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Daichi is currently sitting on a bench in a playground. It's his favorite place to hang out since it's nearby a kindergarten, he can watch as all the little boys scamper around here after school is off. He's always liked boys in their school uniforms, but especially the kindergarten one. Their cute bright blue shirt and shorts that reveal their delectable legs. The yellow hats they wear and the bags they carry around are the cherries on top. He thanks the hell out of whoever designed this uniform everyday.
Daichi knows it looks weird for him to be here with no kids of his own but he's not doing anything too suspicious for anyone to notice. He had his Canadian friend buy him a phone from there so that there wouldn't be any loud shutter when he fills his entire phone gallery with pictures of boys. And Daichi also keeps one hand in his pocket to secretly jerks off while he does so. Most of the time he just lets it out inside his jeans but sometimes he goes to the bathroom and sprays it all over the toilet seat. He hopes there would be at least one boy who didn't notice before sitting down in it. Though thinking about it he's probably just making some poor guy's job harder.
Otherwise he doesn't really lay a hand on any of them, not here at least. It's too risky for that but today... Daichi really wants to try it. He doesn't know where this influx of horniness came from that overrode his common sense but fuck it. He wants a taste of a kindergarten boy.
Luckily for him, he has the perfect target in mind. It's a boy that's always by himself, mostly by the swings or on the bench like Daichi is. He doesn't talk to any other children and none of them talks to him as well. The only thing Daichi ever sees him do is draw, just that. He stays there for a long while until what looks like to be his mother to come pick him up. He's quiet, cute, breedable. All things that Daichi likes in a boy.
Daichi waits for most of the people here to leave the playground. But he can't wait too long so after checking the time every few seconds, he decides that it's time. He walks over to where the boy is and crouches to his eye level.
"Hi there, why are you all alone here? Where's your parents?"
The child looks at him nervously before he utters. "I... I'm not allowed to talk to s-strangers... But um, my mommy will come pick me up later."
Just hearing his voice is enough to make him throb hard in his pants.
"Oh, let me introduce myself then. My name is Daichi, what's yours?"
After he asks, the boy points to the name badge on his shirt. There the character 'Sato' is written on it.
Sato. So that's the name of my new onahole.
"That's a cute name you have there."
The boy nods shyly in response, his small hand grasps onto his hat and tugs it down slightly. Daichi knows he's not helping the boy feel any more comfortable with his tan skin and blond hair, most importantly his large physique, overshadowing his form completely. Though he tries his best to muster up a friendly and aloof demeanor.
"And what's that you're drawing, Sato?"
He immediately pulls the notebook closer to his chest, fidgeting in his seat. "It's nothing, j-just some doodles."
Daichi is turned on by how easily flustered the child is. He's not going to be hard to break.
"Well, would you like to have some colors for your doodles? I have a spare box of crayons I can give to you."
"R-Really? I never get to have any..." That's the first time that Sato fully locks eyes with him.
"Yeah, I have it in my car. We can go get it right now." Boldly, Daichi grabs his hand and pulls him up the bench.
"B-But I can't go anywhere with strangers." Even though there's fear in his voice, there's also something akin to hope and excitement at the prospect. It's easier than he thought to lure him away.
Such a stupid kid. I'm gonna have fun raping his ass.
"Oh don't worry, it'll be just a minute."
He leads Sato away, practically dragging him out of the playground to his car. His cock is already achingly hard, his mind fantasizing on all the ways he'll fuck the boy mercilessly. When they reach his car, he quickly opens the back door and shoves Sato in. Before he could scream Daichi puts his hands over his mouth and reaches for the duct tape in his jacket. He tapes the boy's mouth shut then does the same with his wrists. Sato's cries are muffled as he wiggles around.
"Stop struggling or I'm gonna beat you up." Holding up his fist close to his face, Daichi makes it clear it's not just a threat.
The boy stops his struggling but he's still shaking like a leaf. Regardless Daichi doesn't have much time before his mother comes to pick him up so he quickly puts the seatbelt on him and slams the door shut.
He hurries to the driver seat and gets the fuck out of there, the adrenaline making it hard for him to think so instinctively he just drives back home. He can hear Sato disobeying his order by kicking around the place. Welp, he just has to punish him later.
Besides from that, the journey home is quite uneventful. He parks his car in the garage before pulling the crying boy out. Though he turns quiet as Daichi carries him into his arms. Sato looks at him with pleading eyes, unaware as to how much it arouses him.
"Heh don't worry, you'll get your chance to beg properly later."
He quickly makes his way into the house, then upstairs to his bedroom. He carelessly throws the boy onto the mattress then he peels off his jacket. Sato, with his wrists still taped up, can only watch in fear as he continues to cry. Daichi is on top of him not long after. A smirk forms on his face as he takes a few seconds to admire the new toy he just got.
"Do you know what's gonna happen to you now?" He asks teasingly.
