Date: Wed, 30 Dec 2009 14:09:31 -0500
From: zackarydillon@hushmail.com
Subject: The Boys of Cockey Hills: Chapter 3

The Boys of Cockney Hills
By Zackary Dillon

This story is intended for mature audiences. If you are a minor or not
legally allowed to read erotic material, then please stop reading now. This
story involves sexual relationships between men and boys. If that's not
your thing, then please stop reading now. This story may contain
sado-masochism and bondage, if that's not your thing, please stop reading
now. If you can't separate fantasy from reality, then stop reading now. I
don't endorse or condone any of the actions taking place in this story,
it's just a story. In other words, don't try this at home.

This series was inspired by William Rush's story 'A Christmas in New
Atlantis', but it was also inspired by another short story of his called
'This Love Lost in My Heart'. I don't want to ruin that story for you, so
I'll just leave it at that. If you like this story and want to read more
stories based in the New Atlantis Earth, you can go to
http://www.asstr.org/~pza/ and visit the PZA Boy Archives. If you want to
contact me you can reach me at zackarydillon@Hushmail.com.

Chapter 3 A Tale of Two Boys

I look at the two little boys kneeling down between my legs and I can see
that they're nervous. Jordan and Kyle had both agreed to share the duty of
sucking me off if I gave them a reward. Jordan looks at Kyle, trying to
decide who should go first. My cock is dripping pre-cum, it's oozing from
the slit and running down to the base of my dick.

"It's not that bad," I say, "you guys sucked each other, mine is just a bit
bigger." Actually my dick is nearly twice in size. At six inches long, six
and half if I get really excited, it's about average for a man, but for a
twelve and nine year old boy, it's still pretty big. "Who wants to go
first?" I ask.

The boys look at each, then Kyle pushes Jordan towards me. Jordan looks at
the boy, then sighs as he crawls the few feet it takes to reach me. He
looks up at me and asks, "can't we just jerk it off?"

"No," I say, "the deal was a blowjob."

Jordan shakes his head, he takes my dick in his hand and then leans forward
sticking his tongue out, looking at me as he does it, probably hoping I'll
stop him, but instead I just smile and nod. His little pink tongue feels
like velvet on the head of my dick. I groan and he pulls away, worried
about what was happening. "Don't stop," I say.

I watch him as he runs his tongue through my pre-cum, getting a taste of
the clear fluid oozing out. Kyle is next to him now, looking at Jordan,
then me. He reaches his hand out and holds the base of my cock. Jordan
looks at him. I have to put my hand on the top of his head and point him
back towards my cock to get him to start licking again. He's running his
tongue along the shaft now. He knows he's tasting my juices, I can tell by
the queasy look in his eyes, but he doesn't stop, he's resigned himself to
the task at hand.

The two little boys look so cute nestled between by knees. The dark haired
hispanic boy with his tongue running all over my cock, and the blonde
haired, blue eyed tyke holding my cock up for him. They both are watching
my thick dick, wondering what's going to happen, knowing that it's going to
shoot stuff out eventually.

"Suck it," I say to Jordan. "Put it in your mouth."

"Do I have to," Jordan asks, looking at me like I'm asking him to eat
spinach.

"Yes," I say, "come on it's not that bad. I sucked you."

"But mines not hairy," Jordan says, then without any more prodding, he
slips the glans inside of his mouth and I cry out, half in pain and half in
pleasure.

"Watch the fucking teeth," I say, feeling them scrape softly across my
shaft.

"Sorry," he says, pulling my dick back out.

"Keep sucking," I say, "It's okay, just be careful."

Jordan nods, his lips once again wrap around my cock. I moan as I feel his
tongue flick against my glans. Jordan's watching me and Kyle's watching
Jordan, knowing it'll be his turn soon. I stroke Jordan's dark hair,
running my hands through his little spiked locks, feeling like I'm in
heaven. Jordan's a natural bottom, I can tell. He's watching me to make
sure he's doing it right. He's starving for attention and right now he's
got my undivided attention.

