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10½ year-old Caezer had a plan; maybe not a good plan — it wasn't — but it was a simple one.
Tanned, with thick, dirty blonde, wavy hair adorned with a head-band featuring a pair of stubby goat horns (for this special occasion), and a chunky gold chain hanging around his neck — Caezer was a sight to behold when he was engaged in his greatest passion.
That being kneeling in front of another male — he had very little care who that would be — and draining their balls of their delicious contents.
The idea to raise money for boys who were less fortunate than himself was the simplest part; executing the plan took more preparation, and ultimately, lead him down a path he didn’t quite expect.
He knew that some boys can't even afford the bus fare to get to the local transport interchange; missing out on the place where the real horny bastards congregate. The kind of horny bastard so desperate for a simple blowjob, he'd pay way over the odds for it.
Caezer had made as much money as he would've for a night-long rough fuck session in a few minutes there on many occasions from some guy who wanted a pair of small, soft lips around his knob, regardless of their possessors sex. Getting the dirty old men — and the younger cleaner men and boys too — to give whatever they felt like to charity for the perverted, and exciting, deeds that would perform on him was easy.
Caezer chose the location carefully — far enough away from the beaten path, so the gathering of men would not be disturbed, but also close enough to encourage the maximum about of participants to attend.
Seldomly used by regular park-goers, a partially abandoned toilet block at the edge of the local park sufficed; known to the locals as a place to take a boy for a quick suck or shag, and distinctive enough, so that interested parties could surmise its new purpose.
The place smelled of stale piss and old cum; the sort of smell that told an aficionado of illicit man-boy sex that they were in for a good time, and told novices from both ends of the age range that they were about to experience something they could never prepare themselves for.
There was a choice of cubicles prepared for use by shier visitors; each with a set of holes carved between the partitions, set at varying intervals and heights, to allow males of all statures to have a place to stick their dicks through.
Caezer had made some preparations beforehand: lugging a rough-surface, plastic, foldable table — the best he could get at short notice — into the grimy-tiled facilities, setting it up as a makeshift platform for himself to be molested on, over, and against.
Notifications were sent out over covert channels to the network of his fuck-buddies, their fuck-buddies, and even fuck-buddies twice-removed. Caezer expected a modest turn-out, perhaps a dozen men and boys to take part in his philanthropic endeavour.
The first to arrive was a regular, who was more than happy to sample Caezer’s skilled fellatio and leave a modest donation — both in the money pot for charity, and a more substantial creamy deposit across the boy’s tongue.
A newcomer took the man’s place, quickly followed by another, then a third; the last two having to temporarily settle for simultaneous hand-jobs to keep them in the mood.
During a particularly vigorous throat-fucking Caezer was receiving, the younger teen — with an unusually long and thin cock that tickled his tonsils — forcefully grasped the sides of the 10½ year-old’s head, muffling the excited chatter of the growing crowd.
After gulping down an impressive, but still slightly watery, load, Caezer discovered that the gathered men and boys were vying from a chance to take his virginity. Unluckily for the less season folks in the crowd, that honour had already been taken by the ringleader the auction.
As the bidding intensified, and he was distracted by another dick been shoved past his pink and puffy lips, Caezer lost track of the frenzied bidding for first dibs on his tight pucker.
A roar of triumph filled the tiled room as a tall, muscular, dark-skinned man raised his fist in victory. Out of the corner of his eyes, Caezer got the briefest glimpse of the man’s long and hard cock.
Exactly how long and hard it was, Caezer discovered a moment later as it was thrust unceremoniously into his welcoming hole. It was obvious to Caezer that the man was no stranger to boy-fucking, as his dark hands took hold of the thin young boy’s hip and pulled his back bodily, impaling Caezer on the pulsing prick.
The man had barely finished cumming before a second dick was thrust, balls-deep into Caezer, and the lad caught snippets of conversation around him. Apparently, the bidding was still underway, as a small crowd attempted to out-bid one another, eager to bump up their position in the rather long line forming to fuck the already well-seeded lad.
A shorter teenager had to grab hold of Caezer’s balls to give himself the leverage to deep fuck charitable lad, causing him to cry out in pain. At the precise moment, the Asian teen ramming his dick into Caezer’s mouth pushed deeper, making the tanned boy gag on the throbbing cock.
Perhaps if Caezer has a little more self-control during a lull in the queue to get sucked off, and not reached down to satisfy the lust growing in his small, but iron-hard boy-nail, a second auction might not have begun.
A stern grip from an older gentleman hand restrained Caezer’s wrist, and the other produced a small metal chastity device with an engraved logo reading ‘NEC’ from his trousers pocket. With a swiftness that indicated the man’s proficiency and proclivity to cage wayward boys’ most precious assets, Caezer’s ability to relieve himself was robbed from him in mere seconds.
The apparent key to his boyhood seemed to generate an even more feverish round of bidding. In the end, a starry-eyed and flush-faced boy with a slightly mischievous grin — who could have only been a year-or-so older that Caezer — pocketed the only route to the boy’s imprisoned cocklet freedom.
