Hunter’s s*xy snippets

Sam felt the truck jolt on the uneven terrain. His hands were cuffed and a chain was attached from the floor to his cuffs. The other boys next to him and in front were all scared, they looked to be somewhere between eight and twelve. Sam thought back to this morning when the two well-dressed women came and spoke to his mother. They told her they would take Sam off her hands. His mother made three hundred dollars off of selling sam to these strange women. three hundred. Sam's chest hurt when he thought about the price. Three hundred dollars was all Sam was worth to his mom. He felt tears well up as he remembered his mothers apathetic look as the women cuffed Sam and took him away. Sam wondered what would actually happen to him.

His thoughts were interrupted as the truck came to a stop. Someone outside unlocked the doors and opened them. Three women as well as the two who drove the truck stared back at them, one of the women smirked with an evil look. Another smiled warmly at the boys in the truck. They were all dressed in sterile nurse clothing. A slightly muscled woman climbed into the truck and uncuffed the boys from the floor. Their hands were still cuffed but they could now stand up and leave the truck. They were led through a side door of a large building with little to no windows. They came to a stop in an empty room and the smirking woman told the boys, with a sharpness to her voice, to undress. The boys looked at each other with confusion. The muscled woman shouted the order and the boys quickly did as they were told. When the boys were all in their underwear the women looked at them expectantly. The woman with the kind smile told them in a soft voice "underwear too, darlings". They all looked at the muscled woman with fear and stripped. They were all naked now, covering themselves and shifting uncomfortably. The women led the boys to another room with some benches and a woman, dressed in a sleek two button suit and a short pencil skirt. She stood in front of the benches and the boys were all seated. "Hello, my name is Cassandra, ''she said, paying no attention to the fact that the boys were all naked. "Welcome to our facility. This is a place where you will live for a bit before... Well we'll get to that. In this facility you will all be trained and conditioned to our customers liking. We will violate your bodies and break you down." she smiled as the boys looked at each other with surprise and confusion. "We will get to nitty gritty later but first let me show you to your room." The women led the boys down corridors and up a staircase to a large room with ten bunk beds. "This is your room. You will all be sleeping here most nights. Opposite to this room is a canteen where you will be fed. Now to help you all understand what we will be doing to you, you will all be given an introductory lesson. When your name is called you will exit the room and follow the nurse who called you." With that, two women exited the room and soon a nurse came and called a name. It wasn't Sam's. One by one they were all taken out with their respective nurse and Sam's name was soon called. It was the kind-faced woman who smiled at him as she took his hand and led him to her room.

