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Mall Punk (Mb, gay)
by Sid G. (c) 1996
This is a work of fiction involving sex between a man and a boy.
If such things offend you, or you are too young to be reading it,
or it is illegal in your jurisdiction then please stop here. I
repeat, this is a work of fiction. It is also a work in progress
since the plot made a U turn in the middle. I think you will be
able to figure out where. Let me know what you think of the way
it turned out. You can spam if you want but I'll ignore it.
Mall Punk: Part 1
You've been to the mall on Friday or Saturday night so
you've seen this boy. 5'7" give or take, thin, no facial hair.
Ragged hair that's been died blonde and then had this purple or
green color thrown on top. You know the one I mean yet?
Got at least two or three earrings in one ear, maybe both.
Baggy jeans, t-shirt from some band, preferably one whose lead
singer died or would have liked to. Leather jacket of some kind.
Now you know who I mean. Well recently I've started to see
a couple around with collars. They started out as heavier silver
necklaces, maybe chokers but now black leather collars with
silver studs. Makes you wonder if they think it just looks punk
or know what it really means.
Well, a couple of weekends ago my date had gotten sick so I
went to a late movie alone. By the time I got done taking a piss
and out the door it was after eleven. I took a deep breath and
looked around.
There he was. I realized this one was special. Fourteen,
fifteen tops, long blonde, purple hair and he wasn't wearing a
regular leather collar.
It was a dog collar, a german shepherd's dog collar.
A leash hung from it.
I walked in front of him and looked him over. It was the
end of March and still chilly. He stood there with no shirt,
ripped jeans and barefoot. His cheeks and chest where perfectly
hairless. The boy looked up at me, then back at the ground.
"Waiting for your parents?"
A bitter laugh.
"Somebody coming to pick you up?"
A slight shake of the head.
I grabbed the end of the leash, turned and started walking.
I felt resistance, tugged and he came. Stayed at my heals. We
got to my car I opened the passenger door and he silently got in.
"What's your name boy?" I asked once we were moving.
"I was born Peter but everybody calls me Fido."
"Because of the collar and leash?"
"Other way around, everybody treated me like a fucking mutt
so I started acting and dressing like one."
I reached over and ran my hand down the outside of his leg.
No reaction.
Back up on the inside and he moved closer. I started
fondling his basket and he spread his legs wider and unbuttoned
his jeans. He lifted his hips and pulled them down, as I
suspected no briefs. Just a five inch cock standing at attention
from some hairless balls.
"Your coming home with me Fido."
"Yes sir."
"Strip except for the collar and leash."
"Yes sir."
It took about ten seconds for the pants and jacket to be in
the back seat and right after that we pulled into my garage and I
closed the door behind us.
Fido got out of the car and waited till I grabbed the leash.
I led him to the basement and turned on the lights.
I took my first good look at his body. It was a good firm
body, but one that had seen its share of use, or misuse. Guess
it depends on your perspective. I walked around him and saw the
faint welt marks on his back. When I ran my nails over the
freshest one and he didn't even flinch.
"There's a bathroom behind that door, do what you have to,
wash up and wait for me here. Understand dog?"
"Yes sir."
He stood still until I had closed the door and then I heard
him moving around. I headed over to my room and started
undressing. Two questions danced in my head. The first was what
the hell I was doing with a fourteen year old throwaway in my
basement. The second was who did I want to have sex with, Peter
or Fido? In a sense the second answered my first, but only for
tonight. I looked at my firm 5'11", 178# in the full length
mirror, made my decision. The sound of the basement toilet
flushing brought me back to reality.
I picked up my toy chest and headed back. Tonight I'd use
Fido, tomorrow morning I'll talk with Peter.
When I walked down the stairs I saw him on the couch reading
a magazine. I knew it was a recent issue of Bound and Gagged.
He was so riveted he didn't hear me and I saw his cock was rigid,
a touch of precum oozing. The boy wasn't even touching his cock.
"You like that Fido?"
A quick blush, "I like whatever you want me to like sir."
"What I like is an honest answer to a question when I ask
you one."
"I do like it sir. But then its sort of what I'm used to."
I changed my mind. With one hand I caressed his cheek, the
other brought his mouth to mine and we kissed. Still kissing I
reached around and took off his collar and let it fall to the
floor.
"Did I do something wrong sir?"
"No Peter, tonight my name is Stya. Say it."
"Stya."
"Tonight we are going upstairs to my bedroom and make love.
In the morning we'll talk. Is that OK with your Peter?"
"Yes sir, Stya. I'd really like that."
Tentatively he took my hand and followed me up the stairs.
"You hungry, thirsty?"
"Yes, both actually."
As I heard the fear in his voice I felt him pull away. I
turned and pulled him into my arms. Fear flared in his eyes.
Tears filled mine. "Peter what did I tell you downstairs?"
