Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Trophy Buck The following is a work of fiction, meant for adults. If you are under 18, stop reading now. This work of fiction involves sexual activities between an adult man and a teenaged boy. Neither of them is a real person. If such stories offend you, stop reading now. If such stories are illegal where you live, stop reading now, do not download this story, and consider moving to a country with less repressive laws. This is something or a writing experiment. It was created by two adult authors, in the form of a text-based role play. One author (Jordan) used a third person, past tense voice, while the other (THE TEEN) wrote in first person, present tense. I hope that won't be too confusing, but editing my co-author's work didn't feel right. I welcome feedback. Email me at jordan.bradders@writeme.com -------------------------------------------------------------------------- Trophy Buck By Jordan Bradders (c)Copyright 2013 Jordan Bradders. The author reserves all rights. Permission is granted to download this story for personal use only. It may not be published in any other forum, web site or book without my prior permission. THE HUNTER: It was cold. Bitter cold. But he didn't care. He was dressed for it. Thermal underwear, three layers of shirts, insulated pants. Boots. He was ready for anything. Or so he thought. Carrying his rifle and wearing a survival backpack, he quietly moved through the dark woods on his way to his deer blind. 'GPS has been a godsend,' he thought as he consulted the device. 'Just up ahead.' He quickly climbed the tree, wanting to be in position and ready with the dawn. 'Never hurts to look around,' he thought as he pulled out his binoculars and started scanning the area. He gasped when he saw the boy. "What the fuck," he asked aloud, forgetting the need for quiet. He focused the binoculars, and confirmed his first impression. 'Naked,' he thought. He looked at the thermometer hanging from the zipper of his coat, and saw that it was well below freezing. 'He has to be dead,' he thought as he climbed down and made his way toward the clearing. He carefully scanned the area before approaching, but saw no one. 'Tied to the tree. Naked. What the fuck is this?' Taking off his glove, he lifted the boy's head and checked his carotid pulse. He was dismayed but not surprised when he didn't feel anything; but then he remembered his survival training. 'Hypothermia,' he thought. 'He could be alive with no palpable pulse.' He took off his backpack and pulled out a reflective survival blanket, which he held between himself and the boy while he cut the line binding him to the tree. Then he gathered the boy in his arms, wrapped the blanket around him, and laid him on the ground. He tucked in his arms and legs, then took out the emergency tent. A popup style, it did just that and was up and ready in seconds. Then he pulled out the survival sleeping bag, slid the boy in, and pushed him into the tent. 'Can't be more than 100 pounds,' he thought, as he started pulling off his own clothes. 'Gotta get him warm,' he said to himself as he slid in with him. He immediately started shivering as the boy's cold body pulled heat from his own. He reached out and pulled his pack and his clothes into the tent, then cloed the flap. 'God,' he thought. -~I hope I'm not laying here with a dead kid.' He was satisfied that he'd done all he could. Now, all he could do was wait ... and think. Slowly, tentatively, he moved his hands over the boy's body. 'Why would anyone do this to a kid,' he asked himself. His hand encountered some thin pubic hair, then a tiny limp dick. '13 or 14, I guess,' he thought as his cock hardened. 'What can it hurt,' he asked himself as he started thrusting between the boy's still cold thighs, and his hand gently massaged his little dick. That was why the first sign of life he detected from the previously lifeless boy was the stirring of his dick. 'Dead boy's don't get stiffies. Do they?' he asked himself. THE TEEN: I slowly awaken as I feel the heat of a man's flesh against mine. Unsure what to do I pretend to still be unconscious. Enjoying his body heat, comforted by his soothing touch. I feel his rough hands running on my body, I feel my body reacting to this strange man's touch. As my body warms, the blood flows in my body. Suddenly I feel this strange hand move along my cock and it begins to harden. "Why am I getting hard" I think to myself. Just as I am asking myself this question I feel this strangers own manhood harden against my back, just above my butt. Instinctively I start to move my hips, grinding my backside against my heroes manhood. Softly, I whisper "thank you sir...." THE HUNTER: The hunter was shocked when the boy spoke. He had been so engrossed in exploring his smooth body that he hadn't noticed him coming alive, except for that hard little pecker between his fingers. Embarrassed, he pulled his hands away and stopped the movement of his hard cock between his thighs. Stating the obvious, he said "You're awake. I thought ... I thought you were dead. You didn't ... I mean... you didn't even have a pulse. " Looking around, he said "I ... you were so cold ... I ... umm ... I couldn't think of any other way to warm you up." He noticed that the boy was still hard, and that he hadn't actually pulled away from his cock, which was still jutting between his thighs. "I know this might seem ... umm ... weird ... but you don't have any clothes, and I think it's still too cold for me to leave you here while I get something for you to wear. I think we'd better stay like this until it's warmer." "How'd you end up put here? What happened? Where are your clothes? Who did this to you?" THE TEEN: "Thank you Mister" I said softly, "You feel so warm". Embarrassed at how hard my cock has gotten I don't even notice yours pressing against me until you shift and I feel it slip against my back, resting between my ass cheeks but not slipping inside. I'm so thankful for your help though that I don't say anything. Still weak, I say softly "I don't know how I got there sir or where my clothes are. I remember coming out to the mountain to camp with my friends and I went to bed and woke up out there. Then the next thing I know I'm here.....with you sir. Where am I anyway?" I shift a little nervously as I feel your cock hardening between my cheeks. I can feel your lightly nothing your hips as I talk. Unsure of what in feeling, I don't say anything. Just looking at the walls of the tent. THE HUNTER: The hunter thought about what he was hearing. 'Left for dead, by people he thought were friends.' He felt sorry for the boy, but he was feeling other things, as well. More primal urges. He moved his hands back down to the boy's cock, a bit more confident now that nobody was going to come looking for him. 'Not just yet,' he thought. He stroked the boy's already hard cock, caressing it, exploring around it and finding only the soft, sparse hair of a young boy. His body was smooth like a girl's, but his cock ... he was definitely not a girl. Gripping the shaft in one hand, he stroked it with his thumb while he moved his other over the boy's body and face. His voice thick with desire, he whispered "What's your name, boy?" as he thrust his long, thick cock between his thighs, careful to keep it away from his anus. 'For now,' he thought. 'Until I get him back to the cabin.' THE TEEN: "It...it's Jason Mister." Involuntarily letting out a soft moan afterwards as you continue to play with my cock. I feel my hips begin to move again against your hand. I feel a bit of precum start to ooze out the tip of my young cock. "Um Mister....uh wh wh what's yourrrr name?" THE HUNTER: The hunter felt the boy's body responding, so continued to explore. He pressed against the flat bit if skin between is anus and his scrotum as he rubbed his thumb over the head of his little cock. He smiled when he felt the slick precum under his thumb, then brought it to his mouth to taste it. He whispered "You taste sweet, Jason. Are you sweet? " He went back to rubbing the hard little cock, as he slipped his finger a bit further, exploring the area around his anus, but still not pushing into him. "My name's Jackson. It's good I came along when I did, Jason, or you'd be a Popsicle. A really cute Popsicle. Pressing the head of his huge cock against the boy's tiny anus, he continued to talk. "I thought you were dead when I found you. I guess it's lucky I knew to try to warm you up." He rubbed the head of his cock through the channel between the boy's ass cheeks, while at the same time tugging at his hard cock. "I'm gonna keep on warming you up for a while, then I'll go and gets some winter gear for you so we can get you out of here. "Does that sound good? I'll get you somewhere warm and safe; then you can tell me about the friends who left you out here like this." Continuing his relentless stroking and rubbing of the boy's hard little cock, he went back to thrusting his hard cock between his thighs so that with each thrust his cockhead rubbed the boy's taint and scrotum. Whispering, he asked "Does this