its big wiener slowly squirt little spouts of green goop up my boychute, easing my little rump's slow slide down to the root of its gargantuan slimy sausage. All of this action was getting my tiny nub hard again. The monster took notice and that same fleshy tube came back to suck on my tiny 1 inch weenie and barely noticeable boy balls.

The minute it did that It let me drop down about another two inches. I screamed. The monster seemed to understand that I was in pain and it slowly let me up again, but after about a minute or two it dropped me down back to where I had been before. And then came one of its tentacles to my open panting mouth to push back down my throat. I groaned. I don't think it liked me screaming. The suction on my genitals and little nipples increased and I was slowly being moved up and down on the monsters huge slimy weenie by its tentacles. The thing wanted me to enjoy it playing with my body. After a little bit the speed increased and I the tentacles were moving faster and faster, pushing and pulling my body up and down on its huge flagpole.

I was incoherently whimpering and squeaking by now, I felt like I was on another planet. Maybe I was on the monster's planet? My body was being manipulated and constrained by this thing's tentacles to a point that it was giving me lots of pleasure and a decent amount of pain. My body was being folded and stretched for the monster's pleasure. There were constant sounds of slurping and burping from my little body unwillingly sliding up and down the monster's stalk. The vibrating and twisting were starting to get stronger with each thrust, and sometimes it would just push itself really far inside me and then vibrate incredibly strong and then push even further. It felt as if the whole ten inches were inside of me but it just kept pushing.

"mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmnggggg" Is all I could moan.

The thing was moaning those wordless words it had and I was moaning myself, while it moved my body and made me force myself on its incredibly thick dong as it lay beneath me. I felt those same strange feelings start again, but this time...there was more to it than the tingle. I felt a rising sort of...majesty building within, and a sense of everything coming together at once, like the stars were all collecting to form a brand-new sun, here in the dimly lit basement, and I whined like a little puppy as the thing's huge slimy sausage forced me to have those same intense feelings all over again.

"Oooh, oh, uh, uhhh, guhhh, uhhh!" I said to the thing.

"Uuuhhh, muhhhh, muhhh, guhh, uhhhhh!" It said to me.

"Ooh, oh, gah, uh, I'm ready, I'm ready, now, now, now-ow-owooooooohhhh!"

"Uhh, uhhh, uuuuhhhh, muh, uh-UHHH-UHHHHHHH!" the thing blasted itself into me.

I felt those same powerful feelings rake through my body again. Once again my body was being pushed and pulled until I was seeing stars and whimpering with joy, unconsciously squeezing the monsters huge wiener within my tight boy chute. "GAHHHHHHHHHH" was all I could muster in response.

That did it for the monster, who loudly groaned then unleashed his load into me, gushing a powerful spray of warm monster milk into me from the thing's thick dong. It was like being hosed down from my insides, and I felt the hot green seed churning inside me. The muscles in my boychute were contracting and releasing around it, milking everything it had left inside of its long rod. The enormous surge of the monster's green monster cream was expanding my tummy and insides to new limits. It was as if I was a little water balloon and the monster wanted to fill me up until I burst. It soon began to get uncomfortable, with the warm goo pushing on my tummy in a way that my tummy had never been pushed before. I felt incredibly full, and I could sense my tummy becoming distended from all of the thick creamy goop that was being continuously pumped inside of me. The monster grip loosened on me and let me sink all the way down to the bottom of its huge slimy rod.

"Unghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" I groaned with the tentacle still lodged down my throat.

It let go of my arms and I was able to just lie in semi consciousness, bloated and filled up with its warm monster goo against the huge monster's body. The tentacles wrapped around me until I was completely covered up with the thing, and it held me and warmed me and soothed me as I sighed, actually kind of happy-satisfied, in its formless embrace. I was in a tentacle cocoon. While its thick hard sausage was still inside me, leaking its cream while vibrating and twisting slowly, I was calm and felt content. It slowly slid its tentacle out of my gullet with a large squish.

After a time, I screwed up my courage and I said, "Mr. Monster, sir?"

"Muuhh?"

"Can I get up and go now?" I said. "I think I hear Todd upstairs."

"Muhhhh!" And the thing must have understood me, for it let me go as I stood up. As I stood up its phallus stayed inside my bum, making sure nothing leaked out. I felt stuffed and as I ran my hands down towards my belly, I realized that all that goo was still inside me. It was like I had gained an extra 10 pounds, all just in my tummy and stuffed bottom. The thing slowly extracted its now thick limp tube from my bottom. Right before it pulled all the way out it vibrated strongly and shot out one last molten blast of its goo into me. It seemed to seal all of the other monster cream that was already sloshing deep inside me. I had a hard time standing up straight, and as I tried I felt my tummy churn with all the warm green goop. I just sort of stood bent over, with my hands on my knees, panting and sweating from all the new pressure on my backside and enlarged belly. I looked down and was surprised to see my tiny nub was still hard! I just giggled. Soon I found enough strength to hobble up the stairs to the top, naked, ravaged and with a little stiff weenie I couldn't control.

I got upstairs and I heard a voice. "Mom!" I called out. "Mom, I'm in here! Let me out!"

"Mike? Mike!" And the deadbolt flew aside with a clank, the door was yanked open and I jumped through the door. "Professor?" I asked. "Hey buddy, what were you doing downstairs? Why are you naked?" The professor asked, wrapping huge his arms around me.

"My brother Todd locked me down there, where is my mom?"

"Her car broke down and is staying with her friend for the night. Wow, so Todd locked you down here, eh?" He said with a scowl. "Yeah, he tricked me into it." I said.

The professor then slowly rubbed his hands along my distended belly, giving me quizzical look. He then smiled. "Tell you what, Mikey, that was really horrible of him. You could've gotten really hurt!!" The professor said, holding me tightly to him. I felt one of his big thick fingers slide down to my little buttcrack, feeling the semi firm gelatinous outer coating of my goo filled behind.

"I know, I want to tell my mom so he gets in trouble!" "Tell you what, slugger, can we make a deal?" The professor asked, looking at me directly in the eyes while rubbing my little weenie between two of his big fingers.

"Ummmm, sure professor" I said quizzically, sighing from all the pleasure the man's big fingers were giving me.

"First, I want you to call me Daddy. Is that ok?"

I looked up right into this big man's eyes as he continued to play with my little hard nub and I sighed, beginning to cry.

"Don't cry little guy! I just wanted you to feel comfortable around me. We've lived together for so long that I feel you deserve it."

"Yes Daddy, yes!" Was all I could mutter

My new `daddy' then wrapped both of his huge python sized arms around my little naked body, forcefully pulling me into his strong embrace. He then kissed me directly on the lips. I let out a whimper and then melted in his big warm arms, letting out a relaxed sigh. He took that as an opportunity to force his huge tongue into my tiny mouth, moving one of his big hands to the back of my little head to keep my mouth in place. I couldn't stop making little boy whimpers as his large sweet tongue explored all the confines of my little mouth. All the new attention sent shivers down my chubby little body, causing me to involuntarily thrust my little hard 1 inch nub into the big man's huge fingers. After a couple minutes swallowing his spit, daddy pulled out his tongue looked at me with his big, powerful eyes.

"I can tell you liked that, you little horny boy." Daddy declared, rubbing his hands over my little rump and sliding his big thick fingers up and down my crack.

I nodded, saying, "Yes Daddy, I loved it. Your big tongue felt so good in my mouth. What does horny mean?"

"It means someone who loves to get their little weenies and little boychutes played with. Just like you. And don't worry Mikey, you'll have lots of opportunities to get to taste my tongue and much more in your mouth. I know that's what you need, so I will make sure you get it."

"Thanks Daddy, I love it when you touch me like that. Whats a boychute?"

Daddy chuckled, bringing his big hand down to the filled little hole between my buttcheeks, tapping the hardened goo with his forefinger. "This, little guy, is your boychute. Sometimes it is made to get rid of poop when you go to the bathroom, but mostly it's made to be stuffed with man penises, and right now your boychute is all filled up with my monster's goo.

"Ohhh" I giggled. "I get it now. My boychute is a place to put big penises. Hmmmm. Right now I feel so fullllll with your monster's goo."

"I bet you do! Good boy." Daddy said as he patted my short brown hair.

