Endangered Species Chapter 12

 

 

Dylan was still deep in slumberland when I woke just after 7.15 I was surprised that I'd slept that long - we'd gone to bed before 9 the previous evening - and surprised that Dylan didn't seem to have woken during the night at all.

I could smell him more than I could see him, the aroma of sleeping boy, unwashed boy, stale spunk encrusted boy; someone should bottle that aroma, people like me would pay a fortune for it.

I lay there, just admiring the dim form beside me, lost in the wonder of having this boy in my bed, and in my bed because he wanted to be in my bed. I managed, with considerable difficulty, to leave him untouched for the best part of half-an-hour before the temptation became too great. For me, one of life's great pleasures is to suck a sleeping boy; bit weird perhaps, but then I am a perv and have long since stopped trying to hide that from myself.

Carefully I eased my way under the duvet so I could get my mouth on his cock. I wasn't trying to wake him, I didn't want to wake him. I didn't even want sex although I was going to suck his cock. I wanted his cock, but not in a sexy way; in a stupidly soft, emotional, loving way, and, if I managed to suck him all the way while he was asleep and he had an erotic dream while I was doing it, then that would be perfect. The dream didn't even need to feature me as long as sleeping Dylan enjoyed it.

He was soft when I took him in my mouth and stayed soft for a while before slowly filling and rising. He was still asleep, I could tell by his breathing and lack of movement that he was still deep in dreamland.

No hands, just mouth with plenty of tongue - easy when the boy is just thirteen and nowhere near fully developed in the cock department. There were a few little noises and small movements of his hips as his climax approached and a satisfied, snory sigh when he filled my mouth with his overnight build up.

Satisfied there were no drips left, I slid out of bed and out of the bedroom. I needed a shower and a shave but I used the other bathroom for those essentials so the noise didn't wake my Dylan,

Well turned 8.00 when I finished and a peek into the bedroom showed Dylan still blissfully sleeping. Downstairs to have a morning tea and cigarette, then, just before 9.00 back up to the bedroom with a cup of tea for my boy.

He woke this time when I entered the bedroom, bleary, beautiful blue eyes trying to focus, a look of puzzlement when he saw me holding the cup.

"Beautiful boys who spend the night in my bed," I smiled stupidly at him, "Always get tea in bed when they wake."

I could see the cogs of his mind slowly grinding, and then when they picked up speed and he realised where he was and why he was where he was, his lovely face split into a grin. "All boys, or only the beautiful ones?" he teased me.

Well, to be honest," I grinned back, "Only the beautiful ones I'm in love with."

That earned me a smile that made my eyes glisten. I put the cup down beside him, gave him a little peck on the tip of his nose. "Slurp that if you want it then have another doze if you want. When I hear the shower I'll get us breakfast. Oh, and if you can't find anything to put on when you've had your shower, don't worry. I always go around naked in the house - cuts down on the washing. And anyway, I can put up with looking at you naked."

His lips made shapes that looked to me as though he was silently saying "Perv" and I blew him a kiss.

Downstairs I was overcome with the need to do something stupidly romantic. Normally I eat in the kitchen, but I do have a folding table I keep in a cupboard in the lounge for the infrequent occasions when someone comes round for a meal. I put that up by the window and covered it with a white linen tablecloth and set two places with my best china, almost dazzlingly white porcelain with a real gold rim. Plates for the breakfast, side plates for toast, cups and saucers for coffee. Best real silver cutlery, crystal glasses for orange juice and the milkshake my boy was so fond of. The orange juice and milkshake would go in jugs that matched the plates and his ketchup in a small matching dish with a miniature silver ladle to dollop it out with.

I went over-the-top then and put a vase of artificial white carnations on the table and my foot-high statue of Michelangelo's David as a centrepiece. Dylan's chair would have him looking out the window at the garden, and right smack centre in his view was the life-size copy of Antinous.

When he came down the bacon, eggs, sausages, tomatoes, mushrooms and hash browns would be served in a silver salver with a big, domed silver cover. Another, smaller one would be already there with bread ready for toasting in the toaster I put at the end of the table. I knew it was ridiculously romantic, would probably be totally lost on a thirteen year old boy, but I didn't give a fuck, it wasn't lost on me.

I heard the boiler light up meaning Dylan had made it to the shower, and set about cooking his 'I love you, Dylan' breakfast.

 

Sleepily I yawned and stretched my arms be legs before rolling over. I was groggy, still more than half asleep, and it took a few moments to work out where I was.

Then it hit me.

I was in an older man's bed, a man I had met in a McDonald's car park, who had groped me, tied me up, spanked me and put his cock in my mouth. My stomach went suddenly tight and I felt myself break out in a sweat.

In the cold light of day I couldn't believe I had done those things. I had been on such a high the day before, buzzing. From the excitement, the adrenaline, the drink and the weed that I had done things I had only vaguely even thought about before, things that I knew I shouldn't like or want to do.

What would mum think? What would my mates think? If people found out would I be put in care? Would the police think it was partly my fault and I was the same as Rob?

I rolled over and looked around. The bedroom seemed to be empty which just scared me more. What if Rob wasn't nice? What if he wanted to do really bad things to me? No-one knew I was here and I had no idea where my phone was.

Quietly I crept over to the door and with a trembling hand tried the handle. I expected it to be locked, and was surprised and relieved to find it open. Outside everything looked normal, I could smell cooking and was hungry but also nervous, scared by what I had done and what would happen if people found out.

Part of me wanted to go home and see mum, get one of her embarrassing cuddles and be told everything was OK. Going back into my bag I searched for my phone but couldn't find it. I dimly remembered texting her last night and realised it must be in the lounge.

My bag was laying in the corner and I quickly pulled on some clothes, suddenly embarrassed to be naked. The pants, trackies and tee shirt made me feel a bit more normal and, without showering, I made my way into the kitchen.

"Hey," I gave Rob a nervous smile, the breakfast looked good and my tummy rumbled, but I hung back from taking a seat straight away.

 

 I knew the moment Dylan came into the kitchen that things weren't right with him, right in his head. He was dressed and he hadn't showered. Though I'd heard the boiler it hadn't been for a shower, must have been the heating. I knew Dylan hadn't showered - I could smell him; sleep and sex, especially stale sex, reeked from him.

And his eyes; they told of a boy who was scared, scared of what he had done and what it meant, what it might mean.

"Hey Dylan," I said trying to sound normal, though everything was far from normal, "Hope you got some sleep." That bit with a grin, trying to make light of what had been, "You need a shower, my love, don't want to munch breakfast without cleaning up a bit. Nip up and have a quick one, I'll keep the food warm till you get back down. Oh, and we're gonna eat in the lounge, not in here, so just go in there when you're ready."

My heart was racing, not for me, but for the boy. No, it was for me as well, scared that Dylan was in a bad place and was going to stay there, and what that would mean for both of us.

 

I blushed a little as I realised I stunk. Not just the normal early morning smell but properly stunk of sweat and, I realised to my horror, too much wanking. I still had a crust of cum in my hair and I gave Rob a shy smile and quickly went back into the bedroom.

Having seen Rob again and woken up a bit I was less freaked out by the day before. I still couldn't quite believe I had done those things, but as I turned on the hot water and got in the shower the memory of all the fun things we had done seemed to override the scariness of it all.

I had loved being tied up, being spanked and being cuddled up close to Rob. He wasn't a monster, seeing him again had reminded me of that, and I started to calm down. I was a bit embarrassed at having liked the stuff so much, but no longer worried Rob was going to hurt me.

Getting out of the shower I towels my hair and body dry, admiring my bright red bum in the mirror. The sight of it made me stiff and I giggled to myself, picking up my clothes to get dressed again.

 Then I hesitated, the memory of the way Rob had looked at my naked body coming back to me. Chucking my clothes on the bed I walked back in to the lounge naked, giving Rob a shy smile then wrapping my arms round him in a big hug.

 

'Thanks be to all the gods who love boys!' was the thought that flashed into my mind when Dylan came back from his shower, and came back naked!

