I’m not gay and I wouldn’t even bother putting my eye to a knothole to watch two adult fags get it on. A couple of lick sisters going at it would hold my attention for a couple of minutes, as would a well-hung black porn star doing a sleazy blonde. My real weakness is for younger performers, preferably newly pubescent teenagers, fucking. I’m not a pedophile and I don’t crave sex with boys but I vividly remember the sensations of my first sexual encounter and I try to relive that experience by watching young boys pump out their sperm. Seeing them become erect gives me a boner, and the sight of their balls sucking up tight as the pressure builds, and finally the convulsions of their orgasms makes me blow my wad every time. Pretty kinky, huh? Well, it gets worse. I not only want to be there watching them, but I also want to touch them in a way to increase their pleasure, and finally, after their orgasms, I want another thing from them.

Abducting boys is ridiculously easy. Teenagers are not only rather naïve and stupid, but they also have short attention spans, are somewhat lazy, and most importantly, also lack morality. Most of them will throw all caution to the wind in order to pilfer a trifle of no value or to view a somewhat lewd sexual act. They have all heard the standard warning lectures but that doesn’t even slow them down. Whoa, Dude, go for it, you’re invincible.

I wanted a white kid, only a few months into puberty, and I wanted him to be good looking. I don’t personally give a shit how he looks, above the waist anyway, but to fulfill my needs he was going to have to get laid and his partner wouldn’t be too enthusiastic about fucking a fat ugly slob. His taste in clothes didn’t matter since he wouldn’t be wearing any after his abduction. It would be desirable if he was decently endowed, but I couldn’t afford to reject an otherwise suitable candidate just on that basis. As long as he was sexually functional he would do. It is possible to estimate the size of a kid’s cock by the width of his mouth and also the relative size of his hands and feet, but I was more interested in him having large, low hanging balls and I don’t think that there is any was to judge that short of seeing him naked or in a tight fitting Speedo, and I don’t like to hand around pools or locker rooms.

His name was Michael and he was no smarter than the rest. He paused on his way home to try and swipe a package of cigarettes from the bumper of my van. Big Mistake. The little shithead knew they were hazardous to his health but he didn’t really appreciate the true cost of the filthy habit. His schoolbooks indicated that he had just started the Eighth Grade, which put him about thirteen. A light dusting of hair graced the calves visible below his shorts but he had no trace of a beard or mustache. His cut-off shirt revealed a smooth and hairless belly and his voice had the contra-alto warble teens typically get as the first blast of testosterone crashes into their bloodstreams.

He was about five-four and weighted maybe a hundred and ten pounds, but he was a tough little shit and put up a decent fight before I got him subdued and stuffed into the van. One of these days I’ll probably find myself up against some junior Black Belt Karate whiz or something like that. I hope to hell that what ever disciple the martial arts teaches it includes some lessons in restraint and respect for their elders; I’d hate like hell to get my clock cleaned by some little kid.

I escorted him to his new temporary home located in the sub-basement of my house and asked him very nicely to strip down, which of course he refused to do. I could have forced his clothes from him but instead I just told him that no food or water would be forthcoming until all of his clothes, including his underwear, were shoved through the small hole in the armored door. I turned up the heat to about ninety degrees and left him alone to think about it for a day. The room is about twelve feet square and includes a jailhouse style lavatory toilet combination and a bare showerhead, the water supply to both being controlled from outside the cell. The floor slopes to a common drain and the walls and ceiling are all covered with sound absorbent padding. The only furniture is a low padded sleeping bench. There is a wall-mounted television for entertainment, and a stationary bicycle for exercise. Everything a kid needs. I made no effort to conceal the cameras and one-way mirrors that allowed me to watch him.

By the next morning he had came to his senses and traded his clothes and his dignity for some food and water. He was a good looking little shit, even naked. Except for the down on his legs he had no body hair except for his blonde mane and wispy pubic crown, he had a slender droopy cock perhaps three inches long and nice sized balls that dangled low in the heat. He had well defined muscles like a runner or swimmer but wasn’t bulky like a body builder. Every schoolgirl’s dream. I didn’t answer any of his many questions nor did I tell him he couldn’t masturbate. I would leave the lights on 24/7 for a while and I figured he’d be too shy to do it in front of the mirrors and camera anyway.