Sato shakes his head frantically, it's clear he's also trying to say something as well but the tape doesn't allow him. It's the usual 'don't hurt me', 'let me go' if he has to guess. Regardless of how many times he has heard those words before, they still never fail in turning him the fuck on. Hence he rips the tape from his mouth. He isn't gentle with it at all which earns the boy a yelp.
"Oww! Ngh- Pwease d-don't hur' me sir!" Then he follows with pathetic sobbing.
Called it. Welp, it's still hot though.
"Unlucky day for you, little guy 'cause that's exactly what's gonna happen."
Daichi slaps him across the face just for the sake of it. To which the kid lets out a loud sob in response. "Wahh! Please don't sir! I'm s-sorry if I made you angry... But I wanna go h-home!"
"Oh you made me angry alright." And horny as fuck. "So why don't you do me a favor and I won't be mad at you anymore?"
"W-What is it..?"
He can see a small spark of hope flashes in the boy's eyes. The hope that he might have a chance to leave unscathed. God, it's gonna feel so good when he crushes it.
"Nothing much, you're gonna be my new onahole. You're taking my cock up your ass and mouth, is that clear?"
"C... Cock? Ass?"
"Oh right, my 'pee-pee' and your 'butt' if you wanna call it that." A chuckle leaves his lips.
He doesn't wait for a response before yanking down both Sato's shorts and underwear, tossing them down the floor. The boy immediately closes his legs and tries to cover himself with his bounded hands.
"Nooo! Don't touch me please... It's my private parts, you're not allowed to touch me there!" He whines.
"Well, who's gonna stop me? You? Or your precious mommy? Bad news, she's not here to save you."
Pushing his hands away, Daichi cops a feel of the little cock that lies there. It's soft, almost like dough in his hand as he squeezes it. With his other hand he lifts Sato's shirt up. The thing that's really doing it for him is the uniform that he has on. Hence he wants to keep in on and not damage it since this won't be the last time Sato wears it.
"Stop touching me..!"
His legs kick around in a panic, but unfortunately couldn't land any hits. Either way, a tiny child like him isn't able to fight Daichi off. It does manage to annoy him to an extent though. He stops his groping and smacks the boy's ass hard. Sato cries out at the pain, and that earns him another slap. Daichi doesn't say anything, he keeps spanking the kid each time he continues to scream.
"Ah! I'm sorry! Stop it... Aah!"
Each time he quiets down to sniffle, Daichi removes his hand. But if he opens his mouth to plead, he's hit hard again. When Sato finally gets the memo that the man will stop if he stops crying, he bites his lips to muffle himself.
"Haha, good boy. You're not as stupid as I thought."
Feeling impatient and driven by lust, Daichi starts to strip off his lower half. Sato's eyes widen at the sight of his cock. Pulsing, thick, standing up like a weapon. It's intimidating, even more so knowing that the man will put it inside him.
"It won't fit! Please, don't put it in my buttttt!"
"Yeah yeah, I've heard that before. Wait until I shove it up your guts."
Daichi opens a drawer from the nightstand and takes a bottle of lube. He only pours it all over his dick, he doesn't bother with the boy's hole. Stroking himself a few time, he then settles into a comfortable position and wrenches Sato's legs open. His hips thrust forward to rub his cockhead against that tight boypussy. Next he pushes in slowly, the boy's body trying its best to prevent him from entering. Unlucky for him, Daichi is much stronger.
His cock succeeds as it impales right in, forcibly making way for penetration. Sato screams, louder than he has before this moment. Fresh tears stream down his face, along with snot and saliva. His hands are still taped up but he manages to beat Daichi's chest for him to pull out. Probably the most strength he has used as well.
"Take it out! PWEASE! It h-hurts so much..!"
"I'm not even getting started, I can make it hurt even more bitch."
Living up to his promise, he slams right in. It tears the child's insides up. Soon after, deep red blood stains his pale, creamy ass. "Fuck, nothing beats natural lube though..." Daichi groans, then with another push, his entire cock is wrapped inside the tight, wet heat of a kindergarten boy.
Sato can't get any more words out. The only noises coming from him are hiccuping sobs. And that makes Daichi throbs even more. He wastes no time pounding that boypussy. Each thrusts splatter the blood all over the sheets and onto his groin. He can see his dick forming an outline around that soft belly. One hand on Sato's waist, it's so easy to move him up and down on his cock. The boy is becoming such a good cock sleeve already.
"Aah... you've got a talent for being a good fucktoy, you know that? So fucking good–"
Daichi ups his pace, mindlessly ramming into those torn inner walls. How it constricts around him, warm blood seeping into his skin. The pleasure feels almost unreal. He ruts into the boy's hole like an animal in heat. Sato is getting weaker by the minutes. It's a surprise that he hasn't passed out yet.
"Fuck fuck–!"
His orgasm arrives faster than he's expected. He couldn't reel himself back at all as hot sperm floods inside the boy. Sato whimpers helplessly as the thick fluid pumps deep into his stomach. His head is spinning, ears ringing. He can't feel anything else besides a throbbing pain. Before it remains concentrated on his lower torso but now it's spread throughout his body. Panting heavily for a few moment, he closes his eyes. They stay closed as he stops writhing around.