Whatever fears were in his mind, he'd pushed them aside for now at least. Loads and loads of talking to do later, if possible talk his fears away. And if that wasn't possible, at least to be with him when he faced them. Not little, simple fears - a just thirteen year old boy who'd done what Dylan had done yesterday was going to have huge, great, big scary fears.

I held him as he hugged me, trying to separate in my mind the pleasure of just having the boy I was crazy about close up to me, and the fact that we were both naked, and that was a different pleasure altogether!

"Hope you can manage sausage, eggs, bacon, tomatoes, mushrooms, fried bread and hash browns," I grinned in his ear, "All laid out special for the loveliest boy there is."

 

All my doubts disappeared when I was in Rob's arms. I felt so safe and warm, that I could tell him things I could tell no-one else and that he would understand and that he, in a strange way, was the only person who understood me.

I could feel his cock twitch a bit in the embrace, but that didn't scare me. It was part of how he liked me, an adult way of liking someone which I was beginning to understand and like back in return.

"Yeah cool," Rob let me go and I slid into the chair, attacking the food. I hadn't realised how hungry I was and for the next few minutes I was too busy stuffing my face to talk, but eventually managed to take a break between mouthfuls.

"Do you use this stuff all the time?" I indicated to the fancy crockery, it reminded me of my nan's best stuff which only came out on special occasions.

 

"Yep," I said, trying to keep my face straight when he asked me about the crockery, "All the time. Every time I have the world's most beautiful boy round for Sunday breakfast I get this stuff out." I couldn't stop the smile creeping onto my face, Dylan was just so utterly gorgeous, so innocent and no longer innocent at the same time. He hadn't looked out of the window yet, seen Antinous in all his glory, he didn't even seem to have noticed David by his ketchup dish, he was so intent on feeding his lovely face. "Four sausages enough?" I grinned, "Got more cooked in the kitchen."

 

I grinned and gave a big burp, amusing myself with the noise and doing it in front of an adult.

"Nah I'm ok," I was stuffed, having eaten a large amount of food too quickly, and put my knife and fork neatly together on my plate to show I was finished.

Looking out the window I suddenly saw the statue of the naked boy. "Who's that?" I was surprised that Rob would have that such a large statue out in the open, though I guessed no-one could see into his secluded garden.

 

"Remember that Roman Emperor I told you about? The one who liked building walls? That's Antinous, his boyfriend. Found him somewhere when he was sixteen and hung onto him. Can see why, can't you?"

I didn't think Dylan would have any trouble seeing why Hadrian liked that boy, he was, in plain, simple terms, 'fucking delicious'.

 

I grinned and got out of my seat to peer through the window. Even from a distance I could see the boy was fit, he was muscled, not like a body builder but a real boy, but with a cute face and shaggy hair. He had a thin strip of cord tied around his forehead to keep his hair in check but apart from that he was naked.

"Was he the emperor's slave?" I was curious about how a powerful man would meet a sixteen year old, it was like me meeting the prime minister though I definitely wouldn't want to be his boyfriend!

 

 

"No," I could tell Dylan thought the original to that statue must have been a tasty item. "Hadrian off on one of his campaigns, to war somewhere or other, came across a boy looking after sheep, and thought the boy would be better employed looking after an Emperor's cock instead of sheep. Story goes that after one night doing that they were madly in love. Don't see how that could happen after just one night, do you?

Sad ending though," I shrugged, pretty sure Dylan's interest was whetted and he'd want to know more.

 

"What happened in the end?" I was curious, Rob's stories about those times were so different from what we learnt in history and I was fascinated by them.

 

"Well, I suppose you could say that they shagged happily for almost five years and then Antinous started getting worried. He wasn't getting any younger and that bothered him a bit. Wasn't that he was bothered that Hadrian was going to trade him in for a younger model, cos the silly old Emperor was obviously utterly nuts on him, but romantic Antinous wanted to be always the boy Hadrian had fallen in love with. So he arranged things so Hadrian would never have to see him get older and always remember him as a boy."

 

"How did he do that?" I wrinkled my nose not understanding, you couldn't stop yourself growing up.

 

"Drowned himself in the Nile just before his twenty-first birthday," I shrugged as though that was 'just one of those things'. "Love makes people do strange things from time to time ............... like doing fancy, soft, romantic type breakfasts and stuff."

I stared out of the window as I said that, more than a bit embarrassed at the display I'd laid on.

"Sort of worked in a way, I suppose, cos Hadrian had all those statues of him made and founded city after city in his name."

 

"That's....sad", was the best that I could do. I couldn't really imagine killing yourself just so someone wouldn't be disappointed you grew up, it seemed so strange and dramatic, but lots of things about those times were strange in Rob's stories.

"It's kinda cool though," I moved nearer Rob, trying to see what he was looking at out of the window. "Like loving someone so much you'd do that, like the Thebans who all went off to fight together."

I wrapped my arms round Rob's neck nuzzling into him. "Thanks for breakfast," I had been brought up to say thank you to mate's parents and said it atomically, though the food had been really nice.

"Can we play another game where I'm your slave before I go home?" I was up for more fun, excited, and a bit disappointed that I would have to go home that afternoon, all rolled into one.

 

"Should have a serious chat first, love, then, if there's time, we'll play a game after. A no spanking, game. Can't have you going home looking worse for wear."

I got off my chair, went round to him and hugged his sitting body, damp hair in my face again.

 

"Ummm ok," the words 'serious chat' usually meant I was going to get a telling off from mum and I fidgeted a bit, nervous about what Rob wanted to talk about.

 

"Sofa," I said, "Where I can cuddle you properly," and when we'd got ourselves there, I did just that, and organised him so he was against me, head on my chest, and more damp hair in my face.

"Love you, Dylan," I breathed into his hair, and let that sink in before anything else. "We did lots of stuff yesterday, fun stuff but naughty stuff. Most people would say it was evil, wicked stuff, and there's a chance that, when you've had time to think about it all, you may think that as well. I'm not going to insult you by telling you that it has to be a secret, that you must never tell anyone about what we did; you'll make up your own mind about that, and if you feel you have to say something, then that's what you'll have to do. But even if you do, I'm not going to stop loving you.

I know this is a bit heavy, but it has to be said."

And it did have to be said, even though I was putting my freedom in Dylan's hands, it had to be said.

 

I flopped into the sofa, happily letting him gather me into his arms and snuggling into his embrace.

"I love you too," I was a bit embarrassed saying it and went a little red, but meant every word. I loved being with Rob, the way he touched me, the way he made me feel, the way I made him feel and the way he thought I was special.

To show him I meant it I wriggled round and kisses him on the lips. Not a snog me kiss, just a little peck to show my affection.

 

I kept my hands on 'safe' areas while I talked, no thighs, no cock. I didn't seem to have upset him with what I said, so, screwing up courage, I plunged on.

"You aren't going to go home the same boy you were yesterday morning," I said softly, "Yes, you're still thirteen but you're so much older than thirteen now as well. Your mates, the other kids at school, are going to seem like really little kids to you now. You'll still be mates, Connor will still be your best mate and you'll hang out together, play games together, and for most of the time when that's happening it'll seem like nothing has changed. But you'll know in there," I tapped his head, "That something has changed and that you know a lot more about stuff that he does, than any of the others do."

I cuddled him, kissed his damp hair, hoping he had some idea what I was talking about.

 

"Cos we did sex stuff?" I thought I got what Rob meant, I had experienced stuff none of my mates would even think about and wouldn't understand, so now their talk about which girl was the fittest or who had the biggest Rita might seem silly.

"I won't go blabbing to them," I reassured Rob, snuggling back into him, enjoying his arms being wrapped around me.

 

"Partly the sex stuff, and to be honest, if anything came out then that's all that people would be interested in. Evil man traps and rapes innocent thirteen year old schoolboy.

But I'm not just talking about that bit down there, but this as well." I put my hand on his chest, felt his heart beating, "That bit hardly anyone would understand."

