Date: Tue, 28 Nov 2017 14:01:33 +0100 (CET)
From: smashing@tutanota.com
Subject: Do You Like Boys Chapter 6

To eliminate any doubt I will state that this story is entirely a work of
fiction. Any resemblance to any person, living or dead is coincidental.

This chapter was very difficult to write because I dislike some of the
content. It contains verbal, physical and sexual abuse of a boy. If this
offends you please do not read it.

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When I woke in the morning both boys were on the same side of the bed,
snuggled together. Quietly I got out of bed and covered the boys with a
blanket then went to take my morning piss. I got cleaned up then went to
the kitchen to start breakfast. I turned the oven on to heat then made the
batter for the pancakes I had planned. Next I went to wake the boys.

They were already awake and it looked like they were jacking each other off
under the blanket. "Do that later, guys," I said. "Go get cleaned up and
come to the kitchen for breakfast. I think you will like it."

"Are we having bents again?" asked Kyle.

"Blintz, Kyle. Blintz. And no, we are not having BLINTZ for breakfast. If
you must know we are having German pancakes for breakfast."

"My mom makes pancakes all the time. That's nothing special," announced
Bernie.

"I'll bet they are not German pancakes," I said and pulled the blanket off
them. Kyle was still holding Bernie's boner in his hand and he had a good
hardon also. They both jumped, trying to grab the blanket so they would not
be uncovered. They were too slow and I told them again to get to the
bathroom to clean up.

When they got to the kitchen both boys were "dressed" in their tighty
whities. I had gotten everything ready and was pouring the batter for the
first pancake into an all metal sautee pan. I put it into the now hot oven
and set my timer.

"You're weird," Bernie told me. "My mom cooks them on top of the stove."

"Well, I'm not your mom and these are not her pancakes."

I had them set the table and bring the plates to me so I could serve
directly from the oven. The timer went off and I pulled the pan from the
oven with a potholder. It turned out very nicely with a wall around the
perimeter about two inches high. After transferring it to a plate I spooned
some of the sugared strawberries I had purchased previously into the center
and sprinkled confectioner's sugar over it.

"You two can fight over who gets this one. I'm sorry but I only have one
pan I can use in the oven so that means only one pancake at a time." The
boys were too busy expressing their amazement over the pancake to make any
fuss.

They had decided to share the pancake and Bernie told me, "This is really
good. It isn't anything like my mom's pancakes." Kyle agreed
enthusiastically. Several pancakes later I was able to sit down and eat one
myself.

"I gotta poop," Bernie announced and left in a hurry.

We heard the bathroom door close and Kyle asked me, "Do you think it would
be OK if Bernie fucked me? His thing isn't much bigger than your finger."

"That has to be your decision. He seems to be fine with everything we've
done so far. Do you want me to ask him?"

"Yeah, you ask him. But make it sound like your idea, OK?"

I agreed with a caveat. "We should wait until next week after we have this
situation with Larry settled. Can you wait that long?"

"Yes," he answered enthusiastically. "We have to get Larry. That's
important." It made me proud that he understood the importance of
safeguarding Bernie and his willingness to delay his pleasure.

We heard the bathroom door open and the sound a Bernie's approaching
footsteps. I called, "I didn't hear the toilet flush." The footsteps
receded. "And don't forget to wash your hands."

Bernie returned and I told the boys to go play in the living room while I
cleaned the kitchen. When I was finished I went into the living room to
find the boys struggling with each other. Kyle's Fruit of the Looms were on
the floor and he was trying very hard to denude Bernie. I sat on the sofa
and let them entertain me with their antics. There were a lot of grunts and
a few threats but they were pretty evenly matched. I especially enjoyed
watching their young muscles straining as they contended with each other.

Kyle finally removed Bernie's underwear and tossed them across the
room. Both boys were naked now. Bernie retaliated by grabbing Kyle's balls
and edging toward his underwear. Kyle, of course yelled and responded by
jumping on Bernie at which point they began wrestling again. The play soon
turned sexual and eventually they began to argue about who would suck whom
first.

"Boys!" I interrupted the impending fight. "Why don't you do each other at
the same time?"

The responded simultaneously. "Huh?" "What do you mean?"