"You want an honest answer?"
"Correct, did you give me one?"
"Yes, but, its just that. . ." His voice trailed off as his
gaze fell to the floor. I lifted his chin so he looked at me.
"I'm not your parents, I'm not the people who have used you.
Yes we are going to have sex but I'm not going to hurt you as
long as your honest with me."
"My name is Jonathan, not Peter."
I kissed him, "See Jonathan, the truth does get rewarded.
Now what would you like to eat and drink?"
Something warm to eat, if it's not too much trouble, and a
beer.
"Chicken tenders?" I asked as I threw him a can of soda.
He looked at the can and handed it back, "I can take the
hint but I can't stand root beer, you have a cola? Besides I
thought I was the tender chicken."
A groan escaped my lips as I put the sheet into the oven.
Exchanging the cans I smiled at him. "I'm glad to see you do
have the wit I sensed in you."
It was his turn to reach up and kiss me. I stood there as
he buried his head in my chest. Shortly I felt the tears, the
sobs. The oven bell rang and he slowly raised his head. I wiped
away the tears.
"I'm sorry Stya?"
"Don't be. I mean that. Now sit down while I get our
food."
Of the twenty or so tenders I had cooked I think I got to
eat five. You've heard people talking about inhaling food, I
think my mall rat really did. When the plate was empty he leaned
back in the chair and smiled. Lord was he beautiful.
"You want some more?"
"I think there's something else I want."
Jonathan walked around to me, kissed me and reached for my
cock. I returned the favor.
"Next step the bathroom."
"And then?"
I squeezed his cock in reply.
He gasped as we entered my bedroom. The centerpiece is my
king size water bed which had the shag bedspread on top. On top
of the dresser was the 30" stereo TV and the sound system.
Jonathan walked over to the CD rack, turned, I nodded and he
began picking through. Finally he picked one out and handed it
me. I looked, a mellow bluesy instrumental.
I stuck my hand out, "Put it on."
"Show me how it works this time, I don't want to mess it
up."
"Watch carefully, you wont get a second lesson."
He took my hand as the music started and we half danced over
to the bed. I picked him up and lay him down in the center of
the bed.
"What do you want me to do?" The boy asked.
"Lay there, relax, enjoy."
First I let my hands gently roam his torso. The marks from
numerous beatings, his ribs, stomach, I could feel everything.
As I took his left nipple in my mouth I felt his heart beating.
He moaned and bucked as I sucked and nipped on one teat and then
the other, licking my way across and back. Slowly I worked my
tongue down that hairless expanse to the blonde peach fuzz that
guarded the way to his jewels.
"You really are blonde?"
"Yes, the only dye is the purple. Do you like it?"
"The blonde, yes. The purple if it makes you happy."
"This makes me happy."
I smiled and sucked his nuts into my mouth.
He bucked and I took the opportunity to grab his buns.
"Suck me man, quick, I'm close."
Nuts popped out of my mouth and I licked the precum off his
slit and swallowed his cock. Sensing how close he was I started
bobbing my head quickly as I kneaded his ass cheeks. It didn't
take long till I was rewarded with a load of boy juice down my
throat. It tasted, it tasted fresh.
Spent, he opened his eyes as he settled back down onto the
bed. "Stya, that was great. Its been a long time since a man
made me cum like that."
"I told you that this was going to be different. Your not
Fido or Peter here. Your Jonathan."
"And Jonathan is going to get Stya ready to fuck Jonathan's
ass."
Before I could tell him he didn't have to do that his mouth
was sucking on my nipple, sucking hard and all thoughts of giving
him an out went with it. I stared at the ceiling and felt him
work my body with his mouth and tongue.
Until he sucked my toes I had never given much credence to
those who claimed that feet had powers over the rest of the body.
My mall rat changed my mind fast. My body shook and a loud moan
escaped my lips. It only made him suck harder as he pressured
different places on my feet. If he hadn't stopped when he did I
would have shot right then.
"Where the rubbers?" He asked.
"Night table, that side." I gestured weekly.
Regaining some strength I grabbed Jonathan on his return and
brought his mouth to mine. I felt a difference this time as our
tongues mated. As our mouths parted I looked into his eyes and
they confirmed it. Peter was dead, Fido might be too except for
role playing, but Jonathan was alive.
"Sit on my cock Jonathan. Take me inside."
"Yes Stya, you will fuck Jonathan."
It was like he had followed my thoughts.
He slipped the condom on my still hard cock, straddled me
and slipped me in. Fido's ass had definitely been broken in but
Jonathan knew how to control it. Ass muscles squeezing as he
slowly rose up on down on a pair of muscular legs.
"Its not going to take long."
"I know, and I want to feel it inside of me."
I lifted him off me and put him face down on the bed and
raised his hips. Sliding back in I reached around and grabbed
his hard again cock and matched my hand strokes with my fuck
strokes.
