Chapter 3

"Sorry for earlier, babe, I guess I just got too stressed from work," she made to leave Matthew and head to her home.

"Alright... If you need something, let me know, alright? Work was also exhausting, so I'll call it a day and sleep."

"Sure, of course," was all that she could answer with. As she slipped through the corridor, having redressed and prepared herself to go home, the feeling inside her was a chaotic mess. She'd heard of drug addicts, alcoholics and more, the wreckage they left in every aspect of their life, when given an impossible fix. For them, drugs served as the medicine; for Sarah, her salvation would come at the price of that juvenile little scamp, so desperate for a fill of virility.

Of course, there he was: lounged back on his couch like it was a recliner. "Hey there," came the boy's smug face. He sat there, barely even turning, lifting only the left side of his face from where it had been resting.

"Shut up," was all Sarah could manage. She hoped to get him off her mind as fast as possible and rushed for her stuff, wondering what had gotten into her mind.

"But it's too soon to leave, Miss Sarah. What about my turn?"

This fucking brat, always pushing his luck. What the hell, she wasn't expecting a sixth grader to pull some nerve like that, his mind growing lecherous and shameless just as fast as that stupid pec pump.

She wanted to lunge for him, both in anger and lust, perhaps with enough restraint not to start ripping out his skin. "Listen up, this isn't how things work. I don't take orders from kids," Sarah folded her arms in exasperation. Her attitude wasn't about to last that long: her fists were trembling, angry and desperate. She couldn't last much longer.

He knew, didn't he. He fucking knew. Sarah wasn't sure if she wanted to laugh or strangle the living shit out of the child, feeling the balance of control flip entirely in favour of that underaged hunk.

"And yet here you are," he taunted, and stood to meet her. Sarah barely believed the words that came out next: "Are you sure you're not a pedo, because, oops, you seem to be shaking."

That fucking kid knew that her mind was afire, and was poking fun at her for it. He raised a brow in question. "Am I wrong?" Chase smirked, meeting her eyes with a brief glint of mischief.

Sarah fought herself from making her intent plain on her face. She couldn't be called a pedo. She wasn't. She shook her head.

Chase had risen off the couch. That shirt was stretching tighter and tighter with every shift of his torso. Just behind those thin sleeves, that blue undershirt seemed primed to explode the seams at any moment. God, that wide, imposing physique, already broad and well packed, his veins peeking their way along the biceps, each thick and twisted with sinewy pressure, popping from the upper arms. His chest ballooning and bumping out the front of the collar and the sleeves, barely able to restrain that squashed expanse of muscle.

The boy glanced at his sleeves. "My top's getting pretty snug again, y'know," he explained, before puffing up his pecs and posing to prove the point. He'd raised his shoulders in a tense bunch, squared off with an edge, his massive shoulders bulging the same. She could almost taste those fucking twinges in his triceps as it expanded wider. That was one thick slab, a rising, churning, rippling mess of muscle. His shoulders could cut the sharpest corners with those striking joints. He'd raised an arm and pointed out his sleeve, following a line down from the seams. "Don't the sleeves fit me tight? Feel it out."

God, no, no fucking way. A child his age had no fucking reason, no matter how toned or big he was, to ever even flaunt his body like that, much less with such... sensuality. That little motherfucker knew how much of an effect he was having, his licks of confidence tearing up her libido. She was being held at a standstill by a kid!

The heat returned and began spreading like wildfire. Her pussy was melting inside the jeans and panties. She could hardly feel the warmth, instead struck with the moist wetness that dripped down her inner leg and soaked the garment. Fuck, she'd loved to, once, a simple quick taste of what the kid was offering…

She clenched her legs, beginning to press against her mound and massage the button of her clit. Her lust was skyrocketing. "Huh, whatever are you doing now?" he questioned aloud. "Did that get you turned on, huh?"

Sarah gritted her teeth, her breath quivered in a broken trail. Her own tongue began to lash between her jaws. Damn, this was insane. Was her heart stopping because she was considering sex with a minor?! "Look, look," she tried explaining through the breaths. "I'm a busy, adult woman. You're a child. We can't..."