"OK, Bernie, you lay on the floor this way. Now, Kyle you lay next to him
the other way so you are head to tail. Or I guess I should say head to
dick."

"I get it," Kyle said as he scooted close to Bernie in the sixty-nine
position and held his buddy's dick. "I'll do you and you do me."

"Cool," responded Bernie and he began to service Kyle. Kyle was wasting no
time getting Bernie's cock into his mouth. I sat on the sofa watching the
two sixty-nine while I slowly stroked my now throbbing hardon beneath the
long tee shirt I had put on before I started cooking.

This, apparently, was a real turnon for Kyle. In no time at all he was
moaning around Bernie's boner in his mouth. "Uuuh. Uuuh,
uuuhhh. Uuuughmmaa!" His body went rigid as Bernie pumped his mouth on
Kyle's little cock but Kyle never let Bernie's dick leave his mouth. Kyle
began to relax, breathing hard around Bernie's dick. Bernie stopped sucking
Kyle and lay there waiting for Kyle to finish him. Soon Kyle began working
Bernie again with long strokes from the tip of his dick down until his nose
was buried in Bernie's pubic region. Kyle was working at a frantic rate and
Bernie didn't last very long. "Oh, oh, ooohhh!" Kyle slowed down and
stopped sucking. He began to work Bernie's cock with his hand and when a
drop of cum formed on the tip of his dick Kyle would lick it off and gently
suck some more.

When they finally decided they were through I had them get dressed in
anticipation of parents coming to pick them up. I handed Bernie the
baseball spy cap and asked, "Now, you know what to do, right?"

"Yes," he answered with some exasperation. "I know what to do. We've been
over it a million times."

"Of course you do. I'm just worried something will go wrong." I handed
Bernie the prepaid phone I had purchased. "Here's a phone for you. I
already put my number in it. When you get there call me and I will drive
over so I can be close in case you need a rescue. After you record Larry
doing something to you, call me and I will come in and get you out of
there."

"You'll really come to get me?"

"Yes, Bernie. I will really come to get you. Just call me when it's
time. You don't even have to say anything since there will be no other
reason for anyone to call from this phone."

I worried from then until Sunday. Bernie finally called to let me know his
mother was ready to take him over to Larry's before the women left for
bingo. I waited about ten minutes to be sure the mothers would be gone when
I arrived. When I did arrive there were no cars at the house so I parked
close in order to reach to Bernie quickly. Then I waited.

And waited.  While I waited I kept imagining all kinds of terrible things
Larry might do if he discovered the recording device. My stomach was in
knots and I started to go in to get Bernie at least a dozen times before I
finally got his call.

When the call did come I jumped and ended up dropping the phone. Even with
the delay of picking up the phone I was out of the car by the second ring
and pounding on the door before the third. Through the door I heard an
irritated voice. "Yeah, yeah. I'm coming. Hold your horses." I pounded some
more.

The door opened to reveal an angry, tall, obese man of about thirty wearing
nothing but a pair of dirty sweat pants that showed an obvious hardon under
a sagging belly and the baseball cap I had given Bernie. "What the fuck do
you want?" He demanded aggressively.

"I want Bernie and my hat." As I spoke grabbed the cap, putting it on my
head, and shoved the heel of my hand into him just below his sternum,
leaning into it. His breath whooshed out and he backed up several steps
allowing me to get in.

I stepped around him and yelled, "BERNIE!"

"Here!" came the answer from behind a closed door. Bursting into the room I
saw a lot of filth and mess. There was a desk with a laptop displaying some
child porn. The room smelled pretty bad too. Bernie stood naked by the bed
struggling to get his hand out of a thin rope that was tied to the bed. His
face was still wet with tears. I pulled my pocket knife out and cut the
rope. Putting the knife away I told Bernie to get dressed.

Larry had recovered enough to come into the room shouting, "I'm going to
fuck you up!"

As I turned to face him I grabbed the laptop from the desk, swinging it as
hard as I could, and smashed his face with it. The screen broke off and I
hit him with it again. He went down. There was a polished aspen walking
stick leaning against the wall. I took it and began working on his ribs
then finished up with a good golf swing to his crotch.