Three minutes later I filled the condom and his ass squeezed
every last ounce of jism out of my body. Staying in him I bent
over and kissed his neck as I kept jerking him off. It didn't
take long before his load coated the bed.
With that I rolled off of him and pulled him on top of me.
"Thanks Stya."
"For what? We did this together."
"That's why."
Mall Punk: Part 2
After I finished fucking Jonathan we crawled under the
covers and fell asleep. I would have slept soundly but was
wakened several times during the night by the boy's turning and
thrashing around. After the third time I leaned over and kissed
his forehead and he settled down for the rest of the night.
Drifting off to sleep I thought what a deprived life he had left
if something that simple made him feel safe.
With all men there is one thing powerful enough to wake us
up from the deepest sleep. The need to piss. I groaned, looked
at the clock, 9:04. Pushing myself up I remembered Jonathan,
looked over to the other side of the bed. Not there.
"I'm here sir."
I swung my head over to the dresser and saw him sitting on
the floor dressed in his clothes, including collar and leash.
The need to piss vanished.
"You going somewhere?"
He shrugged, "somewhere."
"Why?"
"Don't play games with me Stya." Anger flared, "You know
the game as well as I do. You pick me up, we have some sex. You
give me a place to sleep, maybe something to eat, some money and
then I split. Just give me a ride back to the mall and I'll be
out of your life."
I put my robe on and sat in front of him. "Jonathan, last
night at the mall I intended to play that game. I saw
Fido, wanted to take him here, play all kind of sex games with
the dog last night, another session this morning and send him on
his way."
"Don't talk about me in the third person."
I took his hand. "I'm talking to Jonathan, I'm talking
about somebody else called Fido or Peter. Something changed when
I walked downstairs to start playing. You turned back into
Jonathan, somebody I don't think you've been for a long time."
"So what your saying is that you like me enough to keep me
around today, Sunday and drop me off on the way to work on
Monday? Good enough." He started to take his jacket off and I
stopped him. "I thought that's what you wanted?"
"You, you idiot, don't you get what I'm saying? Your right
about today and tomorrow. Wrong about Monday."
"Your saying you want me to move in and be your sex slave?"
"I want you to stay, yes I want to have sex with you. You
are gorgeous, sexy and talented. Slave, no."
"You don't want to use your toys with me?"
"With Jonathan, with Jonathan pretending to be Fido I do. I
don't want to live with Fido. Do you understand?" I held out my
arms and drew him to me. He put his lips to mine, for a long,
long time.
"How do you know you can trust me?" Jonathan whispered
"Give me your word."
"That simple?"
"I ask you to accept me at my word, how can I do less with
you."
"The best I can do," he said after a long pause, "is try and
never hurt you. Jonathan needs some time to give more than
that."
"Fine with me. Now I've really got to take a piss, figure
out what you want to do about breakfast."
When I emerged from the bathroom he was naked again, except
for the collar and leash. He handed the leash to me, "Jonathan's
not hungry yet and Fido wants to play."
"You don't have to do this."
"I'm fourteen years old, I've been having sex for over half
of that. For the first time I'm making the decision. Fido wants
to play." He snarled and yipped.
I slapped his buttocks, "then come on little doggie get on
down to the basement." I pulled on the leash and he followed me
down.
Once down in the basement we went through the room we'd been
in the night before and into my playroom. He gasped as he saw my
layout.
"You want to change your mind Jonathan?"
"Fido wants to play. Play with these." He pointed at the
chains.
I took the leash off and snapped a cuff on each arm and
raised him from the floor. I cuffed his ankles and cranked them
down and apart. When I had him spread eagled I went to my rack
of dildos and picked up a nice 10" long 4" thick dong and rammed
it up his ass.
Man did he yelp in surprise but took it all like the whore
he was, had been. It was time for the cat o'nine tails. I waved
them in front of his eyes and caressed his cheeks. Fido let out
a low contented growl.
Now some, most, men I've done this with they tense up when I
walk behind, not him. If anything he relaxed. Rubbing my hand
over his back I felt the welts, the scars from earlier beatings.
He must have sensed my hesitation.
"Please Stya, Fido wants, Fido needs."
"Fido gets." The lash struck his back, five times, ten.
"Fido wants more."
Another ten, his back was a sea of red criss-crossing lines.
The blood was just under the skin.
"Fido wants more."
"Is Fido sure."
He nodded his head, "Fido wants more."
For the next twenty strokes I put my strength into it. His
body twitched with each blow and with the last one he shot his
load. A beautiful sight to behold, streams of boy cum shooting
out from his cock. Dropping the whip I ran around and sucked the
remains from his cock. When his balls were empty and his rod
licked clean he looked down at me."
"Fido happy. Fido wants to play something else now."