 

"That I like this stuff and love you," the phrase didn't come out as a question but a statement. I realised none of my mates would have experienced anything like ..... like these feelings and that they made me more grown up than them. That pleased me a bit and I wriggled round and gave Rob another kiss.

 

"Exactly that, my love. And you are going to feel superior to all the other boys, mates or not, because you've discovered a long-lost secret and they don't have a clue. You really are the Boy Hero now because you hold a secret that the adult world has been hiding from you and every other boy for years and years. A secret that is too huge, too important, too destructive of their way of thinking to be allowed to be discovered. You've discovered that a man can love a boy and a boy can love a man, just like in ancient times."

I nearly gave in to the impulse to snog him, instead I kissed his hair.

 

I giggled a little but snuggled into him, understanding what he meant and agreeing with him. I knew this would have to be our secret, and that made me a little sad and worried in case we were caught out, but I knew Rob was right.

"I wish we lived back then so we could be together all the time," I sounded a little wistful, thinking about all the sneaking around we would have to do. "I gotta set your phone up with kik so we can chat and stuff," I assumed Rob wouldn't have heard about the mobile IM app and I would need to explain it to him.

 

"That we do my lovely boy," I snuggled deeper into his hair, "Going a whole day without hearing from you would be hell.

We can't walk around holding hands, but there is one thing you can do that I and I alone will know you're doing for me. You're a bright lad, and I bet you've got end of term exams coming up soon. If you slave your balls off, I reckon you're get better marks than mother or teachers expect, and if you do, then I'll know you did that for me. Can you do that?"

 

I grinned and wriggled round so I was laying on top of Rob looking into his face. "Mum gets me a present if I do well in exams", I grinned, obviously hinting even in a jokey way.

 

"Better start looking forward to two presents then," I grinned back, "Can't have a mum outdoing a boyfriend." Another cuddle, bit more serious this time because the serious stuff had gone so well.

"Game now," I announced, got off the sofa and fetched some napkins, placing them on the floor. "You stand with your feet on those," I pointed, "And me on these. Then we belt each other with cushions and try to knock the other off his place. Best of three. Winner gets ..........." I made it look as though I was trying to think of something, "Winner gets to chose which cock gets whatever the winner wants done to it."

 

I grinned and stood on the napkins, running my hand through my hair. I was less confident of winning his game than the last, I knew I was quicker and nimbler than Rob but I knew he was stronger than me.

Hefting the pillow I gave it a swing trying to work out what to do. I couldn't think of a clever plan so, giggling, gave Rob a playful whack with it as soon as he said go.

 

"Hang on, let's even this up a bit," I said as Dylan made a swing at me. "You have a cushion in each hand and I only use my left. Make it a bit fairer?"

 

I grinned, happy to get an advantage. "Yeah ok," I gave Rob a smirk and whacked him again laughing as I did so.

 

It took about ten seconds to realise that I'd given the boy a bit too much of an advantage. Swinging left-handed it was difficult to keep my balance, and a game like this is all about balance. My left-handed swings were slow and easy to block. Dylan, able to come from two directions, was causing problems.

I tried a low swing, aiming at his knee, and the boy was silly enough to ignore it - all his efforts had been aimed higher, thinking that was where the best target was. My cushion connected and made him lose his footing for a second, enough for him to lose his place on the napkin.

"One nil," I gloated.

 

I wrinkled my nose in annoyance and flipped Rob my middle finger. I thought I had been winning this game and was very annoyed to have been caught out.

Letting my annoyance get the better of me I gave Rob the biggest whack I could just with my pillow, trying to sweep his legs away.

 

If Dylan stopped to think for a bit instead of just swinging hopefully, he'd win this game with ease. He had two cushions and if he planned his attacks, say low and high, he'd get me off balance.

I'd started to hope he did - I wanted him to show that he was bright, could think under pressure, but increasingly I was wanting to know what he'd choose if he won.

 

I smacked away at a Rob for a few moments, not really aiming my blows but just trying to knock him over by brute force.

Unfortunately he was much bigger and stronger than me and easily stayed balanced on his feet. Panting a bit from all the effort I paused, then swing one pillow high then quickly swung the other low trying to unbalance him.

 

'Better, my love,' I thought as he tried a high and low, 'Now can you work out that it'd be better still the other way round?'

I gave him a grinning nod to encourage him, show he'd made a good effort.

'Come on, Dylan,' I thought, 'Win you little bugger.' I started this as a way of getting more of his cock, now I wanted to find out what he'd come up with if he won; how kinky and dirty about cock he'd dare to let himself be.

 

I grinned and tried the other way this time, hitting low then high and then low again. Despite not being as strong as Rob I had lots of energy and sent blow after blow with my pillows in all directions.

 

The little sod learnt. A wild flurry of high and low and finally one so close to my nose that it made me take an involuntary step back with one foot, enough to even up the score.

 

"Loser!" I was far from a gracious winner, showing Rob my middle finger again and giving him a big grin.

I knew how to win now, and gleefully attacked him with a flurry of high and low blows. They might not have been the hardest, but I could keep up the pace of striking him and made sure I hit him from all directions.

 

He got me again in the next round, a cushion actually catching me on the ear, knocking me clean off my napkins.

"You little bugger," I grinned at him, "You're too bloody quick for me."

I looked at his panting face, at his heaving chest, at his utterly beautiful nakedness, "So, what's it to be, then? Who's got to do what to who?"

 

I chucked the cushions on the floor and did a little victory dance which ended with me flopping on the sofa.

Savouring the victory I thought for a few moments. I was tempted to get Rob to suck me as it kind of showed I was the winner, but we had already done that. I was tempted to ask him to put his cock in my mouth as I liked his taste, but reckoned I would get to do that anyway before I went home.

"Can I wank you off? Like so I can see you jizz?"  I was curious about why Rob's cum was different to mine and wanted to see what his cock did when it spurted. Thinking a bit more I gave Rob a shy smile.

"But can you put something up my bum hole while I do it?" My insides seemed hungry for stimulation, and I wanted to scratch that particular itch as well.

 

"Don't have to ask, love," I grinned at him, pleased that he'd thought dirty, "You won so you say what's gonna happen." I grinned at him even more, "Didn't include bum holes, though, just cock."

 I let the look of disappointment creep onto his face before adding, "So if you want something up your bum, you do have to ask for that."

 

I poked my tongue out but still grinned at him. "Please can I have something up my bum hole uncle Rob?" I asked him a mock voice, like a little kid asking for a treat.

 

"One finger or two? Or do you want to go for it and try for three?"

 

I giggled naughtily. "As many as you can get up there!" In my mind more was better and I wanted as much as possible.

 

"Dirty little fucker," I grinned at him delightedly, "Not really fingers you want in there, is it!"

I knew I was pushing it, Dylan was nowhere near ready for cock yet, but I longed to hear him say he wanted it.

 

"You gonna bum me?" I was scared and excited by the prospect in equal measure. It seemed so wrong to want it to happen, but I was fascinated by the idea of Rob getting his big cock up inside me.

 

"You want to be bummed?" I looked him questioningly, "You know you can say anything about things like that, so do you think you'd like cock in your arse?" I said it as dirty as I could, so there'd be no doubt about what was involved.

 

I nodded my head blushing bright red. "Yeah but....maybe not today, yeah?" I knew I was bottling out but was suddenly nervous about how much it would hurt. A finger had felt fun, but Rob's cock suddenly seemed huge.

 

"Cuddle time," I announced and held him tight, allow him a moment to get over the embarrassment of admitting something he'd not even really thought about the possibility of ever happening before a few days ago. "Love it that you think you'd like to be fucked," again keeping it dirty, "And when it does happen, if I own the cock that's lucky enough to get inside you, then I'll make damn sure you enjoy it and that you'll feel stretched but almost no pain." Kissing his cheek was essential, so I did. "But no, not today. It's too soon yet. Has to be when the time's right, and that's not when you have to go home soon afterwards. Big thing, being bummed for the first time," I smiled at him, "For now, let's just have sexy, naughty fun."

 

I giggled, snuggled into Rob's chest. He always knew when to hug me and make me feel safe which was one of the things I loved about him.