The room looked strange. It was larger than your average doctor's office and had many odd things that Sam didn't understand. There was a large round bed in the middle. The woman told Sam to get on the bed and he noticed her shirt had a nametag, Jasmine. She looked to be about thirty Sam thought. She typed some things on her computer and Sam looked around. On a drawer was a group of long rubber things, Sam was only ten but he knew what they were: dildos. On the wall above the dildos hung a plethora of different whips and floggers. He felt a knot in his throat as he wondered what they were used for. Jasmine soon turned and rose from her chair. She walked to the drawer and pulled out the top one. She picked up a bunch of straps and a long metal bar. She turned to Sam. "Spread your legs and put your hands in front of you darling." She spoke kindly but Sam felt a sadistic intent behind her voice. Sam did as he was told. She bent over and attached the straps to his ankle and placed the metal bar between the straps and attached the bar so that Sam could no longer close his legs. She cuffed his wrists, pushed him onto the bed and turned him so he was on his hands and knees. She pulled his cuffed wrists to the metal bar and attached them to it. Sam was now on the bed, With his face on the sheets and his small butt in the air. "Stay just like that darling. Don't move an inch." She went back to the drawer and picked up a large purple dildo and took some more straps from the drawer. She undressed her pants and wrapped the straps around her pelvis and attached the dildo to the front. She looked like she had an erect purple dick now. She put a condom on the dildo and put on black vinyl gloves. She then took off her shirt, She was wearing a tight latex bodysuit and she smiled at Sam's surprised face. She crawled on the bed and took a plastic bottle of a clear, slimy liquid. she undid the cap and Sam yelped in surprise as he felt the cold slimy lube run down his buttcrack. He felt Jasmin's fingers rub the lube into his butthole. After a few seconds of rubbing, she pushed a finger in. Sam squirmed and suddenly felt a stinging slap to his butt. "I said don't move. If you move again I'll have to get the whip." Sam felt the fear and confusion of the whole situation overwhelm him and started sobbing. Jasmine didn't care and pushed her finger in and out. Deep into him. Her long finger pushed down on a spot that made Sam feel a strange pulse over his body. She was now working up to two fingers and after a few seconds, took them out. She got onto her knees and was now resting her large purple dildo on the entrance of his butthole. "I'm going to fuck you with this strapon now honey. It's going to hurt a lot but if you move I'll just make it hurt more, ok?" "Wha- '' Sam was interrupted by a sharp pain as she grabbed his hips and started to push into him. The lube allowed the dildo to enter him without much resistance but the pain was unbearable. He screamed and squirmed. She was about halfway into his ten-year-old butthole now. She spanked him hard a few times. "Didn't I tell you to not move?" She shouted. She grabbed a handful of his hair and pulled hard as she pushed the rest of it in. Sam screamed and cried as she violated him with no regard. She pushed hard and with every thrust his back bent as the force from her pelvis pushed him forward and her grip on his hair pulled him back. Sam was now screaming and sobbing for her to stop. "keep moving and I'll keep this going for hours, cunt!" She bottomed out on his tight hole over and over again for almost an hour and every thrust was enough to knock the wind out of him. By the end Sam was hoarse and breathing unsteadily. She pulled out and Sam whimpered. "You sure moved plenty, honey." She said in her usual soft and kind voice. "I think this calls for a punishment..."

Jasmine walked back to the drawer and picked up yet another strap with a large red ball in the middle. "Open your mouth honey." She placed the red ball in Sam's mouth and tightened the strap behind his head. The red ball was small enough to fit but large enough to hurt Sam's jaw. She picked up a flogger. "Fifty strokes should do, don't you think?" Sam tried to moan in protest with the little energy he had left but was interrupted by an unbelievable pain to his thighs and butt. "One." *Smack* "Two." *Smack* "Three." And so on. Sam felt like the skin was getting ripped from his butt, and he cried with every stroke. Sam felt himself loose feeling in his butt as his mind started to wander. "No! Stay with me Sam! Feel the pain!" Sam's thoughts were pulled back to the searing pain. By the fiftieth stroke, Sam was no longer crying but was instead moaning and whining incomprehensibly. This was Sam's new life.

———x———

Sam was on all fours as the nurse quietly stroked his penis while rubbing the tip. He focused on not cumming. He had been in this position for almost three hours and was starting to lose control of his penis. He was about to cum. The quiet nurse spoke suddenly. "You may cum now Sam." Sam immediately came on the sheets of the round bed. "Good boy. Good boy." She whispered in his ear. She kept stroking him and Sam kept cumming. His penis felt like it was on fire and the orgasms weren't shooting anything anymore. She rubbed the tip with her left hand and stroked his penis with her right. "Five more orgasms." Sam felt the primal urge to pull away and resisted with every fiber of his being. "I bet this must be excruciating, Sam." Said the nurse in a cold and indifferent tone. "Four more." Sam's body was trembling but he stood still. "Good boy. If you move I'll beat the shit out of you." Sam had her before and knew she meant it. He was terrified. The nurses seem to get more and more sadistic with each week. Sam's genitals twitched as the final orgasm almost sent him reeling. But he stood still. "Good boy. We're done now." Sam slumped onto the bed panting. The nurse walked to her desk and pulled her gloves off. "You did well sam. two hours and 40 minutes. You may return to your room." Sam limped slowly and naked to the room with his bed. He entered and fell onto his sheets. It was late and most of the other boys that weren't being punished were already asleep. The sound of quiet sobbing was all over the room. Many of the boys were new and still unbroken. Sam fell asleep.