I lowered him until his feet were on the ground and slowly
released him, making sure he could stand. When he could walk I
led him over to a specially constructed rocking horse. First I
strapped his wrists to each side of the horses head. Then I
inserted his cock and balls into its body and clamped them in. I
walked in front and stuck my cock in front of his face.
"Play with the bone doggy."
"Ruff, ruff."
"No not rough, gently." I giggled, he started laughing.
The sight of him bound like that laughing made me laugh even
harder. Finally we got ourselves under control and he started
licking my cock. His tongue flicking the slit, licking away the
oozing precum.
"Fido's ass going to get something new to play with."
"Fido's ass wants to play with something new."
I yanked the dildo out, then waited five minutes before I
rammed my cock all the way in. I waited for a minute.
"Fido wants to be fucked by Stya."
"Stya fucks Fido." I slapped each ass cheek hard and
proceed to slowly fuck the beautiful ass. Jonathan's hole had
been well used but the outside was still a beautiful 14 year
old's ass, nice and smooth and white.
My strokes quickened and lengthened as my rod got bigger.
My fingers found his nipples and started playing with them. I
nipped the back of his neck. The dog growled like a satisfied
bitch in heat. The boy underneath me let out a long, contented
sigh.
That sigh was too much for me. I pulled out, pumped twice
and shot my jism up his back. It was one of my longest, biggest
loads of my life. I collapsed on his back, my load gluing us
together. When I caught my breath I stood.
"Stya want to play with Fido some more?"
"Later, Stya wants to get Jonathan washed up, then we'll go
out to breakfast and buy you some new clothes."
"Fi, no, I would like that very much."
I unhooked him from the horse, and brought his sweaty body
to mine. Our lips met and tongues danced. Then I took the
collar off and dropped it to the ground. "This is the only place
you wear that, and only when you want too."
Jonathan led me up the stairs and I saw that his back was
quickly returning to normal. Was it so used to this that it just
absorbed the new welt marks?"
As we entered the bathroom he spotted the Jacuzzi and
pointed. "Another time, I'm hungry."
Jonathan nodded and grinned as we got into the shower. I
turned the water on warm and picked up the soap. He took my hand
and put it on his cock. "For this?"
The soap went back where it belonged, I knelt and his cock
was were it belonged.
Mall Punk: Part 3
I stayed on my knees in the shower and sucked Jonathan's
cock as the warm, soothing water cascaded over our bodies. It
hadn't taken that long for his fourteen year old balls to
recharge and he quickly emptied his next load down my throat.
"Does that take care of your hunger?" He asked as I
finished draining his jism.
"No, I'm always hungry for this. However, we both need to
eat before we go any further.
He lifted me to my feet, we kissed and finished showering.
"You got something for Jonathan to wear? I don't feel like
Fido's clothes today."
"Your about 5'7", right?"
"Eight, 26" waist."
"Five inches shorter and four thinner. Do you wear
underwear?"
"No, that's something neither one of us does."
"Fine, put these on and pick out a pair of sneakers from the
closet." I threw him a Diamondback's t-shirt and a pair of
shorts.
"Toothbrush?"
I gave him a new one and we continued in silence. It would
have taken the boy far less time to shave except he had spots to
work on that I didn't.
"You do prefer this look?" He said as he wiped his chest
and groin.
"Yes, including not having the purple hair."
"Do I have to wear the sneakers?"
"We're going places where they don't let barefoot mall punks
in, so yes you do."
He turned away and I thought I saw him brush a tear away.
"What's wrong Jonathan?" I asked putting my arms around
him.
"Is that what I am, a mall punk?"
"No your not, it's what you looked like, or Fido did." I
turned him around and dried his eyes. "Now lets get something to
eat.
I had taken Jonathan to a nearby diner and while I settled
for a cheese and broccoli omelette he went through a stack of
pancakes, scrambled eggs, home fries and both orders of toast.
As he worked on his second glass of chocolate milk he turned in
his seat and blew me a small kiss. I blushed and returned it.
"Do you have any questions Stya?"
"Of course, do you want to give me answers?"
"I'll give you the truth as far as I can, but I won't lie."
"Fair enough, are you from the Sorrel area?"
"Far side of the city, Mt. Bev actually."
That took me by surprise, Mt. Bev was the richest community
in the county, hell the richest in the state. His parents must
be live in servants, something like that.
"You said you've been having sex for more than half your
life, since you were six or so?"
"That's as far back as I can remember, probably started even
before. The first time I remember is my sixth birthday and my
brother David coming in, flipping me over on my stomach and
fucking my ass. On his way out he said, 'I hope you enjoyed your
present you piece of shit.'"
"Didn't you tell your parents?"
"My mother was my father's second wife, his trophy wife.