I left the next morning to go and fetch a girlfriend for him. Girls are harder to abduct than are boys of the same age, as they are alert to the possibility of rape and therefore usually walk in pairs or groups of other girls instead of alone. One thing did make my task slightly easier; I didn’t have to be selective about what she looked like. Anything with a twat and two tits would be enough to get him excited and a plain, rather homely girl would figure she’d died and gone to heaven when she saw the beautiful little Adonis that awaited her. It would be love at first sight. The only requirement was that she be slightly smaller than the boy, so as to not intimidate him, and be mature enough to throw a good fuck.

Mary’s downfall wasn’t greed or a bad habit like smoking. She fell victim to her own lust. She was about his age, not much of a looker, pretty good rack, and a nice, round ass. I mailed her a little love note from Michael asking her to meet in a private place so he could ask her a personal question. No other details were included except a photograph and a place and a time. Bingo. Into the van she went.

Their first meeting was a little awkward. She tried to conceal her nakedness by keeping her back to him. He immediately popped a boner, which is what I’d expected, then turned away from her to hide it. He stayed hard the rest of the day. Kids have a lot of stamina. He wasn’t really that impressive, maybe five inches at the most, but the end of it was bright red and it stood out from his skinny body like a flagstaff. I was surprised that he didn’t shoot off.

I left the lights on bright all night and they finally settled down to sleep, him on the floor turned away from her, occasionally looking over his shoulder at her perched on the sleeping platform. He woke up with a typical teenage morning hard on and peed before stepping under the shower. The water is regulated to be a little on the cool side and that took care of his erection. That is it took care of it until she rolled over onto her back and started unconsciously fingering herself while still asleep. Pow! He was hard in a flash, and two strokes later he released a week’s worth of pent up jizz. His first ejaculation was so powerful, or his grip was so tight, that some flew across the room and hit the girl on the face, waking her up in time to see the rest of the show. She let out a small scream, called him a ‘damned pervert’ and rolled back over. Ain’t love grand?

The action caught me by surprise and was over before I even had time to open my fly.

Mary’s period started the next day. The boy had probably seen feminine hygiene products advertised, and somewhere along the way he must have been told something about female plumbing, but it still had to have been a shock to him. He continued to have erections every morning and several times during the day but he didn’t repeat his earlier performance, and although he wasn’t quite as paranoid about her seeing him that way he continued to hide them from her when possible.

I kept the lights on continuously all of the next week and the kids settled down to an easy truce, although he continued to sleep on the floor instead of sharing her more comfortable platform.

The day after her courses eased I turned up the pressure. I seized control of the TV set and played a shortened version of The Blue Lagoon, starting with the actors entering puberty and ending just after Chris Atkins fucked the snot out of Brooke Shields. I could tell by the way Mary looked at Michael, especially his erection, that the movie got to her. That night I turned the lights out, throwing the cell in complete darkness.

I would have loved to have been in there with them, or at least see it, but I had to settle for the audio and the infrared thermal image from the overhead camera as the boy rose from his corner, felt his way to the platform, and merged his body with hers.

Three nights later I played the Blue Lagoon tape again, and the lights went out again, this time to kind of a dark twilight instead of complete blackness. The boy took the cue and he and I both got our rocks off at about the same time. I let him sleep with her most of the night before shooing him back to his corner with the light switch. After that all I had to do was play a few minutes of the tape and the boy would get a boner and start staring at the light fixture, as if willing it to dim, slobbering like Pavlov’s dog waiting for a treat.

It’s not nice to fuck around with people’s minds but it sure is a lot of fun. It didn’t take long before the kid concluded that he could get a piece of ass anytime he wanted, providing she was willing, regardless if the tape had played or the lights had dimmed. I wanted control of his copulations, however, so the first time they got amorous without my prompting I gave them a five-minute cold shower with the fire sprinkler system.

