Damien was sitting in his car as he watched the male enter his house, knowing he locked the door behind him since neither of his parents were there. And the best part was that they wouldn't be there, not until next week. "Hey there Kenny, how would you like a ride on my cock?" he asked out loud, licking his lips and pulling into the driveway. He went up to the door, knocking and ringing the doorbell. He looked calm as he waited, hearing the deadbolt slide and then the door opened. Damien gave him a confidant, relaxed smile and introduced himself "hey, I don't know if you know me but I'm in your chemistry class, and you're my new fuck toy. Get in the car now or I'll slice your balls off" he threatened, pulling a knife out of his pocket and jamming his foot in the door.
It was easy getting him into the car without making a scene and he promptly took the cell phone from him, disabling it and locking it in the glovebox. "Wouldn't want you calling someone now would we?" he asked him, driving the speed limit back to his own house that he now lived alone in. He lived in a much more secluded place than Ken Foster, grabbing him by his arm and pushing him into the house. A videotape was already running in the living room, pushing the boy into the line of vision. He had pulled a black ski mask over his face and wrapped lines of rope around his wrists, tying them together quickly and then to a pole that stuck out from the ground behind the couch, something he had manufactured himself.
Now that the boy was immobile Damien circled around him, forcing a gag into his mouth and pulling the pants off of the poor boy that was to be his new toy. He spread his legs with ropes as well, taking pictures of his ass hole and of his face in clear view in that position. Damien got to his knees and began licking his tight little pucker, pleased in the fact that he was defiling this male for the first time and he had it all on tape. He slapped his ass hard kneaded it in his hands while he ate him out, getting up and finding a nice leather whip, swinging it and leaving long red welts, though they didn't last too long, making sure not to truly injure him, just bruise his pride. "So how are you enjoying yourself Kenny?" he asked, licking along his ear.
It was easy getting him into the car without making a scene and he promptly took the cell phone from him, disabling it and locking it in the glovebox. "Wouldn't want you calling someone now would we?" he asked him, driving the speed limit back to his own house that he now lived alone in. He lived in a much more secluded place than Ken Foster, grabbing him by his arm and pushing him into the house. A videotape was already running in the living room, pushing the boy into the line of vision. He had pulled a black ski mask over his face and wrapped lines of rope around his wrists, tying them together quickly and then to a pole that stuck out from the ground behind the couch, something he had manufactured himself.
Now that the boy was immobile Damien circled around him, forcing a gag into his mouth and pulling the pants off of the poor boy that was to be his new toy. He spread his legs with ropes as well, taking pictures of his ass hole and of his face in clear view in that position. Damien got to his knees and began licking his tight little pucker, pleased in the fact that he was defiling this male for the first time and he had it all on tape. He slapped his ass hard kneaded it in his hands while he ate him out, getting up and finding a nice leather whip, swinging it and leaving long red welts, though they didn't last too long, making sure not to truly injure him, just bruise his pride. "So how are you enjoying yourself Kenny?" he asked, licking along his ear.