*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* This is a work of FICTION for ADULTS only. Do NOT read this if you are under 18 or if you are not an adult according to the laws of your State or Country. Do NOT read this if you are easily offended or if you are not interested in fantasies involving young boys. This file contains sexually EXPLICIT material. The author does not condone any of the acts in this file. This story was not written to advocate sexual activity with minors. Agatha Christie wrote about murderers all her life. She was not a criminal. Please support free speech and stop censorship. *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* story codes: (mb, oral, anal, nc, 1st) style: contemporary URBAN TAILS #2 by DEBONAIR (The Lost Shoe) "What a bunch of assholes!" I cursed under my breath. "Fuck, fuck FUCK!" I shouted, my hands digging in the sand on a mission to find my other sneaker. It was Sunday, a school night, but what the hell. Even if it took all night, I would recover it. What a great triumph it would be, come Monday, when I showed up, flashing both white Reeboks on my feet. I would really show those bullies I was immune to their stupid pranks. My twelve-year-old heart pounded with the urgency of my quest. The growing dusk made it harder to rummage every spot a kid could have hidden the damn shoe, the possession essential to the salvation of my ego. Taking a break, I scanned the empty park, slowly getting darker and darker. Nonetheless, the flame of my determination burned bright. A sour tear rolled on my cheek. I wiped it and trotted frantically to the sidewalk to search the hedge. He lurked for a while behind his blue van, watching me. That's what he told me later. That he had spied on me, planning his crime that evening. I didn't even scream when he approached nonchalantly on the lawn and offered his help to find my missing shoe. I never expected the sudden attack on my frail body. His right hand was so powerful, twisting my arm behind my back while his left paw covered my mouth. It was useless though. I was in complete shock, unable to emit even the faintest peep. The tales of dark ogres who liked to hurt little boys rung in my mind. I knew it was to be my destiny and my bladder failed me. A warm trickle of urine raced along my legs down to my ankles as he violently hauled my small carcass in the back of the Ford Econoline. It never crossed my mind to glimpse at the license plate. I was only twelve, dammit! Inside the privacy of the van, he bound my wrists and blindfolded me. I kicked like a demented loon, overwhelmed by the shadowy force assaulting me. "Oh, you're a lively one!" he snickered, avoiding my flying boyfeet and retaliating with punches to my defensive squirming. "Help! HELP!" my voice echoed, reborn out of the ashes of initial terror. "This will shut you up!" he snarled, applying a wide band of duct tape to my jaw. The struggle was over. I felt the bruises of our confrontation throb all over my body. The crickets hummed in the distance. The engine revved. "You're mine little boy! Billy's gonna show you a good time.." he grumbled. "A very good time!" It never occurred to me that I could be sexually attractive to a grown man. I did not consider myself much of a looker with my short brown hair and brown eyes. My body was all bones. Nobody ever complimented me for my handsomeness. Within minutes, I was in the room that would be my cage for a while. The small prison had no windows I noticed immediately, while he untied me. A bare light bulb provided a hundred watts of light. In a corner, there was a porcelain toilet and a bathtub. In the next, a television, with a Nintendo console attached to it. The walls were yellowed and the floor was cold. My abductor left the iron door ajar and I pondered an instant the possibility of a swift escape. But I resigned myself to be the lamb. I backed away instinctively when he finished freeing my limbs, climbing up the bed that would become the sacrificial altar of my innocence. "What's your name?" he asked sternly. "Dustin Matthews, mister." I responded sheepishly, drawing my knees to my chest protectively. My eyes could not sustain the lustful stare boring into me. The stranger was nothing like the image of monsters I had imagined. He was kinda short with oval glasses, about thirty years old. It would be have been easy to describe him to the