Endangered Species Chapter 10

 

I watched Dylan drift off, no more tears, just worn out boy, but, thanks to the gods, a worn out boy who wanted his man close.

It would be different when he woke, I knew that. I'd been a boy myself once, older than Dylan when I first gave myself to a man, but not much older, no more that about a year. I could still remember with absolute clarity the thoughts that had flooded through my mind when I woke in his bed the morning after; thoughts of guilt that I'd done something wicked and evil, that I'd go to Hell, not just because I'd done them but because I'd wanted to do them. Thoughts that I'd never meant to go that far, sleep with him, let him fuck me, and what kind of boy was I that I let a man do that stuff to me?

Dylan would probably have those thoughts too, and others as well - hurt thoughts that I hadn't gone far enough for him. Wasn't he a boy worth caning, worth bumming?

I hoped I'd read Dylan right: he was a beautiful boy, but much more than that - he was clever and intelligent and he liked adventure. He was romantic as well, not in a yucky boy meets girl way, but in the romance of the adventure stories he liked so much, boy hero stories, stories where the hidden, underlying plot is boy finds man, boy and man fall in love. Never said out loud, of course, but there for all to see if they know where to look.

Dylan would have questions when he woke, questions that he may be too embarrassed to ask, but questions that must not be allowed to fester in his head. It was my duty to him to get those questions out in the open, protect him from the terrors they could bring.

I hoped Dylan would have enough of the romantic in him to start with the big one, the one that could make all the other ones so much less important. If he did I had my answer ready, 'Yes, Dylan, I do, I really, truly do.'

First though, shouldn't he call his mother or something? Tell her he was alright?

 

Sleepily I raised my head, a sudden memory cutting through my haze of horniness.

"Shit" I mumbled and staggered stiffly back upstairs before coming back down with my outdoors coat. Sleepily I searched through the pockets and pulled out my iPhone, composing a quick text to mum saying I was fine and at mate's house. My phone instantly buzzed back with a reply saying I should have texted earlier and that she loved me, and I guiltily sent her another saying sorry before chucking my phone on the table and rolling back onto the sofa.

I was drowsy, my head hurt and body stiff and I clumsily pulled the jacket on top of me as a makeshift blanket.

 

My Dylan was well out of it, but he did wake enough to rescue his phone and send a text. Then he was back on the sofa, his puffy jacket over him.

When he woke I was going to sit and cuddle him, roll and smoke a joint and have a glass of single malt. If I could talk him into having something to relax him I had a bottle of Malaga, sweet, thick raisin wine, perfect for a boy's taste.

 

When I woke from my doze I was still on the sofa, half covered by my jacket. I must have rolled over on my sleep and my arm was hanging off the edge of the couch, my hand on the carpet with the other arm wrapped around my head.

I yawned loudly and stretched, shuffling into a sitting position and rubbing my face. My head was heavy from the nap and I wondered how long I had been out. It took me a moment to work out where I was and I got a small shock to see Rob sitting next to me naked. Then I realised I was naked as well, the rope still looped around my neck from our earlier game, and I gave him a shy smile and another loud yawn.

"Was I asleep long?" My words were a bit slurred and I rubbed my face, tossing the jacket off me and stretching my limbs. My body was sore and my bum hole ached a bit, as did my cock which felt like I had wanked it too much.

 

"About half an hour," I smiled at him. I knew it was a soft, sloppy, loving smile, but I didn't give a toss about that. Dylan was my boy.

 

I smiled back and, a bit shyly, shuffled up next to Rob so he could wrap an arm around me. The loose end of the rope around my neck trailed down and I moved it out of the way to stop myself sitting on it and pulling the knots at my throat right.

"Is it weird I like this?" I tugged at the rope a bit to show what I meant. The idea of being led by my neck excited me, both in our games and just around the house, but I wasn't sure why.

 

"Yes," I still had that soppy smile on my face, "It's a little bit what some people would call weird, I guess. Not bad weird, or nasty weird, just weird in that not everyone would do it, and not everyone would understand. That make any sense? If it makes you feel .... sort of .... right in some way, then, when you're with someone who does understand, it isn't weird at all."

 

I nodded, kind of understanding what he meant. Other people might think it was weird but I liked it, so it wasn't weird to me.

"Like same way I like you I guess," I mumbled, giving him a shy smile. I wasn't used to telling people I liked them in that way and blushes a bit saying it.

"Am I a gay boy?" I blurted out the question, it had been bothering me for a bit and I wanted reassurance. Gay boy was one of the worst insults me and my mates threw at each other, but here I was cuddling a naked man. I knew I liked being with him, but didn't want people to think I was weak and girly.

 

"Hard to answer that," I said, not giving him a simple answer to try to show I was taking him seriously, and it was true as well. "You're a boy, and it's a well known fact that boys, well, normal ones anyway, tend to rather like sex. Since boys began, teenage ones have never been too fussy about what flavour that sex came in as long as it was sex. They made up their minds later which flavour they liked best.