Kyle's moving one hand up and down my shaft as Jordan sucks the tip of my
cock and using the other to stroke his own little three inch stiffy. I
think about telling him to stop, but I just let it go, knowing that I
intend to fill the kid's mouth next, hopefully with a healthy dose of
spunk.

"Kyle's turn," I say, looking at my little slave boy. Kyle stares at me for
a second, then at my cock. "Come on buddy," I say, "show Jordan how it's
done."

Kyle smirks as he pushes Jordan aside and takes my cock in his mouth,
sucking a good length of the rod inside of his mouth. I moan and I lurch
forward as I feel the warmth of the nine year old's mouth surround nearly
my entire cock.

"Cool," Jordan say, watching his new buddy work my tool. "He must suck lots
of cocks," Jordan says. That gets Kyle upset and he pulls off and looks at
the boy, his eyes like daggers.

"No I don't," Kyle says, "I just know what I like when you're sucking me,
dummy."

"Sorry," Jordan says bashfully.

Kyle doesn't miss a beat, the next moment he's got me back inside and he's
sucking away, using his tongue to run along the underside of my cock. I
moan and put my hand on top of his head, guiding him up and down the length
of my shaft.

"Do you think you can take it all," I ask Kyle. Kyle looks up and nods,
never taking my cock out of his mouth, a second later he's making a slow
descent down the length of my cock. I feel it bump the back of his throat
and he gags, he almost made it. I think he's done trying, but he's not, he
gives it a second go, this time I feel the tip enter his throat and I moan
as his throat muscles surround my glans.

"Wow," Jordan says, his face inches from cock as he watches the lewd
display, then he says, "Let me try."

Kyle gives me this knowing look and pulls off my rod. It's slick with his
spit, shiny even. Jordan wipes it off with a hand towel, then looks at me,
making sure that I'm watching him. He takes my cock in, but he can only get
about four inches before he starts to choke, still it feels like heaven,
his mouth squeezing around my shaft is pure bliss.

"You can do it," I say smiling at the boy. He looks up at me, this serious
look on his face, he wants to do this, to beat the other boy. This time
when he goes down, Kyle puts his hand on the back of Jordan's head and
pushes the boy all the way down. Jordan gags, his eyes get really big, but
Kyle doesn't let him up 'til I grab his hand and pull it away.

"You did it," Kyle says with this evil little grin. Jordan looks like he's
about to cry.

"Are you okay buddy," I ask Jordan as I pull him up to sit beside me. He
nods his head, frowning. "What the fuck," I say to Kyle, "what did you do
that for?"

Kyle's face goes white, his grin is gone and he looks at me with these
pleading eyes, "I'm sorry, it was just a joke. I'm sorry Jordan."

"Fucking aye," I say to the little slave boy, grabbing him by the hair and
pulling him to my crotch. He opens his mouth and lets my cock slip
inside. I use my hand to guide him on and off my dick. Jordan's watching
him, he puts his hand on top of mine to stop me.

"I want you to do it in my mouth," he says, looking at me with this look of
adoration, "I want to make you feel good." He crawls back down between my
legs and takes Kyle's place. I watch him as he slowly moves his mouth up
and down the length of my cock. I put my hand on the back of his head to
guide him on and off of my cock. He doesn't resist, instead he looks at me,
trying to make sure he's doing it right. The young warm wet mouth is
coaxing the seed from my balls. I can feel the tingles as they surge up
from the base of my cock.

