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Logan McKinnon was, to most people, not merely a nice boy but one of the nicest ones in town.
Logan was nine, albeit short for his age. He had a mop of golden hair that always became a curly mess no matter how much he tried to comb it out, but his clothes were always clean, at least. Usually, he hid out in the library, where no one could see him and his uncool hair and dorky glasses. He would smile politely at the librarians as he entered, his gray eyes bright and cheery, then go back to the children's section. No one could recall him making a scene of any kind. Sometimes, people forgot he was there at all.
At school, he was well-liked. Logan had a tendency to volunteer to help people, no matter who they were, and he never had a bad thing to say about anyone. He wasn't always the most talkative in class, but his teachers generally found him pleasant when he did speak. The other kids liked how quick he was to jump in and help them when they were stuck on something; it was like having a tutor, but without the judgment and side-eye that often accompanied tutoring when grown-ups did it, which was a big plus.
What no one knew, though, was that when he got home, Logan spent at least an hour masturbating every day.
He'd stumbled upon porn on the family computer one day. His parents worked long hours, and often weren't home. Although Logan was unfamiliar with the idea, seeing the video of the man jerking himself off had made him curious, so he'd stuck a hand down his own pants. Logan's cut cock was small but thick, with a slight curve that made it look like a tiny banana. His balls were little marbles that hadn't yet dropped. Despite looking very different from the man in the video, he'd found that stroking his cock felt good, really good. It especially felt good as he watched the man in the video masturbate. Logan enjoyed watching the man's face as he moaned and grunted, jerking his big dick on camera until he came and shot a thick load onto the bed in front of him.
No matter how much Logan tried, he couldn't make cum. But he could orgasm, he'd found, if he tried hard enough and long enough, and the feeling was heavenly. His cock grew stiffer and stiffer, and he'd feel his little balls tighten up as he jerked faster and faster. When he was done, there was nothing to show it, no mess to clean up, so his parents would never know or find out. Logan didn't want them to know that he liked touching his private parts. He wasn't sure that they would be okay with that, and he didn't want to find out.
He also didn't want to stop, so he didn't. The nine year old boy looked up lots of porn on incognito mode, learning the ins and outs of his own body and what felt good to him. He discovered his nipples were sensitive, and that if he pinched and twisted them as he stroked, it felt like electricity shooting straight to his cock. Logan loved videos of 'twinks', young guys without much body hair who looked kind of like him. He liked seeing them take cocks - which was what male private parts were called - up their assholes. Ass, he learned, was another word for butt, and some men liked having things put in their butts, especially other men's cocks. They would writhe and make noises, their tight assholes stretching around thick, hard rods of flesh.
Logan loved to jerk his dick as he watched twinks get fucked. Sometimes he spent an hour or more watching and touching himself, his little cock growing stiff as a rod in his small hand. He didn't have any body hair yet, so it was easy to imagine himself as the one being fucked. He'd stroke himself, his thumb brushing against the slit at the tip of his cock, feeling the precum that would sometimes bead up there. It was like a secret, a delicious secret that made him feel naughty and grown up. He wanted a grown up friend who would put his dick in Logan's butt like that, look at him like that, like he was the center of the universe. The thought made him dizzy with want, and his porn usage went from once or twice a week to daily, the nine year old jerking himself as he watched gay porn, gasping and moaning happily.
One day, after he'd seen porn where someone used olive oil as lube, he went into the kitchen. He knew they had olive oil, and he wanted to put something in his butt. What he didn't know was what object he could use for that. Logan wanted something that would feel big, but he didn't want something that might hurt him. If it hurt him, he'd have to tell his parents about it, and that would be embarrassing. Hesitantly, the blond selected a cucumber, which he took back to his computer chair in the living room. It was big and firm, and his dick grew erect with excitement as he looked at it and thought about what he was going to do.
After he slicked it up, the nine year old took a deep breath, his heart racing. He pulled down his shorts and underwear, his cock springing free, sticking up eagerly. Logan took the cucumber in hand, feeling its coolness against his palm. He placed the tip at his asshole, feeling a thrill of excitement and, deep down, fear. The videos had made it seem so easy, but he wasn't sure if his body would like it. Logan knew he was younger than them. What if he couldn't do it? He pushed gently, feeling his asshole stretch around the cucumber's tip. It felt weird, but not painful, so he pushed a little more.
