The Room (Chapter 5)

Each of the hidden cameras was hooked to a tape machine so that there was a record of everything that happened in the room. After the first night I kept the lights at a constant level, not so high that he couldn’t sleep, but bright enough that I could easily see what he was doing. I also didn’t want him to have any concept of day or night or the passing of time. I had to break down his references so that I could establish those of my own.

As is typical for a kid his age, he almost always had a hard on while he was asleep. On the third day he was in the room he masturbated for the first time. Of course he had two orgasms on the first night, but he had no memory of that. He made sure that he was lying on his side turned away from both the wall to the control room and the TV set. Apparently he thought that I would be able to see him from one of those directions. He didn’t realize that I had a view of the room from every direction through the hidden cameras. He tried to be discrete about how he pumped his cock. He hardly moved his shoulder or arm, but mostly just used his wrist. I happened to be in the control room at the time, I was spending most of my waking hours there. I was fascinated by him, and never tired looking at his naked body. I zoomed the camera in so that I had a close up view of his pumping his pud. He continued to attempt to be secretive about jerking off, until right before he came. Then there was a point that it was no longer just wrist action, but shoulder and arm went into action, too. He pumped faster and faster until suddenly his eyes clinched tightly shut, he bit his lip, his body first stiffened, then his pelvis pumped back and forth as he shot globs of cum onto his stomach and the bed. As his cum shot forth, so did mine. I had matched him, stroke for stroke, as I watched the monitor.

After that first time, he masturbated at least twice a day. It was probably as much from boredom as from any sexual need. Masturbation was an escape from the room for him, even though it was so temporary. At least for a while he was transported somewhere else, the monotony of the room blotted out by the experience of his orgasm. I always rewarded those orgasms. First I would pass some treat through to him after he shot his wad, and then I started turning the TV on to a cartoon, or some other brief entertainment. It wasn’t long until he was no longer trying to hide himself when he jerked off. He would now lie on his back and look toward the control room as he beat off. After the cum gushed out onto his belly, he would glance over to the control room and smile. Of course, when he did, he received a particularly nice reward. I would sometimes leave the TV on for a full 30 minutes.

I was talking to him by this time. Every time, he would ask questions or mention home, I would cut him off for a day or two. Even his masturbating wouldn’t receive any acknowledgment. Pretty soon we just talked about “boy” things. We talked about video games, sports, and “Sublime” which was his favorite music group. I didn’t know much about them, but I bought a few CD’s so that I could play them for him when he did something that pleased me. If I had to go to town and wasn’t there when he expected me, I saw on the tapes that he became agitated. He would call out for me, pace around the room, or bounce on the bed. Sometimes he would lie on the bed masturbating, peering at the control room the whole time.

After almost a month, I thought that it was time for him to meet me in person. I told him that I was coming in, that he should go sit on the bed and stay there until I was in the room. I was a little nervous myself. I wasn’t sure how he would react. After I walked in a closed the door, I said, “Hi, Luke.” (Luke isn’t actually his name. Again I don’t want to give out too much information about his identity, but it’s a nice name so I’ll refer to him as Luke from now on.)

Luke flew across the room and threw his arms around me. I hugged him and kissed the top of his head. I walked over to the transfer box and retrieved two game controllers and plugged them into the PS-2 inputs under the TV. We played video games for about an hour, then I told him I had to leave. He cried when I left, but I told him that I’d come back the next day, if he was really good. By this time, he must have associated “being good” with masturbating, because I had no sooner left the room than he lay down on the bed and began jerking off, facing the control room the whole time. Even after he shot his wad, he laid there rubbing his cock and smiling toward the control room. I turned the TV on to a movie and let him watch it to its conclusion.

I had noticed that more and more often when I spoke to him that he immediately got a hard on. The next day when I spoke to him over the speaker, his cock stood to attention. He reached down and started stroking it. I told him I was coming in.

The day before I had worn shorts into the room. This time, I slipped them off. My cock was as hard as his was. I opened the door and walked into the room. My being naked didn’t make him hesitate at all. He flew across the room into my arms. I picked him up and carried him over to the bed. I laid him down on the bed and lay down next to him. I just held him, and ran my fingers through his hair. It was getting a little shaggy since he hadn’t had a haircut in over a month.

I kissed him on the eye lids and gently on the mouth. I felt his hand close around my cock and begin stroking it. In my excitement I forced my tongue through his lips into his mouth. I ran my tongue over his teeth and over his tongue. At first he didn’t seem to know what to do, but soon was mimicking the movements of my tongue. I reached down and grabbed hold of his pulsating cock and we stroked one another until we both shot our wads over ourselves and each other. He cried a little quietly after he came, but I’m not sure of the reason. I had tears in my eyes, myself. We lay there for a while, clinging to each other. Then I began kissing him again. We both got hard. I disengaged my mouth from his and worked my way south, nibbling at his ears, kissing his neck, licking his tits, kissing and licking my way down to his belly button. Then I was down to that lovely “V” shape in his pubic hair. It had that pungent smell of cum, but that only excited me more. I took his cock in my hand and began licking it. I licked it around the glans. He was uncircumcised and had a lovely foreskin that could be pulled completely over the end even when it was hard. I licked the shaft, and again took his balls in my mouth, one at a time, I licked my way back to the glans and took the head of his cock into my mouth. Again grasping his tight butt, I stuck my middle finger into his hole and pushed his cock into my mouth. It was over much too soon. Hot cum exploded into my throat. I loved the feel of it spurting deep into my throat. I loved the taste. I continued gently licking the last drops of cum from his cock. We lay on the bed watching TV until he fell asleep. I gently kissed his closed eyelids and left the room.