"So about your big brother. If you don't tell your mom, we can both punish him together, how about that?"

"Punish him how? I want pay back for what he did to me!" I exclaimed.

At that point Daddy picked me up and started carrying me out of the hallway to his big bathroom. The movement made my stuffed tummy make weird gurgling sounds. My body was still getting used to the fullness of a goo filled rectum.

As we were walking through the house, my new daddy stated, "Well little guy, I figure we could have some fun with his punishment, just like he had fun when he locked you in the basement."

"I dunno Daddy, but if you say so. I mean you are a professor and all." I giggled at that. "You are right on that, little guy. I'm a professor and I know what I'm talking about." And at that he gave me a kiss on my forehead.

"Now it's time to get you cleaned up, buddy. You're covered in my monster's goo, let's go take a shower!" he exclaimed.

I loved how nice my Daddy was treating me. He usually wouldn't talk to me much, let alone pick me up and kiss me on the forehead! I wonder what had changed. He seemed happier and more relaxed than usual. I guess I didn't really care, I just liked all the new attention.

Once we got into the bathroom, I stepped up on my stepstool so I could peer over the sink to look at myself in the mirror. I nearly screamed! My face was covered in dried green goop! I guess I hadn't really noticed or cared when I first got up from the basement.

Daddy chuckled, "It looks like you two had a good time down there. I bet my monster forced you to have quite few little boy cummies." He said while bending low to reach between my stout spread legs and tweak my hardened nub.

"Wha wha what do you mean Daddy? Whats a little boy cummy?"

"A little boy cummy is when a little boy, like yourself, has his little boy button pushed over and over by a big sausage until he tenses up he feels really good all over. Did that happen to you with my big monster?" As he said this, he pressed his powerful thighs up to the back of my shoulders and head, forcing them up against the bathroom sink.

I shuttered at the memory. "OHH yes it did Daddy, the monster made me have two boy cummies! It felt soooo goooood!"

Daddy's body towered over mine, him being 6'11'' and really big and strong. I guess I had never really looked at him before, but for some reason looking at him made my little weenie stir again.

"I'm glad that you liked it, but that doesn't matter. What matters is that your little boy button is getting a work out. Little boys need their buttons pushed all throughout the day, every day. I saw what you two were doing. And I saw how my experiment stuck its tentacles and large slimy rod in your mouth and bottom. And you loved it! You couldn't get enough! What do you think your mom would say if she knew that you liked taking it up the butt from a monster like that? I bet she'd send you away to an orphanage!"

And at that he looked down at me through the mirror and forced his thick forefinger into my worried, gaping mouth. My head was pinned up against his hips so I could only give him a worried look back in the mirror.

"Don't worry little buddy, I won't tell anyone if you can keep your mouth closed tight like a good little boy." He said, slowly inserting and removing his big fore finger into my little mouth. "Can you?" He asked

Instead of removing his finger he inserted it all the way into my mouth and then moved it up and down as if I were agreeing with him.

"That's a good little horny boy. I need to be able to trust you. You need to tell me everything, and never keep any little boy secrets from your big powerful Daddy. If I find out that you're keeping secrets from me, you will be SEVERELY punished. Now get into the shower so I can clean you up."

I stood there shocked for a moment. How did Daddy know about what had happened in the basement? Why was he acting so strange? Why was my weenie still hard? The large warm creamy load still filled my tummy, and every little move I made I was reminded about it with a dull pain in my backside and my tiny stiff nub.

As I thought all these questions over in my little head Daddy was undressing himself and getting ready to step into the shower with me. And then I saw it. His weenie. It was huge! Like bigger than the monsters! And his big hairy nuttsies were as bigger than my fists! I was so shocked that I couldn't stop staring.

"Can I touch it?" I asked, basically drooling, staring at Daddy's huge leaking tube. "Oh yes, silly, you'll even get to feel it all the way inside of your tight little bottom, but only after we get you cleaned up."

"Hmph" I whined.

I turned around and wobbled into our small shower and had to move up against the wall when Daddy's enormous figure came in and turned on the water.

"Face the wall buddy, and spread your legs."

I did what I was told, but then felt his foot pushing my legs farther apart. With me in his desired position, he squirted some shampoo in my hair and said, "You work on your hair and I'll work on the rest of you. As he said that he got out some soap and started lathering up my body. At first he worked on massaging my shoulders with his big hands, slowly working down to my nipples, which he repeatedly pinched and pulled.

I couldn't help but moan softly. I was working on washing my hair with both my hands when I felt his big hands try to get the dried green goo off of me. His fingers were manipulating and kneading my body like I was little piece of dough. It felt great. The two huge pads explored every part of me, my legs, shoulders, back, thighs and even my belly button. I started to giggle at all the ticklish sensations. It was also weird since all that monster goo seemed to be coagulating in my boychute, I mean as I moved around it seemed as if there was an actual warm sausage stuck all the way up there, but it was sort of flexible inside me, just giving me a very full feeling. It felt good to be so filled up with the warm hardening goo. He then took one of my little nipples in each of his hands and squeezed hard. I gasped.

"So, little guy, which did you like better, the monster's big slimy sausage gushing in your mouth or rubbing your little boy button in your bottom?"

"Hmmm" I said "Definitely my bottom. Yeah, my bottom." I stated.

Daddy chuckled, "I like your honesty. To be honest, I like your tight little bottom too." With that, his two big hands moved lower, one to the crack of my backside and the other to my little nub and nuttsies. He used extra care to wash my little weiner and nuttsies along with my buttcrack. His fingers played with my stiffie, stroking it a couple times before saying "You like this, don't you."

"nghnggg" I moaned.

His hand that had wrapped itself around my tiny 1 inch weenie and nuttsies now moved lower behind my naughty parts until his big middle finger pushed at my back entrance. It come against some resistance from the monster's green goo sealant, but Daddy gently pushed through. With his other hand he pushed my torso forward, so my backside was sticking out. At that he slowly worked a soapy finger into my boychute, which caused me to moan louder. "Do you like that Mikey?"

"Yessssssssssss" I moaned. I couldn't help but push my little bottom back into his big thick finger so it would go further into my hole. Being taken by the monster changed something inside me, I didn't know why but now I wanted something up there all the time. With that he quickly shoved the rest of his big finger inside me in one quick motion. I gasped again. He started wiggling his finger, exploring my taut little boychute and making me whimper and pant with every new place he touched. It seemed as if his thick, long finger was loosening up the hardened sealant, and some of the green goop started to flow out. I immediately felt relief as there was less pressure pushing on my insides. "Push out, like your taking a poop" My Daddy commanded.

I did, and felt lots of the green goop splatter and drip out of me. It felt like some large sausage was slowly coming out of my boy hole. It was like I was pooping out jello. It felt strange, but the more I pooped out the more relief I felt. Soon after though he told me to stop pushing out so he could push in a second finger, which caused me to moan even louder. He was pinching my nipples with his other hand and nibbling at my ears, which caused me to get those weird feelings in my little weenie again. His hand that was up my bottom was pinning my tiny nail down, so my little weiner felt kind of trapped, but it didn't matter since all the great feeling were coming from my little bottom anyways.

My big Daddy pulled his two big fingers out of my hole and told me to rinse out all the shampoo from my hair. The lack of something up my boychute made me involuntarily whine. It's as if my body had changed into that needed something in there all the time. I rinsed my hair wishing that my Daddy's fingers were back in my little bottom. After that he turned me back around to face the wall but this time with one of his big hands he pinned both of my own little hands behind my back. I closed my eyes as I leaned into the tiled wall, with my head turned to the side. At the same time he started playing with my little hole again. But instead of just two of his big thick fingers, he added a third. He slowly but steadily inserted all three at the same time, causing me to release a slow moan.

"Ooohhhh Daddddddyyyyyyyyy" I moaned.

"You're a horny little boy aren't you? You like it when I put things in your bottom don't you?" He said as he was slowly moving his three fingers in and out of my slick little hole. He found the same little button in my bottom that the monster had played with that had made me shudder before.

"Yyeesss yes Daddy, I ddo"

"Good." Daddy growled as he forcefully pushed his fingers up inside of me, pinning my whole body to the shower wall. His aggressiveness made me gasp and my body responded with another shuttering, stammering, earth shattering boygasm.