He walked forward, a solid thump followed after every step. Every goddamn footstep was another pulse from her womanhood. Fuck, she couldn't explain. The sheer size of him was striking: the width of his shoulders was huge and thick, the bulges prominent and outright intimidating. Fuck, she wanted to be ploughed hard, now more than ever, having become a bitch in heat for a child.

"How about a little payment, then?" the boy suggested, hands crossed behind his head. Sarah could not resist any longer. "Go ahead, you can touch it. Let's call this a business deal, hm?" he laughed as her mind could not resist.

Her feet drew her to the child. Her breath was beginning to flow faster and heavier. The shape in his underwear was immense. It was fucking huge, far bigger than anything else his age, even beyond her own boyfriend, and it wasn't even close to being erect! This goddamned child, this impish demon, was a pure specimen, growing better by the second.

It was swelling, growing tight. God, the thought of him unsheathing was tempting as hell, watching as his rod came out in full fucking view, but she'd save that for later: the kid had another piece of meat, a sweet, succulent steak that she couldn't stop drooling over, wishing that she could suck and gorge herself on it.

What the fuck was wrong with her? Here she was, on her knees, bowing in reverence of a kid who hadn't even finished primary school. This was wrong, but goddamnit her body was melting just at the thought of it.

A drop of her nectar fell. "You like it that much, do you, you fucking pedophile?"

Chase tugged at the underwear, keeping the weight in check as it rested on his groin. "Hey, get ready for this."

"God, yes, take it off!" she whined. A pedo was all she'd become for this experience.

She grabbed hold of the waistband with both hands. What a sight. She gasped at how far his penis hung down. This boy, just a child, was already better than any man, in every possible regard, his body a total hunk, built with brawn and strength, and now his dick was not even erect and still far longer than her boyfriend's. This boy was a natural giant, in the most intimate place, and it was calling her name.

It was heavy, bigger than anything she'd ever held, just like his traps and arms and delts. "Well? Ready for a little suck?" he grunted, not even losing a note of that husky, commanding tone, while still retaining a childlike demeanour. "Get me excited, so I can fuck you."

Sarah wanted to shout, to complain. Instead, she heard her own voice respond. "Fine... just give me a chance," her desire outweighed her rationale, and so she complied. She'd suck out this load in the best damn blowjob he'd ever given, all in the service of a preteen hunk of a boy with a fucking monster cock. She was dripping, oozing hot juices, with every command the child made.

She felt an impenetrable, tight grip grab hold of the back of her scalp. A hand reached for her and forced her onto her knees, dragging her on all fours. She knew that even the ground was nothing to a boy this age, whose every action was demanding her subservience. This was it, Chase was a child, and she didn't care, because she was his bitch now.

"Sure, and make it good," he encouraged, stroking her head, mingling a brutal and rough treatment with a more tender sensation.

Even if she wanted not to, his unsurmountable strength was holding her in place and so she swallowed up that girth. That enormous fucking boydick was slamming down her throat. It was stretching her gullet like an anaconda. Fuck, her air was cut off, her gags were raw and dry, but the feel of it pulsing from the slightest motion of her tongue drove her mad. She couldn't stop!

Sarah began moving and swallowing him. Her gag was cutting deep, but she was fine, fine to continue being the slave for that virility. She could no longer see herself with Matthew: only a preteen's cock could satisfy her from now on. "I knew it. Pedos always have the best mouths, ready and eager and desperate to serve the little boys that populate their heads and hearts," he chided, with all the maturity of a child yet speaking like a full grown adult man, spurning her for the disgusting act she was performing, with all the vigor no adult partner could ever provide her, his hips snapping up in a fucking machine, slapping her cheeks in a flurry.

Chase fucked her mouth with all the abandon of an animal, slamming her face and sending her nerves in a storm with that absolutely powerful member. Sarah's jaws ached and her neck throbbed, the intense soreness becoming too much. Each and every ounce of the cum ejected from this preteen felt magnified, unbearably overwhelming the entirety of her throat.