It was a mistake. The slicked-up cucumber sank abruptly and deeply into him, and he cried out, pained, as it lodged itself deep in his ass. Despite the pain, though, he grit his teeth and let it remain there. Logan wasn't a baby. If he couldn't take this, he'd never be able to take a whole dick. So even though it hurt, even though he felt kind of like he did after having diarrhea, too stretched and too raw, he kept it in. The nine year old boy was determined to fight through the pain and make it out to the other side. His eyes shut tight, face scrunched, he panted for air as he let the cucumber stay in his little hairless hole.
So preoccupied by his attempt to handle the anal intrusion, Logan didn't hear the sliding glass backdoor behind him open. He didn't see his neighbor, Mr. Colby, enter the house and begin moving towards him. The sound of Logan crying out had drawn him in, and now the forty year old man was making his move, unable to resist the sight of a nine year old, prepubescent boy with his ass spread by a cucumber. The little boy's dick was hard, something that was almost as sexy as the fact that Logan was trying anal masturbation at the tender age of nine.
Mr. Colby, a tall, muscular man with a balding head, a thick beard, and piercing blue eyes, was a predator. He'd seen Logan around the neighborhood, and had noticed the way the boy's parents left him alone most of the time. He had come over hoping to get a glimpse of the boy's home situation, see if he had a babysitter or not. Now that he knew the child was all alone and was horny, though, he saw no reason not to make a move. Logan's ass was tight, but it was the kind of tight that was made for filling. The cucumber was a good start, but Mr. Colby had something better in mind. His own cock was thick and long, and he liked it rough. He'd been watching Logan for a while, and today, he decided, was the day he would claim what he felt was rightfully his.
Logan's eyes flew open as Mr. Colby's shadow fell over him, the cucumber still embedded in his tight, virgin ass. The pain had started to subside, but his ass still felt too-full and raw, and the sight of the man made his heart race for entirely different reasons. The nine year old was naked, his cock rock hard, ass full, right in front of the neighbor. Logan had a reputation as a good boy to uphold. Anyone knowing that he was into gay porn was going to ruin that reputation, and he swallowed, barely able to keep his cool.
"What are you doing here?" Logan stuttered, his cheeks flaming red. He was so caught off guard, his hand frozen on his cock, which was still rock hard despite the fear creeping in.
"I heard you calling out. Making those slutty noises, like a mating call, begging for a real man," Mr. Colby said, his voice a deep rumble that made Logan's stomach drop. "But you're too young to know what you really want." He stepped closer, his eyes locked on the cucumber still embedded in the boy's tight, pink asshole. "You don't want a vegetable. You want a real man's dick. You want me."
"What? No. I mean, I, I barely know you, we're not - we're not friends or anything," Logan pointed out, stammering as the pedophile approached him. Mr. Colby's cock was making a huge tent in his pants, which made the child uneasy. "I'm sorry, I'll keep it down, but you - you have to leave, Mr. Colby."
"I'm going to give you exactly what you want," the man promised, talking over him as if he hadn't been listening, undoing his belt, "I'll treat that little hole right, Logan. I'll give you what you're craving."
"Mr. Colby, no," Logan's voice was a high pitched whine, his eyes wide as he tried to scramble away from the chair, but his legs were too short and his movements too jerky. The cucumber slipped out of his asshole with a wet pop, and he was too scared to even think about the mess it was making on the floor. "I don't want that! I just want you to leave!"
But Mr. Colby was having none of it. He grabbed the boy by the arm and dragged him over to the couch, ignoring his protests. His hand was strong, much stronger than Logan had ever felt before, and it hurt. The sight of that hole, lightly stretched from the cucumber, pinker than ever from exertion, had Mr. Colby's mind racing as he shoved the boy down onto the couch, his cock aching with need. He stepped out of his pants, his thick, veiny member springing free, and Logan's eyes went wide with horror. The nine year old had never seen a real cock before, and it was terrifyingly large, much, much bigger than the cocks in porn were. The nine year old tried to bolt, only to be grabbed onto by the man again before he could get up.
