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Boy Profile (Level 4):
Name: Justin Park
Age: 14
Pictures: A picture shows a young-looking Asian-American boy completely nude but for a pair of glasses and a small plastic cock cage. He is standing with his hands on his hips in a grove of trees. He is smiling, but his eyes are wide with worry.
A second picture shows two boys in a field. The Asian-American boy is on the left; on his right is a slightly taller white boy with an undercut. Their backs are turned to the camera. Their shorts sit around their ankles, with their underwear around their knees: yellow briefs for the boy on the left, and orange briefs for the boy on the right. Their butts are slightly pink from a recent spanking, and their arms are around each other's waists. Neither of them is wearing a shirt.
A third picture shows the same Asian-American boy on his hands and knees on a tiled floor. He wears a Beatr™-branded jockstrap that forces his pert cheeks up. His cheeks are a bright, angry red, with a large penis -- the photographer's -- pushing its way into his asshole.
Bio: In the few months he has been receiving Beatr™-approved discipline, Justin's behavior, grades, and obedience have improved exponentially. He finished ninth grade near the top of his class, and is due to take several college-level classes as he begins tenth grade. He enjoys many sports, including track, baseball, and swim. While he is not physically disciplined at home, he has been disciplined multiple times a day at school, and most days during summer vacation.
[[Select BeatrPlusPlus™ users will see the following: Justin is a natural submissive who lives to please. He is available for hire by anyone who wishes to get more hands-on experience punishing boys, or who just wants to get to know Justin better. While he is inexperienced, we request that you do not go easy on him.]]
As weird as Justin's cage had felt when it first went on, it felt far weirder now it was off. Other than cleaning and the occasional reward, this was the first time he'd had it off in almost three months. And he was pretty sure he'd never had it off without being restrained in some way, even if that was just by the presence of Mr Roads.
He wasn't here, though, nor was Justin tied up. He even had his clothes on, cycling away from his principal's house for a job. Babysitting, he'd told his parents. It felt wrong to lie to them, but what was he supposed to say? 'Yeah I'm gonna go get fucked by the grown man who kind of raped me last month but it's fine because I loved it, plus I'll get paid'? Nah, better to lie, even though it made him feel gross inside.
When he'd told Mr Roads that as he was taking Justin's cage off, he'd promised to spank him for it when he was done, which was pretty unfair. He was doing as he was told! Still, it had him rock hard from the second he'd set off, and he didn't even have his plug today. Or, shit, maybe he was hard because it was unfair? Justin decided not to examine that too much.
A SnapChat notification saved him from any further self-reflection. It was Carter:
Carter: bro i cant believe u get to have ur cage off for customerssssssssssssssssssss
Justin: Yeah that's what happens when you are a good boy. :)
Justin grinned as he typed the message, half paying attention to the path. He and Carter had gotten much closer over the summer. It was great to have someone to commiserate with about Beatr, though Justin got the impression Carter enjoyed it as much as he did.
Carter: bro fuck you
Justin: Are you sure your uncle would let you?
Carter: man the second this cage is off ima clap those cheeks
Oh God. Normally he loved jokes like this, but he was so desperate for Carter to be serious that it physically hurt.
Carter Young sent a Snap!
Justin opened it. Carter had sent him a video of himself with his pants down, thrusting his hips in the bathroom mirror. One hand held the phone, the other covered his crotch to disguise the cage Justin knew was locked tight around his friend's dick. Oh God. He saved the video in chat and sent back a quick selfie, making sure the less-than-impressive tent in his shorts was in frame.
Carter: i hate u
Carter: have fun getting fucked, im so jealoussss
Justin's newly-freed dick throbbed in his shorts. It took all of his willpower not to find a bush to hide and jerk off in. Still, he was supposed to be there soon, and the last thing he wanted was to be late for his very first job. He promised his buddy he'd tell him all about it, and put his phone away.
Five minutes later he arrived at the address he'd been given. Dave lived in a similar suburb to Justin, though his house was just a little smaller. A red SUV was parked out front. As Justin hopped off his bike to walk past it, he saw an American flag decal across the back window. Ugh. Well, this was clearly the right place.
Justin stood at the front door, biting his lip. Was he supposed to message Dave through Beatr? Or knock? Or like, call or something? Shit. He wiped his hand on the hem of his shorts and knocked.
For maybe thirty seconds, nothing happened. Was this definitely the right address? Oh God. What if he showed up to some random stranger's house with a raging boner asking if they wanted to fuck him? Justin's stomach clenched. But then he heard the sound of heavy feet walking to the door, and Dave opened it.
"Uh... hey," said Justin, glancing down.
Dave had obviously just got done working out. He was shirtless, his pecs glistening as he glared at Justin. "You're shorter than I remember," he said, turning and entering his house.
"Thank you, Sir," said Justin, following the man inside. Shit, who the fuck said that kind of thing?
Dave's shorts were baggy, but showed off the muscles of his legs. He clearly had a pump from working out, but holy fuck. He was so big! "Hm," he grunted.
