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.

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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