She died in a car accident shortly after I was born and father
remarried his first wife. She tolerated my presence but treated
the servants' kids better. David was seventeen already when this
happened and he was the middle of three boys who hated me from
the second I was conceived. The real turning point."
"You don't have to continue."
"Thanks Stya, but I want to. It's about time somebody else
knew the truth about the Lamont Sorrel family." He caught my
astonishment, "yes my father is that rich, and no I don't know
why he didn't just shunt me off to some year round boarding
school.
"Anyway, the real turning point was Pete's, the youngest of
the three, fifteenth birthday. Up to then David and Robert had
used me every once in a while. For Pete's birthday they decided
I was going to be the entertainment. As the party was going on
they came up to my room. I just flipped over on my stomach and
stuck my ass up when I saw them. David lifted my head and Robert
put a choke collar around my neck and pulled it tight...."
"Listen you piece of shit, your going to the party. They're
going to play pin the tail on the donkey, with you as the donkey.
The closest one to your asshole gets to fuck you first, and then
the other twenty or so boys get their chance. As many times as
they fucking want to fuck your fucking ass. You got that
shithead?"
"Why are." He pulled the chain and I gasped for air. "I
understand Robert."
He tightened it some more. "That's Robert, sir."
"I understand Robert sir." I croaked.
As we took the elevator down from my room in the attic to
the party room in the basement they made my get down on my hands
and knees and put a pair of donkey ears on me. My brother and
his friends were hysterical when they saw me.
"We said you were going to play a special version of pin the
tail on the donkey. Well here's the donkey, now here's the
rules. You put on the blindfold, take your tail with this nice
long pin and we push you in the right direction. You keep going
until your tail is in and stays in, it shouldn't be too hard with
these long sharp pins. Bray for the nice boys donkey." Finished
Robert and yanked the chain.
I did my best donkey imitation and that got them laughing
even harder. Naturally Pete won the contest, David had guided
his hand right inside my crack so it looked like a real tail.
They dragged me over to some large cushions on the floor, tied my
hands around a pillar and hooked the chain to a hook well above
my head.
They needn't have bothered, I was beaten by then. They
fucked me for hours. Pete even invited the servants and their
sons in to join the party. I swear one of the servants cock felt
like it was going to come out my throat by the time he finished."
I wanted to make Jonathan stop, but I knew he had to finish
on his own.
"Except when I ate meals with the family it was another five
years before I wore clothes again regularly."
"No school?"
"I was being "tutored" at home. Actually they kept buying
me the latest computers and educational software and porno
programs and videotapes. Once they even gave me one where I was
the star. Made me proud actually that there were people out
there paying to see me get fucked from both ends, cummed on by
ten cocks at once."
I was crying by this point and he wiped my tears away.
"Let's go shopping, I'll finish when were home."
After I composed myself I took his hand and gave it a
squeeze. "Whatever you want."
He took my hand as we walked out of the diner. It may have
drawn some stares but neither of us noticed.
We went to a different mall and I think my credit cards went
into shock by the time he was finished. Jonathan knew exactly
what he wanted, not to look anything like a mall punk. Rather he
dressed like a cool suburbanite teen. The only thing I insisted
on was a couple pair of sneakers to go with the sandals he
wanted.
When we arrived home I showed him the room next to mine.
"What's this?"
"Your room, your own bed, closet, dresser, bathroom."
"Why?"
I saw puzzlement and fear in his eyes, and took him in my
arms. Ours mouths locked, tongues danced, it seemed like that
gum commercial. I whispered in his ear, "I'm not kicking you out
of my room, much less my bed. One, there isn't enough room in my
closets for all the stuff we just bought." He giggled at that.
"Secondly, you deserve to have a space for yourself. Fido
I'd have kept at the foot of my bed, not Jonathan."
"Call me that again."
"Jonathan."
He left his new clothes in their bags and led me back to my
room. Once inside he shucked his clothing and was working on my
shirt buttons.
"You don't have to do this."
"Say that again."
"You don't have to do this."
"Again." As he started on my belt.
"You don't have to do this."
"Again." As he pulled my pants down and sank to his knees.
"You don't have to do this."
"That's the sexiest thing anybody's said to me." With that
he took my cock in his mouth and deep throated my stiffening rod.
I stood looking at his bobbing head, long blond hair bouncing.
I looked down and said the hardest thing in my life. "You
don't have to do this."
The head stopped moving, hair tossed to one side so I could
see one eye. Pure unadulterated joy.
Jonathan went back to work and was swallowing my load in
seconds.
"Don't swallow it all." I lifted him up, we kissed and I
brought some of my cum into my mouth. I sank to my knees and
inhaled is rigid boy cock. After a couple of minutes I stood and
led him to the bed.
"Fuck me. Fuck me with your cum soaked sex tool."
A smile crossed his lips, then he said it.
"You don't have to do this."