Justin closed the door behind himself and followed Dave through to what looked like a combination study and workout room. A desk with a computer lent against one wall, with a weight bench resting along another.
"Clothes off, boy." Dave leered at Justin's crotch. "I thought I asked for you to have your cage off?"
Justin removed his shirt, knocking his glasses askew slightly. "It is off, Sir."
"No way you're that small." Dave sat down on the bench and started to curl a dumbbell. He made it look way easier than it should have been. God, his biceps were huge, like he could snap Justin in half with one hand tied behind his back. "I said clothes off, fag!"
Oh, shit, he'd been staring. "Sorry!" he gasped, tugging his shorts and underwear down before hobbling around to get them off over his shoes. Shit, shit! What kind of professional slut couldn't even strip properly? He hopped around the room, kicking off his shoes and socks before finally getting the rest of his clothes off.
Dave watched him the whole time, a look of amusement on his face. "Jesus Christ, you are that small. Come here."
Justin obeyed. He felt even more naked than usual. He was in a strange place with a strange man who was actively enjoying tormenting him. It was terrifying... and also the hottest thing that had ever happened to him.
Dave put the dumbbell down and grabbed Justin's dick, jerking it from side to side to get a proper look. Justin couldn't quite hold back a moan. "Sit down," he ordered, getting up and motioning to the weight bench.
"Yes, Sir," mumbled Justin. He physically couldn't look the man in the eye. Or, he probably could, but if he did he'd chicken out of the whole thing and have to run home completely naked which would just be more embarrassing. Oh fuck, now his dick was throbbing and oozing pre-cum and-
"Hold still." Dave didn't give Justin a choice: he leaned over him, forcing him onto his back like he was about to do a bench press. "Hands down."
Justin didn't get chance to obey. Dave pushed his hands down against either side of the weight bench. He was practically kneeling on top of Justin as he wrapped what felt like a resistance band around each of his wrists. Or, no, not quite. Had he... had he added fucking bondage straps to his weight bench? "Sir-"
"Shut up, boy."
Justin shut up. He opened and closed his fists. Even if he wanted to get free, he couldn't.
"Just relax. Legs apart." Dave got off of Justin.
Still not sure if he was allowed to speak, Justin nodded, moving his legs as far apart as they would go. Dave kneeled down to wrap something Justin couldn't quite see around his ankles. He could kind of wriggle around on the bench, but he was stuck here, completely at this man's mercy.
"Good boy. I'm just going to stretch out, okay?" Dave took Justin's glasses off for him and gently placed them on the computer desk. Everything got a little more blurry. "You're in the way. Here." He adjusted the bench so that Justin was sitting mostly upright. "You comfortable?"
"No, Sir." The awkward angle of his arms meant his shoulders were pulled forwards, stretching out his traps way more than he was used to.
"Good." Dave stood directly in Justin's field of view and kicked off his sneakers, then his socks. "I haven't forgotten what you did to my poor nephew."
Justin was about to protest, to say that he hadn't meant to hurt Dax, and that he'd been punished for it twice now, but Dave's bare foot rested against Justin's boner and the only thing he could say was "eek!"
"Quiet, faggot. Make that mouth useful and help me clean up." Dave leaned forward, far more limber than his frame suggested, so that his armpit was directly in Justin's face. What the fuck kind of stretch was this? He didn't smell bad, but the sheen of sweat across his torso made Justin's heart flutter. It reminded him of the locker room, of his coach holding him down for yet another spanking, of the way he was just so small and weak and powerless and- "Now, faggot."
Oops. Justin stuck out his tongue and lapped at Dave's shoulder. As much as he craned his neck, he couldn't quite make it to the armpit. His skin was salty, with something Justin couldn't quite put his finger on. Not quite the same as sucking a dick, but the feeling was there. As soon as he started to lick, Dave's toes curled. The rough skin rubbed against his glans. It hurt, but there was nothing he could do to stop it. Justin moaned, tugging at his bonds. He wasn't sure if he wanted to push Dave away or pull him closer. Either way, the bonds held firm.
"Good boy," crooned Dave. "Get right in there." He leaned forwards more, giving Justin no choice but to get a mouthful of his armpit.
"Thanks," gasped Justin. Was he thanking the man for the compliment, or for letting him lick his armpit? His dick, which had been achingly hard for the last hour, leaking pre-cum since he'd arrived, started to twitch. Oh. Oh fuck, not now. He screwed his eyes tight, trying to force himself to think un-sexy thoughts, but Dave's musk overpowered every word puzzle he tried to do in his head. The tip of his dick actually hurt, even as it pulsed out the first orgasm he'd been allowed in weeks. "Fuck," he spluttered. It didn't even feel like a release. He still needed so much more.
"What the hell, faggot?" snarled Dave. "Who said you could cum?" He stood up straight, but didn't move his foot from Justin's crotch. "Now you got your faggot cum all over my foot."
"Sorry!" gasped Justin. "I didn't mean to, I just-"
"Lick it clean."