feel good?" THE TEEN: "I was so lucky you found me Mister, I don't know what would happen if you hadn't warmed me up." Swallowing hard as I let out another soft moan when I feel your cock against my anus. "That feels really nice sir, um I've never felt like this before." I start moaning more frequently as my cock gets closer to the edge. My hips start to trust regularly as my impending orgasm builds. Breathing harder and harder, my cock dripping precum all over your stroking hand. I also feel your cockhead also getting moist between my thighs as you start to trust faster. "Please don't stop Mister Jackson" I moan loudly THE HUNTER: 'Yes. I was lucky, too,' he thought as he continued his exploration of the boy's compact body. Aloud, he said "Yes, you were, Jason. When I get you someplace warm, I want you to tell me about your friends." He could feel the boy's body responding, building to a shuddering climax. But he wasn't ready for that. "Not yet," he whispered as he pinched the head of the boy's cock between thumb and forefinger, not to hurt him, but to stop his orgasm. His voice husky with desire, he said "Don't worry, boy. I'll take good care of you. But not here. I want you safe and warm first." He turned his head and kissed his cheek. "The sun is up. I'm going to leave you here in the tent. As much as I might enjoy watching you walk around naked, it's too cold out for that. I'm going to get some clothes from my truck. I think I have some stuff my nephew left behind on our last trip that'll fit you. You just stay quiet. I should be back within a half-hour." He took off his watch and gave it to him. "Here. So you can keep track. Curl up in the sleeping bag, and try to keep warm. I'll be back as fast as I can." He climbed out of the tent, naked, pulling his clothes out with him, and dressed quickly. The cold was brutal, and he couldn't imagine how the boy had survived. 'He's a tough little guy,' he thought as he pulled on his coat. He stuck his head in the opening and said "30 minutes, tops. Hang in there, Jason." Then he zipped up the tent and was gone. THE TEEN: I sigh when you stop my orgasm, but know you're looking out for me. "Thank you sir, I appreciate everything you've done for me. Please hurry back though sir, I'm scared." As you crawl out of the sleeping bag, I catch a glimpse of your hard cock before you dress. My eyes entranced by the size of yours compared to mine. At the same time, your naked body seems to only make mine even harder. As he leaves, I feel empty and alone without him. Longing for his touch, his warmth, his hard cock pressing against me, his cum leaking against my body. I feel lost without my hero and I want nothing but to please him in every way...... THE HUNTER: Jackson jogged back to his truck as quickly as he could, and was pleased to see that there were no other vehicles at the trailhead. He quickly unloaded his rifle, hung it in the rack, and locked it in place. Then he rooted around behind the back seat until he found the small gym bag containing the "city clothes" his nephew had been wearing when he showed up for their camping trip, several months before. A powerful odor wafted from the bag, but he didn't think his new friend would mind. Then he found the extra coat he carried in case the one he was wearing got wet, and prepared to leave. He'd only gone a few steps when he thought of one more thing he could do. Returning to the truck, he pulled off the ignition key and started the engine, then used another key to lock the door. 'This way,' he thought, 'the truck'll be toasty warm by the time I get the boy out here.' Not burdened with his rifle or backpack, he made it back to the clearing much faster. He announced himself as he approached the tent, not wanting to scare the boy. "I'm back, Jason. Stay in there." He opened the zipper on the tent only as far as necessary to slip in the small bag of clothing. He wasn't surprised when the boy didn't even comment on the smell as he dressed. He was tempted to peek in, but was sure he'd be seeing plenty of the boy's naked body very soon. When the boy was dressed, he opened the zipper the rest of the way and handed in the coat. As soon as the boy was out of the tent, he pulled out the survival blanket and sleeping bag, then "struck" the tent, which in this case meant twisting it in his hands until it returned to its disk shape. He pushed the sleeping bag into his coat then wrapped the survival blanket around the boy. Hugging him close, he asked "You OK, Jason? You gonna be able to walk out of here?" The boy didn't weigh as much as the last deer he'd shot, so he knew he could carry him out if he had to. But he also knew it would be quicker if he could walk. THE TEEN: Jason hugged his hero tightly once he emerged from the tent. By instinct, he gave him a quick kiss on the cheek as well. "I can walk Mr Jackson." Holding your hand tightly, we walk quickly to his truck. The whole time, I stare up at my hero. Idolizing my hero for not only saving me, but showing me pleasure I've never seen as well. As we reach his truck, he helps me up and in before getting in himself. As he climbs in himself, I cuddle up close to him. Despite the warmth of the running truck, I just want to stay close to my new friend. Resting my hand on his upper thigh as he drives. Feeling his heat and also feeling him get hard by my touch. THE HUNTER: Jackson was surprised when the boy kissed him on the cheek. 'Maybe this won't be as hard as I thought,' he mused. He wasn't nearly so surprised when he held his hand while they walked. 'After what he's been through, he doesn't want to lose contact,' he thought as he pulled off his left glove and handed it to the boy. He watched as he put it on, then pushed his own left hand into his coat pocket. He smiled when the boy did the same with his right. He helped the boy into the truck, knowing that the warmth would be a welcome relief from the bitter cold. He marveled again at the fact that the skinny boy had survived out there, completely exposed to the elements, and seemed none the worse for wear. He climbed into the driver's seat and said "You're much tougher than you look, Jason." When the boy slid over against him and put his hand on his thigh, he thought 'I may have this backward. I may have to fight him off.' He grinned at the thought of how much fun he was going to have getting to know this boy, both body and mind. He adjusted the position of his now hard cock in his pants, making no effort to hide it then pulled the truck out of the parking area. As he drove back to his cabin, he thought 'I just got my trophy buck, and didn't even have to use a tag. How lucky is that?' Feeling like he needed to say something to the boy, whose hand was now moving on his thigh in such a way that he was happy he wasn't in traffic, he said "I'm glad I decided to start my hunt here. I think we both got lucky this morning." A few minutes later, he drove up a dirt track to the secluded cabin he'd inherited from his grandfather. He sometimes took friends or family up here, but preferred to have it for himself. It was his getaway from the life of a big city attorney, and he loved it. His voice soft, he asked "Are you OK to walk inside, Jason? You don't have to be tough for me; you were dead about an hour ago, so I think you can be excused if you're feeling weak right now." He looked at him with concern in his eyes. He realized that he didn't pity the kid; he thought of his survival as heroic, and wanted to take care of him. His throbbing cock reminded him that he also wanted to fuck his brains out. 'But only if he wants it,' he thought to himself. THE TEEN: He looked at the cabin as they pulled into the driveway, happy to have a roof over his head finally after the ordeal he'd been through. "I'm feeling a little weak sir, can you help me?" I say as my hand still rests on his thigh, unconsciously rubbing it and getting closer and closer to the bulge in his hero's pants. "This is a really nice place Mister Jackson. It really is my lucky day." I throw my arms around my hero, hugging him close in the truck. Holding tight to him like we were in the tent. Not letting go, wanting my hero to carry me into the new safe place. Kissing him again, this time though on his neck. Innocent kiss to me, but a kiss that just fuels his hero's desire more THE HUNTER: Jackson almost came in his pants when the boy threw his arms around him and almost literally jumped into his arms. When Jason kissed him on the neck, the intimacy of it shot an electric current throughout his body. 'Does this kid know what he' doing to me,' he asked himself, as he hefted him in his arms and carried him into the cabin. 