Bernie had stopped dressing after he got his underwear back on and was
staring open mouthed. I told him again, "Get dressed. And go wait for me in
my car." He complied quickly and got out of there.

I turned to Larry who was on the floor groaning as he held his ribs with
one hand and his balls with the other. "You," I said, "are never going to
see Bernie again."

"Fuck you. I'm calling the cops."

"That might not be in your best interest. You see this baseball cap has a
spy camera and recorded everything you did to Bernie."

"Bullshit," was his response but he looked scared. I showed him the camera
as he lay on the floor. "Oh, fuck. Don't tell my mother."

"That's up to you. You will never see Bernie again."

"Yeah, fine," he interrupted.

"And you're going to move out of this town and out of the state. By next
Sunday."

"Next Sunday? That's not possible." He moved to get up, groaned and gave
up.

"If you're still here Sunday your mother will get a copy of this video,
Bernie's mother will get a copy and the cops will get a copy. If you're out
of the state, no one needs to know. I said it was up to you."

"You fucking asshole!" I hit him with the walking stick again.

"I'm taking Bernie home with me. His mother can pick him up there. You
should start thinking about what you are going to tell your mother." I
started to leave but stopped to impart one more detail. "Oh yes, if you
ever speak to Bernie again, from this moment on, you'll be talking to the
police from your hospital bed."

Later, Bernie was sitting on my sofa, drinking a cup of hot chocolate and
trying to process what had happened today. "You really came for me."

"I said I would. Did you think I wouldn't?"

"I didn't know. Larry is really scary." He paused for a moment. "Is he
really going to leave me alone?"

"I think so. He is facing some very serious consequences if he doesn't and
he has a somewhat more attractive alternative. Any rational person will
choose the better alternative."

"Your mother is going to have questions about today. I'm telling her you
called for me to come get you. That's the truth. I'm just not going to tell
her we had planned on it. You should think about what you will tell
her. Maybe that it was getting too scary to stay with Larry? Whatever you
tell her, keep it simple and short. There will be fewer problems that way."
Bernie indicated he understood then we waited for his mother to pick him
up.

Once Bernie was on his way home I pulled the SD card from the camera in the
baseball cap. I had made a lot of promises based on what should be on that
card and it was time to see if I actually had the evidence I was claiming
and if so, save it in several places so it wouldn't be lost or stolen.

Putting the card in the SD slot in my computer I began viewing the
file. Bernie had turned on the recording while he was still in his mother's
car so there was some time spent with the women exchanging gossip and
getting bingo supplies together. The view shifted frequently to a closed
door that I surmised must be Larry's room. The women were finally ready to
leave and Larry's mother called, "Larry? We're leaving for bingo
now. Bernie's here."

"OK, Ma. I'll take care of him." With that Bernie watched the two mothers
walk out the door.

At the sound of the bedroom door opening there was a quick shift of view to
that direction. Larry emerged from the room wearing nothing but the same
dirty sweat pants he had been wearing when he greeted me. He ambled to
Bernie. "Oh yeah, I'm going to take care of you real good." He reached
towards Bernie and said, "Gimme my hat you little slut bitch." The video
was very chaotic but eventually settled to show Bernie looking very
frightened.

Larry went to the window, looked out then turned to Bernie. "They're
gone. Now we can play some fun games."

"I don't want to play any games. Can we just watch TV?"

Larry laughed. "Get in my room." He slapped Bernie's head with a resounding
smack, driving him to the now open door. Bernie entered followed by
Larry. "Now strip."

Bernie was beginning to sob a little. "Do I have to?"

"If you don't strip, I'll strip you and you remember how that was last time
I stripped you." Larry's tone was very threatening and intimidating. Bernie
pulled his tee over his head and dropped it on the floor. He was past
sobbing now and was crying openly. He made no move to remove his pants and
Larry reached out, grabbing one of Bernie's nipples between his finger and
thumb, twisting.

Bernie yelled, grabbing Larry's hand ineffectively. "Stop. Please stop."

"I'll stop when I see you're naked and ready for me, you little slut." With
that he twisted the nipple even more.

