Author: Ely Vanity Title: I Don't Want to Hear Your Lies 01 Part: 1 Summary: When a seven-year-old boy tells his mother that a man has been touching him 'down there', the response is not what he was expecting. Keywords: Mb7, ped, spank, reluc, diaper, sissy Obligatory Disclaimer and notes about the story - This story is fictional. None of these people are real and none of this happened. I do not advocate or condone any of the actions in this story. If it is not legal for your to read this, than don't read it. Please send any comments or feedback to me at elyvanity at safe-mail.net All my stories: /~ElyVanity/ I Don't Want to Hear Your Lies 01 by Ely Vanity “Shut up! I don't want to hear your lies,” said Cynthia Robbins, right before she slapped her seven-year-old son, Aiden, across the face. She continued to yell at the scared little boy, “Jack takes good care of us. He is a good man. He wouldn't do anything like that. You shouldn't be telling lies like that about him! Do you understand me?” Aiden was confused and he started to cry. He didn't understand why his mother was mad at him. It didn't make any sense to the seven year old. Earlier that day at school he had been told that he was to tell an adult he trusted if anyone ever touched him 'in his bathing suit area' and told him to keep it secret, and yet when he told his mother about that Mr. Andersen had been touching him there, she started yelling at him and accusing him of lying. Also she was contradicting what his teachers said about telling someone about it. “But mommy,” he started to say before she cut him off by grabbing his arm and dragging him behind her as she walked into the kitchen of their mobile home. “NO! Mommy, NO! I'm sorry mommy,” he blubbered in his high pitched lisping voice as he realized what was about to happen. He knew what was coming even before his mother reached into the drawer and pulled out the wooden spoon. She pushed the small boy up against the counter. Aiden had only recently reached four feet in height, and he only weighed forty-five pounds. Cynthia was not a large woman but she was still over a foot taller than her soon and outweighed him by sixty pounds so she was able to manhandle the boy easily. She reared back and started spanking his ass through his white basketball style shorts as she yelled questions at him. “Do you like watching movies on our new TV?” “Yes mommy,” he said between his sobs and cries of pain, tears streaming down his face from his green eyes. His ass stung from the blows of the spoon and his mind reeled with confusion at the conflicting messages from his mother and his teachers. She hit him again as she asked, “And who bought us the nice entertainment system and brings you new movies every time he visits?” “Owwww...Mister Andersen, owwww,” he choked out as she continued to work his ass over with the spoon while her other hand pinned his chest against the kitchen cabinets. She repeated alternating between beating his ass with the spoon and asking more questions, like if he enjoyed the trips to the county fair, always having food in the house, and getting to participate in extracurricular activities at his school; all things that Mr. Andersen either gave them as gifts or provided the money for them to buy. Even though he had a pair of shorts on over his underwear, she was hitting him so hard that his little ass felt like it was on fire. She only stopped when after a particularly hard blow, the spoon split in half. Aiden collapsed onto the floor crying as she stormed out of the kitchen. She went and got her phone, an expensive smartphone that had been a gift from Jack Andersen. The man also paid the monthly service plan on the phone. “Jack? It's Cynthia. Can you please come over here right away. I'm so angry with Aiden right now that I need you to come take him before I beat the boy bloody,” she said. “Certainly Cynthia, I'll be right there. If you need him out your hair for the night, he can stay with me tonight,” said Jack. “Thank you, that would probably be best,” said Cynthia. She was so upset that she didn't trust herself to say anymore, so she hung up the phone. She went and threw Aiden's pajamas, a change of clothes, and two pairs of his Goodnites into a bag then tossed the bag by the door before returning to the kitchen. “Get your sissy ass up and go to your room until Jack gets here,” she hissed at her son. Her brain was working overtime to come up with excuses for what her son had told her. The little sissy probably wanted Jack to play with his dick and fantasized the whole thing. Jack was straight, a widower that she had met at church. The pastor even introduced them. There was no way that he would do something like that. Still crying, Aiden slowly pushed himself up off the floor and shuffled off to his room. He collapsed onto his bed and cried as he frantically tried to figure out what he had done wrong. As far back as he could remember Jack had always been affectionate. Jack was always hugging, kissing and touching him, which Aiden really liked. Aiden didn't mean to make his mom upset when he told her that Jack had been touching him in his 'bathing suit area' for a few months now. It first started happening when they wrestled with their clothes on. Then one day, after Jack had 'accidentally' ripped one of Aiden's shirts, the man suggested they wrestle in their underwear so as not to ruin any more clothes. Finally, starting a few months ago, they started wrestling naked after Jack ripped a pair of Aiden's Underoos. Aiden didn't say anything after last week's lesson at school on 'Stranger Danger', because Jack wasn't a stranger. This week though, the lesson had been on 'Inappropriate Touching'. His teacher told the class that they should always tell an adult that they trusted, like a teacher or their mother, if an adult or older kid touched them