'So light.' he thought, as he lowered the small body onto his bed. "Don't worry, Jason. I'll get a fire going and get you warmed up in no time. When he pulled the coat over the boy's head, his nose was assailed by the powerful scent of body odor. "Oh my god! These clothes stink. Let's get those off, as well." He pulled the tee-shirt over the boy's head, then slid the shoes, socks, oversized pants and underwear off, leaving him as naked as when he had found him tied to that tree. Then he tucked the blankets around him, and set himself to the task of getting a fire going in the woodstove. That task completed, he went and lit the woodstove in the kitchen/laundry room, and the big fireplace in the living room. He knew the entire cabin would be toasty warm in no time. Then he stripped down, tossing his clothes in a pile with his nephew's, and climbed into bed with the boy. He wrapped his long arms and legs around the boy, suddenly feeling more protective than horny. He kissed the boy's neck from behind, and whispered "Don't worry, Jason. You're safe here with me. I won't let anyone hurt you." Of course, that didn't stop his huge cock from stiffening as soon as he contacted the boys smooth body. THE TEEN: As Jackson climbs into bed with me, I cuddle up close to him. Feeling him kiss my neck makes me smile and I just want to get closer. I try getting closer, which involves my ass grinding against his naked cock. Rather than being scared, I feel more secure. And when I feel your cock hardening, it only makes me want to be closer to you. "Thank you Mister Jackson, I can't thank you enough for saving me. Is there anything I can do for you to thank you?" THE HUNTER: Jackson felt the boy moving against him, and couldn't believe his luck. 'This kid wants it as much as I do,' he thought incredulously. When he asked if there was anything he could do to thank him, Jackson was so excited that he felt dizzy for a moment. He turned the boy around so he was facing him, and put his small hand on his big cock. "I think you know what I want." He kissed him on the lips, then drew back and added "But I don't want to do anything you don't want to do. We can make each other feel really, really good." He kissed him again and said "I want to make love to you, Jason. Would you like that?" He reached down and stoked the boy's hard cock with his fingers while he waited for his answer. THE TEEN: Kissing his hero back even though he was a man. But despite that it just felt right. Moving my hand up and down on Jackson's cock, hearing you moan only drives me to stroke faster. "I...I've never done this before sir, but what we did in the tent felt so good. Was that making love Mister Jackson? -Even before you answer I know I want to make love. I want to please my hero more than anything. THE HUNTER: The man kissed the boy once again, excited by his reaction. He had hoped not to have to force this gentle boy, since he was already growing to like him. Looking into his eyes, he said "What we did back there was one form of making love. There are many others. Some things that men do with other men can hurt, but I won't do any of those things with you, unless you ask me to. And anything I ask you to let me do, I'll let you do to me first. Understand?" The boy looked confused, but he nodded. The man said one more thing. "I need to know, Jason. Are you a virgin? Is this your first time?" THE TEEN: "I trust you Mister Jackson. I know you won't hurt me. I'll do anything you ask. And yes, I am a virgin" Cuddling closer, waiting for my first time making love. Wanting nothing but to please this man who I just met but feel a bond to. Out of nowhere, I kiss him again. THE HUNTER: Jackson smiled when the boy kissed him yet again. He was both excited and concerned when he confirmed his suspicion that he was a virgin. The idea of "deflowering a virgin" excited him, but the responsibility of being this boy's first lover was a bit overwhelming. He stared into his eyes, and said "We're going to start slow, Jason. I -(TM)m going to do something that will make you feel better than you have ever felt before. He picked the boy up and put him on his chest, so his legs were spread on either side of his head. That left the boy's almost hairless dick in front of his face. He kissed the diminutive organ then said "I'm going to suck your cock, Jason. I want you to pay attention to what I do, and to what you feel." He waited for the boy to nod then he put his hands on the boy's narrow shoulders and started kneading his muscles. He could have taken all of his genitals into his mouth at one time, but he wanted to take this slow. So he took just the head, and held it gently between his teeth. Then he started stroking his rough tongue over the uncircumcised head, and was almost immediately rewarded by the boy's guttural moans. He slid his mouth down the shaft until his lower lip was touching his little ball sack. He held it that way until he heard the boy's moans settling down, then he started moving his dick around in his mouth, moving his tongue over it, pushing it left and right, lifting his head so his teeth grazed the sensitive skin. Finally, he took his balls into his mouth as well, and sucked as he laved the entire structure with his tongue. Knowing that a boy this young wouldn't be able to hold off long, when he felt the small body shuddering, he stopped, and moved the boy to a position by his side. He kissed him several times, then asked in a low voice "How did that feel, Jason?" Before he could answer, he added "Don't worry. We're not done. It gets even better." THE TEEN: "Oh Mister Jackson that felt so good. Please don't stop. And can I please do it for you? I want you to feel that good too sir." I moan as I think about what you just did and how I felt. As incredible as I felt, I wanted nothing more than to make you feel that good after everything you've done for me. I move my body closer to you, reaching my hand out to wrap around your cock. Feeling it stiffen in my hand, I know I've done something good. THE HUNTER: Jackson groaned when the boy gripped his cock. It would be so tempting to let the boy go to work on him, but he knew he wasn't done with his first lesson yet, and he wanted this to be special for him. He pushed him down and kissed him over and over, at first gently, then just a bit roughly. His voice husky, he said "This is how men do it, Jason." Kissing him again, he pulled the boy's hand from his cock then said "Don't worry. You'll get to do everything to me that I do to you. But for now, just trust me. What I just did was nothing compared to what you're about to feel." He looked into the boy's eyes and saw nothing but trust. Looking a bit more, he added 'and lust.' He kissed his way down his body, this time leaving him on his back, and without any delay, took his cock and balls into his hot, wet mouth. He immediately started to swirl his tongue around the rigid little organ, while sucking on the whole thing. He could imagine his little cockhead swelling and turning purple, and his ballsack reddening, and then tightening against the base of his cock. He reached under him and slipped one finger into his anus, pushing at it insistently as if knocking on the door. This, he knew, was as much as he was going to do today, not wanting to scare the boy by hurting him. Thinking of his huge cock and the boy's impossibly tight little asshole, he shuddered at the thought of what he would do to this boy the first time had fucked him. He could feel the boy's body responding, and wondered if this could be his first orgasm. He knew he was a virgin, so it was possible. 'His first lover,' he thought proudly, as the young boy's hot cum filled his mouth. As expected, it was sweet, probably more semen than sperm. He gulped and swallowed, determined to collect every drop. But he managed to keep some in his mouth. He quickly moved up beside the boy and kissed him, sharing the delightful taste on his lips. "That's you, Jason. You're delicious, boy!" THE TEEN: "Oh Mister Jackson, that was incredible. Oh my god, I've never felt that good ever before. And what you did with your finger was sooooooo good. Thank you so much." Hugging you close and kissing you deeply, as passionately as I know. Our bodies pressed tightly, limbs entangled. My wet softening cock rubbing against your stomach. Your cock hard against my leg, precum dripping on my leg. "Mister Jackson please let me do that to you, I want to taste your stuff too. Make you feel good too. THE HUNTER: Jackson held the boy in a tight embrace, enjoying the feel of his slight, almost hairless body under his own. He could feel the limp dick leaking on his belly, and his own hard cock throbbing where it rested against his legs. The teen's excitement was palpable and contagious, bringing back memories of his own first time. His mind drifted back to that time long ago, in the back of the bus, with his teacher. He dragged himself back, knowing that the boy deserved his full attention. When the boy offered to do the same for him, Jackson's heart leapt. "Oh yeah," he growled, his throat thick with excitement as he rolled onto his back. "I'm too big for you to do it the same way I did. I'm just gonna lie back, and then you just do what I did to you." He grinned at him. "Remember. Don't bite. At least not too hard." Pausing again, he added "And take your time. It's not a race!" Jackson lay back, his long, thick and hard cock laying along his pubis, pointing up along the midline of his body. He groaned when the boy touched it but didn't say anything more. THE TEEN: I try to copy what Mister Jackson did, kissing his stomach down to his huge cock. It was so much bigger than mine. I kiss my way down to the balls, running my tongue along the shaft like a lollipop. Try to take the head in my mouth I find I can't get much further. While I run my tongue along the head while it's in my mouth, I move my hand up and down on the shaft. Remembering how this worked before, I continue licking the head and stroking the shaft. Noticing the head starts leaking something, I recognize the taste is similar to the one on Mister Jackson's lips when we kissed. I also noticed I enjoy the taste, eagerly licking faster trying to get more. Hearing Jackson moan encourages me to keep going, faster and faster THE HUNTER: Jackson moaned softly as the boy worked his way down his body like a pro. His moans grew louder still when he started licking at his cock. 