I lay with my back on the bed and raised my legs. "Fuck me
Jonathan."
He caressed my ass, fingers stroking my crack, he pulled my
ass cheeks apart and slowly inserted his cock in my hole.
Slowly, gently, I've never been fucked so beautifully before.
Long, slow rhythmic strokes. I stared into the boy's face and
saw something there. Any attempt to describe it would be futile
so I wont even bother.
Without missing a stroke he leaned over and nibbled on my
neck as he massaged my breasts. My cock was rigid and leaking
precum. He felt it poking his chest and took hold of it and
started matching hand strokes to fuck strokes.
Finally he took his cock out of my ass, held both together
in his hands and stroked. Seconds later two huge streams of cum
coated my body. Five, six streams shot out of both before they
began to subside.
I pulled him to me, our cum making a seal. "This you have
to do." I pulled his head to mine and we kissed.
Mall Punk: Part 4
We ordered pizza and stayed in that night. Less than 24
hours after I'd picked him up outside the movies as a sex toy
we're sitting in front of the TV watching a basketball game. We
each picked a team and yelled and moaned as their fortunes rose
and fell. When the game was over we went upstairs.
"Which bedroom?"
"Yours, but I'm beat, I just want to go to sleep.
"No problem. I'm beat too." I started to ask if this was a
test but decided asking would lower my grade. We took turns in
the bathroom and when he joined me in bed I turned off the
lights, kissed him and turned over.
Jonathan turned the other way and our backs touched. I was
about to fall asleep when I felt him shift.
"Hold me Stya." Said a small boy.
I turned over, cradled his body into mine, put my arm over
him and we slept that way till late the next morning.
This time it was Jonathan who had to take a piss and though
he tried to be gentle he woke me up trying to escape my embrace.
After we each had relieved ourselves we got back into bed. He
took me into his arms and kissed me gently.
"I appreciated last night, it was special."
For a moment I couldn't figure out what was so special.
Just two friends eating, watching, sleeping. Then it struck me.
"You've never had an evening like that, have you?"
"No, the only time anybody bothered with me was to use me.
I could go weeks without seeing anybody. They'd take my food up
on a tray, leave it outside the elevator and when I got hungry I
went and got it."
"Couldn't you take the elevator down?"
"Did that once and the next day they made it so you needed a
key to call it from my level, and why give the dog a key."
"What made you leave home?"
"Kiss me first." We kissed long and hard.
"I withdraw the question."
"Denied, I want you to know, need you to know."
"OK, but you know you can stop."
"Shut up, OK?"
I nodded and took his hand.
"It was my fourteenth birthday. My brothers had been
teasing me that they had arranged for something special. After
supper they came up and told me to take a bath and be thorough
about it. After all I was to be the guest of honor.
"When I emerged they had changed into skin tight leather
pants, leather vests and boots. Robert walked over and put a
collar and leash around my neck, handcuffed my hands behind me
and shackled my feet."
"Was that the first time he leashed and chained you?"
"Not even close, they'd been calling me Fido and treating me
like a dog for a couple of years already. Anyway, he took the
leash and led me outside to the guest house on the far side of
the pool. They had converted it into something like your
playroom downstairs. There must have been forty of their friends
there. They chained me up and took turns whipping my back and
paddling my ass. When each one's arms got tired he fucked me.
Robert waited till the end. Before he picked up the whip he
showed me my present. A three inch thick, 14" long hard rubber
dildo. He walked behind me and rammed it up my cum soaked
butthole."
"That must have hurt."
"It was probably the nicest thing he did that night, make
that second nicest. My butt was so broken in and lubricated that
it slid right in. Anyway he flipped me around and started
whipping my front, he didn't care where he hit. Pete had tied my
balls off so I couldn't shoot but my cock was rock hard and I
think he aimed at it he hit it so often. When he dropped the
whip and picked up the paddle I thought he was going to hit my
cock with it but he flipped me back around again and whacked my
ass until I felt blood dripping down my legs. He slid his nine
thick inches into me with the dildo still buried to the hilt.
David climbed up the bars and stuck his cock down my throat."
"Bastards" I whispered, and got a shrug in return.
"That's what they thought I was. Somehow Pete climbed up
next to David and I was sucking both their cocks, getting fucked
by Robert and the dildo and was listening to the cheers. Finally
all three pulled out and shot their loads all over my face and
back.
"After that they tied me to a rack like device, tightened it
up a bit and stuck a lit candle in my ass and sat around drinking
while it burned. When that was done it sort of becomes a blur.
I don't know how many times I was fucked that night. Finally
though I realized that everyone was asleep and I was loose. I
was naked except for the collar and leash but searched around and
found a pair of jeans and jacket that fit, rifled some wallets,
and got the hell out of there. It was a long walk to the main
road but once I squeezed through the gate I breathed in freedom.