"Yes Daddy, I love it when you put things in my bottom. It feeellllllllssss soooo gooooooddd" I moaned as my little ring tried to strangle his fingers and had my third dry cummy of the night. I was very wobbly and almost lost consciousness for a moment, and put all my weight on his fingers, sinking down further, involuntarily stretching my boychute around his thick fingers. I probably would've fell down if Daddy wasn't pinning me up against the wall with his three soapy fingers inside of me.

"Good boy Mikey, good boys always have their little cummies for me when I allow them to." With that he pushed my whole body up against the shower wall, making sure I understood the power that he had over me.

After about ten minutes more of Daddy's forceful and slow anal massage and naughty talk, I felt his big hands move my arms above my head against the wall.

"Close your eyes and open your mouth. I'm going to turn you around" At that he slowly extracted his fingers from my now abused hole. I sighed. I felt empty. I only felt complete when something was inside of me down there, and I felt like I was missing something when there wasn't.

I did what I was told. I was really tired now, it was probably way past my bed time and I had had more cummies then ever before in my life! Closing my eyes was easy! I wonder why he wanted to keep my mouth open...

I soon found out as the huge blunt point of my Daddy's colossal boy intruder was trying to force its way down my throat. Daddy still held both of my hands together high above my head with one of his big paws as he slowly pushed my head up against the bathroom wall. I was trapped. I was pinned with my little head against the wall with a huge monster sausage in my mouth and my hands pinned above my head. I had to stand on my little tippie toes so that my mouth could reach Daddy's big meat.. As it pushed past my lips I tasted Daddy's own `goo'. It tasted kind of salty sweet like the monsters, but slightly different. Daddy didn't produce as much as the monster did, but I still liked to slurp it down.

Slowly my Daddy was thrusting his huge battering ram of a hot sausage down into my throat. I started to panic, since I couldn't really breath.

"Breath through your nose, little guy. Just like you did when my monster's tentacles and thick rod were crammed down there. Taste your new toy like a good little hungry boy. I always knew you were hungry for big daddy dick. I bet you didn't even know it, but I did. Feel my big meat push against your little throat. Don't try to get away, little guy. It's going down there sooner or later."

I did what I was told and he was able to push another inch in. It was painful, and I was worried. Once again, I was trapped giving pleasure to a huge beast that I couldn't control. And once again, amazingly, my little nub was hard again.

"Open your eyes and use your hands. Look up into my eyes too." Daddy commanded.

I did what I was told and whimpered around his hard weenie. His weenie was huge! I hadn't even gotten the whole tip into my mouth! When I was allowed to bring my hands down and try to grasp his wiener, my hands could barely touch! It was huge! But I knew my duty. I started to slowly pump his big sweaty sausage with both my hands absent mindedly while trying to fit the big spongy tip into my desparate mouth. It's like I didn't even know or think about what I was doing. It seemed like I was doing a good job because Daddy smiled and chuckled while looking directly into my eyes. After another ten minutes of slowly pushing his big weenie into my mouth, he pulled out. I gave him a quizzical look.

"Time for something different" he said with a smile.

At that he said "jump up here on the shower bench and bend over toward the wall. Let me see that cute little boychute of yours. I have to make sure that alllllllll of my monster's good is out of you." I did what I was told, bending at the waist so that my little hands could reach the warm steamy tiles.

Daddy then reached for a tube and squirted something onto his fingers, which he immediately pushed into my butt. While panting and whimpering, I could hear daddy slathering the same stuff on to his big daddy cock.

"Can I go to sleep?" I craned my neck up to try and look daddy in the face. Giving his a worried look. "I'm tired."

"Oh no little guy, we haven't even begun yet" Daddy said with another one of his big smiles, sticking his big forefinger in my mouth until it filled it, slowly drawing it in and out again while looking directly into my eyes and smiling.

He then brought both of his hands down to my hips, pulling my body back to the edge and then pushed my torso forward, so I was back in position. With both of his big strong hands grabbing my little hips, he guided my little hole to his huge blunt wiener. Once the tip touched my now swollen hole I gasped. "Daddy ummm don't please I don't want that in there it's way too big I want to sleep mister!" I tried to wiggle out of his grip, but his strength gave me no chance to get away.

At that he said "Don't worry little guy, you're little body was made for this. It is time for you to learn how to please a man." And at that he pulled my little body onto his huge pole and I felt my little buttlips get stretched wide, making me shriek. He quickly put two of his big fingers back into my mouth, stifling my lustful moans. He kept up the pressure on my backside until I could feel the head pop inside of me. I squealed around his fingers as it became very apparent that daddy was going to fill my hole with his big daddycock.

The inside of my hole was still slick with the slime from the monster, and with the goop on Daddy's salty sausage the two lubricants made it somewhat easier for me to be skewered on his huge stick. My little body shuttered as my boy hole was so stretched again for the second time that day. Once fully lodged with its big head inside my hole, daddy pushed on. Using slow strokes, daddy would push in, then pull out, slowly rocking back and forth, all the while forcing his big fingers into my mouth, making me moan around them as his big daddy sausage relentlessly worked its way inside of me.

When daddy would pull out, it would bring my whole body with it, making me lean back over the edge of the bench. As I would lean back, my body weight would push even more of daddy's sausage into me. The hot steam of the shower mixed with the slow slide down on daddy's sausage really made me hot.

Daddy would occasionally run his big hands up and down my little body, rubbing my earlobes, reaching below to squeeze my nipples and grab my skinny hips as he inched his big hot tube inside of me, all the while humming and sighing his approval. He ran his forefinger and thumb to circle my nuttsies and erect little nail. He would then squeeze my boy bits and use it to push his big cock in me even further.

"Good boy" he would say. "Open up your little boy body for me."

After about 20 minutes of slow ups and downs, Daddy pulled me into him while he thrust his hips forward. At the same time he again filled my mouth with two of his big thick fingers to stifle my shrieks and whimpers. He kept on pushing and pushing and pushing. It seemed like he wouldn't let up. My body was on fire, I was sweating and my whole body ached. I never thought that someone could fit something so large up their own bottom! But I couldn't do anything. It seemed as though his weenie would never end! Once again I was trapped with a big pole up my tiny quivering hole. For the fourth time tonight I felt another cummy build up through my hairless body. I was holding on for dear life to the slow ups and downs of my Daddy's huge wood. The whole time his big pole was rubbing that same spot inside me that made me go crazy before.

Once he felt like he had pushed in enough, he started slowly pulling out, slowly moving my body with his hand on my hips, almost all the way to the tip. And then the whole process began again. As he pushed in the second time it felt a little easier to take, but it still was painful and caused me to squirm and moan.

"Don't worry little Mikey, you're not going anywhere. Not until I'm done with you."

I moaned, thinking how I couldn't do anything but let my Daddy do what he wanted with my body. I began to realize that I was his little toy to stick his dick in whenever he wanted. I liked that.

The second time he pushed all the way in I couldn't help myself. My arms hung down by my ankles and daddy's cock used my body for his pleasure. The pressure on my back door button caused me to have another earth-shaking boy sized cummy. My whole body tensed up, closing my eyes and letting out another low guttural moan. I was milking Daddy's huge pole as I uncontrollably shuddered and spasmed. Daddy took this as a cue to push down on my shoulders and push up with his thick rod.

"NGAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH" I shrieked

"That's a good little boy. Scream and shriek for daddy. Show me how much you need my cock inside of you. You're mine now. Give up your body to me. Now it's time for me to have my big Daddy fun." I shuddered. I was too physically spent to resist anything that he wanted to do to me. After skewering me another couple inches, he slowly pulled up my limp body, increasing the pace of his thrusts. The thrusts got faster and faster while his pole went deeper and deeper. I had stopped trying to brace my body against the wall, and my arms flailed down by my knees. He started moaning and sighing.

His thrusts were getting more and more intense, making my body shake. He put his hands on my little shoulders and started pulling me down and pushing me up on his hard thick sausage. I was his little boy toy and he was going to keep his big angry member inside me until he was done. While I was in pain, one part of me liked it. I liked being used for this big man's pleasure. He made my tiny nub hard when he put his big sausage in my little bottom.

