Tease his body

You crouch down again beside his basket and lay a hand on his leg. He stirs, his plump lips trembling round the gag. You're very gentle, letting your rough fingers slip along his skin as they travel up towards his pelvis. His inner thighs are deliciously soft and you take a moment to squeeze a sliver of plump flesh in a gentle grip. He shivers again, but doesn't wake. Doe seems to be a very deep sleeper, which is perfect for your naughty fun and games.

Your wandering hand drifts towards his tiny little dick. It's soft right now and even cuter for it, but you want your pretty toy to wake already hard so you can bully and tease him. You don't touch the tiny thing, already conditioning the boy to the cruel fact that no-one ever will again until the day you tire of him and set him free. Instead you rub at the sensitive skin around it, teasing his pelvis and the sliver of flesh beneath his little hairless sack.

Meanwhile, your other hand settles on his butt. You gently pull one of his soft cheeks to the side. That gives you enough space to work a finger between those two soft mounds. You focus on his tight little butthole, rubbing your finger round and over that tense ring of muscle. Not working it inside just yet, you definitely want him awake when you do that for the first time. Instead you just tease him, trying to build the connection in his sleeping mind between his butt and the pleasurable sensations your fingers are giving him.

Sure enough, you watch in satisfaction as his tiny cock twitches and stiffens. It takes only seconds to reach its full, unimpressive size, and you smirk coldly at the little drop of pearly pre-cum collecting on the tip. You continue a little longer, until the little pink head looks swollen and hot, then you withdraw your hands. Time for Doe to wake, and he's going to do so in much the same manner as he'll be spending a lot of time today. With your palm cracking across his plump, delicious butt.

You draw your hand back, then smack him hard. With a squeal of pain muffled by the gag, the boy struggles in the little basket, his arms and legs trying to pull away before the cuffs draw tight and keep them where they are. His eyes are open, wide with shock and confusion. They flicker to your face, and for a moment he doesn't seem to remember who you are. Then it all comes rushing back, and the look of misery that crosses his pretty face makes your pussy ache.

"Morning, pet." You sneer down at him.