Bernie yelled again. "OK, ok. I'll do it. That hurts. Please don't." He
pulled his pants down, throwing them on the bed that was in the room.

After Bernie was completely stripped Larry released his grip revealing a
red, puffy nipple. Bernie covered it tenderly with his hand but Larry
grabbed a handful of Bernie's hair and forced him to his knees. "My cock
needs some loving, bitch." He pulled Bernie toward him by the hair and
began rubbing Bernie's face over his cock in the dirty sweats. "Kiss it,
girl. Open your mouth and french it." Bernie was still crying but did as he
was told, taking the filthy sweats in his mouth around Larry's cock.

After a couple minutes of this Larry yelled, "Enough!" Still holding Bernie
firmly by a handful of hair, he threw the boy away from him. Bernie fell
backwards, his head bouncing off the wall behind him. He landed on the
floor in a naked heap, remaining motionless except for the sobbing cries
that wracked his chest. Larry laughed.

I knew I had all the evidence I needed but could not stop watching the
horror unfolding on my monitor. The events I was witnessing held some dark
fascination for me that I could not break away from.

Larry removed his sweats. "Now you're going to suck it, you little slut."
Again he grabbed a handful of hair and pulled Bernie up to the proper
height. Bernie scrambled to get his legs under him. Larry rubbed his cock
against Bernie's face and mouth which was firmly closed. His cheeks were
wet with his tears.

Holding his cock against Bernie's mouth he ordered, "Open that cunt hole
and suck my cock, you little bitch." When Bernie didn't comply he shook
Bernie's head violently by the hair. As the boy cried out in pain his mouth
opened slightly giving Larry the opening he needed. He slammed his cock all
the way into Bernie's mouth and the boy convulsed, gagging on the long
member forced into his throat.

"Don't you puke on me, bitch." He began fucking Bernie's mouth with long
deep strokes, watching as he buried his cock in the boy's mouth. Bernie
gagged each time it was thrust into his throat and tried to breathe without
vomiting as it pulled out. "Oh yeah," Larry said. "I love watching you eat
my cock. You love it, don't you?"

After four or five minutes of face fucking, Larry pulled his cock out and
announced, "Now I want some of your ass. I'm gonna fuck you so hard sperm
will shoot out your mouth when I cum." Still holding onto the hair Larry
threw Bernie again, this time towards the bed.

Bernie fell backward against the bed and slid to the floor. Larry grabbed
hair again and with the other hand grabbed Bernie's boy sized balls. He
lifted Bernie off the floor and onto the bed. Bernie screamed and with both
hands held onto the hand that had captured his balls.

"Yeah," said Larry laughing, "Scream like the little girl you are, slut."
Manhandling Bernie he rolled the boy over onto his stomach so his waist was
at the edge of the bed and his legs were hanging down to the floor leaving
his ass exposed.

"This time I'm gonna make sure you stay in the position." Picking up some
rope from the floor he tied one of Bernie's hands to a back corner of the
bed leaving a long running end to the rope. He went to the other back
corner of the bed to tie Bernie's other hand there but the rope was too
short. "DAMNIT!" He whipped the rope across Bernie's back causing Bernie to
yell, dropped the rope and pulled his dirty sweat pants on.

"I'm going to the garage to get more rope. You better not move while I'm
gone."

As soon as Larry left the room Bernie pulled the phone from the pocket of
his pants on the bed and made the call. Then he began trying to free
himself from the rope. On the video I could hear banging and Larry cursing
as he headed to the front door to find me standing there.

While I made copies of the video and saved them in several places I made
the decision to renege on my promise to let Larry get off scot free. I
still didn't have any reason to believe the police could keep Bernie
safe. There were other ways to handle it but I would have to find out what
Larry's travel plans were.

I graduated from the University of Colorado in Boulder where I had been
drinking buddies with a few bikers. I called one of them and, after
explaining the situation, he assured me he and his friends would be more
than happy to help. It was still early but I was exhausted and went to bed,
falling asleep almost immediately.

Monday after school both boys came to the house excited and in good
spirits. There was a visible change in Bernie as though he had stepped out
of a darkened cell into the freedom of sunlight. "You won't believe what
happened yesterday," Kyle announced. "Bernie told me all about it but you
gota hear this."