'Oh my god! This kid learns fast,' he thought as his body started to take over. Not wanting to risk hurting the boy, he laced his fingers together behind his head, determined to keep them there, leaving the boy in control. He didn't want to risk grabbing his head and forcing it down over his cock. The boy was years away from being ready for that. When the boy took the mushroom-shaped head of his cock into his hot, wet mouth, he almost screamed. But he maintained control, keeping his hands behind his head, fighting to stop himself from grabbing the boy, turning him over, and fucking his ass until he was screaming for mercy. The man could see himself doing all that and more. But he lay there, controlling himself, because he was already coming to like the boy. Not only did he not want to hurt him, but he wanted to protect him and keep him safe. His body started to buck, his cock thrusting up into the boy's mouth, unable to stop himself from fucking his face. Finally, I explode into him, filling his mouth with a huge load of thick, hot cum. Exhausted, I fall back, breathing hard. Happy. Satisfied. THE TEEN: As I feel Mister Jackson start to buck, I struggle to keep his cock in my mouth. But I manage to do so no matter how much he moves. Then I feel a thick fluid shoot into my mouth quickly, choking in it as I'm caught off guard by the speed of it. But I'm prepared for the second blast and each one after that, swallowing down every drop of his cum. With each drop shooting onto my tongue, I begin to crave the taste and greedily milk Mister Jackson's cock for its delicious fluid shooting out. As the last few drops ooze out into my cum-craving mouth, I release Mister Jackson's from my lips and smile up at Mister Jackson. "Did I do okay Mister Jackson? - I ask with cum on my chin and a big smile, knowing by the cum on my lips and the look on Mister Jackson's face that I was a good boy. THE HUNTER: Jackson looked down across his chest and belly and saw the boy smiling up at him, cum dripping from his lips. When he asked if he did OK, he reached down and gripped him under the arms. Pulling him into his arms, he kissed him, sharing his thick cum. Then he wrapped his arms and legs around him, and murmured "You did more than OK, Jason. I'm really getting pretty attached to you. I don't ever want to let you go." He kissed him again, and said "Are you starting to feel better? - Laughing, he moved his hands over the boy's smooth body and said "You feel pretty good to me." THE TEEN: "I feel great Mr Jackson. I really liked the stuff that came out of your....um cock" I say, blushing at the word cock as I've never said anything so vulgar before. As your hand runs along my body, I run mine along yours. Rubbing gently on your now soft cock. Feeling it come back to life though at my touch. Feeling bold after using my new word, I say "Mister Jackson, I really liked it when you put your finger in my....you know.... um my butt" Kissing your chest and nipples as I wait for your reaction. THE HUNTER: Jackson smiled at his new friend, wondering how they'd both gotten so lucky. He found himself growing excited himself when he saw how the boy had blushed at the word "cock." He grinned, thinking 'That is so cute,' as he continued to caress the boy's smooth skin. He moaned softly when the boy reached down and stroked his cock back to life. When the boy mentioned liking it when he'd explored his butt with his finger, he murmured "Then I know you're gonna love this, Jason." He gently turned the boy over so he was face-down on the bed, then kissed his way from his neck down along his body until he reached his ass. Knowing the boy wasn't ready for his cock, he spread his cheeks, pushed his tongue in and started tickling the sensitive tissue around his tight little ass. THE TEEN: Confused by what Jackson was doing say first, Jason thought to himself "is he really kissing my asshole?" But then he felt him spread his ass cheeks he got excited, hoping to feel his finger inside his ass again. Then when he felt Jackson's warm tongue slide inside and he felt nothing he ever felt before. He moaned loudly as his cock instantly hardened again. He couldn't help begging for more. "Oh Mister Jackson that feels sooooo good oooooooohhhh" THE HUNTER: Jackson reached around and gripped the boy's cock, which he knew would be hard as a rock. He continued to rim his asshole with his tongue for a while, then slipped a finger into his mouth to wet it, then pushed that finger into the tight little asshole. He thrust it in and out for a while, then hooked it and searched for that little lump of tissue he knew would drive him wild. His mouth free now, he turned the boy, took his cock in his mouth, and started to lick and suck. When he judged him to be ready, he reached up with his other hand and pressed his fingers against his lips. When the smart boy opened his mouth, he pushed three fingers into his mouth to get them wet, then brought the hand back down. He pulled one hand from his ass, the pushed two fingers into him, stretching the tight little boy pussy a bit wider. He tasted the boy's sweet precum, but didn't want him to cum quite yet, so he pulled back and gently closed his teeth on his cock, not biting but only squeezing, knowing this would prevent him from cumming. Then he looked up and said "Not yet, baby boy." Adding a third finger, he fucked him with his hand, making sure to press his fingers against his prostate with each thrust of his hand. Finally, he sensed the boy's asshole relaxing, though the rest of him was a panting, sweating mass. He turned him again then reached for a tub of Boy Butter. He smeared some on his cock, then, pulling his fingers out, he slathered more into the boy's ass. He leaned down and kissed the back of his neck, then whispered "This might hurt for a little bit, but I promise you'll like it. Try to relax, baby boy." He pushed his cock against the boy's tight little asshole, gently at first, then harder. He could hear the boy moaning, and knew he was hurting him, but he continued. After what seemed a long time, he felt his cock pop past the boy's tight anal sphincter. Stilling himself, he waited for the boy's gasps of pain to quiet, then he pushed again, slowly and gently, knowing he had to go deeper to reach the boy's prostate. Once he got there, he knew, the boy's sobs and gasps would be replaced by moans of pleasure. THE TEEN: Jason was in ecstasy, feeling Jackson's tongue in his butt felt amazing. But when he slid a finger in, Jason was in heaven. He closed his eyes and felt so good he would've let Jackson do anything he wanted. As Jackson moved his finger in and out, he moaned with each thrust. He couldn't contain himself anymore. He moaned softly "Oh Mister Jackson it feels so good." He could feel that familiar pressure building in his balls as Jackson worked his cock. When Jackson pulled his finger out, he groaned in disappointment. Opening his eyes, he could see that Jackson was preparing to use two fingers. While he was scared a little he trusted Jackson 100%; and deep down he wanted it. He didn't know why but he wanted it. .... and more. When he felt Jackson's two fingers pull out slightly, he knew what was next and was eager for that third finger. By then he was moaning like a whore. He knew he wouldn't last much longer and could feel his cum ready to explode. When Jackson pulled his fingers out again, Jason fully expected and feared a fourth finger. But when he saw that Jackson had spread something on his cock, he knew what was next. This was what all the boys at school made fun of people for, even if they'd never done it. He was even more scared now than he was when he thought there would be a fourth finger. But again, he trusted Jackson and everything he'd done before felt so good. He relaxed like he told him and felt him push his cock slowly into his as. He gasped as it went deeper. Moaning though as he this was what he wanted and where he belonged. He loved cock and knew he wanted more. As Jackson's cock fully embedded itself inside Jason's boypussy, he said through a soft sob, "thank you Mister Jackson". THE HUNTER: Jackson continued to slide his cock in and out of the boy's tight ass, moving slowly and gently. When he felt him relaxing into the rhythm, he added a