I followed Rob over to the sofa where he stretched out, his naked body on display. His cock was semi-hard, and I knelt next to him and just looked at it for a moment or two before reaching down and grasping it in my fist.

I stroked it up and down experimentally. I had only ever wanked myself off, something I always did furtively and quickly and I looked at Rob to see if he was enjoying it.

 

His little hand felt wonderful. He'd felt me and sucked me yesterday, but that was different, his hand was on my cock now because he wanted my cock in his hand; it wasn't there in a haze of lust and weed, it was there because, stone cold sober, not spaced out and with no sex play to get him going, not even a snog, he wanted my cock in his hand. He wanted to feel it, to relish the feel of it, he wanted to wank it, make it spunk for the sheer, simple pleasure of doing it.

"Magic, love," I breathed at him with a smile, "Your hand feels absolutely magic."

 

I moaned a little and pumped Rob's cock a bit harder. I wasn't sure how hard I was gripping him and tightened my hand a bit in case it was too loose.

 

Mine was the first cock other than his own he had ever felt, he wasn't sure what to do, how to do it. "Can't get it wrong, love," I assured him, "Grip it hard, hold it gently, squeeze it, wank it madly or slowly; just do what you want with it cos if it feels right to you it's feeling ten times that for me."

I scrabbled behind me, into the toy box, found the lube.

"You want your bum fingered, can't do it where you are. Kneel on the sofa and get your lovely bum aimed at my face. You can look at what you're doing that way as well, and not get embarrassed cos I'm watching you. I'll be staring at your bum hole. And if you dare fart I'll kill you."

 

I giggled and wriggled round so I was kneeling over Rob, one knee either side of his chest. Shuffling back enough to still wank his cock left my bum near his face, and I giggled some more as I bent over to give him access to my hole.

I was giggling like crazy now, amused at my position and that my bum was close to his face, and I couldn't resist letting out a squeaky little fart which made me laugh like crazy.

 

He was giggling like crazy and laughed outright when he forced out a little fart. That earned him a playful slap on his thigh, but I wasn't mad at him; it was only a play fart, no bad smell and the way his hole opened to let it out was just lovely to see.

The important thing was that he was having fun; he was playing with my cock, I was about to stick fingers up his hole and he was having fun.

Cold lube on his hole made him tense a bit and he started to tense up when my finger found him, but, without being told, he relaxed, put up no resistance as I probed him, finger asking hole for permission to enter, and when that permission was granted and my middle finger was inside him, he gave a lovely sigh of contentment.

 

The finger in my bum hole felt amazing and I wriggled a bit, moaning softly as it got around inside me and pushed at my hole.

Slowly I started wanking Rob, not trying to make him cum straight away but I was watching his cock grow and twitch in my hand. I was fascinated by the way it grew, about how it seemed to respond to being stroked in a certain way and how the skin seemed to change and tighten as it grew.

"Mmmmm yeah," I let out another little sigh as Rob stretched my hole a little by pushing further inside me. I could feel my insides getting wet and hot, the naughty sexy feeling I liked so much, and I moaned a bit more to let him know I liked what he was doing.

 

One thing that there was absolutely no doubt about was that Dylan loved being fingered; the way his tight, wet-velvet hole responded to my finger made that very clear. It clenched and unclenched and Dylan moaned with each clenching. Only just thirteen, but his body knew what it wanted.

His wanking of me was sublime as well; he wanted me to shoot for him, but not yet, not for a long time yet. His hand was worshipping my cock, adoring it, loving how it felt in his hand just as he was loving what he was doing to it.

Amazing how just being wanked can feel so good.

I circled my finger inside him, stretching his entrance a little, before introducing my index finger, sending it in to join the middle one in being pleasured by the boy's insides. A little tight, but not resisting tight, yielding as soon as it could, and two fingers inside him, both knuckle deep.

Dylan moaned more, loved my cock more.

Pure bliss.

 

I moaned louder as Rob slipped a second finger inside me. I was hot and wet down there now, and I moaned more as the digit wriggled and explored my hole to find room.

"Fuck yeah," I moaned and wriggled around on Rob's fingers, sending a whole new wave of feelings through my body. My insides felt wet and tingly now, I had heard the phrase 'gets her wet' used about girls and while I didn't totally understand it I knew it meant she found something horny and, because of the way it was said, she was a bit of a slut. That was another word I didn't totally understand, though I knew it was dirty but also sexy.

I stroked Rob's cock more, wondering if I was a 'slut' because what he was doing was making me 'wet' inside. I knew you could look like a slut or act like a slut and both were insults, but also things boys kind of wanted in girls as it meant they would do sex stuff with you. Maybe men like Rob liked boys to be a bit like that as well, up for doing naughty things and being made horny and wet by them.

The thoughts swirled round my head as I stroked and explored Rob's cock more, wanking him with one hand while exploring his balls with the other.

 

Dylan wriggled his arse on my fingers, he wanted them in him, wanted to feel them in him.

I put my free hand round him, eased him more upright, "Sit on my fingers, love," I whispered, "Go in a bit deeper and you can still get at my cock."

 

I moaned as Rob gently pulled me up straight, making me sit down on to his fingers which were now underneath me.

"Ooooh yeah" I let out a loud moan and ground my bum down, hungry to get Rob's digits inside me. Sitting on his hand had pushed the fingers deep in me, it felt like I was an extension of his arm and that was a feeling I very much enjoyed.

Cautiously I used my knees to raise my body. Rob kept his hand in the same place and I felt myself slide up Rob's fingers, my hole contracting as I did so.

Another loud moan escapes my lips as my bum hole was teased, I loved the feeling and started to wank Rob harder as I got excited.

"Yeah I'm wet for you," I thought this was a sexy thing a girl might say to a boy she liked and the words slipped out of my mouth as I began to move up and down on Rob's hand, slowly enjoying the new feelings.

 

"I'm wet for you," Dylan moaned. Goodness knows where he'd learned that from, but wet he was, his arse juicing like mad as I fingered him, deeper now he was sitting on my fingers.

His ring was tight round the base of my fingers, down at the knuckles, tight and stretched, but not stretched to breaking point. Tight as it was it yielded a little, like a thick rubber band when I eased my fingers apart, trying to open him more. If he could take two as easily as this, then he could take three. I've had boys three years older than Dylan who could barely manage one, but Dylan was going to sample three.

I eased my fingers out slowly, ignoring the moan of protest from the boy at the loss of his pleasure, and then back in again, slowly, slowly - three is more than two.

A grunt as he felt himself stretched wider, another grunt as the stretching continued and then a moan of animal delight as all three slid slowly in his welcoming chute.

I was corrupting him, knew I was corrupting him and at this moment I didn't care. Dylan had an arse designed for cock and I was going to get it ready for cock. Not now, not today, but I was going to corrupt this boy until, some time soon, he was begging to be fucked.

And even while I was doing that, knowing exactly what I was doing, I loved him madly.

 

 I moaned and then let out an almost mewing sound as Rob stretched my bum hole wider than it had ever been.  It felt so good and I wriggled on his fingers, loving the sensation of my hole expanding around his fingers.

 My insides were hot and wet now, and I jerked his cock harder wanting to see him jizz.  My head was full of dirty thoughts, I was his boy and wanted him to jizz on me, put things up my bum hole and make me wet and horny.

 

Dylan's hole was tight, but it took my three fingers without complaint but not without effect. The boy mewled and whined with pleasure and lust; his arse was made for cock and his body knew that and wanted it. He wanted to be filled, to be shagged, to be fucked. His mind knew that as well, knew it now with my fingers up inside his arse. He may turn away from that knowing when he was on his own once more, remembering what he had done, but for now he wanted nothing more than to be a boy, used for a man's pleasure.

He was wanking me for spunk now, he wanted to make me shoot, see my sperm jerk from me, land hot on his flesh, but it wasn't going to be the only spunk that jetted onto his young body. I found his button, worked it hard, driving him crazy with lust and the need to spunk. Dylan was going to have an arse only spunking, he would cum, cock untouched, and, if I could hang on long enough, he'd spurt at the same time as me.

