Prisoner C0C5UK3R 69 Part two

“Good,” grunted Len, “now cuntboy show pusyboy how to clean a cock after a piss.”
Pussyboy noted the paling of cuntboys' face who nevertheless stepped forward and bent down to lick clean the end of Len’s piss dripping cock. Pussyboy squirmed and felt his head spinning at this action and as their eyes met, Kenny could see the total look of compassion in cuntboys' eyes as he looked at him.
“Sit down on the chair pussyboy,” Len commanded, “and spread those legs.”
Mystified and scared pussyboy did as he was told.

“Shave him cuntboy,” Len spoke dispassionately and pussyboy woke up to what was about to happen. He had noticed that cuntboy was also completely hairless between his legs and now he knew why. Trembling he sat there as the boy began to soap him up, rubbing gently the area to be shaved. Tense pussyboy watched as the first stroke of the razor began to cut away his proof of puberty, how many years had it taken to grow that sparse patch of coarse hair, how many jokes at school had he suffered until at last hair had actually appeared and how proud he had been when it finally had happened, now it was all lost.
Although the shaving was done in quiet Kenny after the initial shock realised that the youth in front of him was doing his best not to hurt or injure him. The boy caught Kenny’s eye and out of Len’s sight he winked and gave Kenny a thin, smile of understanding. Kenny relaxed slightly at this and as the boy indicated with his hands and the razor he moved to allow the boy full access to his private area. Soon his entire groin was devoid of hair and he stood up to put one foot on the chair to allow cuntboy to shave his balls.

The ball area now denuded the youth now made a circling motion with his hands. Kenny did not understand what the boy was getting at, until cuntboy stood up and turning so his back was towards Kenny he bent down and pulled open his bum cheeks. Kenny saw that this area was also hairless and that he was to be shaved there as well. He felt a sense of trust with the boy now and allowed him to position him across the table so that his own arse could be shaved. The boy was very tender and careful as he did this and Kenny felt more safer in his hands.

Cuntboy now began to dry the shaved skin and afterwards he took the tube of ointment and began to massage it into Kenny’s skin working towards his now puckered arsehole. It was obviously a salve or something to stop the skin from smarting after being shaved. Satisfied that Kenny’s arsehole area was soothed enough he put the towel on the chair and indicated Kenny should sit back down. Cuntboy now began to massage the groin area with his lotion, caressing it into the now baby soft skin. Kenny relaxed even more as the boy carried on round his balls, across his stomach and even down the stubby length of his cock. He was actually enjoying the sensation of being massaged when with a shock he realised that his cock was beginning to thicken.

Cuntboy smiled at him and put a dab of the lotion on his finger on one hand and with the other he delicately pulled back Kenny’s foreskin. Kenny froze as his cockhead was exposed and the boy gently dabbed the lotion across its pink tip. He tried to pull back and shook his head to try and stop the boy from what he was doing. Cuntboy gave him a puzzled look and both turned and appealed to Len who had sat watching intently the scene unfold.
“Sit still pussyboy,” he grinned, “and let cuntboy get his reward for doing such a fine job. Now cuntboy,” he added, “remember hands only.”

Grinning cuntboy resumed his task as pussyboy gripped the seat of the chair and demanded with his body language that his cock should not get any bigger. Relentlessly cuntboy massaged and stroked until pussyboy’s cock defeated its owner and blossomed into erection. Defeated pussyboy slumped in his seat, which actually made his cock droop a little, but this was short lived. All to soon pussyboy found himself being caressed back to hardness and as his traitorous cock deserted its owner, he started to experience what it was like to be wanked by an expert. As his baser emotions took over Kenny could not believe how well the boy was wanking him, try as he might he could not escape the fact that he was being wanked so well that he was enjoying himself. As he was manually taken to sexual heights he had never dreamed off, Kenny began to forget where he was. Orgasm was the aim and the path to this pleasure was in cuntboys' hands.