The young boy didn't seem tired and pushed deeper. His heavy frame loomed large as her gaze was cast upon those muscles and bulges, his fat and chiselled biceps bulging, that ridiculously powerful upper body rippling. There they were, those neck muscles, and they flexed in a fit of brawn, throbbing beneath a coating of sweat, straining from the constant movement. Sarah looked with arousal, every pump from a stretch of those traps bounced and throbbed their mass. Each time, she watched, nearly in a daze, as they bulged and stiffened with the greatest force a child could possibly generate.

She stared wide, like the slut she'd become. She couldn't even recall the moment he had started releasing half a litre of cum into her stomach. Her senses were going awash. Her focus and thoughts were leaving her, drifting away in ecstasy. It didn't feel real: her body wasn't even responding with any shock to the notion, having slipped too deep in a spiral. "Make me your whore!" she began screaming.

She could hardly believe herself, having changed into such a disgusting whore of a woman. She would allow a child's cock, with all the virility and sexual prowess her boyfriend could ever not accomplish, fuck her up to heaven. How the hell could any mother possibly raise a kid and wish to leave him anywhere close to her?

Her pussy was a wringing, clutching, uncontrollable mess, pleading and begging to get ravaged, an unstoppable wreck. The thoughts swirled her head in an absolute erotic frenzy. Her legs twitched with excitement. Her limbs and mouth were shaking. She wanted the boy to ream and plough and destroy her, wishing her brains and every fucking thought and identity was gone. All she wished for now was a brute of a preteen to get impaled by, let no doubt be cast that she was a pedophile.

There it was. Every motion the boy made seemed amplified to new heights, all from the power contained in that great frame. It was an incredible feeling, looking up to see the tremendous build of the man who had taken her. God, the entire torso stretched the shirt with incredible width, the lines of his shoulders stretching and flattening the shirt with impossible musculature, each and every rise in the triceps surging wider in his pumping, and every single, long-running indent on the biceps stretched with a pulsating, rock-hard bump that cut the entire stretch of his sleeves.

No man in their right minds could measure up to the child's physique, bulging in an extremely strong frame, bulging muscles with far better quality than any adult musclehead, an impressive expanse of build that spanned the widest breadth from his neck to the tightest cut from the hips, his shoulder to waist ratio impossible to believe. Every line, bulge and mound swelled and grew harder by the moment, more than she would've ever imagined could've come from a child, an indescribable mass and build like nothing she could ever witness.

Her eyes focused on every detail, admiring and latching onto those amazing pecs. Fuck, they were gigantic, packed with big and strong, heavy tissue that stuck out to make his build an absolutely striking sight: an exquisite sight of rounding and bouncing slabs of muscle, squeezing and locking out all around. The wide slabs of his trapezius and latissimus and deltoids surged into a massive frame that blocked and struck out the edges of the fabric. The sizable sleeves of his t-shirt clung on tight and tried its best not to tear apart, the front buttons struggling to hold out from giving way. She couldn't look at another man now; Chase had destroyed all her will to find pleasure elsewhere.

"Done looking yet, you filthy pedo?" the child demanded. She gurgled a response. With a grunt, she was whipped up and hoisted up against a wall, her arms and legs gripped and manoeuvred to each side, forcing her legs open wide. Sarah yelped in sensation and squeezed, hugging tight to the huge mass of boy as his chest blotted out every inch. She felt the pecs rub along the sides of her torso and along the outer grooves of her breasts. She'd become an absolute slut for him, every sensation and touch and brush of muscle on her body making her go wild. She moaned deep and long, letting go of every ounce of self-respect, growing ravenous.

Fuck, Chase's hands were on the fly of her jeans. One was slowly unclasping the zip and buttons and the other was slowly unzipping her jacket. A bit of warmth drifted to her as his arms swept along, all that size and heft passing along with a rough scrape, stripping her clothes, peeling off her skirt.

God, everything she'd found, all those absurd muscles: Chase's delts and traps and lats were surging, a noticeable stretch to that black muscle shirt. Sarah screamed. Those powerful, rock hard forearms had grasped her shirt and were shredding her clothes with an incredible, gripping grip, tearing the clothes in half. "Are you ready to get fucked now?"