slight twisting motion with his hips, moving his cock in a small circle, pressing his thickness against the wall so his anus, pressing extra hard toward the base of his cock, knowing his prostate was there. He reached around and stroked one hand over the boy's face, chest and belly, gently exploring, while he used the other to stroke his cock and gently squeeze his balls. He wanted Jason to experience it all, to know how much pleasure a man could give another man. He could feel himself building to a powerful orgasm, and wanted the boy to share that, as well. He tightened his grip on his cock, moving his thumb over its head, slick with precum. He pinched his nipples, first one, then the other. He leaned down and kissed, then bit the back of his neck and his shoulders. All while thrusting as deep and as hard into his asshole. Moving his mouth to his ear, he blew his hot breath across it and whispered "Cum for me, baby boy. I'm gonna cum, and I want you to cum with me." THE TEEN: Jason felt nothing he ever felt before as Jackson started to move his cock in and out. As the initial pain subsided, he felt nothing but pleasure. He didn't realize it but he was moaning so loudly that if anyone was even close to the cabin they would easily hear him. Without any contact on his cock, he was already rock hard. So when Jackson touched his cock, Jason almost instantly exploded. But when Jackson whispered in his ear that he wanted to cum together Jason tried to resist as much as possible in order to please his new friend, his new lover, his new Master. He blurted out after Jackson whispered in his ear, "I'm going to cum Mister Jackson! Oh my god I'm going to cum!" THE HUNTER: Jackson could feel the movements in the boy's cock and balls, the muscles tensing, the balls pulling up. He knew he'd cum any moment, so released his own passion. He slammed into him one more time, harder and deeper than before, as his cock exploded. He closed his eyes and literally howled as he fired his cum into him. He imagined that it was filling his belly as his muscles contracted over and over, and his cock seemed to swell inside the boy. He bit down hard on the back of his neck, much like a wolf might bite down on a bitch. He imagined his wolf cock buried in Jason's boy pussy, his knot engorged with blood, locking them together until he'd filled him with his seed. He ground into him, his cock still hard, driving down against him. He grinned when the boy's cum filled his hand. He brought it to the boy's mouth, offering it to him. He growled into his year "Lap it up, boy. Find out how good you taste." THE TEEN: Jason cried out when Jackson thrust for the last time and he felt Jackson's cum starting to fill his boypussy. It was the most amazing thing he had ever felt. Every drop that Jackson shot inside him just made him happier and happier. He was focused so much on the warmth that filled his ass that he didn't realize that his own cock had exploded in Jackson's hand until Jackson was feeding him his own cum. And he lapped it up like a hungry puppy. Savoring every drop. "Thank you so much Mister Jackson. I've never felt anything so amazing. And thank you for letting me taste your hand." He could feel Jackson's cock starting to soften and shrink. He wanted to feel his cock inside him forever. Not letting it out of his boypussy. THE HUNTER: Jackson wrapped his arms around the boy and pulled him close, pressing himself against him, not wanting to break the intimate contact of his now limp cock, still inside him. He gently nuzzled the boy's neck, kissing him over and over. His voice soft, he said "What am I gonna do with you, my beautiful boy?" He lay there thinking. His mind racing, he wondered about the events of the morning. How the boy had ended up tied to that tree, naked, clearly intended to die there. If he'd arrived only a few minutes later, he would have found a corpse. A beautiful corpse, but dead is dead. But he didn't want to question the boy. He sensed that he was at peace there in his arms, and didn't want to disturb him. He knew it was probably because of what they'd been through together, the experience of feeling life returning to his cold body, but he was already feeling something akin to love for the boy. 'What am I going to do with you, Jason,' he asked himself. THE TEEN: Jason cherished the feeling of Jackson's body against his. His cock still leaking cum on his ass. Jason cherished the feeling of his cum inside him. He would've never expected his day to end like this when he woke up this morning. But now her realized he was in love with a man and he wanted nothing but his cock inside his mouth, in his ass, savoring every drop of his cum. THE HUNTER: Jackson held the boy's body against his, spooning, as long as he could. When he felt his cock slip from his orifice, he turned him around in his arms so they were face-to-face, and said "I have to be the luckiest guy on this mountain today ... maybe ever." He kissed him, then whispered "I have to figure out what I'm gonna do with you." Seeing alarm in the boy's eyes, he said "I'm not gonna do anything you don't want me to. Like, I'm not gonna give you back to those assholes who left you to die in the woods." Grinning darkly, he added "I may want to run into them in some dark alley, though." He kissed him again and said "You're safe here with me, Jason. I won't let anybody hurt you. But ... can you tell me what you remember about what happened?" THE TEEN: Jason looked away, he had forgotten how he'd ended up in the woods. Tried to forget the older kids who had jumped him at school, who tied him up and blindfolded him, drive him to the woods, taunted him as they cut off his clothes and left him there in the freezing cold, calling him a fag as they abandoned him there. How would Jason tell Jackson what happened? As tears welled up in his eyes, he just told him. Ending his story but saying he wanted to forget it forever. "But then I never would've met you Sir, and never felt the amazing things we did together. THE HUNTER: The older man listened as Jason told his story. He worked hard to keep his face from tightening or showing any sign of anger, but deep down, he was seething. Though he knew Jason didn't want to talk about this, he asked a few questions - enough to find these kids later - then let it drop. He pulled the boy even closer and kissed him. He thought of how easily this boy could have become a statistic, or a brief national news story, and sighed. "You don't ever have to think about that now, Jason. You're safe now." He stroked his hands over the boy's back as he listened to the boy, and said "Yeah. That's confusing. I'm really glad to have met you, but it never would have happened if they hadn't done what they did to you." He kissed him again then pulled a sheepskin blanket over them. THE TEEN: Jason cuddled close to his lover. Enjoying the feeling of their naked bodies pressed tightly. After getting over the the sadness of thinking of what happened, he noticed Jackson's cock hardening again against his body and he couldn't help feeling happy again. His own cock stiffening again, precum starting to leak out already THE HUNTER: Jackson felt himself stiffening in response to his body being pressed against that of the gorgeous teen. He kissed him then started rutting against him; feeling his cock hardening still more. "I don't know how anyone could have been mean to you. I only met you a few hours ago, and I already love you." He ground against him, his cock rubbing against the boy's smaller organ. He noted it was just as hard as his own, and found himself wondering what it would feel like in his ass. His eyes on Jason's, he continued to grind against him. He knew that if they continued this, he would cum again. He loved the idea of doing that while looking in the boy's beautiful eyes. THE TEEN: When Jackson said he loved him, Jason smiled wide and said "I love you too Sir". As Jackson rubbed his cock on Jason's, Jason rubbed back. Looking into his eyes as their cocks hardened more and more. Jason leaned into him and kissed his lover, moaning as the rubbing of their cocks together started making Jason have that familiar feeling. He knew he was going to cum hard if he continued this. And that's what he wanted: To cum with his new love. THE TEEN: Jackson leaned back and smiled down at Jason and knelt between his legs. He stroked the boy's hard-on and said "Let me show you another way men can show their love for one another." Seeing assent in the boy's trusting eyes, he lifted his legs and pushed them back so they almost touched Jason's shoulders. Grinning, he said "Grab your ankles and hang on, baby boy." He pulled the tub of Boy Butter over and slathered more on his hard cock and on the boy's already well-worn asshole. He positioned himself so his cock was pressing against the boy's tight little anus, then, looking into his eyes, he started to push. This time, he entered measily, and soon felt his cock popping through the tight anal sphincter. He leaned down and kissed him before pushing further into him, knowing that his thick cock would press hard against his prostate, massaging