He awoke to the sound of the morning bell waking all the boys. They all got out of bed and walked into the canteen. The new boys were still trying to cover themselves but Sam and the others didn't bother anymore. The breakfast was the usual stale scrambled eggs. Sam thought back to his mom serving him breakfast, smiling at him. After finishing his breakfast he got up and took his plate and glass to the dish tray. He Walked to Jasmine's office. He had an early morning appointment. He knocked on the door and Jasmine opened the door. "Hello there Sam." She beamed at him. He looked down. "Hello miss Jasmine." Sam said over his breath. "How are you today?" She asked. "I'm okay." He muttered. They both entered the room and Sam sat on the edge of the bed. "Today I will be testing your control again. We'll start with some milking and then move on to some fun toys." She smiled warmly. Sam had realized not long ago that while all the nurses were, what can only be described as evil. The ones that showed kindness were the worst. Jasmine typed on her computer and soon turned to sam. "Get on your back and spread your legs, sweetie." Sam did as he was told. She undressed and put on a pair of gloves. "I'm gonna milk you now. You can cum whenever you want but you NEED to stay still, understood?" "Yes miss Jasmine." Sam said quietly. She poured some lube on his little penis and started stroking. He quickly became hard and started breathing heavily. Jasmine took her other hand and started rubbing his hole. She pushed two fingers in immediately. This was something she often did to make him flinch so she could punish him. He didn't fall for it this time. She rubbed his prostate hard and with great precision. Sam felt the orgasm well up inside him. As he came, he resisted the urge to shake. He succeeded in not moving and she praised him. "Good boy. You're showing great restraint, Sam." She continued rubbing his two most sensitive spots and Sam soon felt the urge to cum again. He came three times and didn't move once. Only on the final one did he almost flinch from Jasmine pushing extra hard on his prostate. "Good boy." Jasmine said as she got up. Sam stayed in the position. He already made the mistake of thinking he could get up as Jasmine did, once. She ended up whipping him with a riding crop until his thighs were black and blue with bruises. Jasmine walked to her desk and picked up a phone. She waited a few seconds and soon started speaking to someone. "Would you mind helping me with Sam today, Miriam?" Sam hated when they got together during a lesson. It was never fair. Jasmine put the phone down and Miriam soon entered the room. "What's his lesson today, Jasmine?" Miriam asked. "Control test as usual." "Okay. Which end do you want?" "I can do with either." Jasmine and Miriam walked over to the drawer and both picked out a dildo. "I'll take his mouth." Said Miriam. She strapped a thick black dildo with a small tube going from the base to a large syringe with a thick, milky liquid. Fake cum. "I'll take his cute little butt then." Giggled Jasmine. They both climbed onto the bed and placed their dicks against his butthole and lips. "We're gonna fuck you from both ends now, Sam." Jasmine said in her usual kind tone. "If you flinch, I'll strap you to the fuck machine and leave you there all day. Okay?" Sam Hated the fuck machine. Unlike the women, the fuck machine never tiered. It could pound his little butt with unrelenting speed and force for as long as it was plugged in. Jasmine pushed Sam's legs onto his chest and began to enter him. At the same time, Miriam grabbed Sam's face and opened his mouth. She tilted his head back and started pushing into his mouth and down his throat. Sam's eyes went wide and started to water as he could no longer breath. They both started to violate both ends of him. After about half an hour Miriam's dick suddenly started to fill Sam's throat with the fake cum. The sudden sensation of it made Sam feel like he was drowning and he instinctively raised his hands to try to push Miriam from himself. He realized too late what he had done. As his hands came up, Jasmine grabbed his throat as Miriam took his hands and pulled back to go even deeper. "You fucked up Sam. You really fucked up!" Miriam shouted. "This is going to be VERY painful." Sam felt his head go blank as he was about to pass out when Miriam suddenly pulled her cock out and Jasmine let go of his throat. He laid there coughing and wheezing while Jasmine and Miriam stood up. Sam felt panic as he realized he was going to be punished by both Jasmine AND Miriam at the same time. They went across the room and started speaking to each other. Sam couldn't hear them through the ringing in his ears. Miriam left the room and Jasmine threw a towel at Sam. "Clean yourself up. We have a special punishment for you today." After a while Miriam came back with an A4 size paper with something printed on the other side. Jasmine grabbed Sam by his hair and shoved him to the floor. Miriam crouched down in front of him with her back turned to him. She was attaching the paper to the wall with tape. Jasmine came back pulling the fuck machine behind her with straps in her hands. She quietly strapped him down on all fours with his butt facing the fuck machine. The machine was in the extended position and Jasmine pushed it closer to Sam and inserted the dick into him. Sam's eyes went wide as Miriam stood up and he could see what was on the paper. A recent picture of Sam's mother staring back at him. He felt the wind knocked out of him. This was the first time he had seen her face since they took him away. Jasmine turned the machine on and set it to half speed so that it pushed the dick into his little hole every half second. Without a word, Jasmine and Miriam left the room. Sam's vision began to blur as tears started to run down his cheeks. He suddenly felt the weight of the abandonment overwhelm him as the machine ruthlessly fucked him infront of his mother's face.