 

"Yeh yeh yeh," I was bouncing on Rob's fingers now, wanting them inside me, to stretch me, to make me feel good.  My hole stretched and contracted making me coo and moan, I jerked Rob's cock harder and felt my own cock twitch.  I wasn't wanking it but felt like I was going to spurt anyway, and went back to wanking Rob with both hands.  I wanted to be covered in spunk, to be properly naughty and dirty, and I moaned louder and louder.

 

"Ooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhh yeeeeeeessssssss!" I gasped when Dylan, working on my cock with both hands drove me past the point of no return. I'm not usually a noisy spunker, satisfied sighs or perhaps a grunt if I unload in a boy's bum, but this was a wanking like no other and the sounds just poured from me in time with the spunking jerks of my cock. Three cannon shots, two more with less force and countless minor twitchings as I blasted hard, far harder than normal. I didn't have a clue how much came out, but Dylan would know, his eyes would have been glued to every spurt, every drip and drop and knowing that made my balls want to give him more to see, but there was nothing left to shoot out.

A second or two after I fired, Dylan spurted as well, I knew he had from the noises he made, that his thin spunk was joining my thicker offering somewhere on his young flesh, his prostate battered into action by my finger, pounding it when I spurted.

 

I knew Rob's cock was ready to spurt, it was rock hard and twitching, but I still wasn't prepared for what came next.  His jizz was different to mine, I could tell that straight away.  It was thick, much thicker than mine, and a totally different colour.  Mine was watery and clear but Rob's was thick and almost yellow, and I was fascinated by it as it splattered all over me.  My own jizz joined it, spurting up on to my chest, and I moaned in pleasure, grinding myself down on to Rob's fingers to get one last hit of that feeling before my balls were empty.  Curiously I dipped my fingers into Rob's spunk, feeling how different it was to mine.  It was sticky and gooey, and licked my fingers curiously.

 

I was shattered. It always takes a moment or two to recover from a spunking, but this was a far bigger spunking than most. My fingers were still up inside Dylan and even though I knew he'd spunked as well, he didn't seem in any great hurry to have them removed, but out they had to come before things got uncomfortable.

I eased them out from him slowly, aware that if he was indeed the boy he now seemed to be, that he wouldn't be thanking me for getting them out.

Shattered as I was, I never for one moment forgot that I am a perv, and I hate wasting spunk. Dylan was covered in the stuff, his and mine, and if it was too late to eat it there was still a use it could be put to. I turned Dylan over so we were lying chest to chest, Dylan's young, spunk covered chest against mine, spunk sticky and wet between us.

"Never been wanked like that before, love," I breathed, "You can do that again as much as you want."

 

I moaned and explored Rob's spunk some more, wiping it around my fingers curiously.  His fingers were still inside me and I was in no hurry to get them out, I had gone from a feeling of crazed horniness to a contented feeling of being full down there and I wriggled a little, happy to have my bum stretched.  "Why is your spunk different to mine?"  I was curious about why our jizz was different.

 

"Cos yours is young, sweet and delicious," I told him as I got his head on my shoulder and ruffled his hair, "And mine's old and past its prime. The other reason is that there aren't that many sperms swimming about in your stuff yet, yours is still mostly the stuff they swim in and mines got a load of them in it. Fair chance you could fuck a girl, spunk in her and not get her up the spout. Won't be able to get away with that soon, so if you've got a fancy to shag one without wearing a raincoat you'd better get on and do it quick."

 

"Raincoat?" I wriggled off Rob's fingers, moaning a little as they slipped free and cuddled into him.  I was sweaty and sticky but guessed Rob wouldn't care.

 

"Raincoat, plastic mac, johnny, rubber, or, in proper terms, a condom."

 

I giggled, I had only heard it called a johnny so was pleased to learn some new dirty words.  "When my bum hole gets wet is that the same as when a girl gets wet for you?"  I was curious about sex stuff and was comfortable asking Rob about it.

 

"Yeah, it is. It's nature's way of making sure that what wants to go in and is wanted in, can get in reasonably easily. But I have to tell you that no girl has ever got wet for me, I don't do girls. Only boys."

I kissed his hair, just in case he thought I had confused him with a girl, "And you are very much a boy.

 

I snuggled into him.  I didn't feel girly in his arms, this was very much a boys' thing for me, a manly way of having fun.  "But if I get wet for you, does that mean I'm a slut?"  I had heard the words but wasn't totally sure how everything fitted together.

 

"Slut's one of those words that has different meanings depending on how you use it," I stroked his back, such a lovely back, hard and boy, "Often it's an insult, like in 'she's a total slut,' where you're implying that some girl or other will drop her knickers for anyone, doesn't matter if she actually does or not. If pervs like me talk about a boy being a slut we tend to mean that a particular boy likes cock and he's happier if he never has to do his own wanking. Pervs mean it as a sort of compliment really, because pervs like boys who like cock."

 

I wriggled into him, thinking about that.  I knew slut was a bad word, I definitely wouldn't say it in front of Mum, but I quite liked the way it sounded.  It was naughty but sexy, and I gave Rob a shy grin.  "So I'm a slut?"  I giggled after saying it, quite liking the way it sounded.

 

"Bit too soon to tell," I said, pretending to think seriously about it, "There are some indications that you may quite like cock, and hints that you are not averse to having your own cock looked at and seen to." I wandered a hand down him to fondle his bum, "And your bum seems to like a little attention as well. For a boy to be a slut for a perv, though, he has to be a boy who likes sex, enjoys having sex, has an idea that kinky sex is a bit fun and sulks if, when he's with a perv, his body gets left alone for more than a few seconds.

As far as I'm concerned, if you feel like being a slut for me, then the sluttier the better."

 

I giggled, letting out a little moan as Rob fondled my bum.  "I'm a proper slut," the words sounded good coming out of my mouth and I gave Rob a kiss that became a little snog, "And I'm gonna get well sulky if you don't tie me up soon."

 

"Just my slut, or a budding boy slut for real who's gonna be looking at all the other boys in the showers and wondering what their spunk would taste like?"

Dangerous ground, but some impulse made me ask it; I loved Dylan, no messing there, but I'm perv enough to want him to be a proper boy and get as many other boy cocks as he could. Only boy cocks, mine was the only adult one I wanted him to sample.

Dangerous ground, but I guessed he'd not take it wrong, that I was just asking him about something sexy, not doing anything bad, like suggesting he was gay.

 

I thought about that.  Some boys were fit, like my mate Connor, and I thought maybe I might want to snog them and maybe have some cock fun.  But be boyfriends or do the sort of stuff me and Rob did?  "I dunno," I answered truthfully, "Like not be like I am with you. But yeah, maybe suck cocks.  Is that ok?"  I was suddenly worried Rob might not view me as 'his boy' if I thought about other boys.

 

"More than okay," I smiled, stroked his back and his bum, kissed his hair again, "Weird as it may seem, I'd love it if you were getting cock off other boys. Be well pissed off if another perv got his hands on you mind, cos I love you and want you as my boy, no sharing around. But doing cock stuff with boys is different; I'd get well boned up thinking about you doing that. Of course," I grinned, knowing that a dirty bit would appeal to him, "I'd expect you to tell me all about them, what you do and what their cocks are like."

 

I giggled, "Course I will, so am I a proper boy-slut?"  The name sounded so sexy and I wriggled into Rob, enjoying this dirty conversation.

 

"Not yet," I cuddled him, "Cos you ain't had another boy's cock yet, so let's say you're a potential proper slut and a pretty good part-time slut when you're with me."

More stroking of his back and bum because I liked his back and bum.

"Don't wanna know about any stuff you do with girls, though," I sniggered into his hair, "That'd make me go soft, not hard."

 

I giggled, "Ain't dun anything with girls really," I admitted truthfully.  "Like some say I'm fit but that's just cos they all fancy Connor and I'm his best mate."  I wriggled round on top of Rob, sitting on him for a moment before laying on top of him so we were pretty much nose to nose.  "Please tie me up," I was desperate for some more kinky fun, "Like I get to choose how, though."

