The Puppeteer Part 3

The puppeteer - The missing pieces

..there's nothing he could do to escape him

'There you are motherfucker..'

screaming and apologising when he drag him out

'YOU THINK YOU CAN HIDE FROM ME HUH!!? YOU THINK I CANT FIND YOU IN MY OWN FUCKING HOUSE HUH!!?'

Beggings one after another..as he beat him until he gone quiet.. wheezing on the floor with his eye and face wet in tears and blood, in the middle of passing out, or even if he passed out from one of the blows, William won't stop until he's finally content. And usually when he is in the mood.. he will rape him. Watching how he gasps, cry and beg in his helpless states, or forced awake and did the same.. trembling so hard in his fear and pain he was scared soo much, once he was done. He will leave the poor child, sobbing quietly on the floor, traumatised. Or passed out from the sex that was forced upon him.

It was satisfying for William..

Just by remembering it back he got a boner

..ah shit..

Great, now he is as hard as a rock but nothing to fuck.

He have to handle himself, he started fapping, trying to remember the desperate moans the boy had as he was forced to take his large size. How his feeble hands and fingers trying to hold, grasp him, with no strength to push his larger muscular built on top of his body. Jerking with every thrust he received. How tears building up in his eye with each pounding he had. How his small body was squeezed to the floor. And if William wanted to, he will seal his lips, taste everything in his mouth even with his blood, sucking his breath away leaving him breathless, gasping desperately and gone tighter between his forced moanings. He loved how the poor slave moan into his mouth, how he could swallow and taste him all. He love to seal those small hands on either side of his head and bite his neck, sucking everything on his skin until it bruised, biting his small nipples as he heard him cried and moan harder, watching how his fingers jerked and curls everytime he slam into him, hitting his deepest core.

And if the slave came before him in the middle of the thrusting and his body won't respond correctly anymore. William will make his body obey, he will choke him with only a single hand, large enough to grip the small neck pressing him to the floor, turning his face flush red, wetting his face even more with streaming tears and makes his saliva drools to his ear. If they would change position William will always yank him by his hair and the poor boy won't stop crying and screaming in pain everytime he shakes him or pull him so hard. And how loud he moans when he came inside of him?
So so satisfying .. he love the feelings of filling him with his juice, to mark how much he belongs to him, he even wish he could get the boy pregnant

William jerked off. Chuckling

..it's been a while doesn't it..

..I bet you must have miss this cock by now..

He wanted to hear him, he wanted to feel him. He can't wait to shove his cock into him. Oh, how much he longed for that body..

How long has it been actually?

He glance at the calender on the walls

He should already be back by-

He heard the baby cried again from the torture room. He took a deep breath and had a long sigh..

The sound of the creacking woodstairs and his heavy boot down the stairs was the only sound in the house beside the crying baby. With his heavy footsteps he open the door and check on the small baby in the dark smelly room, crying at the corner of the table he puts him on. Squeaking.