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He’d felt the condom ripping soon after penetrating the boy’s tiny brown button hole but He continued anyway, silently please with Himself for being such a virile and powerful Man that even Magnums can’t contain Him.  The boy’s tight pucker had eventually loosened but only after a severe and brutal pounding which proved too much for the thin latex. All that remained was curled up around the thick base of His cock like a thin wedding ring.  He smiled at the analogy.  It wasn’t His fit and muscular body that seemed to get all the young fags so worked up; it was His wedding ring.

His son’s best friend had been no exception, always respectfully addressing Him as “Mr. Johnson” and always staring and lingering just a little too long.  What the fuck, He’d thought - why not.  He’d be an easy and convenient fuck toy; no one would suspect a thing. The boy had finally quietened down - what a drama queen!  “You wanted this, remember?” He’d reminded him, even though the truth was that He’d manipulated and coordinated the whole thing.  Even though he was no longer screaming, the boy’s young, smooth body still felt taunt and tense as he continued to suffer through the assault.  Now that He’d broken through the condom He could enjoy the slick wetness of the boy’s clenching, spasming pussy which felt warm and inviting.  He couldn’t wait to breed it.   “That’s it, Jimmy … you’re doing just fine.”  

“Oh, God, Mr. Johnson!  You’re so big!”

“Yes, Jimmy, so you’ve said many times today.  I don’t need you to keep telling me that.  You understand?“

“Yes, Sir.”

“Do you know the problem with having a big dick, Jimmy? It takes an extra long time to cum … “

Jimmy whimpered at the implication as Mr. Johnson continued slow-fucking His new toy.  

“You’re going to be raw and sore by the time I’m done, Jimmy.  Does that excite you?”

Jimmy hesitated.  “Yes, Sir … very much.”

He chuckled.  “I know it does.  That’s why you’re going to be such a good little whore for me aren’t you.  Daddy’s going to fuck you good, baby … give you what you need.  It will be our little secret … or not so little, as the case would be.  You breath a word of this to anyone and I’ll find you, Jimmy.  I’ll hurt you.  Do you understand?”

Jimmy only nodded; it was a rhetorical question anyway.  Of course he understood.  Mr. Johnson was a respected and feared Man - a powerful Man.  And Jimmy was just a punk.  No one would believe him. And no one would care if anything happened to him.

He was getting close.  Leaning in He whispered in Jimmy’s ear.  “This is going to feel very … wet, Jimmy.  I want you to hold it in … every drop of it.”

“Whhat??  What are you saying?  You have a condom on!  I saw it!”  Jimmy started to struggle so He tightened His grip, causing Jimmy to wince.

“Shh … what’s done is done.  It was meant to be.  You were meant to be impregnated … like a woman, Jimmy.  Lucky for you it’s by a Man like me.  Someone you can trust.  Can I trust you, Jimmy?”  

Jimmy paused and moaned before replying.  “Yes, Sir.”