The girl was not an unwilling participant in these couplings. If anything, she was more adventuresome than the boy and she frequently introduced new positions and techniques to her partner. Even though she hadn’t had any previous experience she was somewhat more mature than the boy and had obviously been thinking about sexual things for quite a while before her abduction, and by the time her next period occurred she had her partner well trained in bringing her to orgasm.

I denied them sex for the next two weeks, twice having to resort to the sprinkler system, and when I finally ran the tape and dimmed the lights slightly they were both hot to trot, and I was the only damper to their enthusiasm. I had pulled the mirror away to reveal my observation post, and I was quietly sitting in a chair reading my newspaper as they flustered around, obviously desperate to fuck but unwilling to do so with me watching.

“ Go ahead, enjoy yourselves, after all, I’ve seen it before,” I said, pointing to the ceiling mounted surveillance camera. She finally initiated their foreplay by taking his cock in her hand and drawing him close to her. That little touch was all he needed and soon they were going at it like a couple of rabbits. I doubt if they appreciated the fact that I had denied myself release as well, and that my orgasm, when it finally occurred, was no less satisfying than their own.

By the end of the week I had joined them inside the cell while they rutted, and although I didn’t masturbate I came in my pants two times without even touching my cock. The boy was addicted to fucking, and as I controlled access to that activity he readily obeyed when I asked him to spread his legs to allow me a better view of his balls while he screwed. The hair around them seemed like it was darkening and turning coarse, and it now started to creep outward onto the inside of his thighs. I don’t know if this rapid maturing was a normal progression of adolescence or if all of the screwing was speeding things up. Perhaps I’ll grab a pair of twins someday and experiment a little, withholding sex from one while allowing the other to be fruitful and try to multiply.

Early next week I touched the boy’s balls for the first time. I was now right behind him all of the time while he screwed, and knowing that I could put a stop to it at any time he willingly spread his legs wide for me. It must have felt awkward and a little uncomfortable to him, but it gave me an excellent view. His endurance had increased as he gained experience and he usually lasted about two minutes. I could see the tightening of his scrotum as he neared orgasm, and knowing that ejaculation was imminent for both of us I reached out and gently lifted up on his balls with the palm of my hand and wiggled them slightly, an action that immediately caused both of us to blow our wads. He looked over his shoulder at me and returned my smile, as if thanking me for the orgasm. He was starting to get into this kinky shit.

I liked fondling the boy’s balls. I liked rolling them around between my fingers as he fucked, and I particularly liked the soft fullness of them as opposed the smaller, harder ones that I possessed. By the end of the week I was in control of his orgasms. I couldn’t prevent them of course, but I could speed them up by erotically massaging his balls or I could delay him slightly by squeezing him hard enough to cause pain. Either way he was enjoying the experience and didn’t seem to resent my persistant grasp on his testicles as he pounded away.

The following week the girl was again in estrus, and the boy and I both practiced celibacy. I made it but he unloaded once in his sleep, and then cleaned up the mess with a piece of toilet paper when he woke. I wanted and needed release, but I was saving it for the final act.

Ten days of enforced celibacy eliminated the need for foreplay, and the two adolescents wasted no time in scratching their itches. I was behind him in my usual place, dressed as usual in a tank top and loose shorts, which barely accommodated my erection. I had a loose grasp on the boy’s balls as he entered her. I could tell right away that this was going to be a quick one, and I barely had time to remove the small jackknife from my pocket and fumble it open, placing the blade a quarter of an inch from the soft skin at the neck of his scrotum. As I gently massaged his testicles I could feel the tubes and muscles that attached them to his abdomen, and by squeezing the connective tissue I could feel the blood coursing through the arteries to nourish them. I was so hard that my erection physically hurt as I felt his balls involuntarily suck up tight in preparation for his climax.

His body suddenly convulsed, and although some people say that it is impossible I actually felt the flow of his sperm through the tubes of his testicles just as surely as I felt the flood of my own semen as it left my cock and just as surely as I felt the knife sever his scrotum.

Blood, screaming, my own pants sticky with the largest wad I had ever shot; those were just a few of the sensations during the following minutes of madness. That is all history now. The girl is back home safe and sound and probably still fingering herself in her sleep, the boy is doing whatever it is that nutless adolescents do, and I am eagerly planning my next really fantastic orgasm.