in certain places, especially in the area their bathing suit covered. They were to tell even if the adult or older kids told them it was a secret. Since Jack had touched Aiden there a lot lately, Aiden figured he should tell his mother. Fortunately for Jack, Aiden had been too embarrassed about it to tell his teacher. Instead he waited till he got home and told his mother. Now though Aiden realized that he was wrong to tell his mom, although he wasn't sure why. Aiden had just stopped crying by the time Jack arrived at the Robbins' home. There was part of Jack that was always worried that Aiden would say something, but from his conversation with Cynthia, he didn't have any reason to suspect that Aiden had finally mentioned what was going on. The forty-eight-year old boylover knocked on the door of the mobile home excited about the prospect of getting to spend the night with Aiden. The boy was progressing nicely and Jack figured Aiden would be ready to start returning the touches and maybe doing more any day now. Cynthia opened the door and immediately hugged Jack. “Thank you for coming so quickly,” she said. “No problem Cynthia, anything for you and Aiden,” he said. She released him and invited him in. “What's wrong?” he asked as they sat down in the mobile home's small living room. “I don't know where he got these crazy ideas in his head Jack, but when Aiden got home from school today he started telling the most vile lies about you,” she said. Jack did his best to look concerned for Cynthia and not for himself. “What did he say?” asked Jack, a lump in his throat. “He said that his school gave him a lesson about bad touching today. He said that they told him he should tell an adult he trusted if anyone had been touching him. He said that when you two are alone together you touch him when he is naked, where his bathing suit goes, and that you touch his,” she paused for a moment before almost spitting out the last word, “penis.” “Oh Cynthia, I hope you weren't too hard on the boy. That lesson at school probably just confused him. Of course I touch him down there. You know he often makes a mess in his clothes and isn't very good about cleaning himself. I've also had to clean him up in the morning when I stayed over here or he stayed at my place and he made a mess in his pull up diaper. As for touching his penis, well, the boy doesn't clean himself as well as he should, so I showed him how to clean under his foreskin. Normally that would be something a father would do, but since the boy doesn't have one, I figured I'd help him out. I'm sorry I never told you, but I didn't want to embarrass the boy,” explained Jack, speaking loudly so that Aiden could hear him if the boy was listening in. “Oh thank God. I figured it must be something like that. You have been so kind to Aiden and me, I knew you wouldn't do anything wrong. It made me so upset to hear him accuse you of doing things like that with him that I lost it and spanked him harder than I probably should have. I let him know he shouldn't be telling lies about you like that,” she said. “Well you seemed to have calmed down a bit, do you still need me to watch him for you tonight? If you do, he can spend the night at my house and I'll explain to him the difference between a stranger's bad touch and what we do, which is more like a father educating his son,” said Jack. “Yes, would you? I'm just so worked up and tense right now, I think it would be best if I had a night off from him and maybe do something to take my mind off this,” said Cynthia. “Certainly, not a problem. You look like you could use a fun night out,” said Jack, understanding what Cynthia was hinting at. He pulled out his phone and sent a text to the manager of the Dreamcatcher Rancheria, the nearby Indian casino. He then smiled at Cynthia and informed her that he'd made arrangements for her to have a comp room for the night as well as a spa day tomorrow. Unsaid was that as usual, the arrangements included paying for her meals, bar tab, and a few hundred dollars for use at the slots. “Thank you Jack, I'm so glad the Lord brought you into our lives,” said Cynthia. She had met Jack two years ago at the free community dinner that her church hosted every Wednesday night. Pastor Jones had introduced them, explaining that Jack had just recently moved to their small town. Later the pastor's wife had given her all the gossip about Jack. He was a widower that had lost his wife and young son in a car accident six months earlier. He had moved out of the city to start over without all the painful reminders of his deceased wife and son. Apparently he had received a rather large settlement from the accident, so didn't need to work anymore. He had also made a sizable donation to the church which endeared him to the pastor's wife. “So am I Cynthia. Aiden reminds me so much of my own son. Jack Junior and Aiden are or would have been the same age. Sometimes I need to remind myself that Aiden isn't my son. I can't help but think the good Lord brought us together, a man that had lost his son and a boy in need of a father,” lied Jack. He had made up the story about having lost his wife and young son. The reality was that he had made a bundle during the first “Dot Com” boom working for a tech start-up that had gotten bought out and been smart enough to cash out his stock options before the crash. Since then he moved around a few times, usually when suspicions about his activities with young boys started to surface. But he was getting better at finding boys that could be trusted, or at least mothers that were willing to look the other way. Cynthia and Aiden were exactly what he had come to this small community to find. While at the time, the boy was a little bit younger than he preferred, he was still instantly drawn to him for his potential. Aiden was small and slim for