"Look at your slutty boyhole, all wet and dripping. You're so fucking eager for me," Mr. Colby murmured, his eyes glazed over with lust.
His thick fingers found their way to Logan's tight little asshole, pushing in without preamble. Logan squirmed and squealed, his tiny body trying to fight against the unwelcome intrusion, but it was like a rabbit struggling against a wolf. Mr. Colby's fingers were rough, calloused from his construction job, and they stretched the delicate skin around Logan's asshole until he was sure it would tear. He plunged two fingers into Logan and flexed and twisted them, watching the boy's face contort in pain, a cruel smile playing on his lips as he felt the child's body tense around him.
"You're so tight, like a fucking vice," Mr. Colby said, his breath hot on Logan's neck as he leaned in. "It's like your ass was made for this. You were made to be bred by big, strong men. Why else would you already be putting things in your ass, boy?"
"Let me go, please, stop it," Logan begged, heart hammering as his ass was violated by the man's fingers, his eyes watering with the pain. But Mr. Colby was beyond hearing the pleas of a child.
He was lost in his sick fantasy, his need to claim this boy's innocence consuming him entirely. This boy was a slut. He was a born bottom, a whore, so into fucking he was already sticking things in his ass at age nine, and Mr. Colby knew it wasn't really rape when the boy wanted it. This boy was rock hard and his hole opened up so nicely, revealing his inner wants, his inner desires, that secret need he had for cock. Mr. Colby spat on the child's boy, then moved his fingers back and forth inside that tight little boyhole, smearing the cucumber's oily residue with his saliva and sweat, getting it ready for his own cock.
"I'll breed you and fill you up with my cum, Logan, just like you need. Just like you want." He punched the child in the back as the boy tried to get away again, then slapped his ass. "Don't pretend you don't want my dick. You know you're the one who started this."
The smack echoed through the room, and Logan felt the heat from Mr. Colby's hand on his skin, his ass cheek reddening. The man was so much stronger than he was, and his words were like a spell, weaving around him and leaving him trapped. Logan knew it was wrong, but he couldn't help the way his body was responding. He'd never felt so helpless, so scared, but also, so hopelessly aroused. His cock remained erect despite the fear, a traitor to his own sense of self-preservation. Did he like it? Had he started this? The thoughts were terrifying, and Logan shook his head, disgusted. He didn't want this man fucking him! He hadn't ever wanted that!
Mr. Colby gathered some of the wetness onto his cock head and then began pushing into the nine year old's hole, his tip poking against the tight ring of muscle. "You're so small," he groaned, "but you're going to take all of me, aren't you?"
"No! It's too big! It hurts already! Stop it!" the boy pleaded.
"That's right, you're going to take my whole cock," he continued, pushing so the head of his dick sank into the tight, clenching heat of Logan's asshole.
The nine year old's eyes watered and he bit his lip, trying not to make noise, trying not to scream. It burned, oh, it burned, and his body was trying to reject it, but Mr. Colby was too strong, his cock too persistent. The man's cock was thick, and it felt like it was splitting Logan in two as he pushed into him, the tip and then the whole head sliding past the first ring of muscle. Logan cried out in pain involuntarily, eyes going wide in shock at the pain. Above him, the man moaned and pushed down more of his dick into the boy in response, his face a mask of pure, sadistic pleasure.
"Look at you, so desperate for it," Mr. Colby whispered, his eyes locked onto Logan's face, watching him squirm and whimper. "You want this just as badly as I do. Just let me in, Logan. Let me breed your whore hole."
"Stop it," Logan begged, looking at him with wide, teary eyes. "I want you to stop!"
"No you don't. Your dick is so hard for me, buddy, you know you don't want me to stop. You want me to fuck you nice and hard, right in your ass. And that's what I'm going to do," he promised, hips beginning to move.
Mr. Colby's cock slid deep into the boy's ass with a wet sound, the precum from the head of his shaft mixing with the olive oil, easing the way slightly. Logan felt like he was being torn apart, like the man was splitting his body in half, his thick, veiny shaft pushing deep into the tight, unused hole. The pain was so intense that Logan could hardly breathe, his eyes squeezed shut, tears streaming down his face as he bit down on the pillow to muffle his cries. His ass was on fire, the sensation so overwhelming he thought he might pass out from it. Yet his dick was still hard. The thought made him ashamed, disgusted with himself as the man forced more of his dick into the prepubescent boy's hole. Why was he hard?