Sam was staring blankly at his mom when Jasmine entered the room a few hours later. "Hello there, precious! Are you enjoying your mommy's face?" Sam didn't answer. The floor under Sam was covered in pools of cum. Jasmine turned the machine off. "You know Sam, I bet your mommy would love to see the things we do to you in person. Should we bring her in? Let her have a go at your cute little body?" All Sam could see was his mommy's face and all he could hear was the word "Mommy". Jasmine undid the straps and lifted Sam and placed him on the bed. "Do you miss her Sam? Do you miss your mommy? I bet she already forgot about you. I bet she already spent the three hundred dollars." Jasmine spoke in her soft, kind voice. She enjoyed breaking Sam. She loved it when she could use a boy's mommy against them. She thought back to her own kid. The one she willingly brought to the facility and broke herself. She remembered him screaming and begging her to stop. How he pleaded with his mommy to stop hurting him. He was so confused as to why his own mom would do that to him. She thought back to the auction. He stared at her from the stage. His eyes were begging her to take him back. A group of three middle aged women bought him. She had seen them many times before. They bought boys every other month. She imagined that the boys probably didn't last long and they had to get new ones after they disposed of the old one. She thought about asking them to send pictures and videos of what they would do to him. But she knew it would be too unprofessional and Cassandra would be cross with her. Sam laid in a fetal position and cried quietly. She stroked his hair. "You'll probably never see freedom again, Sam." She cooed to him. "I wonder if the women who end up buying you will kill you or keep you alive. I bet the things they will do to you are going to make your time here at the facility seem like heaven." She stroked Sam's little body. He looked so fragile like this. She thought about the things she wanted to do to him. How she wanted to throw him into a room with insatiably horny women. How she wanted to look on as they tore him apart with their fists in his little butt. She savored the moment. "You should get back to the canteen Sam. I think it's dinner time." Sam slowly stood up and limped back to his quarters. He wasn't hungry and just wanted to sleep.