his age, but had grown to be closer to average height once he was getting better food. The boy had wild dark brown hair that contrasted nicely with his milky white skin. The boy was pretty, with delicate features, wide full red lips and a long slender nose. Even at just five years old, the boy was also obviously destined to be gay as he was a no doubt about it sissy, right down to his effeminate mannerisms and lisp. Cynthia meanwhile was exactly the type of mother he knew he could manipulate. She was religious and trusting of other religious people, yet had vices that could be exploited. Besides being greedy, she also liked to drink and gamble, having an addiction to both that had led her to being a broke single mother scraping by on food stamps, odd jobs, and the charity of others. Jack's father had been a biker that she had shacked up with for a bit. They had broken up before Aiden had been born and then later the man had been convicted for a gang related murder and was in jail for life. Jack had decided to be patient and play the long game with the pair after he had spied them at the church. He let slip the story about having lost his wife and young son to the pastor, knowing that the pastor would tell his wife. Later when he let slip to the pastor's wife that Aiden reminded him of his fake dead son, she had spilled all the gossip about Cynthia and her 'weaknesses'. It didn't take long before she introduced him to Cynthia and Aiden at one of the free dinners the church provided, which Jack was attending because he had made a generous donation to the church to help support the dinners. Jack and Cynthia had dated for a few months, long enough for Jack to worm his way into their lives such that she was eager to keep him in their lives as a friend when he tearfully informed Cynthia that while he cared for her as a friend, there was a part of him that felt it would be betraying the memory of his wife to have romantic feelings for her. He apologized for having rushed back into the 'dating' scene too soon and leading her on. He told her that he still wished to remain friends and that he had grown to care for Aiden like a son, so he hoped that he could still be a part of their lives. Cynthia had been disappointed that Jack did not want to continue their romantic relationship as she enjoyed the attention and money he lavished on her. When Jack said he wanted to remain friends, she had been skeptical as she figured the gifts and attention would diminish, but instead the gifts started to increase over time as Jack used them as excuses to spend time with Cynthia and Aiden, although lately he had been spending more time with Aiden than with Cynthia. Jack was as generous with his time as he was his money. He regularly babysat Aiden while Cynthia went out on dates, or just went down to the casino to drink and gamble. The refrigerator and kitchen would always be stocked with food and a full bottle of her favorite vodka when she returned from leaving Jack alone with Aiden. Jack would take the boy on trips to the fair and nearby amusement parks on Saturdays while Cynthia slept off a night of drinking. The manager of the trailer park no longer came around hassling her for her unit's rent even though she couldn't remember the last time she gave him any money; she never directly asked Jack if he was paying her rent for her, but she knew that was the only way it could be getting paid. Slowly over the two years she had know Jack, she had become totally dependent on his generosity. So when Aiden had made his accusations against Jack that afternoon, she had panicked and taken her fear of losing all of that out on Aiden's defenseless little butt. Cynthia smiled. “Yes, I'm so grateful for you trying to make a man out of the boy. No matter how hard I try, the boy continues to be so, um, excuse my language, but a such a little faggot,” she said. Jack made himself frown so that he wouldn't break out into a smile. This was shaping up to be quite an opportunity for him. Perhaps he could exploit Cynthia's fears about the boy's sexuality to his advantage. “I know, but I think you might just have to accept that the boy is going to chose to be a homosexual. I think his comments today about me touching him are some type of homosexual fantasy. The boy might be confusing innocent touches for something, more sexual. Perhaps the boy has sinful desires that he is projecting onto our relationship. I've often caught him with his hand down the front of his pants while he is staring at me. I'm concerned he Amight be confusing his fantasies with reality. I'll take him with me tonight, but I don't know if I should really be spending any more time alone with him. He could continue to have these gay fantasies, and if he expressed them to someone that didn't know the truth, well I could end up in jail,” said Jack, deciding to see how far he could push Cynthia to blaming the boy for making things up and providing cover for him if he did more with Aiden and the boy told on him. Cynthia looked horrified at the thought of Jack going to jail. “Oh Jack, please, don't say such things. No one would believe that little liar over you! I would let them know that Aiden had a history of making up lies like this and that you were innocent. You can count on me to come to your defense. Please Jack, isn't there anything you can do to make a man out of the boy,” she begged. “I'll have to give it some thought. I'll speak with him tonight when we get back to my place. If he acts out again like this, do I have your permission to discipline him?” asked Jack. He had Cynthia right where he wanted. She would rush down to the casino to bury her worries in booze and the din of the slot machines. She would happily reinforce whatever lessons he wanted to teach Aiden. “Yes, I trust you to do whatever you feel is necessary. I just don't