Logan cried out as more cock was pushed into him. It was too much, too big, and the pain was so intense that he didn't know how he was supposed to handle it. But Mr. Colby didn't care, his hips moving faster and faster, his cock plunging deeper and deeper into the little boy's ass. Logan felt so full, so overwhelmed, his body shaking with each thrust. His own cock remained hard, bobbing against his stomach with every movement, betraying his arousal despite the pain. The nine year old was rock hard for his rapist, hard during his own rape, as if some part of him had, secretly, wanted to be taken by force, to be taken hard right here on the couch by a big dick.
Mr. Colby leaned down and bit Logan's ear, his teeth grazing the soft skin. "You're a natural, baby," he murmured, his breath hot and heavy, "You're going to take every inch of this dick. You're going to love it, and you're going to beg for more."
"No," Logan sobbed, his body shaking with each brutal thrust. "Please, stop. It hurts!"
"You're just not used to a real cock yet," he said, chuckling. The sound he sound sent chills down the nine year old's spine as the man grabbed Logan's hips, pulling him back onto his thick, invading shaft. "You'll get used to it, though. You're going to learn to crave this, to beg for it."
Mr. Colby's grip was like iron, his hands digging into the soft flesh of the boy's hips, leaving bruises that would be hidden by clothing, but never by the child's own mind. Each thrust was like a hammer, pounding away at the poor boy's tender, unprepared asshole, filling him with pain and the unmistakable feeling of being used. Logan felt his body stretching, his ass opening wider than he thought was possible, his asshole beginning to clench less around the man's girth. It was like he was being split apart, torn to shreds by the brutal force of Mr. Colby's dick, and every thrust sent a new wave of agony through his body. His body's reaction was an attempt to save him, but it was still painful, and inbetween his legs, his dick was hard, painfully so. He was on his back, dick bared to his rapist, as the man began to move faster, gazing at that hairless crotch and the way that every thrust jiggled that little dick.
Logan looked gorgeous, beautifully debauched and terrified. His cut cock was like something out of a pedophile's wet dream, standing tall and proud despite the pain he was in, pre-cum leaking out the tip. It was a thick dicklet, with a mostly empty ballsack underneath of the same length. His skin was light, his curly hair mussed from the struggle and being fucked, his gray eyes shiny with tears, and Mr. Colby got off on all of it. But most beautiful of all was that Logan's ass had begun to stop fighting him so actively. His hole was loose enough now for the rapist to move back and forth harder inside him, faster, and he loved knowing the little boy's body was owning up to the truth his conscious mind denied: that he was a bottom, a boyslut, and meant to service a man's cock. Oh, Logan would deny it, but there was no denying how his body was taking cock so beautifully, or how hard he was, how eager he was to be fucked by a real man, a man like Mr. Colby.
There was nothing, Mr. Colby reflected, like fucking a child. Nothing else was half as hot. The hairless bodies, the undeveloped, small packages, their weakness underneath him as he claimed them... it was sexual bliss, a temptation like nothing else. The way Logan's body was giving in to him, despite his protests, was delicious. He was a boyslut. The boy's asshole was so tight that he could feel every inch of his cock, the way it clamped down around him like a fist. And the way he was crying, begging for it to stop, meant nothing. Not compared to his hard-on. That was the proof that he was getting through to him, that he was revealing to Logan the slutty nature that the nine year old already had, deep down.
He'd known Logan was a boyslut in the making when he saw the boy naked with a cucumber in his ass. No truly innocent, truly good little boy was doing something like that. Mr. Colby had instantly understood, deeply and completely, that Logan was a horny boy who'd be thanking him for this later. Oh, he put up a fight at first, sure. They all did. But Logan's own masturbation showcased who he really was: a boybitch, a cockslut, a little whore for grown, thick mancock. And now, as he lay there, taking Mr. Colby's dick like it was the most natural thing in the world, that truth was laid bare. His body was made to be fucked, to be used, to be claimed by a man. Deep down, he'd known that. That was why he'd put a big cucumber in his virgin ass and tried to keep it there, even though it was too big, too thick, for his sexy, lithe little nine year old body and virgin hole.