I felt like a prisoner freed after a fourteen year sentence."
"That was the biggest favor he did for you?"
"The only real favor the fucking bastard. Well that's it
for now. Let's go out to Sunday Brunch at the Highlander Inn, I
hear its fabulous."
"Then your good clothes, and maybe while were there we can
plan our future." We kissed.
He went to his room and I went to shower. Suddenly it hit
me. How did he know it was fabulous? What was Jonathan plotting
and how much trouble could it cause me, us? He knocked on the
door and I told him to meet me in the living room, I'd be right
down. As I put my shoes on I reached for the phone.
We were working on our second helpings when I saw two young
men staring at us from across the room.
"There's two guys staring at us from across the room."
"I know, I expected them to be here. They kept telling me
how great this place was, how they came every Sunday with their
girl friend of the moment. I guess they bring their wives now."
"Who are they?" Though I had already narrowed it down to
three names.
"Robert and David, Pete's never up this early, probably
still sleeping it off."
"You seem calm. This could get dangerous."
He nodded.
"They'll wait for, me to leave the table." I took a pocket
recorder out of my pocket and placed it on the table. "When I
get up push these two buttons and place it in your pocket. Don't
shut it until I tell you."
"I'm glad were on the same page."
"Don't say anything to lead them on, if were going to pull
this off."
"I'll let them cook their own goose."
"I've got to get you better educational software."
I raised my voice, "I see some people I know, I'll be back
in a couple of minutes."
As I walked over to a table across the room I saw Robert and
David's eyes following me across the room. When they got up I
debated turning around but decided to let his plan, and mine,
play out.
"Hi dad, mom," I kissed my mother and sat down with my back
to the table but where my parents could keep an eye on him.
"Fine son, that the boy you told us about." My father
asked.
"Yes."
"He looks familiar, who is he?"
"Jonathan Sorrel, where do you know him from."
He whistled, "We've been to fundraisers at the mansion, must
have seen him there."
I shook my head, "He ran away four months ago and no missing
person report. Shows some caring parents, doesn't it?"
"Son, there's one question I have to ask."
"Don't.
"I care for him, I cared for him before I knew who his
father was. Later on I'll tell you what's his life's been like.
I don't want him to go through that any more dad."
"Do you know what your looking to take on."
"Yes."
From behind I could hear voices being raised and my father
raised his head.
"Looks like your tables getting a little noisy. Think its
time for us to go over?"
"In a moment, I want to get as much of this down as I can."
"Don't tell me your taping this."
"I won't"
"That's my boy."
"You'd better get a move on Stya," my mother said. "One of
the boys looks like he's going to get rough with Jonathan."
I turned and saw that each had grabbed an arm. I got up and
ran over, hearing my father's chair moving behind me.
When I got there I saw Jonathan struggling to stay in the
seat while his brothers tried to pull him up.
"What you two guys doing to my friend?"
The taller one turned, "You the faggot fucking this dog
now?"
"No, I'm not fucking this dog now. He's not a dog, he's a
boy. And I'm not fucking this boy either. What's he to you
anyway."
"This piece of shits my brother, he ran away from home four
months ago."
I could see Jonathan smiling as his brothers continued
digging their graves.
"That so David? That's funny, never did a get a missing
persons report filed on him."
The two turned to the voice and recognized him in a second.
"Why Sheriff Maskovitz to see you here. An honor and a pleasure
to see you here, and with opportune timing as well. This is my
brother Jonathan. I don't know what this child molester has been
doing with him." David said.
"He isn't a child molester, he's my son." All three
brothers' faces dropped in amazement.
"What's your son doing with my brother?" David asked when
he recovered.
"I think we should go find someplace a little more private
to continue this discussion." My father said.
"Good idea, don't want to go embarrassing anybody's family
now." Robert answered.
It didn't take long before the five of us were sitting
around a conference room table. My father immediately took
charge.
"Jonathan."
"Yes Sheriff?"
"Are these your brothers?"
"Half brothers, they're from my father's first wife. I'm
from his late second wife."
"See now, they say you ran away from home around four months
ago?"
"Yes sir, my fourteenth birthday, I escaped to freedom on my
birthday."
"What do you mean 'escaped to freedom' you little brat? You
lived a good life in our house."
"That's true son, a lot of people would like to grow up in a
house like that."
"A house like that maybe, but not with people like these.
Not the way they treated me. I was nothing but a fucking dog and
a dog they fucked whenever they damned pleased."
"That's a lie. We treated you with nothing but respect."
Jonathan placed the still recording cassette player on put
on the table. "Well, let the Sheriff hear the first part of our
conversation."
"Let me have that recorder son." My father said.
Robert and David looked at each other as my father rewound
the tape. Sweat beading on their brows.