want to hear any more lies like that from him,” said Cynthia. Jack suppressed the urge to raise an eyebrow at her phrasing. Did she mean that whatever he did was fine by her as long as she didn't have to hear about it? “Great, is his bag packed?” asked Jack, figuring he would quit while he was ahead this evening. “Yes, it's by the door. Thank you again Jack, for everything,” she said. “No problem Cynthia. You and Aiden are like family. I'd do anything for you. I hope you know that,” said Jack. They hugged and then Jack picked up Aiden's overnight bag and went to the boy's room to fetch him. While Aiden had been busy feeling sorry for himself, he had still paid attention to the conversation in the other room. He hadn't understood all the words used, like homosexual, but he did know what 'gay' meant. His school was for kindergarten through the grade six, so some things got passed down from the older students to the younger students. One of his classmates had explained to them that 'gay' was when two men 'liked' each other in the way mommies and daddies 'liked' each other, which meant it had something to do with that mysterious topic of sex. Another classmate had chimed in that his parents said being gay was a sin. So whatever it was, Aiden figured it must be bad. The boy looked up when Jack came walking into his bedroom. Jack was a fairly average looking man. Just about six feet tall and average build, maybe weighing about a hundred and eighty pounds. He had a typical dad body, as he watched what he ate and got some exercise but still drank some and didn't sweat every calorie. He had black hair with just a touch of gray at the temples. He stood over Aiden, then reached down and stroked the boy's soft brown hair, “Aiden, come on, we're going to my house tonight.” Aiden looked up, his eyes were puffy and his nose was runny. “I'm sorry,” he sniffled. “Shhh, I know you're sorry Aid. It's going to be okay. We'll talk about it on the way to my house. Come on, get up and let's go,” said Jack as he rubbed the boy's back. Aiden sniffled a few more times and wiped his nose on the sleeve of his t-shirt. He got up off the bed and followed Jack out of the room. When he went into the living room, his mother motioned him over to her. “Aiden, I'm sorry I hit you so hard earlier, but you can't go around saying things like that about Mister Andersen. You understand?” asked Cynthia. Aiden nodded, “Yes mommy. I'm sorry.” She leaned in and kissed his forehead, “Okay. You are going to go stay with him tonight. You do what he says and be a good boy for him.” With their goodbyes said, Jack left with the young boy in tow. They got into Jack's Porsche and headed to Jack's house. While he steered the small sports car with one hand, Jack reached over and put his hand on Aiden's leg, just above the knee, but below the leg of the boy's shorts. He gently rubbed his hand up and down the boy's milky white leg, his fingertips caressing the boy's inner thigh. “So Aiden, what happened at school today?” he asked. Jack listened patiently as Aiden told him about the lesson that had been given by the school counselor and his teacher to his second grade class. Aiden did his best to remember what had been said about how some adults and older kids will try to trick them into doing things that made them feel uncomfortable. How when adults asked kids to keep secrets that it was usually a bad thing, and they should tell an adult they trusted about it. The teacher had also told them that it was wrong for other people to touch the kids in the area their swimsuits covered. Jack almost started to feel sorry for how badly Aiden felt when he started crying while telling him about his mother getting upset at him for doing what his teacher said. “Thank you for telling me about this Aiden. I wish you had talked to me about this first. I thought I was someone you trusted. It is better if you talk to me first about things like this, I can help you and make sure you don't do anything to upset your mother like that. I would have let you know that while your teacher is right about not letting adults or older kids trick you, sometimes it is okay to keep secrets. You wouldn't want me to tell the other kids that you still wet your bed at night sometimes would you? Isn't that a secret that involves your swimsuit area that you would want to keep secret?” asked Jack. Aiden looked terrified at the thought of his classmates being told about his bed-wetting. There was another boy in his class, Jordan, that also had problems wetting the bed. Jordan's older brother, Hunter, was in the sixth grade and had told his friends about his little brother wetting the bed. The fact that Jordan wet his bed quickly spread around to all the kids at the school. They started openly making fun of Jordan until the teachers made them stop. But even after being warned to not treat Jordan any differently, none of the other kids would hang out with Jordan at recess, and they would make comments like “It smells like pee,” whenever Jordan walked by and the teachers were out of earshot. Aiden didn't want that to happen to him. “Please don't tell on me. I'm sorry,” begged Aiden. He told Jack about his classmate Jordan and how everyone made fun of him and no one would be friends with him anymore. “I don't want to be like Jordan,” pleaded Aiden. Jack kept stroking the boy's thigh as they talked, moving his hand further up each time, under the boy's shorts, until his pinky finger was brushing up against Aiden's cotton covered ball sack. “I won't tell anyone Aiden. I can keep a secret. I thought you could too, but maybe I was wrong,” said Jack with an exaggerated sigh. “I can too keep a secret! I won't tell anyone, no matter what my teachers say,” said Aiden, desperate to please Jack. Jack squeezed the boy's thigh where it met his groin. “Hmm, we'll see,” he said