"Don't swallow," I say, "Just hold it in your mouth when I come." Jordan
nods, never taking his mouth off my cock. I can feel it now, the surge of
pleasure as it rushes up my cock, cum shoots into the little hispanic boy's
mouth, filling it up, he starts to choke, trying to keep up with it, but he
doesn't swallow, instead his cheeks just puff out. I groan, pulling all but
the tip out as it continues to jerk and spasm, shooting more seed into the
dark haired boy's mouth. He's looking at me, wondering what he's supposed
to do and I pull out and point my cock at Kyle, without saying a word, Kyle
wraps his lips around the tip, drinking whatever is left over as it spills
across the little blonde boy's tongue. I groan as the pleasure slowly dies
down.

I look at the two boys. Jordan looks like he's a chipmunk with a mouthful
of nuts, and Kyle has this sour look on his face, obviously not fond of the
taste of cum. "Give it to him," I say to Jordan. Jordan doesn't get it,
he's wondering what I mean. "Spit in his mouth," I say, "so he can swallow
it."

Jordan looks at Kyle, not wanting to force the boy to do it, but Kyle just
leans forward and opens his mouth, kissing the boy as Jordan feeds him my
juices. When he's got them all, Kyle looks at me and opens his mouth,
showing me the pool of white goo coating his tongue and teeth.

"Swallow," I say and he does, it slides down his throat with one big
gulp. I look at the two boys, their hair is messed up and they look
tuckered out from all the sex play. I'm still pissed at Kyle, I want to
pull him up over my lap and spank him 'til he can't sit down, but I
don't. Instead I look at Jordan and smile.

"Good job Jordan," I say, "and Kyle, you need to go to your bedroom."

"I'm sorry," Kyle says, "I was just kidding. I didn't mean to hurt him."

"He didn't hurt me Mr. Rogers," Jordan says, "it's okay."

"It's not okay," I say, "and he knows it. Go to your room Kyle, I'll be in
to talk to you in awhile."

Kyle looks at me, his bottom lip puffed out, I think he's going to cry, but
he doesn't, he just walks over to grab his t-shirt from in front of the
television and heads to his room. Jordan's watching, feeling guilty about
getting the boy in trouble. He has no idea he hasn't done anything wrong, I
place my hand on his shoulder and smile.

"It's okay buddy," I say.

"I didn't mean to get him in trouble," he says looking at me.

"You didn't get him in trouble," I say to him pulling him up to sit on my
lap, "he got himself in trouble." The boy gives me a half hearted smile and
I rub his tummy, looking at his still half-hard cock, bobbing in front of
him, trying to stay erect. "Do you want me to suck you again," I ask,
Jordan nods.

I spend the next ten minutes sucking the kid's pecker as he moans, laying
back on the couch, his hands locked in my hair as his body tenses up and
finally shudders as his little cock throbs and spits out the last remaining
drops of his boy juice on my tongue.

When he leaves he tells me he wants to come over tomorrow. I tell him to
drop by any time he wants. I guess Peter was wrong, Kyle isn't going to
chase all the boys away, not yet anyways.


I go to check on Kyle and he's sitting on his bed, fingering his little
willy. I frown, I can see he's probably addicted to masturbating. It'll
take a lot of discipline to get him to control his urges. He looks up to
see me watching and pulls his hand away and covers his little stiffy with
his t-shirt.

"You can't do that all the time," I say, as I walk over and sit down beside
him. "I thought we talked about this."

"I'm sorry," he says bowing his head, like he's ashamed.

"You don't need to be sorry," I say to him rubbing his back, "you just need
to get some self control. You're dick'll be sore if you keep playing with
it like that."

"I miss Cumbucket," he says to me, as if that explains everything.

"What does that have to do with it," I ask him.

"We used to do each other," he says, "like me and Jordan did. He was a good
kid."

"He's still a good kid," I say to him.

"I'm worried," he says, "Master's not nice to Cumbucket. He hasn't fed him
in days because he spit out his stuff. If he doesn't feed him soon..."

"What are you talking about," I ask him.

"My old master," Kyle says, "he wasn't feeding Cumbucket because he spit
some of his stuff out, but he couldn't swallow it all master, really he
couldn't."