Kenny felt the centre of his universe slide and the sensations of his impending climax become joined. Faster and faster now the sensual hands went, deeper and deeper were the breaths that Kenny took, both boys’ pulses and heartbeats were racing until Kenny moaned, sagged in the chair and his cock erupted in one of the best climax’s of his short life. As his cock spunked high and forcefully, cuntboy pulled back pussyboys' foreskin hard back and squeezed the cocktip, rubbing the raised edge with nimble fingers. Kenny trembled and quivered at this unexpected extra pleasure that again heightened his post climax.
Kenny was used to wanking; in fact all he was used to was wanking. He had had girlfriends but so far he had lucked out and was a virgin. The closest he had got to sex was a quick grope in the cinema and the girl at the time did not touch him at all. So Kenny was very used to his own body and how to pleasure himself, but he had never ever experienced such an orgasm, such a climax, if it had not been for the fact that a boy had done it to him he would have felt exhilarated but even so he did feel petty good.

Amazed at what had been done to him Kenny watched now as cuntboy cleaned up the spunk with his hands, scooping it into one palm.
“Eat it cuntboy,” said Len and Kenny looked astounded as cuntboy began to lick his spunk from his hand, He looked at Len and saw the thick tube of glistening meat that was Len’s cock. His eyes boggled at the size of the head let alone the length. He sank back in fright again; all thought of pleasure wiped from his brain as he imagined what pain that could cause if . if.. Kenny tried to banish the picture from his brain.

Cuntboy was trying to catch his attention and relieved he looked at the boy who had a further palmfull of his spunk in his hand. Cuntboy offered it to him; Kenny looked at the boy what the hell was he getting at.

“Eat it pussyboy,” said Len, and pussyboy’s world took on a darker hue. He stared at the pool of pearly white liquid and tried to move his face away.
“Eat it pussyboy,” menaced Len, “and get used to it as it will be part of your daily diet from now on.”

Pussyboy blanched at the phrase, ‘daily diet’. Cuntboy gently stroked the side of his mouth with one finger and staring into the boys eyes Kenny reluctantly licked his own cum off first the boys finger and finally his palm. It tasted slimy, salty and warm and there was a musky aftertaste that coated his mouth and tongue and throat. Kenny had no idea that he would learn to like eating his own cum and how nice it was in comparison to other people’s. For this time however he was glad that the boy cleaned up every drop he could find, he never notice that cuntboy licked his lips and that he had indicated with his head ‘if he could..?’ to which Len had nodded his ‘no.’ He had other plans for pussyboys' first cocksuck.

Cuntboy now left taking the tray with him and the newly shaved, newly spunked pussyboy sat once more dispirited on his chair, watching his cock slowly drooping. When it dribbled a last string of semen on his thigh he hoped that Len had not seen it but it took only a raise of an eyebrow for Kenny to wipe the spunk up with his hand and stick it in his mouth. Satisfied Len told him to come and sit on the bed.
Thankful his ordeal was over Kenny got up of the chair and went towards the bed.

Len stopped him short, “Wrong bed pussyboy, come here,” and patted the bed beside him.
Horrified Kenny turned to look at Len and again fearful and trembling sat down as indicated. ‘What now?’ he asked himself miserably.
The answer came quickly. Len reached up to the shelf above his bed and handed pussyboy a container of lubrication, “I think cuntboy gave you a good lesson,” he smiled, “so let’s see what you have learned and how well you pick things up,” and he picked Kenny’s hand up and placed it on his huge leaking cock.” Now wank me,” he said.

Pussyboy looked at the huge task in front of him and tentatively started to grease up his hands and the enormous cock with the lotion. Trying to recall what the boy had done to him scant minutes earlier he started to work on the gigantic weapon. He had never touched another man’s cock until now and despite how well cuntboy had tossed him he felt revolted as he started to ease the thick foreskin up and down the large prick. It must be eleven inches long he thought and god knows how wide it is.

“It’s eleven and a half inches long from the base, its nine inches round at the base, thinning to seven inches just under the head and eight inches round at the head, rising to eight and a half when it ejaculates,” answered Len, reading his thoughts, he’d had enough questions asked over the years which is one of the reason’s his sex slaves were taught to keep quiet Len added, “It’s nine inches long when its asleep and the cockhead is four and a half inches long from the tip to the edge.