Soon he was pushing all the way to until I could feel his big bushy pubes against my hairless little butt cheeks. Each time he was fully inside of me he would support my little body by roughly grabbing my nipples and pulling hard. He would hold my body tight to his, fully impaled on his huge shaft, while he would repeatedly flex his big cock, making sure I could feel every inch of his stiffness get rigid inside me.

"Mikey, bring your hand down to your stomach, that's it. Feel the outline of my big daddy dick inside you. It is tickling your belly button, but from the inside."

Through the fog of lust and pleasure-pain I reached up to run my hand up below my belly button. I could feel the stiff outline off daddy's thick shaft in my stomach, forcefully rearranging my guts to accommodate its girth. I just moaned. I realized that I didn't even need to hold myself up against the wall any more, as daddy's big cock was holding my body up.

"It'sssssoooobiiiiiiiiigggg daddyyyy."

Daddy chuckled, "I know buddy. You will get used to it. My cock is the perfect size for your little seven year old body. Hairless little boys like you need to understand the power of a man's cock. It is good for them. You will see."

Then he pulled all the way out until he just had his big blunt tip was inside my hole and then quickly thrusted all the way back in, repeating the process over and over again.

He then pulled all the way out of me, leaving me confused and panting. He turned me around, picked me up so that my arms were wrapped around his neck and my body was pressed onto his hairy chest. He then placed his big daddy dick again at my sore, hairless hole. I had no energy left in me to resist as my body slowly sank down, impaling itself on the huge stick. I groaned with lust as I felt daddy's thick weenie again slip deeper into me, inch by inch. He then pressed my back up against the shower room wall, pushing all the way in, then slowly pulling out until only the head was lodged inside of me.

This long dicking lasted another 15 minutes before he sped up his pace and then shouted "Ohhhhh yesss" and pumped a huge load into me, causing me to have my FIFTH dry cummy for the night. Just yesterday I had never experienced so much intense pleasure as experiencing a cummy but now I had had 5!

As I sank down onto his huge daddy dick his mouth covered mine and his big tongue was stuffed into my little mouth.

"You have been a good little boy, Mikey. This is what good little boys do for big men like me. What do you say after a big man puts their big sausage into your little boy body?" Daddy asked, holding me tight to his body.

"thanks?" I asked

"Yes, that's right, little boy. Every time a big man puts his big man cock inside of you, you must say thank you. So say it."

"Thanks daddy." I sighed, still fully impaled on daddy's now softening weenie.

"For what, little boy?"

"Stuffing my bottom with your big pole!" I exclaimed

"Now say it all in one go. Tell me how much you enjoyed my cock."

"Mmmmnggggghhhhh daddy, thank you so much for stuffing my little silly boy hole with your big man sausage. It made me feel so gooooood and made me have lots of cummies." I said, squirming and wiggling my body on his big pole with my eyes closed.

"Good boy. Little silly boys always need to show their appreciation for all the work that their big daddies do. Got it?

I could barely make a noise I was so tired. I could only groan "yssssssss"

Daddy pushed me up against the wall, using his still semi rigid pole inside of me to grind my frame into the tile, saying "What was that? Open your eyes when you are talking to me!"

"Uhh yes daddy thank youuuuuu" I said, looking directly into his big manly eyes.

"Good little boy. Now it's time to clean you up and put you to bed."

He then lifted me up a little bit, allowing his deflating daddy sausage from my now completely ravaged boychute, making a big plop sound as it slipped out. I dreamily watched as he quickly reached for an object that was high up in the shower.

"We can't have you lose any of my big daddy cum that I put inside you. You need my cum to stay inside of your little boy body all the time. It is good for you, do you understand?"

Before I could say anything daddy pushed a large, smooth butt plug into my little boy hole. It made me pant and squeak as the biggest part of it pushed past my weakened sphincter. It felt really big, like wider around than daddy's thick cock. "Daaaadddyyyyyyy" was all I could moan, arching my back with my hands still up against the shower wall.

Daddy just chuckled as he turned me around, so that I was facing him. "Get on your knees, boy. It's time to clean my cock." I did what I was told, and sat up on my knees on the shower bench with the butt plug lodged deep inside me. My position put my little mouth within reach of daddy's now deflated weenie. I was amazed at how big it still was. Daddy reached out with one hand to keep my head in place as he used the other to place his semi deflated tube directly into my `o' shaped lips. I used my tongue to lap up the last drops of daddy milk that dribbled out of his big stalk. I brought both of my hands up to grip the base, keeping it steady. I made sure to run my little tongue up and down daddy's shaft.

As daddy held my head filled with his cock he said, "That's a good boy, Mikey. Every time I put something into your butt, you need to clean it with your mouth after. You can never, I mean never, leave an object dirty after it has been inside you. It is your duty as a good little boy to make sure that a man's cock, or anything else he uses to stuff your little boybutt is fully cleaned. And the only way that a little boy can clean a man's cock is with his little mouth. Do you understand?"

I nodded my filled mouth up and down while peering up at daddy from below.

"Good, now get off the bench."

I awkwardly got up and stepped down from the bench. It was weird since the big butt plug was pushing at my insides, making me feel good and stuffed. Daddy went back to wash my body again, taking every opportunity he could to tweak and twist the plug as he made sure my body was nice and clean. Soon after he turned off the water and the steam opening up the glass door to step out of the shower.

He took a big towel from the cupboard and dried me off completely, paying extra attention to rub and squeeze my little boy bits and tiny hard nipples. He reached into another cabinet, pulling out a little smooth clamshell object that I had never seen before and what looked like a strip of fabric. He stretched the fabric wide then put it around my neck. It was baby blue and felt it was part of my swimteam swimsuit, the way it clung to my skin so tightly.

"Mikey, this is the first part of your new uniform. You will wear this collar at all times. I am the only one who can take it off. It is made of lycra and has sensors all on the inside. It reads your temperature, heart rate, and it also has a little sensor that shows me where you are at all times, among lots of other really cool features. It also can also help punish you if you have been a bad boy." Professor said as he adjusted the collar so a little black square piece within the lycra band aligned to the back of my neck. "Only I can turn it on or off, see? It is controlled by my fingerprint and my cellphone." He then placed his pinky finger on the square. The whole collar vibrated strongly, which made me gasp. After the vibration the collar got noticeably tighter. I quickly reached up with both of my hands up to the collar, not knowing what to do.

Daddy squatted down in front of me, looking directly into my eyes while slowly bring both of my hands down to my sides. "Don't worry bud, it's not going to hurt you, it's just getting adjusted to your size."

I could still breathe, and it didn't hurt, but now there was no way I could forget it was there. I watched as the professor then brought his phone to the back of my neck, taking a picture and then typing something into his phone.

"How does that feel, Mikey?" The professor asked, running both of his big hands along my neck and back.

"It's kind of tight, daddy." I said with a little concern in my voice.

"Well Mikey, it is supposed to be. We don't want it coming off now do we?" The professor chuckled, giving both of my little nipples a hard twist with his big rough fingers.

I shrieked in surprise at the sudden pleasure from my nipples, clenching my little buttcheeks, which drew up the big buttplug that was still inside my bottom. The pressure against my boy button again made my little weenie hard, to the dismay of the professor. He quickly grabbed both of my little nutsies in one hand and squeezed hard, eliciting another shriek, but this time out of pain, which caused my weenie to quickly go soft again.

He then took the little baby blue clam shell object and then went down on one knee in front of me, looking me directly in the eye.

"This is the most important part of your new uniform as a good little boy. Do you understand?" Daddy asked incredulously, looking at me in the eyes. Before I could say anything he stuck two of his big fingers into my open, surprised mouth, bringing my head up and down, to make it seem as if I was nodding my head up and down.

"Good" He smiled.

Without saying another word, he took my little flaccid nub and tiny nuttsies with his big manly fingers, placing all of my boy bits into the light blue plastic contraption. It fit tightly around my genitals, restricting any movement and squishing my little nub so it faced down. He then snapped it shut, prohibiting any access to my little nub or nuttsies. Daddy then pulled out what I thought looked like a tiny metal rod, placing it in the contraption, turning it a couple rotations as I looked down in wonder.