"Yeah," Bernie joined in. "A drug cartel beat up Larry! His mom is sending
him to California so they won't kill him. Can you believe it?"

"A drug cartel??" I asked.

"Yeah. That's what he told his mother. He said they thought he was someone
else."

"So he really isn't going to bother you anymore. That's good news." I
pumped Bernie for some more information on Larry's whereabouts and then
sent them to do homework. I texted the information to my biker friend then
relaxed and watched the boys as they did homework.

Once they finished their homework they came into the living room and played
some kind of wrestling game where the object apparently was to see who
could strip the other first. Kyle was the first to lose everything. I
thought he wasn't trying all that hard once Bernie had stripped him to his
underwear. It wasn't long after that Bernie was naked too. Boy's clothes
were scattered all over the floor and still they wrestled with each other.

I wasn't sure why they were still wrestling. Perhaps it was for the joy of
physical contact with another boy or perhaps to see who could dominate the
other. Whatever the reason I enjoyed watching the two young bodies strain,
the muscles in their backs, stomachs, legs and arms standing out with the
exertion of the struggle. I enjoyed listening to the grunts and heavy
breathing that came with the exertion of the struggle. They were beginning
to sweat and would soon be covered with the sweet aroma of active
boys. They both had boners.

Eventually Bernie came out on top – literally. Kyle was on the floor,
face down with his legs flailing to the sides. Bernie lay on top pinning
Kyle's hands down. Bernie's legs were between Kyle's and his dick laying in
the crack of Kyle's butt.

"So are you going to fuck him now?" I asked Bernie. Kyle stopped
struggling.

"I could if I wanted too."

"Go ahead and do it. You won fair and square."

Bernie hesitated and then answered. "I don't want to hurt my best friend."

"It doesn't have to hurt. It's not like you have a big dick like Larry's
and if we use some lubrication Kyle should be fine. Do you want to try it
Kyle? Bernie would stop if you don't like it."

"I guess it would be OK."

"What do you say, Bernie?"

"Yeah, I guess."

"I'll get something for lubrication." I retrieved the K-Y.

After positioning Kyle on his hands and knees I smeared a liberal amount
around his hole while Bernie watched with interest. Kyle was used to this
and didn't say anything. Gently I slipped a finger into Kyle's ass.

"Does that hurt Kyle?"

"No, it's fine." I finger fucked him for a minute then lubed up Bernie's
little cock.

"OK, Bernie, put it in slowly. If it hurts Kyle, back out and try again."

Bernie moved up behind Kyle on his knees and did as I had
instructed. Quickly he was as deep into Kyle as he could go and began
humping his best friend's ass. Kyle moaned and Bernie stopped.

"Did that hurt?" he asked Kyle.

"No, go ahead." Bernie began fucking again.

Soon he was into the rhythm of fucking. He hammered Kyle's ass hard,
holding Kyle's hips and slapping against his butt.  With each slap Kyle
would rock forward only to be pulled back as Bernie thrust forward into his
ass again. Kyle uttered a quiet "uhh" with each thrust and Bernie was
breathing heavily with the effort. All of this put together created a
symphony of sexual sounds I enjoyed listening to.

I slipped my hand into my pants and was playing with myself when Bernie
cried out in orgasmic ecstasy, burying his throbbing little cock as deeply
into Kyle's ass as he could get it. He closed his eyes as he came down from
the high and began to relax.

He suddenly looked troubled and began to dress quickly. "Are you all right,
Bernie?" I asked.

"I gotta go home."

"What's wrong?"

Again he replied, "I gotta go home."

"You don't have to be home for half an hour," Kyle said.

"No, I gotta do stuff for mom." And with those words he was out the door.

"That was strange," I said. "I hope he's OK."

"I thought I could fuck him next," Kyle said.

"Think about it," I replied. "After what he's been through with Larry he
may never let anyone fuck him."

"Oh, yeah. I didn't think about that."

"So, did you like fucking?" I asked.

"Yeah, it was nice. I hope he fucks me again."

"Since you just got fucked, do you want a blow job?"

"Yes!" He was suddenly on his feet in front of me pulling my head toward
his still hard dick.