I know that's not the way things are supposed to be nowadays and that all your wank thoughts should be about cunt and only cunt, and if they're not then you must be gay, and that means you're a limp-wristed girly freak. But think of those Theban boys, nothing limp wristed about them, was there? And they all did what was needed to be done to produce more boys." The grin that went with the last bit was of the 'wink wink' type.

 

I giggled at Rob using dirty words, then blushed a bit at the memory of the stuff I had been saying while he fingered me and sucked my cock. Some of it had been really filthy and I went quite red thinking he must think I had a really dirty mouth.

"Soz for swearing so much when, ya know...." I trailed off, giving him a shy smile. I snuggled closer happy to be up close to him, thinking that it would be cool to live in ancient times and be a warrior with Rob. He was big and strong, not effeminate at all, and was totally unlike how I imagined a gay person to be.

 

"Did you swear?" I sniggered, "I can remember you saying 'fuck' a few times, but that seemed quite an appropriate thing to say under the circumstances."

I gave him a big squeeze, not too big - I didn't want to crush him.

"I'm going to have a drink and a smoke while we chat, find it helps sometimes. Care to join me?" I held up the joint so he would know what sort of smoke I meant.

 

I smiled and nodded my head, curious to try more weed. "Can I not have beer though?" I hadn't really liked the taste last time and wasn't keen to sample it again.

 

"Got something you might like," I reached across and put the glass of Malaga in his hand, "Sip it, don't swig it, it's about ten times stronger than beer."

 

I grinned and took a small gulp then coughed. Rob had been right about the need to sip it!

I liked the taste though and sipped a bit more, it made me feel warm inside and the sugary taste was more like the alco-pops like WKD I had tried at parties.

Curiously I watched Rob roll a joint, the smell of the weed always quite strong.

 

It seemed I'd got the Malaga right, though I did snigger when he gulped a bit at first and found it stronger that he'd expected. "Not allowed more than four of those before bedtime," I mock-stern warned him, "I don't want a drunken naked boy on my sofa. The naked part's okay though," I grinned.

 

I giggled, taking a longer sip. "I've never been drunk before," I admitted. Although me and my mates likes to act tough we are all good boys underneath, and I was sure none of them had ever smoked weed or done half the things Rob and I had.

 

"Let you into a secret," I whispered conspiratorially, "It's well over-rated as a thing to do. Your mouth says all sorts of things it shouldn't, your head spins when you lie down, you puke your guts up and you feel like condensed shit in the morning. Getting a bit tipsy, so you feel just a bit fuzzy and the world seems like a nice place for a change, that's okay."

 

I giggled again and snuggled into Rob. I liked that he didn't talk to me like a little kid or lecture me; he told me the truth and thought I was mature enough to deal with it.

"Why did my bum hole get all wet?" I was curious about that, I could still feel a bit of crust around the opening and wondered where it had come from.

 

"I think that was my fault, sorry," I looked apologetic for as long as I could then burst into a wide gin, "Something to do with the fact that I was trying as hard as I could to eat it," I got out between splutters of laughter, "That, and when your bum senses that there's something it rather likes trying to get in, it sends down some slippery stuff to help things on their way."

 

I smiled shyly, "Yeah it felt so cool. Thanks for doing that!" I gave Rob a hug of gratitude and left my arms wrapped around him as he carries on rolling the joint. I liked being close to him, not just because it was sexy but because I felt safe and protected.

"Have any of your friends got boys?" I was curious to know if lots of men liked boys like me, or if Rob was a one off.

 

"I do know one or two people who have a boyfriend," I said, but I've never got into a scene where people who are into boys get together and often share their boys around, that's just not my thing." I hugged him close and he felt perfect. "And thanks to you for letting me do it."

 

I smiled, I hadn't even thought of being 'shared' with other men and was glad Rob wasn't planning anything like that. I wanted it to be just the two of us, and snuggled into his hug with a little purr.

"I loved it," I told him truthfully, "It felt fucking amazing!" I quite liked using naughty words in front of an adult, safe in the knowledge I wouldn't be told off.

 

"Glad about that, you were meant to like it." Another hug, my Dylan was just so huggable, impossible to leave unhugged for more than seconds at a time.

I lit the joint, took a drag, and let the smoke slowly escape.

"Were you okay about everything? No worries of any sort? I'd be surprised if there weren't any. I remember having brain ache for weeks after I went with a man for the first time. He never had the sense to help me understand things, daft sod."

 

I lay in the crook of Rob's arm, watching him smoke the joint with interest.

"Kinda," I admitted, "Like I keep thinking it's weird I like being with you but I just do." I gave a shy smile and a little shrug to indicate it wasn't Rob that was worrying me, but more the idea that I liked an older man touching me.

 

"Again," and I hugged him yet again, "Think of those Theban boys. All boys need a man in their lives and fathers are very rarely the right man. You can't tell a father your secret thoughts, you can't have the wicked enjoyment of showing off your body to him because you know you've got a body worth looking at and you know he likes looking at it, and you certainly can't play bedroom type games with him. And is it any more weird than me liking being with you?"