it with each thrust. Once he was buried in his ass, his balls slapping against his backside, he leaned down and kissed him again. Then he whispered "Tell me what you want, my beautiful boy." THE TEEN: Jason was in heaven again. While his anus was still sore from his first pounding, he wanted more and wanted it harder. He couldn't believe the thoughts running through his head but also knew this was what he was born to do. He kissed Jackson back passionately, moaning into his mouth as he felt Jackson's thick cock slide deeper inside his ass. But this time was different. As he looked into Jackson's eyes while he pushed his cock deeper, he could see the passion, the love. Before he could feel it with each trust into Jason's boypussy; now he could feel it, see it, hear it. He wasn't sure what to say in response but just said the first thing that came to his mind, which surprised him. "Fuck me Sir. Fuck me hard. Cum inside me, fill me with your seed like I was your bitch. I want to be your whore lover." While he was shocked at what came out of his mouth, he meant every word. Some words he'd never used before, but he knew what they meant and knew they applied to him and his new world. THE HUNTER: Jackson smiled gently, kissed him, and murmured "I am so glad I found you this morning, Jason." He ground himself against him a few times, then leaned down, nibbled his ear, and whispered "I'm gonna fuck your brains out, bitch!" Then he pulled back until his cock almost popped out of the boy's anus, then slammed into him, driving his body several inches. Then he drew back and did it again, watching as the boy's face twisted in both pain and pleasure. Stealing himself, knowing that this was what the boy wanted, he slammed into him over and over, until his head was jammed up against the headboard. Even then, he continued as he felt his cock thickening. He knew he wouldn't be able to hold on much longer, but he tried to hold himself back so he could slam into the boy a few more times. Suddenly, his cock exploded, and he felt it moving more easily, lubricated by his own cum deep in Jason's boy pussy. Looking down into the boy's face, he felt something he never had before. He knew he loved this boy, and that he wouldn't be able to forget him. Leaving his cock inside the boy, he wrapped one arm around his torso and used his other to push them down the bed so they could cuddle. He whispered "I don't think I'm gonna be able to take you home, Jason." Smiling, he laughed "I might have to keep you here as my love slave." THE TEEN: Jason relished the feeling of cum inside him. He felt so full of Jackson's cock. And he loved it. He loved Jackson, his hero, his lover... his Master. "Mister Jackson I want that so bad. My parents are so mean to me; they don't love me like you do. Please keep me Mister Jackson. I'll do anything you want. You can fuck me anytime you want, anywhere you want. You can do anything you want with me. I'll gladly do it. I love you Mister Jackson." Jason cuddled close, wanting only to be with his lover, Jackson -(TM)s cock still inside his boypussy. Jason ground his ass into Jackson's groin, cum leaking from his hole. THE HUNTER: Still holding him close, Jackson suddenly realized he was a bit disappointed at the boy's compliance. Part of him had been looking forward to forcing him. Tying him up. Hurting him. Raping him. He still wanted to do all of these things and more, but was hampered by the boy -(TM)s apparent desire to please him. He stood up and roughly grabbed the boy's arm. "Anything, huh?" he snarled as he dragged him from the room. "Maybe it's time I let you see my other side." Stopping in front of the other bedroom door, he pulled a key from a hole in the wall well above his head and inserted it into the lock. He pushed the boy ahead of him into the dark room, then closed and re-locked the door. He put the key up into another hole, far too high for the boy to reach. Then he lit some lamps, revealing a room equal in size to his own bedroom. It was furnished with a metal-framed bed with shackles attached at each corner, as well as an assortment of mysterious contraptions he was sure the boy wouldn't recognize. But enough of them were sufficiently nasty looking that he was sure Jason would get the idea. Still snarling, he said "Which one do you want to try first, boy? Let's see if you really meant 'anything,' or if you have any idea what that word might mean to a man like me." He stood just inside the room, stroking his stiffening cock, looking at the naked boy as he examined the St. Andrew -(TM)s cross standing in one corner, and the medieval looking wheel of torture just a few feet away. The suspension frame, just waiting for the boy's wrists and ankles. Cages in various sizes and shapes. Several suspension bars, a flogging bench, a medical exam table with straps and stirrups, an adjustable height cock and ball pillory, and a set of stocks. His eyes moved over several cabinets, knowing they contained pretty much every instrument of torment imaginable. When he felt the boy had taken in enough of the room's accoutrements, he looked at him and said, his voice soft, "Are you sure you mean 'anything,' Jason? It's not too late for me to take you home." THE TEEN: Jason was caught off guard by Jackson's sudden change. He was confused, Jackson had gone from loving and caring to cold and mean. Jason was nervous as he was essentially dragged across the room to this hidden place. When Jackson revealed the contents of this room Jason suddenly became scared. He stood there frozen. As the cum slowly leaked from his freshly fucked boypussy, a reminder of the pleasure he experienced at the hands of this different person. "Mister Jackson, did I do something wrong? I can change I swear. - Shaking, he hoped Mister Jackson was only kidding. Somehow he could tell he wasn't, but he still hoped. He needed to in order to not pee himself in fear. THE HUNTER: Sick with shame, Jackson unlocked the door and walked out of the room, letting the key drop from his fingers. He stumbled into the living room and dropped onto the couch. He didn't know what had come over him. The word "anything" from the boy had triggered something deep inside him, almost primordial. Perhaps it was guilt over the dark urges that had caused him to build a dungeon in the cabin he'd inherited from his grandfather. 'Such a gentle man,' he thought, ignoring the fact that the old man had been an avid hunter his entire life. He sat there, his mind wandering, thinking of the boys and men he'd brought to the cabin over the years. Every one of them had known exactly what he was in for by coming here. 'But not this boy,' he thought ruefully. He sat there, unmoving, tears in his eyes. THE TEEN: Jason saw Jackson walk away with tears. He didn't know what to do. He was scared but didn't want to make his new lover mad. "I'm sorry Sir, what can I do? Please don't be sad. I can go on your things if it helps. Please, I really mean anything Sir. I promise. Please let me make you happy Mister Jackson. THE HUNTER: Jackson pulled the boy down into his lap and hugged him. "I'm sorry, Jason. I shouldn't have scared you like that." He pulled his face against his chest, then said "I just ... just wanted you ... I wanted you to know that I'm not the man you think I am." Shaking now, he said "I have ... a ... a dark side. I like to hurt people. Tie them up. Do things to them." Still holding him so he didn't have to look him in the eyes, he hurried to say "I never harm anyone. Nothing permanent, like burns or broken bones or stuff like that. And I never do anything without permission. They want me to do this stuff. They like it. I never should have shown you. I'm sorry." He continued to hold him, his tears falling on the boy's shoulder. THE TEEN: Jason didn't know what to say. "Um. I can do those things for you Sir. I meant it when I said I'd do anything." He hugged Mister Jackson, both still completely naked. He could feel Jackson's hands creep down his back until Jackson was holding Jason's ass tightly. "Seeing those things made me think of those guys who tried to hurt me. Sorry Mister Jackson. THE HUNTER: Jackson kissed the boy over and over. "I know, Jason. I'm really, really sorry. I don't want you to do those things just to make me happy. I'll only do them to you if you really want them. I'm so sorry I scared you. You don't ever have to do that stuff for me." THE TEEN: Hesitantly, Jason said "I want to do that Sir. I've never done them before but I want to. I want to please you Sir because then I'll be happy. And I'll do anything for more cummmmmmmm. THE HUNTER: Jackson looked at the boy, surprised. "You went from scared kid to cum slut pretty fast, boy!" He kissed him again. "You can have my cum whenever you want it, whether you let me tie you up or not. But I'm not gonna lie to you. The idea of your beautiful body strapped to some of my toys does turn me on." He looked at the boy, deep in thought for a moment. "Some of what I do in that room is painful, Jason. I'll let you try it out if you'll promise to be honest with me. I don't want you agreeing to anything