I stared down as daddy pulled out his cell phone, waving it over my new device, typing something into his phone. Whatever he did lightly vibrated the collar around my neck and the matching baby blue device around my little boybits. I let out a surprised sigh and looked down to see that a tiny portion of the device was now lit up. Daddy then took his pinky finger and pressed it into the small square pad until the lights on the device turned red. I then felt increasing pressure around different parts of my enclosed weenie and nuttsies. I winced, shifting my weight from foot to foot.

"Wha what is that, daddy?" I asked, in awe of the thing that now controlled my little weenie.

"Well, little boy, is called a boy lock, or a chastity device. Boy locks go around little boy's boy bits to help make them into good, obedient boys. It is now locked onto you and can't be take off without my fingerprint and a code from my cell phone. It is also connected to your boy collar. You will keep it on until I tell you, and if I catch you trying to take it off, you will be punished. There is no reason that you would need to take it off, anyway. There is a little hole at the bottom that you can pee out of. Why don't you feel it with your fingers."

Daddy had reached behind me, grabbing the rubber butt plug that still inside my bottom, and slowly twisted it, making me mew and squeak with confused pleasure. As he was doing this I brought my little hands down to my crotch, feeling the smooth baby blue plastic that now restricted my nubs. The contraption completely cancelled out all feeling of my genitals. Out of curiosity, I placed one my little fingers on the pad that daddy had used. ZZZZD!!!!!!!!! I felt a sharp electric surge all around my genitals and my neck! I shrieked! The little thing had zapped me!

I quickly lost balance and put both of my hands on daddy's shoulders, looking at daddy as if I was about to cry.

"It's ok buddy, it won't punish you if you don't try to take it off." Ruffling my hair with his big strong hand.

"But I didn't try to take it off! I just wanted to touch it!" I complained.

"Well then, if you don't want that to happen again, don't touch it! Promise me you will never try to touch your boy lock" Daddy said sternly.

"OK daddy, I promise never to touch my boy lock." I said, defeated by a tiny piece of plastic.

"Good boy." Daddy replied, quickly giving the big butt plug one last turn before he let go.

He then pulled out what I thought was a new swim suit from my school swim team. It was light blue lycra with `good boy' written in red and black down each side. Daddy then got out the Vaseline from the cupboard and unfolded the swim suit. What? There was a big thick black sausage sticking up from the inside of my swimsuit! Daddy opened up the container of Vaseline and slathered some on the swim suit's thick member.

I was really confused so I asked "wwwhat is that?" "why is there that black weenie coming up from my swim suit?"

"Well little Mikey, his name is Big Mr. Black, and he is a boy trainer, because he goes up little boy's bottoms, just like yours. Come over and say hi to Mr. Black." Daddy said with his same broad smile, putting one of his big meaty hands on my chubby backside, gently pulling me towards `him'.

"Hello Mr. Black." I sleepily said, staring at the black rubber weiner. It was big and smooth, just like Daddy's weenie, but smaller in length, even though it got wider at the bottom, only to be tapered at the base. It even had a little hole at the tip, like a real weenie! At the base in small red letters it said `boy trainer' just to get the point across.

"Big Mr. Black is a professional boy trainer. He trains silly little boys like you to become good little obedient boys. You must obey everything he tells you to do, and never, EVER, try to pull him out before he's ready. He's here to train you. He can make you feel good, but more importantly he will train you and will punish you if you've been a bad little boy. He can do lots of cool things, like twist around and squirt your insides with important medicine, too. He takes orders from me so if you disobey me you will be punished by both me AND Big Mr. Black. He will train you 24 hours a day. Got it?"

"Ohhh OK, I think so." I said, shivering at the thought of that big object going inside my bottom, absentmindedly reaching towards my hole which was already filled with daddy's plug.

"So then say it." Daddy said, running his big hand under my chin. "Say what??" I asked, suddenly scared that I'd done something wrong.

"Tell Mr. Black that you want him to train you, and that you promise to ALWAYS obey him." Daddy then rested his hand on the back of my neck and put the freshly greased large black boy intruder right in front of my face.

I thought it was weird that my new daddy wanted me to talk to all these new things that he was making me wear, but I didn't say anything. I just took a deep breath and said "Hello Mr. Black. Please can you train me to be good little boy? I want you to train my bottom like my Daddy said. I will always do what you say and will never disobey you."

"Good. That's good enough. Now step into Mr. Black's legholes." Daddy ordered as he put it on the floor.

I put both feet in the foot holes as my Daddy slowly pulled up the light blue suit by its top. I felt the thick rubbery material stretch around my calves and thighs. Once he got to a little below my knees I felt Mr. Black poking my already full little boychute. "Tiger, push out like you need to poop."

Daddy then took the plug that was in my butt, and quickly yanked it out, causing me to shriek. Daddy quickly shoved the plug that had just been up my butt into my gaping mouth. "Use your hands to keep this in your mouth, make sure to clean it with that little eager tongue of yours." With both of my hands I grabbed the plug, trying to fit it all into my mouth. I stretched my mouth as wide as I could but I couldn't fit my teeth around the widest part. It tasted weird, kind of like the monsters goo, and also kind of creamy. I continued to lick the smooth black surface as I felt Mr. Black's blunt tip touch my slippery, puffy hole.

Daddy then told me to flex my butt muscles again, slowly pulling up the lycra swim suit over my boylock, all the way up past my belly button. The whole time Mr. Black was entering my hole. I could feel the hard object push against my slick sore entrance, slowly increasing my discomfort and pleasure. I could feel the wide base stretch my sore hole even further. I shivered. I pulled the plug out of my mouth to mutter "mmmmmmmmissstttter Mr. Black" as I closed my eyes and breathed deep. Daddy didn't like that, brusquely shoving the big black plug back into my mouth.

"Don't take that out of your mouth until I tell you, boy. Use your tongue and clean it like a good little boy." Daddy growled. I did what was I told.

He then took the top of the lycra suit and yanked it up even farther, picking me up off the ground, just to make sure that Mr. Black was as far up my tight boychute as he could be. I squirmed in mid-air, having my bottom plowed again by another large thick object.

It felt weird. The shiny thick lycra clung tight to my skin. I realized that it must not have been my swim suit, since it felt a lot tighter and thicker on my chubby thighs and tummy, and it stretched tightly over my new plastic cage that kept little nub small and soft. The suit went all the way up past my belly button and all of the way half way down my thighs. At first it was kind of hard to breathe since it was so tight but I got used to it. Daddy bent down and ran both of his hands over my bottom and crotch, smiling his big smile, "you like that little guy? How does it feel to have Big Mr. Black up inside you?" at that he reached between my legs underneath my weenie and pushed against my hole, pushing him in deeper inside of me all the while looking directly into my eyes.

All I could do was roll my eyes back into my head as I continued to lick and suck on the butt plug that had just been inside of me. My legs felt weak.

"That's enough cleaning little guy. What do you say to the plug for filling you up?" Daddy said as he pulled the plug from my mouth, taking it from my little hands, holding it up to my face.

"Thanks Mr. Buttplug for filling me up so nicely. You made me feel reallllly good and full."

"Good boy, Mikey. Lets put Mr. Buttplug in the sink."

All this attention on my little rump had really exhausted me so I put both of my hands on Daddy's shoulders to steady myself. I then tried taking a step to the door. It felt so weird having Mr. B deep inside of me. No matter what I did, Mr. Black was there, pushing on my boy button and causing so much pleasure. My little nail tried to get hard, but the confines of the baby blue chastity device kept it soft. When I took a couple steps, he moved and wobbled around inside, pushing on different parts of my insides, causing me lots of pleasure, which made my nub ache a little as it pressed against the plastic.

Once again, daddy pressed his finger into part of the lycra and took a photo with his phone, causing the whole thing to vibrate and constrict itself around my abdomen and thighs, tightening then releasing 3 times. Then I felt Mr. Black himself slowly increase in size and slowly twist its shape and vibrate. I breathed deep and wiggled my body, unsure of what to do with myself.

"Now Mr. Black is awake. He is getting to know your body so he can better train you. He wants to get to know allllllll about you, but that will have to wait until later. Got it?"

I shrugged, completely bewildered by the new sensations that were coming from all the new clothing daddy had given me. It was as if I wasn't allowed to think for myself anymore. All the new vibrations felt good, but I was a little worried at the prospect of being completely controlled by all of daddy's new devices.