police artist afterward. "Smile for the camera!" he sang, taking a single Polaroid of the frightened wreck I was. "You are a very cute little boy Dustin! You make me horny as hell.." he commented, handing me the result of the instamatic. I gazed at the photograph, recognizing the sullen child in it. What an imbecile that kid was for getting kidnapped. I looked like a dork with my preppy polo shirt, my red shorts sporting a damp pee stain and one stupid shoe. I hated myself for being cute. For eliciting mysterious stirrings in this man. For even at that age, I knew about men like him and what they did. "Sit on the edge of the mattress." he commanded. "OVER HERE! ARE YOU DEAF!" I crawled to the adult, over towering me, my nose at the level of the lump in his blue jeans. He scrutinized me with a mix of adoration and malevolence. As soon as his fingers caressed my inner thigh, my whole body flinched. "Don't touch me!" I yelled defiantly. He raised his hairy arm and slapped my insolent face. My head spun on its pivot, the pain making me sob like a baby at once. Dazed by the stinging blow, I crept away from him, screaming my lungs out, trumpeting my loudest high-pitched shrieks of outrage. "Scream all you want baby. It don't matter here!" he said. Then his voice softened: "This was just a warning Dustin. If you do exactly as uncle Billy tells ya, I promise I won't hit you. Don't you wanna know when you're gonna go back home?" I nodded, drying my eyes with my fists. "In five days, next Friday! In the meantime, you're gonna be my special friend. You're gonna be my lil' whore. Are your ready to be uncle Billy's slut?" I nodded again, utterly confused by the man's words. He massaged my smooth legs, taming me with his gentle touch. With two fingers, he tugged on my white sock and sniffed the grass stains. "Hmm I love dirty little boys!" he exclaimed. Off went my only sneaker and my other ivory sock. I was dumbfounded when he leaned to kiss my small feet. His slimy tongue lapped up the soles and slithered between each toe. I was reeling. I would have never thought somebody relished the taste of my extremities. Why me? Why not another little boy's feet? He engulfed the greater part of one foot and asked that I wiggled my toes. A demand I executed happily, fascinated by the turn of event. The oral massage calmed my nerves. I giggled from time to time, elated by the most sensuous tickling of my life. "Go take a bath, you stink of piss!" he frowned. I ambled to the tub and turned the faucets. Very slowly, I removed my polo shirt. The queer grownup stared at me. I lowered my shorts and paused, waiting from the privacy I required. "You can go now. I'm a big boy, I can bathe alone..." "Oh, don't be modest Dustin! Take those underwear off and show me that sweet lil' ass of yours." The man's sentence sent shivers up my spine. I bowed my head and dropped the last of my duds to the floor. Billy's intense eyes were on my buttocks. A wave of vulnerability enveloped my whole being all of a sudden. "Before you get in. Stick a finger in your butt hole." he muttered. "uh?" "You heard me! DO IT! Don't make me slap you again." I froze an instant, trying to understand the purpose of the game. Then searching for my pucker, I let my stubby fingers roam in my crack. My tiny rosebud twitched, alarmed by the presence of an intruder. With cautious poking, I slipped my index into it, grimacing from the slight pain. "That's it! Now move it in and out." I finger-fucked myself, sensing the pure joy of my tormentor while I performed the vile act. "Faster! Show me!" he blurted out. Parting a cheek, I exposed my opening and my digit stabbing into it. My little prick stiffened down in front. I jumped in the water to conceal the display of my excitement, blushing bright red. Embarrassed by the response of my pecker to the anal probing. Billy knelt next to me to observe my cleansing session. I lathered my body with the bar of soap. Doing the usual routine of washing between my toes, behind my ears. I retracted the foreskin off my glans and cleaned it thoroughly. All the while, Billy complimented: "You are so sexy Dustin!", "Your penis is beautiful.", "You are such a cute little one." He cradled me out of the bathtub and sat me beside him on the bed. His hands feverishly unzipped his pants. "I need to get off now. See how much I love you!" he muttered, pulling down his