He was just another piece of equipment in Dave's gym. An extra weight, or a towel to wipe himself down when he was done. His feelings didn't matter, or his thoughts, or the raging boner he still had. Perhaps that's why he was so hard. Nodding, Justin opened his mouth as Dave rested his foot on Justin's shoulder. The weight kind of hurt, but Justin turned his neck as far as it would go, licking at Dave's toes.
Even though it had been weeks in the making, his own cum didn't taste quite as strong as Mr Roads's. He was just a little boy, just a slut to be used and then discarded. He screwed his eyes tight and whimpered around Dave's foot. Oh, fuck, he better not cum again. The thought made his ears flush red, but it did nothing to calm him down. If anything, he was hornier now than he had been before he'd cum.
"That's it," said Dave. "I see why your owner keeps your little dick locked up. You can't help yourself, can you?"
Mr Roads wasn't his owner! He was his... Justin wasn't sure. His teacher? His daddy? Fuck. "Mm," he said instead, not sure if he was supposed to reply or not.
"You're just a little slut. This is turning you on, isn't it?"
"Mm," Justin agreed, tilting his head to lick the cum off of the base of Dave's foot.
"That makes two of us." Dave put his foot down, looming over Justin. "I want you to beg me to fuck you."
Justin gulped. "Um... please fuck me, Sir?"
Dave slapped him across the face, making his cheek smart. "I said beg, you little slut."
"Oh, uh... please. Please, please fuck me." He wished he could rub his face. "I... I'm a slut?" Justin watched Dave for some sign he was doing it right. When he didn't slap Justin again, he continued. "I really need it, Sir. It's all I've thought about today. And- and since you fucked me before." That wasn't completely true, but it wasn't a lie either. "Please. It's why I came here. I'm so horny, Sir. Please." Now that he'd started begging, he wasn't sure he could stop. "You can do anything to me. I'm just a little fag. It's all I want. Please, Sir?"
Justin opened his mouth to continue, but Dave reached down and started to untie his wrists. "Don't move until I move you, boy."
"Yes, Sir."
"Good boy." He loosened the bonds around Justin's ankles and then lifted him with ease, flipping him over and pushing him down against the weight bench.
Was that Justin's sweat on the headrest, or Dave's? Either way, with his face pressed up against it Justin was sure he was about to cum again. He desperately wanted to hump the bench, or even rub his sore wrists, but he didn't. He held obediently still as Dave re-tied him.
"There we go, faggot. God, you have such a pretty ass."
"Thank- ow!" Justin yelped as Dave slapped his butt. "Thank you, Sir," he mumbled into the headrest.
Dave didn't bother replying. He spit onto Justin's hole, which was apparently all the lube he was getting. Even with all the stretching Mr Roads made him do with his plug, it hurt like hell as Dave penetrated him. Justin hissed out through gritted teeth. He wasn't about to complain. Not when he'd literally been asking for it. Dave's hands wrapped around his waist, lifting him up and onto his cock. It felt so much bigger than the last time.
"Sir," started Justin. "It-" hurts, he been about to say. But Dave seemed to take that as a request to continue. Gripping Justin's hips in his massive hands, Dave pulled him further onto his cock. Now it really hurt. Mr Roads never went this hard with him. He hadn't been fucked this hard since... well, since the last time Dave had fucked him.
"Fuck yeah. You're so tight." Dave slapped Justin's butt a few times. The pain barely registered against the pain of being stretched so fucking wide.
"Hurts," grunted Justin, but he could feel his balls tightening ready for another orgasm.
"Don't care." A hand gripped Justin's hair and pulled his head back so he was staring at the wall. He couldn't take it in. Nothing existed except for the pain in his hole, the burn in his cheeks, the aches in his wrists and ankles. "It's not about you."
Oh.
Oh fuck.
That was enough to send Justin over the edge yet again. His dick oozed against the leather bench, his hips twitching as he tried to press back against Dave. He opened his mouth and said... probably something?
"Fucking slut," grunted Dave. "At least you know your place. Pathetic little faggot." He spanked Justin another couple of times.
Yeah, he kind of was a slut. This still hurt, but it felt right. The man's sweaty body pressed down on him, pinning him in place as he kept on fucking.
Finally, Dave's breath sped up. Justin could feel his cock throbbing inside of him as he came. The grip in his hair tightened, rough lips pressing against Justin's ear as he growled. If Justin could cum again, he would have. As it was, he whimpered as Dave pulled out, wiping his cock on Justin's cheek.
"Get dressed," ordered Dave, kneeling down to untie Justin. "I need to shower."
Justin just nodded. He tried to get a look at what Dave had tied him down with, but the man just shoved him out of the room. It was all he could do to stumble into his pants and undies before he was practically thrown out of the front door.
With shaking hands, Justin finished getting dressed outside and grabbed his bike from where he'd left it behind the truck. He didn't trust himself to cycle while cum was still dripping out of his hole, so he stood next to his bike and walked it back towards the park. On the way, he checked his phone. Carter had sent him a few more videos which he promptly saved in chat before ducking behind some bushes to show his friend just how sore his ass was.
He'd be late getting back to Mr Roads's place, but that was fine. He figured he was going to get a spanking anyway.