"How long has it been since he ate," I asked.

"A week, maybe longer," Kyle says, this worried look on his face, "He
wasn't moving when I left. I love Bucket, I don't want him to die. Master,
you said I could have anything if I sucked you, I want you to save
Bucket. Please save him master."

"Fucking aye," I say, looking at Kyle, wondering what the hell I could
do. "Where does your master live?"

Two hours later I'm standing in front of a modern house sitting underneath
the seqouias near Marin County.  I knock on the door several times and
after a couple minutes the man answers. He looks at me trying to place
where he'd seen me.

"Mr. Rogers," he says a bit shocked to see me. "It's so good to see you."

"Where's Cumbucket," I say pushing past him.

"Hey," he says, "what's the big idea, you can't just barge into my home."

"Where is he," I say as I head to the back of the house, towards the room
Kyle's told me about. When I open the door I see the boy. He's crumpled up
in a ball, lying on a mattress on the floor, and it looks bad. I reach down
to check the kids pulse, he still has one. "You fucking monster," I say.

"You don't understand," the man says, pulling me away from the boy. I punch
him, square in the nose, he falls backwards straight on his ass.

"I understand," I say, for a second seeing my uncle and not the sleazy
slaver.

"He wouldn't listen," the man said, "you have to discipline them."

"Starving him," I say, looking at the naked little seven year old, his body
showing signs of a recent beating, "and God knows what else. You could go
to prison for this."

"No," he says to me, not bothering to get up, just holding onto my ankle,
begging me, "you can't do that. I'll do anything. You can have him. Come on
you can't do this to me. The boys fine, just feed him a bit, I know what
I'm doing."

"Draw the fucking papers up," I say, lifting the boy up off the dirty
mattress. I hear the little guy whimper, he's in so much pain, it's hard to
even look at the boy.

The papers are signed and I'm walking out to the car. I pull a protein bar
out of my pocket and chew it up, then feed him a little bit at a time, he
moans as he looks at me. He has light brown hair and brown eyes, his skin
is a soft tan, like he's Spanish or Italian. I worry he wont be able to
keep it down but he does. I lay him down across the backseat and cover him
with my jacket.

As I drive home I try to take the bumps as softly as I can, each one causes
the little guy to cry out. I pull into my garage and wait for the door to
close behind me before I pull the little boy out and bring him inside. I
want to take him to the hospital, but I know what'll happen, they'll
repossess him and put him back in the system, then who knows who'll get
him.

I carry the boy into the house and Kyle leaps up from the chair he's been
sitting in and runs over, crying, "Bucket. Oh Bucket, what did he do to
you?"

"Slurpy," the little boy says weakly, looking at Kyle like he doesn't
believe the boy's there.

"He'll be okay," I say, as Kyle wraps his arms around his little friend,
"We just need to let him rest."

"Bucket," Kyle sobs, not letting the boy go. I realize that this little boy
cradled in my arms has been the only friend Kyle's had in a year and now
Kyle thinks he's lost him for good.

"His name's not Cumbucket anymore," I say to Kyle, "his names Oliver."

"Please don't die Oliver," Kyle says, tears streaming down his cheeks.

I feed Oliver a little more food, making sure he drinks a bit of water
too. Kyle sits beside us, holding Oliver's hand, sniffling. Oliver looks at
me, frightened, wondering what's happening. The boy's out of it, in that
place half here and half somewhere else, and unless you've gone without
food for a few days, you don't know that place. My uncle used food as a
weapon when I stayed with him, I know what's happened and I know what you
have to do when it happens.

You want to eat everything you can see at first, but if you do, it just
makes you sick and you'll throw it back up. The trick is to eat slow and
drink a bit of water. When you do that it'll stay down. I feed the boy baby
food, it's easy on the stomach. He looks at me, not complaining, just not
sure what going to happen to him. I see the marks across his body and I
hope the man didn't break the boy's soul, but my heart says he has.