briefs. I riveted my eyes on the huge manhood, pointing proudly at the ceiling. Billy skinned his helmet and flaunted his cock. "You make me so hard Dustin!" A million emotions twirled in my heart. "Touch it!" he said, guiding my fingers on it. I was scared and curious at the same time. This live thing in my small hand felt so big and hot. Billy breathed erratically, consumed by his sex drive. He grumbled each instruction on how to wank him. How I should squeeze and move my hand up and down that engorged piece of flesh. My eyes drifted away. I didn't want to look at what I was doing. But my kidnapper turned my head to face the raw vision of my unpleasant deed. "Oh yess.. That's it! Faster Dustin!" he chanted. "You make me feel so goood." In due time, his semen erupted in great arcs over his belly. Billy was lost in the convulsions of his orgasm. It was something I had seen in some pornos, but I had not smelled. The odour of fresh spunk was musky and radiant in the room. With the hand Billy had used to rotate my head, he slammed my face in the puddles of sperm. The next moments were horrendous. He growled and chuckled. "Eat it! Don't make that face! You're gonna swallow all of my loads darling!" Disgusted and tired, I slurped up the dollops of his seed. Bile rose in my throat, mixing with the salty taste of man juice. He made me clean the globs stuck in his pubic hair and the slimy goo coating his dickhead. "That's a good boy.." he murmured, watching me gulping down every droplet. After I had eliminated the entire spill, he grasped my hair roughly and planted a torrid kiss on my humid lips. Then he looked at me intently. Quiet rivers of tears started to race from his eyes to his jaw. I could hardly comprehend what I was seeing in those pupils. Desperation and emptiness, inky emotions of adulthood. But I certainly didn't feel any compassion for him then. "You can go now..." he said. I walked up to the door and paused, thinking this was another cruel game. That he would jump on me again. "Go! I said." Billy barked. I opened the door and climbed up the stairs to leave the house. Much to my surprise, I found myself two blocks from my home. The pervert had been living next to me for years probably, and I had never figured it out. I don't know why I didn't rat on him. At night, the man's nasty games invaded my dreams. I was reliving the experience, feeling his big hands on my body, seeing his large cock all bloated and leaking. In the back of mind, the fear of getting abducted again lingered constantly. Up until then, my sex life had consisted of occasional wanking with other boys, while browsing through forbidden magazines. Other than that, I would jack off alone. As I neared puberty, my dick became more demanding and required more frequent stimulation. The date of my thirteenth birthday was coming up soon and I could shoot droplets of clear juice out of my pecker. Understandably, sex was a primary concern and I had learned all about it, courtesy of older friends. The fact that I had been and still was somewhat excited by the ordeal of that Sunday evening left my young mind in a state of chaos. I yearned for some real person to submit to my unspoken fantasies. Or at least someone who could understand what I was going through. I could confide to nobody -=- I rang the doorbell a couple of times and exhaled. The door opened slowly and Billy's ghastly face scanned my frame. His chest heaved and he threw quick glances up and down the street. "What are you doing here? Are you nuts?" he whispered in rapid gasps. "I want to play with the Nintendo?" I mumbled with a coy grin. "Uh?" "I want to pl..." "Get in!" he snapped, tugging on my arm. For obvious reasons, Billy wasn't pleased to see me. I didn't even understand what I was doing there myself. Maybe, to remind me it had happened for real? To confront this stranger who had turned my life upside down? We went down to the basement where the game box was installed, without as much as a word of what had unfolded in the very same room. I felt a certain strength though. I was somehow the dominant figure. "Play all you want Dustin!" Billy said excitedly. I sat Indian style in front of the television set and began a game of Donkey Kong Country. The man was perched behind me on the edge of the bed, surveying my every move. My choice of clothes had been calculated. It was not a mistake that I was