 

"I can't tell my dad anything," I mumbled with a sour little laugh before instinctively cuddling closer to Rob. "I wish I was one of those Theban boys and you were my boyfriend," I told him truthfully, watching him smoke the joint.

 

"Can't do the Theban bit, I'm afraid, best part of three thousand years too late for that. Love to be your boyfriend though ............ if you'll have me." I passed him the joint thinking he may find he needed a drag before answering that.

 

I took a little drag on the joint and managed not to cough. The weed was quite nice when you got used to it and I took another longer drag feeling cool and mature.

"Yeah I do," I smiled shy and gave Rob a little hug to show I liked the idea. "But you still gotta do tie up stuff and spank me as well," I was anxious that those games would continue even if we were boyfriends.

 

I glowed inside when he said that 'I do', cuddled him close and let a hand wander down a thigh - his legs had been left unattended far too long.

"Dylan Morris, may I formally apply for permission to court you, take you out, tie you up and spank you something wicked?"

He was meant to laugh but know I was serious as well.

 

I giggled and nodded my head which was now buried in his chest. "Yeah, I give you permission," I laughed, but kept snuggled up close.

Rob's hand wandered its way down to my thigh and I made no move to stop him. I liked him touching me, liked his hands on my body and wanted to be close to him.

"Can I sleep in your bed tonight?" I asked shyly, wanting to be cuddled more.

 

I tried to make it look as though I was thinking it over, just to tease him a little.

"On one condition," I said.

 

I looked at him curiously, "condition?"

 

"No pyjamas."

 

I giggled and snuggled close. "Yeah, but on one condition?"

 

"What condition is that?"

 

I grinned, "You gotta spank me like that boy in the school uniform was spanked." I wanted to feel Rob's hand smacking my butt.

 

"As far as I remember," I said, my pill inspired cock stiffening, "That boy was spanked by hand on his bare bum, and when his bum was bright red, his punishment was continued by cane until he was yelling and screaming and sobbing his guts out."

 

I gulped and nodded my head, "Yeah that's what I want," I admitted shyly. The idea of being treated like that was scary, but scary in an exciting way and I wanted to try it.

 

My only reservation was leaving marks on Dylan that would be impossible to explain away as being anything other than what they were. I had a pretty good idea now of the things he thought were fun, and a bit of pain was one of them.

"Just worried about the marks, love," I told him, "They won't be gone in a hurry."

 

"I can hide them," I pleaded, desperate to try it. "Like in PE we don't all shower together and mum doesn't see me nude at home." I knew it was a risk, but being thirteen was happy to take it.

 

"When you next have PE?"

 

"Next Wednesday, we only have it once a week."

 

The marks would still be there, not bright red but there, and if his teacher spotted them while he was getting changed it would get reported, Dylan marked as an 'at risk' child, Social Services and probably police involved. The risk was too great and I told him that.

"How about just my hand, that'll hurt pretty bad, and we save the real thing till school holidays, give us something to look forward to?"

 

I nodded, understanding what Rob meant and thinking it was probably right. I was disappointed but because he had explained why, wasn't angry, he didn't treat me like a little kid so I wouldn't act like one by sulking.

"Yeah that's cool, bet your hand can't make me cry though." I grinned as I spoke, snuggling close to him.

 

"Wouldn't put any money on that," I grinned at him. "How about we have a bet? If I make you cry you have to snog me while you're still crying."

 

I grinned, "Yeah ok and if I win you have to tie me up anyway I want."

 

"Sounds like a plan," I agreed, "Though something tells me you'll be asking for that tomorrow, win or lose."

 

I giggled, "Yeah that's true." I broke off the hug and stood up, "You wanna do it now?"

 

"No, not finished the joint yet, and I think there's one or two other things you want to say first. Boyfriends now, Dylan, no secrets, everything's safe to say."

 

I smiled and slid onto Rob's lap. I wanted to be as close as possible to him and wrapped an arm around his shoulders as he smoked the joint.

"Can I have some more?" Now I wasn't coughing any more I liked the weed, and enjoyed the fact that Rob thought I was mature enough to share it.

 

"Course you can, beautiful boy." I put the joint to his lips, he opened and took a drag and I indicated that he should take it and have another drag or two. I just couldn't get enough of this boy. He was just so utterly and completely 'boy'; there was nothing at all girly or effeminate about him; yes, he was beautiful, but in the way that only a boy can be, graceful as a young fawn and playful as a puppy. No 'girly' boy would be sitting on my lap, smoking a joint and waiting to be spanked. Wanting to be spanked, spanked hard, spanked, if possible, to tears.

I thought I understood why he wanted that, wanted to feel pain; in a way it was a test for him, another adventure, a proof to himself that he was a boy. A spanking, or the caning he really wanted, wouldn't break his spirit, it would strengthen it; it would prove to himself that he was tough, he could take it. Even though he was going to yell and scream and cry, he'd endure all that and then have his tongue in the mouth of the man who'd just spanked him - not because he had to but because he wanted to, and the fact that his arse was burning would make him want it even more.

Boys are complicated creatures and love is a complicated thing.