That night I put a t-shirt on the boy and lay him down next to me in my
bed. Kyle sleeps on the other side of me. Every time Oliver shifts, I wake
up. Sometimes I just watch him sleep, even in his dreams the kid's sad. I
stroke his hair and sing a song my mother used to sing to me when I was
sick. The kid smiles for a second and I almost loose it.

"I'm so sorry Oliver," I say looking at the boy as he lays there beside me.

"Why are you sorry," Oliver says in this tired beautiful voice, the first
sentence I've heard the boy utter since I found him.

"Because I didn't find you until tonight," I say.

Oliver reaches up and strokes my cheek, smiling, then a serious look comes
over his face, "are you going to hurt me?"

I look at him and shake my head, "I'll never hurt you Oliver. I promise."

He smiles and closes his eyes and falls to sleep. I lay awake watching the
boy, I don't remember when I fall asleep, I only know that when I wake up
Oliver isn't there and I start to panic, until I see him standing beside my
bed, naked, his hands locked together behind his neck.

"What are you doing," I ask him, shocked to see the boy standing there.

"I told him not to," Kyle says, walking into the bedroom, "but he was
afraid you'd punish him if he wasn't ready for you."

I reach out for Oliver and he flinches, I grab ahold of the boy gently and
pull him back to the bed. I look at him stroking his hair and say, "I know
you don't know me Oliver, but I know you and I promise you that I'll never
punish you for no reason and you know what else?" The boy shakes his
head. "I'll never ever make you wait for me to wake up," I say, "Okay?"

He nods his head and Kyle says, "see I told you."

Oliver is doing much better this morning, but he's still sore and weak. A
week without food is a long time. A man can survive much longer, but a boy,
who knows how much longer he might've gone. Even without the fear of death,
there's the other problems, the psychological trauma, the weakness of the
body and the soul. I can't imagine anyone doing this to a little boy, it's
beyond me, especially one as sweet and handsome as Oliver.

I prop Oliver up on the couch and let him watch TV. I feed him now and
again, still baby food, but he doesn't complain, he just gives me this
curious look. Kyle sits beside him the entire time, not doing anything but
looking at his little friend, the one he'd left behind to die or at least
that's what he thought.

I look back and I see what I thought was odd behavior as something else
now, the cruelty towards Jordan, the sense of doom, the lack of emotion, it
was Kyle's way of dealing with the fact that his only friend might die. His
old master had frightened him so much, that he wasn't willing to even say
anything about it. That was the reason he sucked me, to get his friend
back. Kyle's reward, at least in his mind, was his little friend's life.

That afternoon, as little Oliver sleeps on the couch, Kyle corners me in
the bedroom and unzipps my pants. He fishes my cock out and takes it in his
mouth, sucking it all the way in, looking me in the eyes as he does it. I
groan as I feel him slide back and forth along the length of my shaft, my
mind is lost in the sensations of his warm mouth.

There's this serious look in Kyle's eyes as he watchs me, not hesitating,
just trying to make it feel as good as he possibly can. I place my hand
behind his head and guide him on and off of my cock, picking up the pace as
I feel I'm about to cum. He speeds up on his own, flicking his tongue along
the bottom of my shaft, trying as hard as he can to bring me off.

When I come it hits the back of his throat and he coughs. His eyes water as
he pulls all but the head out of his mouth, stroking the rest with his hand
as he lets my cum spill out across his little tongue. When I'm done I pull
out and he opens his mouth, showing me the pearly white seed that's filled
his mouth to capacity, then he swallows.

"Why did you do that," I ask, smiling at the boy.

"Because you made me happy," the boy says. "I wanted to make you happy
too."

"Well you did," I say smiling, lifting the boy off his knees, "but you
don't need to do that if you don't want to."

"I want to master," Kyle says. "I like making you happy."

"Thank you buddy," I say, messing up his hair.