that scares you, or creeps you out." Grinning, he turned him over and swatted him on the ass, just hard enough to make a red mark. Then he turned him back over and kissed him. THE TEEN: Jason moaned when Jackson swatted his ass, it actually turned him on. When Jackson turned him back around to miss him, Jason reached out to stroke his cock again. "I can have your cum anytime?" Jason said with a grin. -You've made me into a cum slut, be careful. - THE HUNTER: Jackson looked down and smiled when Jason stroked his cock. His smile grew larger when he saw the boy's hard-on. "So," he whispered. "You liked that, huh?" When the boy grinned, Jackson took his already hard cock in his hand. "I like your sweet cum, too, Jason." He leaned down and kissed him, then picked him up in his arms and carried him into the bedroom. Putting him over his knees, he started spanking him, gently at first, then harder. "Tell me if this is too hard, kiddo." THE TEEN: "Noo Sir it's not too hard. I'm a naughty boy." He said with a grin and a moan with each swat. Jason didn't know what had gotten into him to be this outspoken, this horny. All he knew was all he wanted to make Jackson even harder. As he got harder, Jason got naughtier. He was changing before Jackson's eyes. THE HUNTER: Jackson grinned when Jason called himself a "naughty boy." His cock grew at the boy's ass cheeks went from pink to red. The boy squirmed in his lap, rubbing up against Jackson's hard cock. "So," he snarled, "You've been a bad boy, have you. That means you'll have to be punished." He stood the boy up and made him bend over the foot of the bed. Then he lubed up his cock, and thrust it into the boy's ass without warning. "You're lucky I used lube, boy," he snarled. "Bad boys don't deserve this kind of mercy." As he thrust into the boy, he smacked him on his hips, making a counterpoint with his thrusts. Then he reached around and grabbed the boy's nipples, twisting them just enough to cause pain, but not too much pain. "You're a bad boy and you deserve to be punished." He thrust into him again, waiting, and then said "Say it, boy! You're a bad boy and you deserve to be punished." THE TEEN: "I'm a bad boy and I deserve to be punished Sir." Jason moaned as Jackson thrust his cock into Jason's boypussy then winced in pain with each slap. His nipples started to become tender from Jackson pinching them. His eyes started to water, but he fought back the tears. He didn't want Jackson to stop..... any of it. He felt closer to him with each pleasurable feeling and every painful one too. And he wanted nothing more than to please his new lover. His new Master. "I'm a bad boy Mister Jackson, I deserve to be punished." Jason said while choking back a yelp from the last twist of his nipples. THE HUNTER: Jackson's excitement grew with the boy's words. He was beyond the point where he cared if he meant what he said. All he knew was that the boy was sexy, and his submissiveness made him even more so. He slammed his big, thick cock into the boy mercilessly, not caring what it might be doing to him deep down inside. Caring was for later. His hands on the boy's shoulders, he used all of his strength to slam into him, feeling his body slam into the wooden headboard each time. Imagining that his cock was a skewer which would come out through his belly, like so many science fiction aliens. With each thrust, he hit the boy somewhere. Either on his hip or his thigh or his back or his shoulder or even his head. He rained blows down on him indiscriminately now, taking all of his anger out on the boy. Only later would he realize that some of that anger had been over what others had done to the boy. Finally, he felt himself release. He felt his cock explode in the boy's anus. In his mind's eye, he could picture the sticky fluid filling his rectal vault, then swimming upstream, each little sperm unaware of the futility of it's journey. He collapsed on top of the boy, then rolled off him and gathered him in his arms. Though exhausted, he carried him around the bed and fell into it's soft embrace, pulling the boy to him and kissing him over and over. "You're my good boy, Jason." THE TEEN: Jason felt pain with each blow, but it was ignored with each thrust of Jackson's cock in his ass. "Oh Sir that feels good. Thank you Sir, thank you for fucking me." Each time Jackson hit him made Jason think about the cum that would soon feel his insides. "Breed my boypussy Sir, fill me with cum" Jason screamed out. Soon he felt Jackson starting to tense and knew that meant he was going to be feeling his cum fill him. He moaned as Jackson filled his ass with cum. He was where he belonged and he knew it. "I'm all yours Mister Jackson." Jason said as he cuddled close to him as Jackson carried the boy. THE HUNTER: Jackson lay there, holding the boy as he caught his breath. His heart was racing, and he felt like he could run a three-minute mile. This boy excited him more than anyone he'd ever been with. He supposed that was because of the experience they'd shared only a few hours before, and wondered if that effect would wear off. But then he shook his head 'no,' realizing that he didn't want it to wear off. He was starting to think that Jason was the boy ... almost man ... he'd been looking for his whole life. Wanting to know more about the boy, he kissed him, then said "Tell me about yourself, Jason. You said your parents are mean to you. Does that mean they wouldn't look for you if you didn't come home?" He felt the boy stiffen, but just held him in his arms, stroking him gently. "It's OK, Jason. Take your time. We have all the time in the world." THE TEEN: Nervous to tell about his parents, since he knew what they would do if they found out he told anymore. But he trusted Jackson and knew whatever he told him would stay between them. He told him everything, about how they locked him in a cage when they left. How they only fed him scraps from their meals, how they wouldn't let him play outside and made him work all day. He started to cry as he told Jackson. "I don't think they would even care if I never came back. They basically sold me to those mean boys. Don't make me go back Mr Jackson. Don't make me ever go back." He cuddled close to Jackson, still nude, doing anything he could to convince him to keep him there. THE HUNTER: Jackson lay there, listening as the boy started to tell his story. He noted that Jason's words were halting, as if he was ashamed. The man felt his anger building as Jason described his life. The lawyer in him started to doubt the implausible story, noting the discrepancies between this version and the prior version; but that part of his mind was overruled by the part that had already fallen in love with the boy. The idea that he had been sold to his tormentors, who tied him to a tree and left him to die, outraged him. He wanted even more to find them and guarantee that they would never do anything like that again. 'Perhaps I could arrange for them to meet some of my friends,' he thought as savage images formed in his mind. Part of him was pleased when the boy said his parents probably wouldn't care if he didn't come home, because that was exactly his plan. Again, part of him wondered how true the story was, but he was prepared to believe because he wanted it to be true. 'True or not,' he thought. 'Jason wants to stay with me. Now I just have to figure out how to make it work.' He kissed him on the back of his neck and his shoulder, then whispered "Don't worry, kiddo. I'm not going to make you go anywhere." He pulled him hard against him, feeling more protective than horny now. He smiled as he wondered what had come over him; when he'd become so sentimental about one of his boys. 'This one's a keeper,' he thought as he pulled the covers up over them. "You," he whispered, "must be tired after all you've been through today. After all, it's not every day that a boy comes back from the dead. Let's take a nap, then we'll get something to eat." THE TEEN: Jason adored Jackson and felt so safe and secure with him. He knew his parents could care less about him, even if he had to stretch the truth a little to convince Mister Jackson. All he cared about was where he was now, in the arms of his Sir. Napping nude with him and feeling the best he had in his short life. He never wanted to go anywhere else. "Thank you Mister Jackson, you're better than anybody I could've asked for. You're like my new special dad." He whispered as he dozed off to sleep, falling into dreams about his new life, with his new and exciting guardian. He woke up a couple times to find himself with a smile on his face and his little cock stiffening. Realizing his dreams must be pretty active because he could feel Mister Jackson's cock hardening and pressing against his back. He fell back asleep every time though, smile on his face and happy thoughts on his mind. He knew no matter what Mister Jackson asked of him, he would do it without hesitation or question. THE HUNTER: Jackson flinched when the boy referred to him as his "special dad." But then he thought about it, and concluded that he liked the idea. Noting that Jason was already asleep, he decided that when he woke, he would tell him to call him "dad," and that he would refer to him as "son." An attorney, his mind was already whirling with the steps he would have to take to give the boy a new identity as his son. 