In the morning Sam was still blank and expressionless as he ate a tiny portion of the breakfast. "Sam! Endurance test! Come on!" He got up and followed the nurse to her office. He didn't recognize her but he didn't really care much about who she was. It was all the same to him by now. He got on all fours as the nurse got ready undressing to the same latex bodysuit as always. He thought back to his first day and remembered his shock when he saw Jasmine like that for the first time. She started working the lube into his hole and over his penis. Her dexterous hands expertly stroked him and rubbed his spot inside him. He was still sore from the night before. The dildo had pounded his hole so hard that his butt gaped even as he was in bed. He felt nothing as the intrusive pleasure tried to excite him, to make him orgasm. She worked him for an hour and quietly got up and walked to her drawer. She picked up a massage wand and walked back to sam. He wondered if the wand would make him cum like it always did. She turned it on and held it to the tip of little penis. She now held the tip of his penis and the tip of the vibrator in one hand as her fingers continued to to rub his little spot. Sam felt nothing. He wondered if he would feel anything if she punished him. After two hours of this, an amount of time that, before would be impossible for him to last for, she told him to cum. He immediately came a small load on command but the pleasure didn't make him feel anything. She got up and put the vibrator away. She walked back to the bed and grabbed Sam by the hair and pulled him to her chair. She sat down and pulled the thong aside. "Make me cum within five minutes or I'll bring you to the town square and let the whole town have a go at you." He lazily began sliding his tongue between her pussylips as his mind wandered. After 3 minutes she spoke again. "you're not even close to making me cum, Sam. I suggest you start trying harder. If you can't make your buyer cum, you're useless." Sam knew what they did to boys that didn't show adequate progress. They were given to any low paying snuff brothel that needed an expendable kid to play with for a night and then dispose of. He started licking her spot harder as she grabbed his hair and pushed his small face against her adult pussy. She moaned and quickly orgasmed. "Good boy. I see your training has paid off well. Do you want a reward Sam?" "Yes ma'am." He spoke with no emotion in his voice. She led him back to the bed and laid him down on his back. She got on her knees between his legs and started sucking on his little ten-year-old penis. "You may cum whenever you want." She said between her sucking. Sam conjured the little pleasure he had left in him and came in her mouth. "Mmmm. Good boy. You may go now." He got up and left to go to his quarters. "I wonder what kind of woman is going to buy you." She said as he left her office. Sam wondered as well.

———x———

Four months had passed since Sam was taken to the facility and his training was nearing completion. He was in the room with the benches like his first day and all the boys he arrived with were there too. "Hello again boys!" Cassandra spoke with a chipper voice. "I hope you have all been enjoying your stay here." The boys stared blankly. "You have all been trained for about four months and I will now call out the boys who will move on to auction, and the boys who won't." She started calling out names and Sam flinched when he heard his name. Eight of the ten boys were called and the other two were taken away. "Don't worry about them." She said to the remaining boys. "They will be given to the Darker Pleasures Brothel. I know the owner. Me and her go way back." The Darker Pleasures Brothel was a brothel that catered to the darkest fantasies of their customers. The boys were sure to meet an unbelievably painful end there. "Now, you eight will be taken to the auction house tomorrow and sold. You have the rest of the day off. You may return to your quarters." On the way back Sam was called to Jasmine's office. He entered her office and Jasmine sat at her desk. "Hi honey! Are you ready to be sold?" Sam was confused as to what she wanted with him now that his training was finished. "Don't worry, you're not here for a lesson. I just wanted to say goodbye to you." There was a long pause. "Goodbye miss Jasmine." Sam spoke quietly looking at the floor. Jasmine sighed. "You know... You were my absolute favorite, Sam. I remember your little cries and sobs as I violated you on your first day." Sam thought back to the primal fear he felt that day as he witnessed, for the first time, true evil. "Your mom has been... quite successful since she sold you. I hear she has amassed a fortune in just four months." Sam was confused why Jasmine was telling him this. "Anyways I hope whoever buys you will enjoy your little body as much as I did. I was actually think of buying you myself but, well, I couldn't afford you." She said with a half smile. She approached Sam. She wasn't wearing her usual nurses uniform but had instead dressed down to her latex suit already. She started running her hands over his body. Sam stood still and wondered if this was some secret, final test. She lifted his head up and kissed him. Her tongue curled and slid over his as she grabbed his little butt and squeezed. "I would have loved to have you to myself. Lock in my basement and abuse you for as long as you could last." She whispered to him. She gave his butt a light slap and returned to her desk. "Goodbye Sam. You may leave." Sam left and returned to his quarters. His thoughts raced in his mind as he wondered what was going to happen to him. "It couldn't possibly be worse than this place. Right?" He thought.