"Let's review, little guy. Go Look at yourself in the mirror and tell me about your uniform and why you need to wear it."

I sleepily turned around to see myself, with the tight blue collar around my neck and the thick baby blue suit covering my middle. Daddy got on his knees behind me, running his hands up and down my lycra covered thighs and butt.

I reached up and pointed at the tight material around my neck. "This is my boy collar. It can tell my temperature and it also has a thingy that lets you know where I am all the time." I looked at Daddy through the mirror for approval.

"And?" Daddy said, reaching around to grope my little crotch.

"Aaaaand it can punish me if I'm being a bad little boy." I said, worried about the power it had over my body.

"Good. Now tell me about your boylock."

"I wear my boylock because it keeps my little weenie soft. I need to wear it every day so that I can focus on being a good little boy for my daddy." "Oh, and it can also punish me if I've been a bad little boy too."

"Good, Mikey. And what do good little boys do?" Daddy said, gently squeezing my butt cheeks with his big fingers.

"Good little boys always put stuff up their butts and suck on big daddy weenies. Good little boys always say thank you when they have their boybuttons pushed and their boychutes stuffed, and always clean big daddy weenies with their mouths after they have been up their butts."

"Good boy Mikey! You're right! Now tell me about Mr. Black."

"Mr. Black is a professional boy trainer that makes sure that silly little boys become good, obedient boys. He fills up little boy butts to make sure that they are doing what they are supposed to. He can also squirt special medicine up inside me to make me the best that I can be. Aaaaaaand he can punish me if I've been bad." I let out a big sigh, smiling as I looked at daddy.

"Good boy Mikey."

"Who is the boss, Mikey?"

"You are daddy."

"Who controls this little body of yours?"

"You do daddy."

"And?"

"And Mr. Black controls my little body daddy. He can make me feel good if I have been a good boy, but he can punish me if I have been bad."

"Great!" Daddy said, ruffling my hair and pulling me into a big warm hug.

"You're going to sleep in my bed tonight little guy." At that, he picked me up as if I was as light as a feather and took me up to his part of the house. The whole time I was in his arms one hand was gently pushing at my hole through the thick baby blue material in a slow but forceful rhythm, causing me to quietly moan and sigh in time. Once we got to his room he had me stand by the bed while he got something from a big shopping bag. "Here, I'll help you put this on. This is also part of your new uniform" as he pulled out a bright red piece of cloth.

He put it on the ground in front of him as he sat on the bed. I put my hands on his knees as he threaded my stout little legs into the leg holes. They were bright red footie thermal jammies, with thick white collars around the neck, wrists, and ankles, with a white zipper that ran down the back, along with a little zippered butt flap. It looked to me like it a couple sizes too small and abnormally thick. But Daddy knew best. As daddy pulled it up over my little legs it clung to my skin. It was a thick stretchy material that I hadn't felt before. They were thicker and warmer than any other pajamas I had ever had and so much more stretchy. It felt I was wearing three pairs of thick soft wool socks, but all over my body.

It was so tight and warm, and it felt good. While Daddy was pulling them up onto my legs I noticed that they had extra padding around the knees. Daddy made sure to pull on the legs until my feet fit snuggly in their warm confines. It was like I was wearing extra thick tights, which felt so good. Once he pulled them up to my waist Daddy dug around for a little tube that was located in my crotch of my jammies, bringing it to his mouth to get it wet before threading it through a small hole in Mr. Black's front and pushing up into the only hole in my boylock. It went right up into my trapped weenie! I shrieked at the sudden intrusion. Daddy gave me a menacing look and wrapped his huge arm around my torso, keeping me in place while he continued to thread the tube up into my pee hole.

"Unggggghhhhh Daddddddyyyyyyyy" I groaned. "Why are you putting that in my weenie?"

"Shhhh, I'll show you once I get you all zipped up."

I whined as daddy continued to push the thin tube into my body. It felt so weird, but it kind of felt good, once again making my weenie try to get hard. Eventually daddy pushed the whole tube into me. It seemed that the tube was part of my pajamas or something because when it was all inside of me, I couldn't even tell that there was a tube and the pajamas were tight against my boylock. Once the tube was fully inside of me he brought the jammies up to my tummy, pulling them up by the back, making sure there was no slack left in my legs.

"Put your arms in the arm holes." Daddy said as he held the top part of the red suit in front of me.

Like on my legs, the pajamas were abnormally thick and very tight, even though they were very stretchy and didn't constrict any movement. When I put my hands into them I immediately noticed something was different. Instead of the arms ending with a hole like a normal shirt, they ended with little finger holes, like two little gloves. But when I put my fingers into the finger holes the gloves forced my little hands into fists around a sort of squishy ball in the center. I tried extending my fingers, but the pajamas wouldn't allow it. I looked down at both my hands, which had now turned into little bright red balls that extended from the thick white wrist bands around both of my wrists. Daddy then made sure to pull the slack out of the arms, pulling my hands further into the constricting ball like endings.

"Aren't these cool? See, now you can't use your hands." Daddy chuckled.

I tried as hard as I could to open my hands around in their soft but tight confines, but there was no chance. I turned my head around to give daddy a concerned look.

"B-b-but I want to use my hands, daddy." I mumbled, feeling my tightly covered chest with my cloth covered fists.

"Not tonight, little guy. Anyways, what do you need your hands for, you're about to go to sleep!" Daddy said matter of factly, smiling while rubbing both of my earlobes with his big fingers.

He slowly ran the white zipper up from the small of my back, causing me to feel the thick fabric pull tight all over my chest and erect little nipples. It seemed that there was a different material located around my little nipples, like a slightly stiffer cloth or something. It coarsely rubbed against my two little nipples, making to let out a quick breath of air. It definitely felt great. Then daddy zipped it up all the way up to my neck over the vibrating collar, forming a thick tight white choke collar right under my chin. Since I was a little over weight, the cloth was tight on my body all over, especially my tummy, legs, my round rump and the little mound where the boylock was. He then buttoned the protective cloth tightly over the zipper on the back of my neck so the zipper couldn't come loose in the night. I could feel him touch the top of the zipper with his pinky finger and I could hear him take another photo with his camera. After that it seemed as if my pajamas `turned on.'

First I could feel the whole suit become tighter around my body, and then slowly relaxing, only to do that three more times. It was as if the pajamas were calibrating their tightness specifically to my little pudgy body. Afterwards a tingling sensation started around my neck, then it slowly worked down my spine until it reached my boy hole and forced Mr. Black and the device wrapped around my weenie and nutsies to vibrate strongly three times, making me gasp. The tingly feelings then slowly spread down the back of both of my legs to my tightly covered feed, creating a tingling, almost vibrating sensation on the soles of both of my feet.

Daddy turned me around so I was facing him. "How does that feel? Aren't these new jammies cool?" He asked as he ran his hand over my nipples, down my tummy, and then cupped my boylock. Daddy's hand felt so good on my body, as if my new jammies were magnifying his touch against my skin.

"Daddy it feels really good." I cooed, pushing my little body into his big hand.

"One last thing little guy." My Daddy said as he pulled out some other equipment.

As he said this I moved around in my new pajamas so I could look at myself in Daddy's full length mirror. I looked like a little red elf. I saw that my pajamas had a thick hood with cute little animal ears bunched up at the back of my neck. My whole body was wrapped tightly in the warm cloth, I couldn't get away from it. You could see the outline of the thick lycra swim suit under the even thicker red pajamas. I ran my fists over my tummy and poked the spot where my tiny weenie usually was. It was weird how the boylock prohibited me from feeling anything down there. There were no extra creases in my pajamas, and I mean you could see every curve of my body. It was almost as if I was naked, but if fact my body was wrapped up in an incredibly thick, tight, bright red material. The whole time my jammies were giving off tingling sensations all over my body, causing incredible sensations all over. I smiled at all the new pleasure I was feeling.

Daddy watched me touching myself and chuckled. I again ran my fists up my body to the thick tight collar around my neck to see if I could somehow loosen the tight grip it had on my throat. But my little balled up hands were no match for the tight stretchy material, which formed a soft but firm choke collar around my neck.