wearing skimpy loose shorts with no underwear on. I could feel his stare flowing along my bare legs. "Are you mad at me?" he said. I shrugged my shoulders. "Did you tell your folks what a bad man I am?" "Nuh-uh." "You're a very weird little boy Dustin..." With that he knelt next to me and ran his fingers inside my thighs. I continued eyeing the game, His lips descended on my legs to give moist pecks on my smooth skin. "You like this uh Dustin?" My dick was throbbing like crazy. I couldn't wait anymore and stretched on the floor. He stole my shorts and spread my legs. The sight of my half-naked self, allowing this man to molest me gave me shivers. I swallowed a lump of spittle as his hand wandered on my bare flesh, getting closer to my crotch. He cupped my balls and kneaded them while his tongue licked up the short length of circumcised kid cock. I could feel my dick jump to the attention. Desire burned in Billy's eyes the more he tasted me. He swallowed all of my penis and siphoned it gloriously. My cries of joy betrayed my efforts to hide the pleasure I was experimenting. Faster and faster, the man sucked my genitals, nibbling on my nuts, swirling his tongue around the crown of my dickhead. He was worshipping my small organ. His fingers furrowed in the crack of my butt, searching for my asshole. I squealed as the very tip of his index entered my anus. There was nothing more exhilarating that to realize that all my naughty parts were meant to be used, explored and to be a great source of pleasure. Right then, all I yearned was for him to stick his long finger right up my rear and suck me off good. Instead, he turned me over and kissed my buns. His large wet tongue lapped up the middle of my behind as if it was owned by a Doberman, from my scrotum all the way to my hole. I stuck my bum out, showing him my pink virgin asshole. He could have done anything he wanted to it. I was ready for the new thrills. His spongy tool darted all around my opening. I felt it glide back there and slither into me. It was hot and slimy, going inside my tight little hole. His entire face was lodged between my ass cheeks. I undulated on the floor, crying a litany of puppy moans. >From time to time, he slapped my buttocks and squeezed my balls. I gripped my hard pecker and jerked it while he played with my behind. When he engulfed my entire scrotum in his mouth and tried to push two fingers in my asshole, I came. My anus strangled those digits. I yelped and groaned, feeling my timid load gush through my penis. I was a complete mess. Somewhat ashamed of the pleasure I had experienced. I slipped into my clothes and dashed toward the exit. "Where are you going Dustin? You haven't finished your game!" "Uh, I can't stay." I replied nervously. -=- Over the course of the next weeks, I went to Billy's house many times. I learned how to suck his big cock and take it down my throat. There was nothing more rewarding than to see him shoot his load in my face, knowing I was the one who had provided such impeccable service. I became addicted to our sexual encounters, anxiously awaiting the next time when I would cum hard from Billy's experienced ways. All those games were wonderfully exciting for a twelve-year-old brat, exploding into puberty. I secretly loosened by asshole with household objects, in the hopes of getting nailed. The thought of Billy's wide eight-inch prick up my fanny gave me goose bumps, but also tickled my curiosity. I was ready for it and I wanted to see what it was all about. So, I tried to seduce my new older friend, flaunting my butt every chance I got. Billy did not seize the opportunities. I couldn't just come out and ask him to bugger me. And for a while, I wondered why he didn't just assrape me, like he had planned all along. During one of our many 69s, I heard myself blurt out: "How come you don't wanna fuck me?" Billy sighed and bit his lower lip, obviously tormented by the question. "I don't want to hurt you anymore, ok..." "Your dick's not that big!" I lied. "Well, big enough to make it painful." "Why don't I find out..." I said, crawling on all fours and wiggling my boytail seductively. "I know you want it." The man let his eyes drift away from the inviting vision, and I giggled at his reluctance. Somehow, I feared he had lost his interest in me. That idea saddened me. "C'mon! Don't you wanna know how it feels to fuck me in the