 

"Boys only for as long as you can," I told him. "If you want to be tied up, then I'm afraid you've got to give me a proper snog first."

 

I giggled and locked lips with Rob, kissing his mouth.  His lips parted and my tongue made its way hungrily inside, swirling around and savouring his taste.  I was happy for him to take the lead, and let him tongue me for a few moments before my own tongue started to wrestle his as I moaned.

 

'Only just thirteen,' my mind registered as Dylan's tongue joined mine, 'And already about the sexiest kisser I've ever had.' Dylan wouldn't want to think of himself as gay, but now, at this time, he was. Maybe a phase, a phase most boys went through, but if it was, then it was a phase Dylan was right in the middle of and showed no signs of wanting to get out of it. Not now, anyway, not while he was naked with a naked man.

"Fuck!" I half-gasped, half-whispered in his ear when the snog ended, "You really are one sexy little fucker of a kisser!"

 

I giggled and kissed Rob again.  I liked being called a sexy little fucker, it sounded so grown-up, so naughty but so exciting to be looked at like that.  "Good enough?" I gave Rob a little smirk, licking my lips a little which were wet from the kissing.

 

"Do, I suppose," I grinned, knowing that Dylan knew I loved him kissing like that, "Now what naughty, dirty, kinky, perverted things does my little slut want done to him now?"

 

I giggled and got up.  I was feeling naughty and wanted to be tied in some fun new ways.  "Like tie my hands up behind me and put the rope round my neck again," I gave Rob a little smirk, "Though you gotta like catch me first."  I was giggling now, I would let him catch me but wanted a bit of roughness to make the game more fun.

 

"And when I've caught you, got you all trussed up like a chicken ready for the oven, what happens then?"

 

"You gotta treat me like your slaveboy," I knew Rob couldn't spank me so wrinkled my nose thinking what could happen. "Like make me do something gross," I giggled, wanting a bit of jeopardy in the game, it couldn't just be stuff I would enjoy or wouldn't be fun.

 

 

That wasn't going to be easy; I'm not into watersports or scat and stuff like that so I didn't have any immediate ideas of what to do that would fit Dylan's desire for 'something gross.'

"If you were my slaveboy for real and you'd made me run around to catch you, then I'd tie you up and hang you from the ceiling and use the cane on your thighs until I made you spunk," I told him, hoping that idea would be evil enough for his dirty mind," But as you've got to be set free to go home fairly soon I spose I'd better not do that."

I thought for a bit more then had an idea; definitely naughty, definitely kinky and perverted and an idea that would involve a touch of sexy pain for him as well.

"Let me think," I said. I wasn't going to tell him what had come to mind, just do it when I had him nicely trussed up.

 

I gave Rob a little smirk pleased that what he was going to do was a secret.  "Ok go," I backed away from him, not wanting to give him the opportunity to just grab me.

 

"Okay," I said, "Give me a second or two." I got some rope from the toy box, told him not to do any peeking cos that would spoil the fun, and slipped a couple of items into a gift type box and put the lid on. One tube of lube, one 'starter' size vibrator and three pegs, bit like clothes pegs but with padded tips so they wouldn't bite into flesh. Dylan was going to have some seriously kinky fun, I smirked to myself.

"Ready boy," I said in my 'Master's' voice.

 

I turned my back as Rob got ready.  I was excited and giggled to myself, fidgeting from foot to foot.  "You'll have to catch me," I gave Rob a little smirk, darting behind the sofa out of his reach.

 

"The harder it is to catch you, the worse your torture will be," I 'snarled' and began the chase.

He darted behind the sofa, out of reach, but trapping himself because all I did was to shove the sofa back towards the wall and almost trapped him, but the little sod managed to jump over the back and dashed off to the other side of the room. He ran, I chased and nearly grabbed him a couple of times only for him to slip away each time.

 

I was laughing at first, but then avoiding Rob got harder.  I escaped him when he tried to trap me behind the sofa, but slowly he cut down my routes of escape, herding me into a corner.  I was faster than him, and much more nimble, but that wasn't any use when I didn't have any room to dodge or duck, and once he had herded me into a corner it was easy enough for Rob to grab hold of one of my wrists.  I struggled but he was much stronger than me and I knew the game was up.

 

I grabbed the little bugger's wrist, gripped it tight, turned him so I could get his arm up behind his back and marched him to the sofa.

"Got you now, slave," I 'snarled', "Now you will regret disobeying me!"

I shoved him face down on the sofa, ignored his wildly kicking legs and got a loop of rope round one wrist and then the other, tying them tight enough for him not to get free but not tight enough to hurt. Then I pinned him to the sofa by the simple method of half-lying on him and grabbed on ankle as it thrashed within reach, looped rope around it and waited for the other to come within range, grabbed that and did the same. Next it was a simple matter to lift his ankles so he bent at the knees and arranged the rope so he was tied hand and foot, his wrists only inches from his ankles. Then the remainder of the rope up and around his neck, a perfectly trussed chicken.

 

 

I yelped and whined as Rob trussed me up.  I was no match for his strength and, despite my wild struggles, he soon had my wrists and ankles tied up so they were virtually touching each other.  I whimpered a bit as the other end of the rope was looped around my neck, it wasn't choking me but it did make me feel pretty helpless.  Rob had removed my ability to move any of my limbs and after a few moments of useless struggle I gave up, laying still looking up at him.  I was a bit nervous, biting my lip as I wriggled trying to get comfortable.

 

"Now you learn what happens to a boy I buy in the slave market," I said in my best 'cold and heartless' voice, "A boy I spend good gold on so I can enjoy his flesh, have pleasure in my bed, and he disobeys my wishes."

I opened the box, took out the three pegs. One for each nipple, giving Dylan time to adjust to the sudden 'sex pain' of the first before clipping on the second, and laughing fiendishly at his gasps and winces. He was nicely soft, the dashing around and capture not hardening up his recently spunked cock, so there was a nice little bud of foreskin to clip the third peg onto. That one he would really feel when he began to stiffen.

 

I yelped as the pegs were clipped on to my nipples. The pinching made me squirm, and no matter how much I shook my body I couldn't get them off.  "They hurt," I whimpered a bit as the pain sent my flesh numb, "Please Rob, take them off."

 

"Haha," I laughed evilly, "Now you begin to learn what it is to be a slave. Soon you will learn more!"

I knew the initial hurt to his nipples would soon fade, turn into something else, especially when his cock began to rise and he had something else to think about.

Time for the vibrator. It was, as I said, a 'starter' model, a fair replica of a cock that a fourteen year old would have been fairly happy to have, but not enough to be boastful about. It would present no problems for a hole that had very recently had three of my fingers in it, but when I switched it on Dylan was going to have some very new sensations.

I lubed it copiously, got him in position, parted his cheeks and slid it in.

 

I whimpered more as a peg was added to my cock.  It made the end tingle, it hurt but somehow was sexy as well, and I let out a little moan as it jiggled with my movements. I let out another moan as my cheeks were parted.  I was expecting Rob's finger and whined as my cock got hard at the thought and was gripped by the peg and then let out a loud moan as something different made its way up my bum hole.  Trussed up, I couldn't look round to see what it was , and whimpered and moaned as it made its way inside me.  "What's that?"

 

"A torture most exquisite," I gave another evil laugh, "One that will turn your arse into a place for cock. My cock. Did you think to keep your hole from me? You, a slave, bought for my pleasure?"

I turned the knob at the base to the 'on' position, the lowest setting to start with, and pushed it in a little deeper.

 

I let out a loud squeal as whatever was in my bum started buzzing and vibrating.  I didn't know what it was but it felt amazing, not only did it stretch my bum hole but it also teased it and stimulated it which felt amazing.  The only problem was that those amazing feelings made my cock go hard.  And that made the peg on the end bite into my foreskin making me cry out loud.  "Please my cock!"  I wanted to get hard and to get soft all at the same time, driven to a horny frustration by the two sets of feelings.