The man, who had Logan pinned down by the shoulders, began thrusting faster, leaning forward and using the weight of his body to keep the boy in place. He loved seeing the nine year old's face, the way it contorted in pain and fear with every push into his tight little hole. Oh, Logan was new to sex, alright. New to it and ashamed of his nature as a highly fuckable bottom, a boybitch, a boyslut, a nine year old cock whore. The little slut had jerked off to lots of porn, but he'd never serviced a man's thick cock before with his cute little hole. He was losing his virginity to a rapist in his own home, on his own couch, and it was all his fault. If he hadn't been such a slut, fucking himself in the ass with a cucumber like that, door unlocked, Logan wouldn't be being raped right now. It was all on him. Mr. Colby was just doing what came naturally.
"Stop it," the blond choked out, shutting his eyes. "Please, please stop..."
"Take it," his rapist moaned, thoroughly loving the way the nine year old's ass gripped his dick. "Take my cock, take a man's big cock in your hungry little boyhole, you slut! Take it, bitch!"
Logan cried out in pain as the man's speed increased. He could feel Mr. Colby's dick pounding him, sinking deep down into places that the cucumber had never touched. His whole body was aching, his ass was on fire, and every thrust was a stab into his asshole. He couldn't believe this was happening, that his neighbor was forcibly using his ass like this. The blond wanted to scream, if only anyone was there to hear it. Even though the pain in his ass was continual, there was something else there, too. He was being violated, yet he felt a slowly building kind of pleasure deep inside him when that massive cock rubbed against just the right place. It was disgusting. All of this was disgusting - what Mr. Colby was doing, what Logan's body was doing in response, and that he was so helpless, so unable to fight back. The little boy hated all of it. He was so embarrassed he wanted to die.
But his neighbor kept fucking him, and to the boy's shame and humiliation, he let out a moan as his neighbor's dick struck just the right place inside him. His little dick twitched, for reasons he didn't understand. Was this what the twinks in the videos felt? Was this what being fucked felt like? Logan liked it. He didn't want to like it, he turned his head away in disgust at the thought, but he couldn't force himself not to enjoy the way it felt when Mr. Colby's cock rutted into him, hitting his prostate, sending waves of pleasure through his body even as the pain remained. His ass was stretched tight around the man's shaft, and with every thrust, it was like Mr. Colby was touching something deep within him that Logan had never even knew existed.
"Yeah, that's it," Mr. Colby praised him, adjusting the angle of his hips to hit that spot on purpose, "stop pretending you don't like it when I fuck you. You love being fucked, you sexy little boyslut, your tight hole loves this cock!"
"N- Ah!" Logan's objection was cutoff by the man's cock hitting that sweet spot inside him. "Ah! Ah!"
As much as Logan didn't want to, he made small, breathless moans with every thrust as Mr. Colby's cock continued to pummel his asshole. The pain was still there, but now it was mingled with something else, something dark and confusing that he didn't know how to feel about. It was like there was a switch in his body that had been flipped, and suddenly, the very thing that was causing him pain was also bringing him closer and closer to something that felt good and right. His dick was so hard that it was starting to ache. If this kept up, he knew he was going to come, but he didn't want to. Not like this. Not when someone was raping his ass, not when he was being called a slut and a little boy. Logan squirmed, trying to get away despite the futility of it all, his cheeks burning with the thought of what was happening.
"That's it, oh, you're so hard for me. You want to be fucked in that hot little boyhole by a man's big cock. You belong on your back with your legs spread wide, that slutty hole being used by men. I'm going to make you come, Logan. You're my bitch now," he groaned, thrusts growing faster, "and you're going to take my load right in that tight fucking ass!"
Logan sobbed. He hated himself for his own arousal, for the way his dick tingled and his hole felt good when Mr. Colby's dick hit that one place inside him. He hated himself for masturbating. He hated himself for putting the cucumber inside him, in his ass, making it lubed enough for Mr. Colby to rape. He didn't want the man to be right, but a part of him worried the rapist was correct. Maybe he did like this. Maybe he did want to be fucked - hadn't he watched porn and imagined himself being fucked before? The nine year old sobbed and prayed silently that God would strike him dead, get him out of here, and that mercy failed to manifest.