Daichi almost doesn't notice it at first. It doesn't matter to him either way. He's just an onahole now, awake or not this boypussy still belongs to him. He rocks into the child lazily, dragging out his climax until it finally subdue. Yet his cock doesn't lose its hardness one bit. He regains his breathing before he starts another round.
This time he takes his phone out and opens the camera. He snaps a few pictures, those focusing on Sato's hole plugged up with his cock. His semen oozes out, mixing with the blood that turns it into a light red with crimson streaks. Satisfied with the amount of pictures, he switches to recording.
"Look at this new toy I just got." He speaks through the wet squelching slaps of his thrusts. "Don't worry, he's still alive. I'm not thaaat much of a sick fuck."
Daichi exhales a shuddering breath. "Shit- I just came seconds ago but it feels like I'm gonna bust my nuts again..."
He commentates a lot in the beginning. He just couldn't resist the urge to yap about how good he's feeling. Moreover he wants to invoke some jealousy in his friends once he sends them the video. They know he's stingy when it comes to sharing.
After some time, Daichi's words derails into moans and grunts. He tries his hardest to hold onto his phone while raping the limp boy beneath him. He's tearing Sato up without any remorse, only a deep sense of arousal that consumes him. He grounds himself with a hand on the headboard and his hips buck uncontrollably. It's so wet and slippery that his cock almost slides out that boy hole multiple times.
Daichi fucks like there's no tomorrow, like somehow everything will end if he cums right now. There isn't anything better than pounding some sloppy kindergartner ass. Probably the sloppiest one he's had too. As much as he wants to prolong this out so fucking much, it's probably a better idea to finish and not let his onahole bleed out to death.
"Fuck, I'm cumming again... Hah, watch as I fucking wreck this stupid boycunt with my jizz!" He bellows.
A second load comes. It can't even fit in Sato's guts as it gushes out around Daichi's pole like an outpour. "Ohh that's a big fucking load alright. I probably gave him three meals worth of sperm in that belly..."
Finally pulling out, he fixes his phone onto that gaping hole desperately trying to close back up. He ends the recording just to admire it. The once tight asshole of a child has been thoroughly stretched and stuffed full of his seed. Knowing that he's —presumably, the first one to give this boy a taste of a man's cock really stirs him up. Daichi takes ahold of his shaft, feeling the mix of blood and cum coating it. He then brings his hand to his mouth. His tongue flicks out to lap up at the fluid. It's as good as he thought. Heady with a perverse musk.
He glances up to the boy's face, it's scrunched up in fear and discomfort. He's wincing slightly too but Daichi knows that he won't wake up just yet. His legs move on their own. They inch closer and closer until his cock is rested on Sato's cheek.
I wanna rape his throat right now too.
Fuck it, what's stopping him? Literally nothing. He smears his filthy cock all over the boy's hair and face first. Next he sticks his thumb in Sato's mouth to open it up and slips his cock in. "Ahh, it's even tighter than his cunt." Because of that, it's a struggle to plunge himself in. Especially with how he's still able to resist even while unconscious.
'No' is never an answer for Daichi though. Thus he grips onto Sato's head tightly and buries his entire cock down his throat. He can feel it vibrates around him as the boy whimpers. With renewed strength, he fucks into it like just another hole. He's too lost in the sensation to remember about starting the recording again. Oh well, he can just record it another time.
His heavy balls smack against the boy's chin each time he draws his cock back then slams it back in. Still sensitive from cumming twice in a row, his chest heaves with exertion. He wants to keep using his onahole to the fullest, until there was no 'Sato' anymore. Just a brainless warm body he can fuck into.
I'll be looking forward to that day.
The journey is part of the fun too, so he'll be patient in the meantime. He's focusing on the moment, on the slack mouth enveloping him. The tightness of it, the hot breath fanning over his pubic hair, the little scrape of teeth— It all comes together to bring him to another climax. His cock pulses and pulses, Daichi himself shudders almost violently as he feels another load coming. With the few last thrusts- One- Two-
"Ohh fuucck—"
The unconscious body underneath him can't do anything besides swallowing the thick spurt of cum shooting straight down his stomach. Daichi stays inside for a moment to feel that throat gulp and convulse. Satiated, he pulls out. He stands back to behold the masterpiece laid out before him. The masterpiece that he created.
After his heart rate returns to normal, he starts to strip off the remaining clothing left on Sato. He removes it carefully, the complete opposite as to how he used the boy like a fuck sleeve before. The uniform now absolutely drenched and dirty, making him smug in a way.
He'll wash it, then put it back on the boy, then make it dirty. Again and again. Just the thought of that sends a shiver down his spine.
But for now, Daichi exhales in satisfaction as he holds himself back. There's no need to rush and break his new toy so soon.