The next morning he and all the other boys were eating an early breakfast. When they were all finished they were taken down to a large garage and placed inside a truck. Just like the one they came in. They were all cuffed and hooked to the floor. After driving for a few hours the truck stopped and they were all taken into a little room. The room looked like a locker room with a row of seats facing mirrors along the wall. About six makeup artists entered the room. They didn't seem like nurses from the facility but they didn't seem to react to the boys being naked either. They started working on the boys, applying light makeup to hide the bags under their eyes. After that they all applied a white sticker with a number on all the boys, right over the right side of their chest. Sam got the number 2. After that they were led behind a large stage. The muscular woman spoke. "You will all enter the stage and line up. You will do exactly as you are told. You will answer to your assigned number and will not move unless told to. Understood?" "Yes ma'am" The boys all said quietly. As they entered the stage and started lining up at the front of the stage they all looked at the crowd and the room they were in. It was a large warehouse full of tables and chairs. In these chairs sat women with beautiful dresses and expensive looking jewelry. Suddenly a loud announcer spoke. She sounded like a twenties woman with a happy tone. "Welcome ladies! I hope you are all enjoying your food. Today we have eight boys from the western training facility. From the right you see..." She cleared her throat. "Number one is Michael. He's eight years old. Number one, turn." Micahael turned around. "He has a cute but surprisingly large butt. Turn back, number one. His little dick is six centimeters long and he has short curly hair. Number two is..." She started describing Sam's body as if she was talking about some expensive relic and not an actual person. She told him to turn around and then turn back to face the crowd. After she had finished describing all the boys, she said: "The bidding starts now." There was a low chatter as the women spoke amongst themselves. They all had tablets and the announcer wasn't speaking anymore. Sam thought they might be binding on the tablets. After a while the announcer spoke again. "Number one, sold to miss Williamson, congrats! Number two, sold to Miss auburn." Sam was shocked. His last name was auburn. It couldn't be his mom, right? He could barely see the woman with the stage lights shining in his eyes. After all the boys had been sold they were led off the stage. Sam was confused and shocked. He tried to temper himself. Hope would only end up leaving him more hurt. They were all given back leather collars and a tight, high waist latex thong. A leash was attached to their chokers and they were all led to an opening beside the stage and placed in a line. A woman in her early twenties took Michaels leash and took him away. Sam was next. After a few seconds he saw her. His mother was wearing a tight, red cocktail dress´with her hair in a styled bun and dark red lipstick. She was real.

She stared coldly at Sam as he quietly stared back at her with shock. She tugged the leash and Sam followed her. His mind was reeling but couldn't form any words. She led him outside the warehouse. The cold, early spring wind hit Sam and she shivered. The outside was crowded with people and a young couple passed him without even glancing at him and his lewd clothes. She led him to an expensive car and entered with him in tow. The inside of the car was warm and she sat down and pulled Sam towards her. She patted on the seat next to her as she told the driver to take them home. Sitting there, Sam finally found the words. "Mom?" She didn't answer but instead placed her arm around him. She pulled him closer and Sam started crying. "They hurt me so much." He cried. "Why did you sell me?" She glanced at him with raised eyebrows. "Slaves don't speak unless spoken to." Sam went pale. "Are you not gonna save me, Mommy?" She didn't respond. She stroked his back. Her hands went lower down his back. Lower the small on his back. Sam felt her push her fingers under his thong. Her hands slid down to his butt cheek. She squeezed him. This continued for thirty minutes. Sam was speechless. When he saw his mom he thought that she was there to save him. He thought the nightmare was over. He felt the car stop. She opened the door and tugged his leash. Sam was still in shock. He didn't move. "Get out of the truck, Sam." Her voice saying his name felt different than back before she sold him. She tugged hard which snapped Sam out of his daze. He got up from his seat and left the car. This was not the parking lot for their apartment. It was a driveway for a large house with a contemporary design. The inside was still being furnished and he didn't see much before they got to a heavy door. His mom opened the door and led him down a long staircase. They came to a stop in a room. The room was full of different bondage type devices. Chains, Straps, a wooden X with cuffs at the end of each arm. A child sized cage and a couch. In the corner was an empty spot with only a large chain attached to the wall. She walked him to the couch and sat down.she pulled sam's leash so that he was standing in front of her. "Kneel." Sam kneeled. She pulled him closer so his head was between his legs. She widened her legs and pulled her dress up to her waist. She was wearing a black lingerie panties. She pulled them to the side. Her pussy was cleanly shaven. "Make me cum, Sam." Sam's heart sank. She tugged at his leash hard and he slowly started to lick her slit. She grabbed his hair so hard it made him wince. She pushed his face into her crotch. "Lick me Sam!" She shouted. Sam licked her faster. "Mmm. They taught you well, Sam." He licked her until she started to breathe heavily. She gasped and tightened her grip. "Good boy." She pushed Sam back. She walked Sam to the center of the room and grabbed a long chain attached to the ceiling and attached it to his leash. "crouch and spread your legs with your hands behind your head." Sam slowly crouched down with his legs spread as wide as he could. It was a hard balance. He raised his hands and put them behind his head. All the while he looked into his mother's eyes. She had no love in them. There were only sadistic cold eyes staring back at him. "I'm going to go eat dinner. Stay in this pose until I come back. If you move, you won't be eating dinner." She turned and left the room. Sam was losing balance. He looked around the room and wondered how his mother would know if he moved. His eyes stopped at a small camera in the top corner of the room. He thought about his mother, her pussy, her wetness, how she tasted. His little penis started getting hard. Tears ran down as he realized his mother was going to do the same things to him that the nurses did.