butt!" I uttered in exasperation. Then I opened the bottle of lotion and squirted a glob on my virgin anus. With my fingers, I smeared the lube in the pinkish funnel, making sure Billy was looking at me while I was doing it. The little hole expanded around my index. I waited for a reaction from the adult, fingering myself and smiling like a whore. Billy took over, shoving his large digits into me. I glued my left ear on the mattress and made grimaces, winking from time to time to show him I was doing okay. When he stopped jabbing his fingers in my asshole, I pushed my bottom back on them, fucking myself on the slick probes. "Stick it in me now!" I said. "No!" "Do it, dammit!" Billy hesitated, considering the situation, resigning himself, I imagine, to jump in the arms of destiny that had put such a crazy boy on his path. "Only this once! And tell me if it hurts..." he said. "Yes, yes! Just do it dummy! It's not like you're gonna kill me!" He climbed on my back, dumbfounded by the mechanics of inserting his huge manhood into such a small opening. The simple contact of his knob on my anus sent a jolt of arousal to my boydick. He applied pressure on the muscle, pushing his cock firmly. My assring pinched his pissslit and yielded slowly to the bulbous end of spongy flesh. "Unnngh! Unnnngh! It's so hard!" I cried out. "Don't stop! Keep on! Keep on!" I reassured him. He plunged into my rectum and halted, allowing me an instant to adjust to the size of his tool. I grinned broadly, somewhat proud of the feat. My hand groped between my thighs to touch the hairy nuts and the wide tube embedded in my little butt. With languorous withdrawals and restrained thrusts, he began plowing into me. "Ooooh! Oooooohhh! You're fucking me! Oooooh!" I cooed. Billy tried to be as gentle as he could, but I still felt the tremendous pain of his invasion. His phallus was as big as a damn baseball bat in my belly. I relaxed my bum hole, opening up for him. His cock travelled deeper and easier. I could hardly believe what was happening. But there I was, under this man, using my little white butt for his pleasure. Our bodies tensed up as we gained a steady rhythm to our coupling. I dared peek at his pendulous balls swinging back and forth and his enormous cock sliding in and out of my buttocks. "Uhhh! I never thought I'd get fucked in the ass by a man at twelve- years-old!" I gasped. "Don't say that. You're freaking me out!" he reprimanded me. At the same time, slamming into me with more determination. The real action was about to begin and I braced myself. My body was bouncing on the springs with each quick stab in my hole. The pistonning rod was sliding in and out at a more furious pace. I was lost in the wild tornado, my head was spinning. "Fuck me harder! Put your whole dick in me! Uhh uhhh! Yeah! Like that! Uhhhh! Uhhh! Uhh! Uhhh! Fuck my butt good! Oh! Oh Oh! Oh! YESSS YESSSS! Shoot your load in me! YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH! " My burly partner had lost his sense of reason. He was sodomizing me hard and fast now. My elbows sagged and I fell forward, my hips suspended in the air by the powerful hands of the man, who was punching my guts with massive thrusts. All the tiny hairs on my body where on end. I could feel a burning ball of tingles in my crotch as the thick spike grazed my young prostate repeatedly. Billy slapped my ass and rammed into me ball-deep for all he was worth. I screamed my head off, sensing the pleasure about to peak, "YEAHHH! FUCK ME! FUCK ME!" My asshole was totally distended for that big piece of meat to pound into it. I savoured every second of the savage lunges that rattled my frame. The greatest orgasm of my childhood overtook my body. I became a lowly mess of quivering muscles. The fantastic jolts raced in my penis as the anal onslaught continued. I began squirting my boyjuice on the bed sheets and yelling out of joy from the amazing sensations. Billy buried himself deep into my ass. I felt his cock quake into my anus as it unloaded a gallon of boiling sperm inside my rectum. He was pushing against me, cramming his prick in my depths to deliver his creamy discharge. I had never felt so bloated in my life. When he finally took out his cock, I crumbled and laid there. I was deflowered and exhausted. My asshole was on fire. But I knew that for a while, I wouldn't mind being uncle Billy's slut. The END.