In a moment of relief — that was quickly and expertly dashed — someone in the now sizeable crowd noted that it was a pity that Caezer’s dick would not see any action. An enterprising, middle-aged man announced that he had come prepared for such an eventuality.
Straining to see the man’s proposed solution from his prone position, Caezer could only see a flat leather case being unzipped, and a number of shiny lengths of rounded metal glimmering in the toilet block’s harsh fluorescent light. He did not need to see them though, as a moment later, he felt the smooth steel rod parting his piss-slit, being pushed down the length of his urethra, and becoming lodged his trapped cocklet.
A heavily tattooed man offered the suggestion that Caezer looker exceptionally hot with the metal sounding rod sliding in-and-out of boy’s dick, and he would look hotter with a little more metal work. The man with the head of his fat knob current resting in Caezer’s throat agreed, adding that a good starting-point would be a tongue piercing.
Caezer’s next boy to be sucked, a pre-teen lad from the year below him at school, agreed wholeheartedly as the silver ball danced along the underside of his little, cut willy. This was the boy’s first experience of anything remotely sexual with another person, having been forced to tag along with his older brother.
At this point in the proceedings, Caezer’s throat was getting sore from all the vigorous cocksucking he had done. He croaked out that he would like a quick reprieve to have a drink, when someone in the crowd encouraged the young boy he had just sucked to piss in Caezer’s mouth.
The little dick quickly reentered and let forth a stream of bitter and salty liquid that Caezer had no choice but to swallow, unless he wanted to drown. The boy let out a contented sigh as he shook the last drops from the tip of his dicklet onto Caezer’s face.
The older brother, who along with a young man, had taken to having his own fun while waiting for Caezer to be available, sighed as his own ass was flooded with his fellow patron’s spunk. Roughly pushing his younger sibling out of the way, he sat astride Caezer’s face, planting his gaping and leaking whole over the fundraiser’s mouth.
Caezer’s tongue darted inside, tasting a heady mix of ass juice and cum. The teen above him moaned and gasped as the boy’s new piercing strummed the wrinkles of the presented starfish. Caezer’s freshly pierced nipples with doused with thick and potent teenage spunk, as the boy’s tongue plumbed the depths of the teen above him, searching for the last remnants of cum.
As fatigue began to consume him, Caezer’s enthusiasm for giving blowjobs waned, becoming increasing more perfunctory. Unfortunately for the lad, his lacklustre performance prompted the disappointed recipient to encourage the other attendees who were underwhelmed by Caezer’s enthusiasm to join him in punishing the boy.
The boy, to his credit, managed to squeak out — between a savage thrust up his arse, a particularly deep probing of the sounding rod, and the head of a short and rather smelly dick entering his mouth — that they should probably donate first.
Caezer heard the whoosh of the leather belt, and the sound of its impact of his taut, pale, cum-streaked belly before he felt it. Stinging, burning, and oddly thrilling, a second blow followed the first, then a second, moments after the first, joined soon by a third.
Each time any of the crowd thought that Caezer was giving less than his all, another strike from a leather belt marked his slim frame, long and wide stripes of reddened skin, crisscrossing his young body.
Every time a blow landed, the strange arousing pain seemed to burst through Caezer’s body like electricity, invariably attracted to his caged and throbbing dick, as if it acted like a lightning rod.
In a last ditch effort to wring the most out of Caezer in his final moments of lucidity, a man dressed head-to-toe in leather produced a small brown bottle. Caezer initially refused to inhale the chemical aroma of the Poppers, until one enterprising young man tickled the soles of the boy’s feet.
Guffawing and gasping for air, Caezer had no choice but to breathe in great lungfuls of the Poppers. A new energy flowed through him as his boy-nail hardened in its cage, his blowjobs became more passionate, and his reddened hole loosened to allowing the exploration of its deepest depths.
As the numbers in the toilet block dwindled, and the hour grew late, Caezer rose from his position on the table, sore but satisfied to give the instigator of the auction to cage his cock one last blowjob, in an effort to earn his freedom. He was not successful.
A short time later, and a long way away, the televised appeal for the Kids in Distress charity was reaching its final hours.
“I think we’ve got time for one last donation before the break, folks,” the presenter with an exaggerated smile and obvious dental work said.
Projected on the screen behind him was an image of Caezer.
Grinning, but with a slight vacant look to his face and an odd glassiness to his eyes, Caezer stood, making victory signs with both hands, and sticking out his pierced tongue, the sliver ball glinting in the toilet block’s artificial light. His nipple piercings stood out against the vivid red lines across his torso, now edged with purple bruising.
Although it was a still photo, the audience could imagine the throbbing of his little caged cock, due to the slight blurring of the sound still proudly planted in his shaft. Streaks of cum of all thicknesses and constitutions could be seen streaming down his inner thighs and claves, forming a congealed puddle at his bare feet.
“And the amount that out brave, young fundraiser has collected is…”
There was a hushed pause as number appeared on the screen, superimposed over Caezer’s chest.
“£143.67,” the presenter announced, “well, at least you get an ‘A’ for effort, kid. Now, a word from our sponsors: Never Escape Cages.”