Sam had lost balance plenty of times by the time his mom came back. She was wearing a leather corset with high waisted lingerie panties. Her Breasts were bare. "I saw that you fell many times, Sam. I'm going to punish you for this." "I'm sorry, mom." Sam sniffled. She crouched down to his level and grabbed his chin to redirect his gaze into hers. "You are not my son anymore, Sam." She got back up. "But you can continue to call me mom if you'd like." She walked over to a chain that hung from the ceiling. She pulled it and the chain connected to Sam's collar suddenly pulled Sam to a standing position. She took out a tripod and placed a camera in it. She pressed a few buttons on it. She walked over to a counter behind the camera and put on a masquerade mask. It was covering the upper part of her face. I looked like a black mask made from the same material that her panties were made of. She grabbed a ball gag. Approaching Sam, She brought the ballgag to his face. "Open." Sam stared at her with pleading eyes. "Open!" She shouted in his face. He opened his mouth and she pushed in the red rubber ball and tightened the straps. She went back to the counter. After some time came back with long latex gloves. She smirked as she walked back to him and behind him. She was holding a bottle of body oil. She placed it on the floor and began to pull his latex thong down. She opened the bottle and started rubbing the oil onto his body. She slowly rubbed her hands all over his little body. Sam's body was shining and reflective. His young curves looked accentuated from the glistening oil. His young, smooth hips looked wide and almost feminine, Drool was running from his mouth onto the floor. She Cuffed his wrists and whispered in his ear. "I'm gonna rape you now, Sam. I'm going to rape your little body and I won't stop until I see you shoot your load onto the floor for your mommy. You can scream and cry as much as you'd like, noone can hear you." She grabbed his hair with her left hand and slid her right hand between his cheeks. Her fingers found his hole. "Did they fuck you in this little hole, Sam? I'm gonna fuck it so much harder than they ever did." She pushed a finger in and started pushing on his spot. Sam moaned through his gag. She pushed another finger in. Then she pushed a third finger into him. Her three fingers spread his hole wider and wider. She was going to fast for Sam to adjust and he moaned in pain this time. After some time she stuck her pinkie finger in. Her whole hand except for her thumb was now inside him. She started pushing into him. Sam squealed in pain. Soon the thumb entered him and her fist sank into him and his hole closed around her wrist. She pulled his hair hard and kissed him on the cheek. She suddenly started fisting him. Her arm pistoned her entire hand into him. He screamed. The pain was worse than any type of dildo or vibrator the nurses used on him. He felt like she was punching his insides. Her hand pushed his spot hard and he soon felt the buildup of an orgasm. "Are you gonna cum honey? Let's make you come." She shouted while giggling. He felt like his insides were bruising and the buildup reached the peak. He came hard. His little penis shooting ropes of cum all over the floor. Some of it almost made it to the camera. "Good boy!" She shouted over his high pitched screeching. "He's such a good little boy isn't he?" She asked the camera. Sam felt like he was going to pass out from the pain. "Let's make him come some more!" Sam's body started shaking. He soon felt another buildup and when it reached the climax. His broken voice faded out as he lost consciousness.