Her panties were pulled down and she felt a hand caress her bottom, gripping hold. Fuck, his hold was stronger and firmer that an adult man's and he didn't even reach the mid of her torso.

With a nod of affirmation, he ripped her undergarments with a wrenching twist. Chase growled a guttural and animal roar, and it was like being hugged with two oak beams. A wet, thickened slab met her groin as it ground along her thighs and her pussy, brushing hard and then sliding along the underside. Her body became covered by his sheer bulk, dwarfed by the power of his growth.

All those thoughts left her as her senses were blanked out in an incredible, quenching sense. The child's tool slowly spread her pussy lips and the canal itself to incredible stretches. She clenched, struggling, and her pussy rippled and grew, getting more accustomed and taking in the inches, more than any size and girth she'd seen and felt, bigger, wider and far fucking lengthier than any other member her cunt could take, all coming from an 11 year old boy.

"Tighter," he huffed and grunted, letting out his hot and rugged breath onto her neck. The kid's pheromones were making her into a slut. "Don't act stupid and realise your place."

Chase thrusted against her once and sent a wave, no, a series of shocks throughout the entire channel. Holy fuck, this boy was pure strength, every push inside made her feel weak and wanting and submissive.

His hands slammed flat to the sides, below, above, a brute and primal force, making the cement give in a millimetre. Fuck, those hands and fists, coated in a clear coat of sweat, held up that pure hunk of a child with raw, chiselled muscle. Fuck! He had unbelievable strength and the boy had not even grown into it. What the hell could happen once he'd passed this tender, growing stage and blossom into the full power of his teen body? Fuck, he'd break her in a second. She'd be done in with his cock the moment she got rammed by him again and his build filled her sight. Sarah's mind was breaking, having witnessed all that power, his entire bulk, how he'd easily destroy her entire existence if she did anything to anger or betray him.

She looked upon him and a rush went straight to her cervix. That power and those muscles, from that face and his smile, that big and wide grin: the boy in front of her was everything she wanted in a man. No one would be good enough for her and if there was even a chance she could experience the child once more, she would be his completely.

Every step sent her thrashing against the walls and ceiling, creaking and chipping in. The air in her lungs flew away. There was no escape: the entire building was taking up the pounding, his torso plowing with all the weight and momentum that massive build could exert.

All she knew was a euphoria, a deep, gripping squeeze, holding fast, her back arching out to draw her stomach up, her bones crunching and muscles snapping, an impossible swell travelling from inside out. Fuck, her nerves were splayed apart from the surge in that dick and in the muscles that were hitting her.

"Cum in me!" the young woman squeaked, whimpering. Her voice sounded pathetically small.

The boy laughed as a guttural note, snorting and mumbling his chuckles, all as she was being fucked more than any adult could provide. Goddamnit. She couldn't lie; this boy was superior to an adult. She wanted his sperm and to be bred and bred, like the most common and disposable trashy slut to ever exist.

This little kid, with the face of a devil, heaved and buckled, his gigantic torso and monstrous muscles weighing her down and keeping her in place. His heaving breaths kept her at his mercy, feeling each pulse of brawn. Even when she wanted to slip away from him, from all that brute force that threatened to blow her insides up, from that superhuman, colossus build that towered over her and pressed her into a submission. It hurt her, ripping, wrenching and plowing to drive her straight into an orgasm. Fuck, she would not stop his use of her, not until he was satisfied to milk himself dry.

"Here you go, cum-whore!" He sighed with the feeling and grunted from the relief of those full, heavy balls unloading inside a bitch for a dump of a cumshot. "You pedo trash."

And here, the boy, this dominant and bratty child, was dumping load after load deep into her vagina. Fuck, this child. This goddamn child was filling her in a manner that no other partner had ever brought. A literal child had used her like a bucket. Sarah was broken. No other man, boy or adult or whatever, would match up. He'd stolen away every chance of enjoyment with his competition and every adult and older male would fail to satiate her.

"Thank me and suck me clean. And you're not allowed to swallow," he growled and gave a dismissive and dismissive snort, putting her to work. Sarah fell to her knees and began polishing, not a drop spent, not spilling an ounce on the ground. She knew her role now: Chase's property.