 

"Ha," I laughed, "Now you begin to learn that your flesh is mine to do with what I will."

I knew what the peg on his foreskin felt like, it was something I used on myself from time to time when I wanted more than just an ordinary wank and didn't have a boy around. Instead of being able to push out past the foreskin, the cock head was held back, unable to lengthen, instead it could only swell and that only made it worse with more of it trying to break free. Wanking with it on is a really different sensation, and I started wondering if I'd be able to release Dylan's right hand and order him to wank.

While I was trying to work out if that could be done, I turned up the vibrator a notch.

 

"Awwwghhhhh," I cried out as thing in my bum started buzzing more. It was driving me crazy now, and I wriggled around like mad trying to get relief.

 

"Does your hole begin to learn what it is for?" I did another evil laugh, "It will learn more yet."

The vibrator wasn't a cheap one, one meant for cunts, it was an expensive 'boy's bum' one and had another setting, one that made the head of it push in and out to give some replication of fucking. It didn't move a lot, not more than an inch, but, as I knew from using it on boys before, it was really very effective.

"Let us see if your hole learns from this," I gloated and switched that bit on as well as turning the vibrator part up another notch.

 

"AWGWHHHHHHHHHHH" I squealed loudly and thrashed around like crazy as the thing in my bum started pushing up and down.  My cock went crazy as well, straining to get rock hard and I whimpered loudly as it pushed against the peg.  "Please, please," I was whimpering now, desperate for release.

 

"What is it you beg for, slave," I said disdainfully, "Is it for mere release from torment, torment far less that you deserve, or is it for the reality of cock in your arse?"

 

I whimpered more, screwing my eyes closed.  I wasn't sure what I wanted, I loved the feelings in my bum, cock and nipples but also wanted to be released from the torments.  I wanted the vibrating thing out of my hole but also wanted Rob to bum me.

 

"Answer, slave," I snarled, "Or the torture will continue."

It was a game, but it was a game with a purpose, a purpose I should have been ashamed of, probably would be ashamed of later. I loved Dylan and something made me believe that Dylan wasn't going to be a happy, truly happy boy, if he kept on believing he was really a straight boy. It no longer mattered that he might be, might be just a boy having naughty fun now, I'd convinced myself that he was a boy for cock and I was desperate to get him to believe that as well.

"Cock, boy? Or more torture?"

 

I whined loudly, thrashing around. "I like cock," my eyes were screwed close and I shook my head from side to side.  I wasn't sure if I meant it, I had only had fun with Rob, but I was beginning to think I might like cocks in general.

 

"Ah ha!" I exclaimed, "Does the boy now begin to speak truth at last? Is the slave worth the gold I spent on him? Speak now, boy, will you go eagerly to my bed, give me your arse for pleasure? Will you seek out other boys I own, long also for their young cocks inside you?"

 

"Yes! YES!"  I wanted the torture to end but also kind of thought the words were true.  I wanted Rob to use me for his pleasure, that idea seemed so sexy and dirty, and I also wanted to suck other boys' cocks, and become a proper boy-slut.

 

I turned the vibrator back down to its lowest setting but left the fucking part still working. Dylan was starting to say things I wanted him to say, wanted to hear him say.

"Cocks of boys," I said softly, "Cocks of boys to fondle and suck. Cocks of boys to spunk in your mouth. Cocks of boys to fuck your arse, spunk inside you. And the cock of one man, the man who owns you, the man whose boy you are, what do you want with that cock?"

Filthy, dirty and perverted and I was certain Dylan's mind would love hearing the filth and perversion.

 

I moaned loudly, loving the dirty words about all the cocks I wanted.  "I want it to jizz in my mouth and all over my face," I tried to join in with the dirty talk, trying to say naughty things which I liked and thought Rob might enjoy hearing.  "I want it to bum me and for me to have to suck it whenever he wants because I'm his boy and he owns me."

 

"Good words, slave," I said still softly, "But not enough. What of boys? Do you long also for them to squirt their spunk in you and on you? Understand you not that your Master wants you to enjoy the cocks of boys as well as his own cock?

 

I whimpered and closed my eyes.  Did I really want to suck off other boys my age?  I had always thought I was normal, I wasn't a gay boy and wouldn't want my mates to think of me as one, but suddenly the image of me kneeling in front of Connor sucking on his cock came into my mind.  It was a hot image, making me moan in pleasure, then I imagined sucking him then sucking my mate Jack, then sucking Chris in year 11 who all the girls said was well fit, then sucking James in year 10 who was captain of the school footie team.  "I want their cocks too," I moaned loudly as I said it, my eyes screwed closed.

 

"Then you are indeed a boy worthy of being my slave," I said, "A boy who has come to know who he is and what he is. A boy worth owning."

I turned off the vibrator, unclipped the three pegs, aware that the removal would be as painful as the clipping on of them, and then gently slid the vibrator out of him.

I allowed him to wince his way through the return of blood to where it had been restrained from reaching, and carefully undid his bonds, leaving only the rope around his neck.

"A boy worthy of love," I said, still in role, "Shall I love him as a slave, or as a free boy who comes to my bed because that is where he wishes to be?"

 

I whimpered as the blood rushed back into my nipples and foreskin.  In some ways that was worse than having the clips on, though the feeling was also sexy making me moan in pleasure.  My hole felt empty with the thing removed and I wriggled a bit, wishing it could be filled up again.  It felt good to be full down there, I was hungry for it again and guessed that's how I knew I wanted cock.  "I want to be there," I gave Rob a shy smile, not shy because I was embarrassed to be naked around him but because it felt funny to say these sort of things out loud, "But can I keep this on?  It shows I belong to you."  I liked the rope around my neck, it wasn't tight or uncomfortable but knowing I had to go where Rob led me made me feel somehow safe; I knew he would protect me, make me feel amazing and do exciting adult things with me.  It also made me feel like he would always be there for me, like there was an unbreakable link between us. That was a different sort of feeling, not dirty but still somehow sexy, and I liked it in a whole different way.

 

"For today," I smiled into his eyes, and "Love you, Dylan," just popped out unbidden.

"I'll get something else for you for next time, something that'll sort of say the same thing."

Arms round him now, cuddling and loving.

 

I slipped into Rob's embrace, purring like a kitten.  It felt so good to be gathered into his big strong arms, to be held there close to his body and told I was loved.  I knew Rob could do whatever he wanted with me, I was in his house with no-one knowing where I was and if he had wanted to he could have done all sorts of things safe in the knowledge I couldn't fight back.  Instead he wanted to make me feel good, to make me feel safe, and I loved that about him, loved that he cared for me and wanted me to be 'his boy'.  "Love you too," I was pressed close to his chest but the words still came out clearly, and I wasn't embarrassed to say them.

 

"Yeah, I was beginning to suspect something like that," I smiled softly at him; "Daft, isn't it. I'm three times your age and madly in love with you and you feel a bit that way yourself."

That had to be followed by some gentle kissing and cuddling. I think we both understood that actual sex was over for the day, and that we could be close together without the need for spunking again.

"Hope you were okay with that game, love," I whispered, "Was a bit over the top perhaps. Didn't hurt too much did it? And that stuff I made you say about doing stuff with boys, that was just you in the game. Wasn't it?"

That was wicked of me. I could have simply pretended Dylan hadn't said any of it, but I wanted him to think about it, say out loud if there might be some truth in it. I knew he wouldn't think that I'd take him to be some limp-wristed queer boy if he did admit it, but it was up to him how much he wanted me to know about what went on in his mind.

 

I nuzzled into Rob, kissing him softly and enjoying his hands roaming over my body.  "I dunno, like I don't want to be a gay boy but...." my voice trailed off, "Like some boys are fit and yeah I'd like to suck more cocks."  The words sounded funny being spoken out loud and I giggled nervously.  "Like some girls are well fit too and I'd like to shag them I reckon, but suck boys' cocks as well."