The professor chuckled. "Don't worry bud, there's no way you can get out of those. Those onesies are especially designed to keep silly little boys like you warm and controlled. Only I can take them off. But you can try all you want," the professor chuckled.

"Oh no Daddy, I've never had such nice and warm jammies, they make me feel good all over!" I giggled, wiggling my little bottom, loving how tight my new jammies covered my chubby little frame.

Daddy came up from behind me to look at me in the mirror, bending me over at the waist and running his hands around my groin and up and down my clothed crack, giving me tingles all over.

"Come over here Mikey, let me show you all the cool things your new uniform can do!" The professor said, bringing his big hand to the back of my neck, guiding me to a corner of his bedroom. I waddled over to what seemed like large box mounted on the wall with a long skinny black tube wrapped up on a hook.

"Bring your wrists together, buddy"

As I did, daddy got down on one knee and unsnapped a little white snap on my left wrist that I hadn't noticed before. He then looped the snap into a little wring on my right wrist, snapping my two wrists together. "Try and move your wrists" Daddy said as he smiled, reaching between my legs to gently rub my crotch and press against my rubber filled boyhole.

I tried to separate my wrists as hard as I could, but the snap was too strong. I gave the professor a defeated look. "I can't daddy, it's too strong."

Daddy chuckled as he gave an approving look at my tied up wrists, running his big strong hands up and down my thighs. "That's okay, Mikey. Good little boys love to be nice and tied up. Are you a good little boy?" The professor said with concerned stare, running his big thumb over crotch.

"ummm I think so daddy" I muttered, unsure of my new situation. I didn't know if I liked being so tied up, but if it made daddy happy, I guess it made me happy too.

"Don't worry, little guy, you will soon learn to obey. It is always important for good little boys to obey their big daddies. Here, let me show you something cool. Squeeze your right hand as hard as you can."

I did what I was told, and I immediately felt the sharp sensation of my new jammies squeezing my right nipple. "unggggghhh daddy my jammies are squeezing my nipple!!" I shreaked, again surprised by the power of my new pajamas. It was like my jammies new exactly where to touch me to make me feel good!

"That's right, tiger. That's what they are supposed to do. Now squeeze your left fist." I did, and the same thing happened to my left nipple! I squealed as I stood up on my tippie toes while the sharp pleasure raked through my body.

"Now squeeze both of your fists at the same time." I did, and WOW, my jammies squeezed both of my nipples while both the collar around my neck and big Mr. Black vibrated strongly inside my boychute, with my boylock squeezing my boy bits. "Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa" was all I could say as the sudden onslaught of pleasure made my knees buckle, falling face first into Daddy's strong embrace.

Daddy chuckled, wrapping his arms around me in a tight warm hug. "I can tell you liked that, little guy."

I could only mumble and hum as daddy's big hands massaged and kneaded my rubber filled bottom.

"Alright, Mikey. It's time to get you ready for bed."

He then brought me back to my feet, positioning me so I was directly under the box and facing the wall. He reached up and pulled a cord from the box on the wall with a little metal hook on it. Daddy then snapped the hook around the white snap that connected my two wrists. Positioning me under the box, daddy brought my wrists high above my head. He then pushed a button on the box which kept all the slack of the line, keeping my arms in place high above me. He then uncoiled the black tube, bringing it down behind me. Because of my restrained position, I couldn't see what he was doing, but felt him poking around my crotch from behind, right below my plastic encased nuttsies. I then heard a light click as he attached the tube to my pajamas. Immediately I felt a strong vibration come from Mr. Black.

"Whhhat are you doing daddy? I asked with my hands tied above my head and Mr. Black gently vibrating and changing shape inside of me.

"Well, little guy, this is going to help you pee. When I plug this tube into your pajamas, Mr. Black knows to push against your little bladder in a way that forces you to empty it completely. I don't want you wetting the bed tonight!"

"Mr. Black can even make me pee?" I asked.

"Yep, little guy. Mr. Black can make you pee, and do lots of other fun stuff. Just you wait!" Daddy said, pushing a button on the box.

The box above my head then began to hum while Mr. Black expanded, pushing on a different place inside me. I groaned, wriggling my restrained body as I immediately felt the strong urge to pee. I whimpered.

"See? Mr. Black can make you do all sorts of things. Right now he wants you to wee wee as much as you can. Don't be afraid, boy, obey Mr. Black and push. He knows what's best for you."

I grunted as I felt my pee flow uncontrollably out of me, into the tube that daddy had threaded through my boylock up inside my weenie. It felt so weird, with my hands tied above my head as I peed into the tube. The whole time daddy was rubbing and massaging me while keeping me firmly in place. After about a minute of peeing, I felt that I was empty. The box beeped and I felt Mr. Black move back to his normal position.

"See? Mr. Black knows when you are empty. He's getting to know all about you, Mikey. From now on, this is how you will go to the bathroom." The professor said as he unhooked the clip to my wrists. The cord automatically recoiled into the box as I brought my hands down to rest. The professor then wrapped his big arms around me from behind, rubbing his rough stubbly face against my ear. He then took each my little fists into each of his hands, roughly squeezing them.

My head shot up to the ceiling as once again Mr. Black and the collar around my neck roughly vibrated my whole body. This time daddy nibbled on my ear, gruffly whispering "good boy. Feel the power of Mr. Black inside you." He quickly squeezed both of my fists twice more, eliciting the same explosions of pleasure in rapid succession.

"UNGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHH DADDDYYYYYYY" I squealed, unable to defend my body against my new jammies that were squeezing me and vibrating all over.

He then ran his hands up and down my sides, bringing my tied up hands above my head, which he then took into one of his hands and lead me back to the bed.

I felt wobbly and lightheaded from all the new sensations I had felt tonight. I had to lean over against the bed to help me stay standing. I liked how I felt. No matter where I moved, the pajamas clung to me and the big boy intruder pushed up against my little boy button. I was in heaven. Then my big Daddy ran his hand up my legs to my butt and aggressively pushed against my hole. "ngggghh" was all I could say before as my chest was pressed against the side of the bed. Daddy's large, forceful fingers snaked under my butt, easily lifting my whole body on to the bed. I shuddered as I felt the continued pressure on my boychute, which he used to push my whole body to the middle of the bed. He then flipped me over so I was facing the ceiling. While looking directly into my eyes, he then lifted both of my red little legs above my head and with his shoulders keeping them in place, he was able to put his face right on top of mine.

He started kissing me on the mouth, filling up my mouth with his big tongue. He then grabbed both of my tied wrists, pushing the above my head, forcing his tongue even farther down my throat, while repeatedly squeezing my fists to create shockwaves pleasure that ravaged my tiny frame. All I could do was shriek and whimper as daddy forced his big tongue into my panting mouth. After 10 minutes of me sucking on his big tongue while his big body covered mine, he slowly stood up, smiling down at me. "Good little boys love it when I force my tongue in their mouths. You're a good little boy, right?"

All I could do was sleepily nod my head up and down. My little body was so tired from all the pressure on my little boy button and my cummies that I had experienced I couldn't do anything but accept whatever Daddy wanted to do to me. I awkwardly sat up on the big bed as Daddy brought a big bag out of his closet.

"I don't want you snoring tonight so you are going to have to wear this. It's called a boy silencer, because when little boys wear it, they can't make annnnnyyyy noise." The professor chuckled as he pulled out a bright orange ball with a rubber strap on it.

I saw that the little orange ball had SILENT in big black letters written on one side. I nervously looked up at Daddy and whined, "but Daddy I don't think I snore."

"That's what they all say silly. Here, open your mouth as wide as you can."

As I did, the Daddy placed the big orange ball in my mouth and then tightened the rubber strap behind my head. I couldn't make a sound! I tried talking but nothing but quiet moans and squeaks came out!!

Daddy ran both of his hands across my chest pinching my little nipples as hard as he could. I whimpered but I literally couldn't make a noise.

"See? You can struggle all you want, but the silencer helps you keep you nice and quiet."