Instead, he remained where he was, on his back with his legs spread, a grown man's cock in his ass and his own cock standing at attention. Logan couldn't do anything but lay there as the man above him brought him closer and closer to climax with every thrust. It was terrifying, the way his body was reacting to the painful pleasure. He didn't want this. He didn't want to be a slut, a whore, a cock hungry bottom. His body was betraying him, and with every moan that slipped out of his mouth, he felt like he was sinking deeper into the mire of his own perversion. He deserved this. That realization was why he cried as he was raped, his eyes tightly shut so he didn't have to see the reality of his situation, see Mr. Colby's cock disappearing into him.
"Say it, bitch. Say you're a cock-hungry boyslut," the man demanded roughly, "or I'll never stop fucking you. I'll do this every day for the rest of your life. Say you want me. Be honest! Say it!"
"I... I..." Logan could barely talk, voice choked with tears. "I don't..."
"Quit lying to me, boy. Tell me the truth, and I'll come, and I'll make you come, and it'll be over. Lie, and I'll fuck you daily until you get honest - or is that what you want?"
"No! No! I'll... I'll say it. I," he took a deep breath, steadying himself, "I'm a... a c-cock-hungry... I..."
Mr. Colby slapped him across the face.
"I'm a cock-hungry boyslut!" Logan hollered, just to avoid more pain. "I'm a boyslut!"
The rapist's thrusts grew frenzied. He moaned aloud. "Yeah, you are. you're a boyslut, a cockwhore, my bitch, my sexy little boy, my boybitch, take it, take my fucking cock! Take it right in your tight ass! Fuck! FUCK! Oh, shit, I'm gonna - I - !"
The pounding of Logan's prostate was enough to make the boy come, and it was such an intense orgasm that his back arched, impaling him on Mr. Colby's cock as the man came. The climax shortcircuited the nine year old's brain, making him gasp and make lewd sounds without any thoughts as he climaxed. Although he was too young to make semen, he still came, and came hard, panting, feeling as if his mind were gone and only his slutty hole remained. At the same time, his ass gripped Mr. Colby hard and milked him, the man groaning as he filled the boy's bowels with his hot, thick cum. The sensation of being filled up was overwhelming, and Logan's shut eyes rolled back in his head as the man's cum flooded into his body, his dick buried deep in his ass.
Mr. Colby had fucked a lot of boys, but coming inside Logan was something special. That ass gripped him hard and the sound of Logan yelling that he was a slut was so good that, long after the boy had fallen silent, the man kept coming. He fucked the little boy through his orgasm, squirting out a heavy load of cum into that tight boyhole. He didn't want to stop; he'd never come so hard before, his balls were empty and aching, and he could feel the sticky fluid leaking out around his cock, soaking into the couch cushions. But he had to. He had to get dressed and get out of here before anyone came home and found them like this.
The man let himself spend a minute still inside Logan's newly deflowered asshole, enjoying the feeling of it constricting around him, full of his cum. The boy's dick was still mostly hard, only slightly more flaccid than before. Smiling, Mr. Colby pulled out of the nine year old boy. Too fucked to move, Logan continued to lay there, eyes shut, not trying to bolt away. That made it easy to go pick up the cucumber and start ramming it up the boy's asshole. Though Logan cried out in pain, gray eyes shooting open, this time he gripped the couch instead of trying to push Mr. Colby away. The nine year old whimpered but stayed still as his rapist forced the entire cucumber into his asshole, all the way to the base, where it remained after the man removed his hand. This time, his body held onto it.
"Good boy. Now, my birthday is in two days, on the fourteenth. I expect you to be there when you get home from school, naked and ready to take my cock again. If you aren't, I'm going to tell your parents that not only are you gay, you've been hitting on older men." Mr. Colby grinned at the horror and terror on the boy's face. "I want you there and I want you hard and ready for me. After that, you can go back to jerking off alone. But you were bad and lied to me today about being a cockslut, so you owe me one. I'll see you on Friday, alright?"
Mutely, too stunned and fearful to reply, Logan nodded. The man wiped his dick off on the boy's skin, put it away and left without a word.
Left alone, all the child could do was cry.
He hated cucumbers.