For the last few weeks, I've been on the prowl for some fresh straight teenage arse. So do I just hang around on the streets, waiting for a hot straight guy to come along? Do I fuck.
Why bother, when I could just lurk on the internet and lure some innocent lad right into my clutches.

All it takes is an enticingly worded profile, a stolen female photo, and a few provocative messages to one of the legions of horny teenagers who are desperate to get their rocks off.

18 year old Carl seemed particularly innocent, rather desperate, and dim enough not to question my story one bit.

After telling Carl that I need to stop off at my 'caretaking job', I sit him down for a man to man chat about 'Emma'. It's such a delight to watch the awkward teenager squirm as I inform him I've been reading his emails to 'Emma' and ask him if he was hoping to lose his virginity to her.

Carl is too overcome with his own embarrassment to realise anything is amiss until I'm actually sitting on top of him, taping his hands and feet together. I shove a stocking over his head and tape it on, tying the end to his ankles and enjoying the disorientating fear the bondage is clearly causing him.

When he's fully restrained, I start exposing his smooth young flesh... shoes off, chest bared, pants down, and his cute little dick is there for the taking. Not even a girl has touched Carl's knob - I'm going to be his first. No wonder he's desperately trying to stop me touching it, by attempting to hold his legs shut. Time for some tender loving punishment.

I clamp his little nipples and yank the painful tightening chain until he obeys my stern commands to get his legs open and give me access to his cock and balls. He's not the brightest boy though, and it takes a few agonising tugs for the lesson to sink in.

But as fun as it is exposing his sensitive cock head for the first time, I'm far more interested in his virginal teenage arsehole. Young straight Carl shakes with terror as I lick my finger and jam it into his tight little pucker, working it in and out, eliciting grunt after grunt of distress.

"You're a sick man", mumbles Carl through his gag. It's the first thing this halfwit has got right all day.

I've got Carl all trussed up in a ball gag bridle, distorting his smooth young face and holding his feet up high and vulnerable. He seems determined not to give me the satisfaction of hearing him suffer, which I take as a challenge - time for the cane... on his feet.

After a couple of cane strokes on Carl's tender soles, he's screaming and begging through the gag, his desperate sounds making drool bubbles drip down his chin. His feet kick around, his toes curling urgently, as he tries to cope with the onslaught of agonising blows.

But I can't resist Carl's tempting bubble butt any longer - and I'm going to bust his hole wide open. A power tool mounted dildo - the perfect tool for breaking in a virgin straight arse. The mere sight of it is enough to make Carl wince in fear, and he yelps in pain when I ram it deep into his guts.

When I power the machine up, Carl's squeals and moans get louder and louder as the nefarious device pounds in and out of his arse without mercy. I turn it up faster and faster, watching his hole stretched to the maximum - and despite his best efforts to wriggle free from the intrusion, Carl can't move an inch. His body is held secure by the ropes as the hard, heavy machinery deeply plunders his arse.

As a final touch, I take the flowers he was going to give to 'my daughter' and shove them one by one up his ravaged, reddened hole. Legs spread, head strapped to his ankles, with an arseful of flowers, the helpless teenager is now little more than a sadist's plaything.