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I met him online and instantly had a connection with him. He liked my writing, which made me feel nice, and when we started talking about my character's past early one morning, well, it got me hard. I wasn't exactly jerking off with him. Still, the discussion got intense, and I eventually blew a load to his comments about those little angels. God, was it a hard orgasm. Guilty, but primal. I felt good afterward. We chatted as I let him know more chapters were out, and then, due to recent new interests in my life, I let a "Yes Sir" drop in the conversation. That got his attention, and his response to it? Well, that response made me feel hard, seen, and pretty.
It accelerated from there, with discussions of dark things done to little girls and taking care of him afterward. These were fun, intense sessions, but that's all they were: chat and fantasies. Nothing more. But he made me cum more and more to them. He made me crave them, to be there with him, help him. Serve him. Every time the notification dinged, my heart skipped a beat. I rushed to check the message and see if it was from him. It wasn't that he had me wrapped around his little finger; it was that I WANTED to be wrapped around it. Half my age but twice my superior.
One day, months later, he sent me a message. He said he had a suprise, and sent me an address. He knew what city I lived in, and I was shocked to see that the address was a cabin in a nearby state forest. I told my wife I was going camping, an impulse thing. She thought I was taking the dogs, but I took them to the kennels. My heart thundered in my chest as I drove, hoping to see him there. I had loved our online play, but I certainly never expected him to visit. I don't know what I expected, but what happened certainly wasn't it.
He was waiting outside when I pulled up, smiling. I got out and gave him a big hug, a more intense one than I expected. He stroked my face and told me it was nice to see his good little boy. If I had a tail, it would have been wagging. The cabin was large and secluded, and I followed him inside. Once in, he pushed me down, and I happily knelt as I pulled his cock free and gave my first blowjob in about 20 years. His cock was warm, salty, and utterly delicious. I felt so pretty kneeling before him. I thought I had done something wrong, despite his pleasant grunts, when he pulled me back up, stroking his cock.
"Me being here isn't the surprise," he told me. He took my hand, and I followed Sir down the hallway to the bedroom. I had no idea what would be there, but I didn't care. I was beyond elated, ready for anything he would do to me. I was so very wrong as he led me inside and waved his hand towards the bed. "Isn't she beautiful?" he asked me. On the bed was a naked little girl, maybe 10, tied down. She looked at us fearfully, and I looked at him in shock.
"Who... who the hell is she?" I asked, in utter shock. He grabbed my crotch, unzipped my shorts, and pulled my cock free. He stroked it firmly, leading me literally by the dick to the bed, where she started squirming in terror.
"Does it matter?" he asked, and I should have left. I should have called the police. I should have rescued that little girl. Instead, I kissed him deeply and then helped him remove the child from her restraints. Not to save her. But to ruin her. And destroy her we did. I held down her arms while he took away her innocence. I licked up his cum and her blood after, showing him it all on my tongue, then I stole it a second time. We took turns with belts, marking every inch of her body with welts. We bit her tiny tits and stuck 100 needles in her body. We took turns fucking her throat until she couldn't puke anymore, so pale and weak. Her eyes were open, but she wasn't even looking at anything anymore. She thought she had hit her limit, but she was oh so very wrong.
He had me prepare her first, flipping her face down as I shoved my tongue inside her ass. She whimpered, but that was all. She wasn't fighting anymore. He came up behind me, rubbing my ass, fingering it, as I got her ready for him. Without him telling me, I knew what he wanted. When she was ready, I left her on all fours and made her start sucking my cock. When her teeth grazed me, I pulled her head up and punched her, shattering her nose. She thought that was the worst thing yet, until a second later, he started shoving inside her ass. Her eyes bugged out as her tiny, ten-year-old ass was torn open by his cock. I shoved her head down, savoring her gags as she kept screaming. He didn't fuck her ass slowly or gently. He reamed it for all it was worth. I stared at him, watching him, as I shoved the child's head down, harder and harder, punching the back of her head as my cock plugged up her throat. But she needed to be tighter on his cock.
When I wrapped my hands around her throat, he intertwined his fingers in mine and did the same. My cock was buried deep in her, his was pistoning out of her shattered ass, and together, we started squeezing. Squeezing with all of our might. She suddenly struggled even harder than when he had filled her ass and first tore it open. I think then, she realized what was happening. That this was it. This was the oldest she'd ever be. Anything she had ever thought about growing up to be was gone. She would be a snuff toy, her final gift to the world. She tensed so incredibly tight around both of our cocks as we erupted inside her. I drowned her in cum while he filled her bowels with intense heat. We felt her shudder around our still hard cocks, and then, slowly, she went limp between us. We kept choking for a couple minutes more, then her bladder let loose, and she was dead weight.
We looked at each other and then got up. He came to me and kissed me deeply, stroking my softening cock, pushing me down.
"Don't worry about the taste. I'll rinse your mouth out," he said with a smile. I knelt and started cleaning his cock. It was an intense mix of blood, cum, and shit, but all I had to do was look up and see his smile to power through it. True to his word, once his cock was clean, he rinsed it as he held my head and pissed in my mouth, feeling it fill up with his intense heat. It was acrid and bitter, but it was his. Once done, he patted my head and called me a good boy. That was the only thing I cared about. Not the body behind us. And I was. I was his good boy forever more.