Daddy then made a funny face as he then grabbed my hips and started to pinch my sides, tickling me. I started giggling but couldn't breathe that well since the big ball in my mouth was blocking the air. Daddy wouldn't take his hands off me, and I couldn't stop giggling. I was in heaven. He tickled and touched every part of my body, even tossing me up into the air and then catching me in his big strong arms. No matter where I went on the bed Big Mr. Black was still deep inside me, giving me endless amounts of pleasure while the boylock around my weenie and nuttsies kept my boybits completely soft. The tickling and pinching went on for a while, and all the movement made me hot and sweaty inside my tight new jammies. When Daddy was done having fun with my body, he laid back, pulling me up onto his big chest, letting me rest my little sweaty head and chubby little belly on his broad muscled chest. He tightly wrapped one of his big strong arms around my torso while the other found my little crack and slowly but rhythmically pushed against Mr. Black. I started to hump Daddy's big chest in time with Mr. Black thrusts while moaning "Mph mph mph". It felt so good to try to rub my boylock against his enormous muscled chest.

"That's it, little guy, feel Mr. Black inside of you. Accept him inside that tight little body of yours. You can't escape him, don't try to hide how much you love the feeling of being fully stuffed with Mr. Black's thick black rubber sausage. You can't get away, buddy, so you need to focus on being a good little boy."

At that Daddy picked me up and carefully placed me on one side of the bed. He then told me to put both of my hands above my head towards the bed frame. Out of nowhere he produced another cord that was tied to the bed frame, which he hooked on to the connecting piece between my wrists. I couldn't move my hands!! What was Daddy doing? Why was he tying me up? He then moved down to my ankles, where he used another small snap in my thick jammies to snap my ankles together. I now couldn't separate my legs either!

He then positioned me on my back, with my hands stretched above my head. He then sat, his big frame straddling my chubby little legs, peering down at my tied up little body. He ran his hands all over me, sighing and looking up into my eyes. "You've been a good boy Mikey. You've been a real good boy. I'm sorry if I was little rough with you in the shower today, but good little boys always need to learn how to please big men like me. And sometimes learning how to do that is hard. It's very important that you give me your body when I ask for it, whenever or in whatever way. I don't ask much Mikey, only for you to make me feel good, that's all. And in turn, I will make you feel good. Remember how good you felt when that big tentacle was up your little bottom? Or how I made you have your little boy cummy with my fingers in the shower? I can make you feel good, Mikey, as long as you do exactly what I say and when I say it." As he was saying this he was running his big hands over my little chest, pinching and pulling at my nipples through my tight pajama suit.

I sleepily moaned and nodded my head. "Good. I always knew you were a good little horny boy." After that he got off my legs, and stood up beside the bed. While looking into my eyes, he reached for my crotch and started groping my little mound where my boylock rested, while also running his finger along my crack and pushing against my hole, gingerly pushing against my plug. I whimpered into my silencer.

"This, all this" he said as he caressed body, "is now mine. You don't decide how I play with you, only I do. You need to work hard to be a good little boy. Mr. Black's big rubber sausage and I will help you become one, but you need to obey everything that we tell you. OK?"

I shook my head quickly and groaned ok into my silencer. "Good."

Daddy then pulled out an ipad from his night stand . He said "you see this, Mikey? This lets me tell Mr. Black and your new uniform how I want them to train you. When I turn it on, Mr. Black will start your training. See?"

At that, Daddy typed into the glowing screen and immediately Mr. Black and my little cock cage vibrated strongly. And I thought Mr. Black was already training me! The new sensations made me wriggle and whine, but I was so tied up I couldn't move much. The rumbling lasted about 5 seconds and then stopped. Then I could feel Mr. Black's weenie start to vibrate at different parts of my butt, starting with a strong burst at the base of Mr. Black's weenie, then burst by burst the vibrations slowly moved deeper inside of me until the tip of Mr. Black's big sausage vibrated deep in my tummy. The vibrations slowly moved back to the base till, vibrating strongly at every inch that was in my bottom. Then Mr. Black's entire sausage vibrated strongly 5 separate times. I whimpered into my ball.

"That is just Mr. Black saying hello. He wants to get to know your little boyhole, Mikey. Why don't you say hello to big Mr. Black?"

"mgggghhhhhhhhhhhhh" was all I could mumble.

"Good boy, Mikey. Mr. Black wants to show you some of the cool things he can do."

Daddy then typed some things into his ipad. I immediately felt Mr. Black start to move, slowly twisting and vibrating inside of me. I couldn't believe it! It felt so good! I tried to move, but of course I was tied up and therefore just had to take it. Daddy then showed me his ipad. There was a glowing bar with the numbers 1-10 on it, with the number two glowing bright. He then looked at me with a mischievous smirk and pushed the number 6.

"NGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG" I shrieked, thrashing my body left and right and arching my back. Mr. Black was twisting and turning and vibrating all at the same time along with my boylock! I felt unimaginable amounts of pleasure rake through my body as I closed my eyes and curled my toes. I felt as if I was going to have another cummy, like soooooo close but then it all stopped. Daddy peered down at me with a look of concern.

"Are you alright?"

I quickly shook my head up and down, trying to smile at my daddy. He then brought the bright bar down to number two.

The professor laughed. "Good boy! I'm glad you liked that. Mr. Black can make you feel good, but only if you are a good boy. Now remember what happened when you touched your boylock when you weren't supposed to?" I mumbled and slowly moved my head up and down. "Your boylock punished you. Well Mr. Black can do the same, if he or I decide that you are being a bad boy. Now I want to show you what it is like to be punished by Mr. Black, just so that what it feels like, so you never disobey either of us. Ok?"

My eyes got big as I remembered how much the shock around my nuttsies had hurt. I didn't want daddy to show me again, but I didn't have a choice. I simply grunted.

"Okay, little guy. Here it goes."

ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ ZZZZZZZZZZZZ ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ

All of the devices that daddy had put on me gave me three sharp shocks, making me writhe in pain and scream into my ball gag while my eyes welled up with tears. It just lasted a couple seconds, but it was so powerful that it shocked me. It was like an electric current zapped me from the inside, punching me in the chest and punishing my boyhole, my nipples and my neck all at once. I lied there quietly sobbing into my ball gag and tied securely to the bed.

The professor brought one of his hands to my tear soaked reddened face. "Sorry bud, but you need to understand what happens when you are a bad little boy. Bad little boys get punished. Every day you must work towards becoming a good little boy. If I think that you aren't working as hard as you can to be a good little boy, you will be punished. And the next time, it will be much worse. Do you understand, Mikey?"

I nodded vigorously, trying to show daddy that I was serious about being a good little boy.

"Good. Mr. Black will now give you something to help with the pain."

Daddy typed something into his ipad and I felt Mr. Black squirt warm liquid into my butt. I immediately felt more relaxed, quickly getting sleepy. Mr. Black then started vibrating, but this time it was soothing. I wiggled my body with the repetitive buzzing from my bottom.

"Mr. Black's thick rubber sausage will be training your silly little bottom all night."

At that he got one last item from his bed side stand. It was pair red eye covers, which he put over my eyes and secured behind my head. After securely covering my eyes, he unraveled the thick hood that was under my neck. From the hood he pulled out two ear buds, placing one in each ear. He then put the hood on, which tightly fit across my head, keeping both my ball gag and eye covers in place. I now was completely blind, deaf, had my mouth stuffed with a ball and my tight little chute stuffed with a thick vibrating rubber intruder, unable to get a stiffie, and both my hands and feet were tied. While I was exhausted, I felt warm and satisfied. I had never had a father that loved me like this and it felt good to have so much attention paid to my body.

Soon I heard a soothing, repetitive rhythm come from my earbuds. It had a voice that said my name, and then repeated all the things that a good boy should do. It would say stuff like "Mikey is a good boy. He likes to suck on big weenies. Mikey is a good boy, he never touches his boylock. Mikey is a good boy, he likes to stick big things up his butt." It went on and on, in a soothing voice that told me all of things that a good boy should do. After it listed all many things that a good boy should do, it would then repeat itself all over again in the same soothing voice.

I soon felt him get back on the bed with me. He turned me on my side and spooned me from behind, running his hand under me so he could stick it between my legs and cradle my crotch. The other he wrapped around me from the top so that I was being held tightly to his body. He then pulled up his heavy down blanket over the both of us. I couldn't move much, but I guess I didn't really want to. I was content and felt great with the plug vibrating in my bottom. Over the weird music I could hear him whisper "I love you, little guy" Into my ear before falling fast asleep.