'If he was an adult,' he thought, 'it would be harder.' But between his legal training and his underground contacts, he knew he could do it. Then his mind turned to the boys who had left his son tied to that tree. He stopped, wondering at how quickly he had accepted this new role for himself. 'My son,' he thought as he absently stroked the boy's smooth, hairless skin. He'd noted the boys' names, but knew he'd need more information from Jason before he could do anything. His mind drifted to fantasies in which he and Jason tortured those boys. He wondered if the gentle boy could ever be brought around to the point where he could do such a thing. 'If not,' he thought, 'I'll just do it myself. He doesn't need to know.' When he heard and felt Jason stirring in his arms, he whispered "It's about time you woke up, son. I'm hungry. How about if we grab a quick shower and go out to get something to eat." Glancing at the clothes on the floor, he said "We need to get you some clothes that fit ... and don't stink. Don't you think, son?" He kissed the back of his neck and held him close for a moment. "I'm so glad to have you as my son, Jason." THE TEEN: As Jason awoke from his nap, he heard Jackson call him "son" and smiled. He knew he wasn't really his son, but after the childhood he'd been through, Jackson was the closest thing he had to a dad. Hearing him call him son made him happy, and feel safe. When Jackson asked him about clothes, Jason turned to him with a big smile on his face and said "Yes dad, definitely need some clothes. Don't need any when I'm here with you but I guess I do when we're in public." Jason says with a smirk. He was definitely more lively now than when Jackson originally found him almost dead. He had gotten a new life, a rejuvenated life. He was a new boy. "I'm so glad to have you as an dad, I don't ever want to leave you." Jason said, hugging him tight. "I love you dad." THE HUNTER: Jackson led the boy into the shower and adjusted the temperature. He pulled him under the water and washed him, starting with his hair and working his way down his body. He paid special attention to his dick, working it until it was hard, then he grinned and moved on to his ass, which he washed very thoroughly, inserting a soap covered finger into the tiny opening. He knelt to wash his legs, then, unable to help himself, he opened his mouth wide and swallowed his son's hard little dick. He licked and sucked, and was quickly rewarded by the sound of moaning. He returned his finger to the boy's ass and gently fucked him while ministering to his dick. When he sensed that the boy was on the verge of cumming, he stopped and stood, smiling. He waited for the boy to protest, then explained "I'm going to teach you some self-control. You are forbidden to touch yourself until I give permission. Now, wash me, so we can go to town." THE HUNTER: As Jackson soaped Jason's body, Jason started getting hard again. He was surprised even more when Jackson knelt down and started sucking his cock, Jason quickly felt that familiar feeling. He couldn't hold back anymore when Jackson pushed his finger in his ass. Jason was starting to become an addict to having things in his ass. Fingers, cocks, anything else he could imagine. He found himself looking at anything long and thin and wondering how good it would feel inside his asshole. Suddenly Jackson pulled his mouth of his cock and Jason was surprised. He was so close to cumming. Why would he do that? Then Jackson commanded him to soap his body. While he loved feeling Jackson's body, he couldn't help thinking about his need to cum. His hard on was still raging. As Jason worked soap over Jackson's body he wanted nothing more than to kiss and lick him. He started with Jackson's chest, working down to his arms, back to his chest, down his stomach. When he got to his cock, he couldn't help stroking it, rubbing his balls. Once rinsed, he leaned in and took Jackson's cock in his mouth. THE HUNTER: Jackson smiled at the look of consternation on his boy's face, but said nothing more. He stood there, letting the warm water run over his body, as Jason soaped him and washed him, then started kissing and licking his way down his body. He knew where this would end, and was pleased at the way the boy enjoyed giving him pleasure. He moaned softly when the boy started stroking his hard cock. He whimpered softly when he took his balls in his hands, aware now of how much smaller his hands were than his own. When he felt his son's lips on the head of his cock, he reflexively thrust forward, pushing it deep into the hot, wet orifice. He had to struggle to stop himself from grabbing the boy's head and throat fucking him. He wanted this to be voluntary on Jason's part. He wanted him to know that he would never force him. He felt his muscles stiffening, and wondered if the boy could feel his balls pulling up at the base of his cock. His moans grew louder as he approached another orgasm. 'God,' he thought. 'This boy makes me so horny!' THE TEEN: Jason loved when his Dad thrust his cock deeper in his mouth. He loved sucking Dad's cock. Loved tasting his cum, even loved the taste of his piss he sometimes had on the head. He just loved everything about Dad's cock. The way it tasted, felt, looked. And he could tell his Dad was about to cum by the way he was starting to tense. His balls tightened, Jason prepared to receive his cum. He waited for his reward from his Dad. As Dad started to fill his mouth with His seed, Jason greedily swallowed every drop, sucking his Dad's cock like a hungry boy, milking every last drop of cum he could get. Once he swallowed the last drop, Jason looked up and said "Thank you Daddy." He wrapped his arms around him, hugging him. THE HUNTER: Jackson stood there, the warm water washing over his body, as his son sucked his cock. Within seconds, he exploded in the boy's hot little mouth, knowing that at least some of his cum was pumped directly down his throat. Though Jason was gagging, he made no attempt to pull away riding his orgasm and swallowing ever drop. When he was spent, he reached down and gripped the boy under his arms and said "You are a wonderful cocksucker, my beautiful little cumslut." He kissed him on the mouth, tasting a faint remnant of his own cum on his lips. Seeing that they were both fully rinsed, he turned off the water, then reached out for two large towels. The first of these he wrapped around both of their bodies, and started rubbing the boy vigorously. The second, he carried into the bedroom, spread it out on the bed then pulled the boy onto it with him. He held the boy against himself, their wet skin sliding together sensually. "I'm hungry, but I just can't get enough of you." He held him, moving his hands over the smooth, slightly damp skin of his shoulders, back and buttocks. He murmured "I feel sorry for men who have only ever been with men. They have no idea what they're missing." THE TEEN: Jason glowed when his Dad called him a wonderful cocksucker and a cumslut. He knew they were dirty makes and he loved being called them. He kissed his dad passionately back. Considering he'd never had sex just 36 hours ago, he sure couldn't get enough. And to his shock, he wanted it with a man. A beautiful sexy man he called his Dad. As he lay down on the bed with Dad, their bodies rubbing together, he could feel his cock against him. Still wet from Jason's mouth and a bit of cum, it slipped against his thigh. Jason loved it. As Dad ran his hands all over his body, he didn't want to be anywhere else. Even if after Dad had stopped cumming and he let out a little pee into Jason's mouth. Jason actually liked it. He didn't say anything because he didn't want to make Dad angry. But he was just happy being naked with his Dad. "I'm so glad I found you Dad, I would've never found out how amazing sex can be. Thank you." THE HUNTER: Jackson held the boy he'd already come to think of as his son. He was pretty sure the story he'd told about home wasn't entirely true, but he didn't care. There was no way he could let him go now. He had to make him his. He grinned when Jason said he was glad to have found him, and chuckled. "Yep. All you had to do to find me was set your cute naked body out in the woods as bait and wait for me to come along. What's a little hypothermia between friends?" He kissed him and ruffed his hair affectionately. When he commented about how amazing sex could be, he murmured "I feel sorry for men who have only ever been with women. They have no idea what they're missing." They lay there together like that until he heard a growl from the boy's midsection. "I guess we'd better go and get you some food. You have to keep up your strength. I have plans for you, boy!" He laughed "And we need to get you some clothes for when I take you home." He kissed him again, then stood and gathered his clothing. "Let's go, son."