"Now wait," Robert stammered, "you can't use that. We
didn't know we were being taped. That's eavesdropping, an
illegal tap, something like that."
"Sorry Robert, its perfectly legal. Any private citizen has
the right to tape a conversation he's a part of without informing
the other person. I couldn't do it as Sheriff without a warrant
but your brother is totally within his rights."
The rewind button popped up and my father went to press the
play button when David put his hand on top.
"Now Sheriff, my father's been a big contributor to your
campaigns. You don't want him to start supporting your opponent
in the next election, do you?"
"You trying to blackmail an officer of the law boy? I
respect your father and welcome his support, but I don't depend
on it. Now get your fucking hand off me and sit down before I
cuff you."
Robert pulled David back into his chair.
"Stya."
"Yes Sheriff."
He glared at me. "Either one of these boys try to leave the
room, stop them."
"Yes sir."
He hit the play button and my hatred built toward these two
animals like nothing ever before. I started praying that one
would try to bolt the room.
When he heard his voice my father turned the recorder off.
"You two, your brother and friends aren't going to see
daylight for a long, long time once I get through with you. I
can see the headlines now. I can see the for sale sign in front
of the house, and nobody wanting it."
"Please Sheriff, we won't come anywhere near Jonathan.
Ever, we promise to leave him alone." You could hear the tears
in Robert's voice.
We looked at Jonathan, he started to nod his head and then
shook it.
"I agree with you Jon, can I call you Jon?"
"Yes sir."
"Don't you trust us, you have our word."
"No way do I trust you two. This is what's going to happen.
Your father will give Stya legal guardianship over Jon. He'll
pay $2,000 a week in child support so he can live like a Sorrel.
Third, I keep the tape locked in my private safe at headquarters
and if I ever hear of any of you bothering Stya or Jonathan
you'll go to jail. If I hear of you using or abusing another
child, like your sons, you'll never see the outside of a jail."
"The last you have our word, but we can't agree to the
guardianship."
"Then use that phone and get your father down here. Now."
We sat in silence until Lamont Sorrel walked in. He glanced
at his oldest sons and then walked over to his baby.
"You OK Johnny?"
"Yes father, I'm fine, now."
"Lamont, lets you and me talk."
The two fathers talked for a while. I could see my father
holding Lamont's arm, couldn't tell for support or to stop him
from attacking David and Robert. Finally they turned and joined
us at the table.
"Mr. Maskovitz, will you take care of my son? Like I should
have."
"I'll do my best sir. As I told my father, I cared for him
before I found out who his father was. My decision has nothing
to do with your money."
"Then you don't want the child support?"
"The guardianship papers mean more to me sir."
"You'll have both, the papers and the first check by
Wednesday. Stash, I have a favor to ask."
"I told you, I'm holding on to the tape."
"I just want a copy, so I can listen to it, so the four of
us can listen to it. I'm going to take your advice too, I'm
going to garnish my sons' wages for a chunk of this money."
Robert started to say something but shut up when his father
raised his hand.
"The two of you, get out of my sight. Send you wives home
in one car and the two of you take the other for a ride, I don't
want to see you again today."
"Yes father." They mumbled and fled.
Lamont rose from his chair and knelt in front of Jonathan.
"I'm sorry son, truly. Someplace along the line I just lost
sight of you and what was going on. I hope that one day you'll
forgive me."
Tears were streaming down Jonathan's face and I rose to go
to him but my father held me back. I realized he was right.
Finally Jonathan spoke, "The best I can do is try father.
Give me time, but remember this, I'll always be a Sorrel."
They stood and hugged. Lamont shook my father's hand and
then took mine.
"I have your word you care for my boy and you'll take care
of him." It wasn't a question but I answered it anyway.
"Yes sir."
Lamont Sorrel walked out of the room and silence fell.
"Look boys," my father finally broke the silence, "I don't
know about you but I'm still hungry. Haven't had dessert yet.
Besides Stya, its about time your mother met her foster
grandson."
I looked at Fido, Peter, Jonathan.
"We'll join you in a minute dad, we just need a moment
alone."
He hugged us both and walked out, closing the door behind
him. I took Jonathan in my arms. He held on tight.
"Grandfather, Grandmother, I've never called anybody that
before. But Stya."
Our lips met, "Don't worry, I know what you need from me.
Someone who loves and respects you as a person, even when your
pretending to be Fido."
Jonathan nodded, our lips met, and we kissed for a long,
long time.
To be continued.....
Postscript: It's funny how, even in what started out as a simple
porn story, you can get attached to your characters. When I
dictated the rough draft I wrote the taped conversation between
the three brothers. When it came to write it down I couldn't
write it down. Somehow wasn't fair to Jonathan to let strangers
hear how his brother's talked to him.
I hope you've enjoyed the first four parts. I'm going on a fact
finding trip next week for Part V: Vacation
Sid G