 

"All sounds pretty normal to me," I was surprisingly soft considering how close Dylan's flesh was to mine, "But, like I said, I don't want to know anything about you shagging girls." I sniggered at him, "Do what you want with boys and tell me every little, dirty detail and watch me spring a bone; mention girls and see it shrivel up and disappear."

 

I laughed, "Yeah ok, but don't know how you go up to a boy and get him to let you suck his cock."  I knew I would never have the nerve to go up to a fit boy at school and do that, if he told anyone I had said it, my life would be hell.

 

"Know what you mean," I grinned, "Telling Connor, for example, that you thought his spunk would taste good might not do wonders for your rep. But keep your eyes open in the showers, you may start to notice a particular boy seems to be always there when you are, might catch him looking at your cock, and not just a sneaky glance either. How many boys in your school? About four hundred or so? I guarantee you that of the four hundred, getting on for at least a hundred of them know what it's like to have a cock that's not theirs in their hand,"

 

I looked at him surprised. "You reckon?"  I once thought an older boy in year 10 had been looking at me in the showers after footie trials.  He was a popular kid and I hadn't really thought anything more of it, assuming that there was no way he would be gay as he had a girlfriend.

 

"Absolutely certain of it," I assured him, "I was a boy once myself, you know. I went to a small Grammar School and Years 7, 8 and 9 did rugby together, not really enough in any one Year to get a decent side together. I was about the same age as you, Year 8, and I noticed that this kid a year older than me was always in the showers the same time as me. Don't know how long it had been happening before I noticed, but when I spotted it, I started making sure he could get a good look at what he obviously wanted to look at. Didn't really think anything about it, it was sorta, 'if you wanna look at my cock, well why the fuck not, get a good eyeful'. Somehow it worked out that we got to do scrum binding practise together and sometimes his hand did more than just bind round my shoulder and he'd wink at me in the showers after. Wasn't long after that he invited me round to his place after school, we did some messing about and his hand found its way to my cock. His was the first cock I touched, the first one I sucked, the first to spunk in my mouth and the first to go up my arse."

 

"Weren't you worried people at school would find out?"  I couldn't imagine being that brave, though the idea of having James from year 10 get his cock in my mouth was certainly appealing.

 

"Shit scared at first. Sucking cock and getting bummed weren't the sort of things I thought rugby playing boys would do. Scared shitless, but that didn't stop me doing it, I liked it too much to stop. Just hoped no-one would find out."

I had an idea that telling Dylan about my schoolboy experiences might help him in working things out in his own head.

"Turned out I wasn't the only boy who had a cock he knew about."

 

I looked at Rob curiously. "What, so he knew other boys who liked cock too?"  I was surprised that boys would be open about this sort of stuff, I had always thought they would be too shit scared to tell anyone.

 

"Yeah," I stroked Dylan again, imagining I could hear the cogs in his brain working, "Once he was sure I wasn't going to blab about it, that I was into cock and stuff, into it enough to let him put his up my bum," I sniggered, "He told me about some others. Seemed that four of the kids in the rugby team did each other on a regular basis and Dave asked me if I wanted to spread it around sort of thing. He wouldn't tell any of them I was available or give me their names if I didn't want to do more stuff."

 

I gave Rob a shy smile, imagining being part of a secret cock sucking gang.  "Would you be cool with that though?  I wouldn't let anyone bum me."

 

"I'm cool with anything you do or want to do with a boy or boys," I gave him a hug to show I meant it. "You're thirteen and you should have fun, and doing stuff with boys is fun. Rather that you didn't do stuff with a man though, you might find you liked him more than me, and I wouldn't like that." Another hug to show that was more of a tease than thinking he was likely to find himself in another perv's bed.

 

"I won't, promise."  I snuggled into Rob, meaning it.  I didn't want another man, the way he made me feel was too special and I didn't want to lose him.

 

"Trouble is, Dylan," I said, getting far too serious about things, "Even if you did I'd still love you."

 

I smiled, running a hand through my hair.  I was a bit embarrassed to be told I was loved but also pleased.  "Like one weekend, could you like...take me to the football or something?"  I wanted to do something a 'Dad' might do with Rob, I liked being with him and wanted to be close to him that way as well.

 

"Could do, I suppose," far too good a chance to tease him to waste, "If you like that pansy, play-acting, prima-donna stuff." A pause to give the tease time to mature, "And I could take you to something decent if you fancied, like The Millennium or whatever it's called now, to watch Wales play a proper game."

 

I giggled, I wasn't really into rugby but wanted to go somewhere like that with Rob.  "Yeah that would be cool," I was a little embarrassed to be asking this stuff, to be asking someone to act like my dad, and I blushed a little and fidgeted by running a hand through my hair.

 

"Man's game, rugby," I said, "Someone like Ronaldo breaks a fingernail and he's out for a month injured. Saw one guy score a try at Cardiff, then he went off with a headache. Turned out he had a fractured skull after being marmalated in a tackle before he scored. But we'll go to a poof's game as well," I grinned, "Where you fancy?"

 

"Chelsea?" I laughed as I said it, meaning it as a joke because I knew tickets were expensive.  "Mum will ask who I'm going with though, maybe just local team somewhere one afternoon?"

 

"When are you next playing?" I asked, "I'll come and watch you. And fuck knows how you'll do it, but I reckon there's some way or other you'll be able to talk your mother round into letting a perv take you to Chelsea and Cardiff."

That was stupidly dangerous of course, but at this moment I didn't give a fuck. Dylan was my boy and I wanted to be able to do simple thing for him, like watching him play football and taking him to games.

 

"Sunday morning next week," I grinned at Rob, "gonna be wearing my footie kit." I gave Rob a sly grin, imagining that he would like to see me in my sports gear.

 

"That's a date then," I ruffled his hair again, "Be better if it was rugby though, you'd be wearing shorter shorts."

 

I giggled, "Mum won't be there but Connor plays on the same team.  Dunno if I'll be able to chat afterwards."  I thought it might be too dangerous to chat to Rob straight after the game in case someone saw.

 

"Take no risks, my love. I'll have the pleasure of watching you play. Might even get a glimpse of Connor's legs; if he's got legs worth glimpsing that is."

 

"Not as good as mine," I was a bit jealous that Rob might look at Connor; I wanted him all for myself.

 

"No-one could have legs as good as yours," I sniggered, pleased that he'd fallen for the tease. "And I told you ages ago that I don't fancy Connor." I thought it safe to sneak in another tease, "Not yet anyway. May be different in a few months when he's a bit older."

 

I laughed and gave Rob a sly little grin.  I was pleased I was the only boy for him and that I was considered to be fitter than Connor.  "Like I need to go in a hour or so," the disappointment was clear in my voice but I needed to be home before Mum.  If she started ringing around my mate's house trying to find me she would discover I wasn't there.

 

"Yeah, you do my love," I agreed sadly, sad that such a wonderful weekend had to come to an end. "And before you do, you need a good shower; you've got drying spunk all over your lovely chest and I don't think it would be good for your mum to sniff that."

I gave him a big hug and he hugged back.

"And your bum has to be kept out of sight for a few days, it looks a bit like it's been to war." It did as well, not red anymore but some deep purple bits where the crop had landed.

 

"She won't see my bum," it had been a long time since I had let Mum catch sight of me naked and I didn't intend to let her see my arse any time soon.  "Can you take me up to shower on this?" I gave the rope around my neck a little tug.

 

"My pleasure, lovely," I said, "But can I have a snog first, please?"

 

"I guess so," I gave Rob a sly grin, making it clear that I was also keen on the idea.

 

"Don't have to if you don't want to," I said, pretending not to notice the grin and just hearing the words.

 

"No! I do!"  The joke went over my head and I quickly moved forward, not wanting to miss out on a last snog before I went home.

 

I laughed as Dylan virtually hurled himself into snogging range, and made this snog different from others. Not straight to mouth open tonsil searching, but gentle play with tongues just tip-touching and lip nibbling before getting down to doing things in earnest.

We both made it last as long as we could, before I got off the sofa, took hold of the rope and led Dylan up to the shower, a shower where I washed him carefully all over, and never once used a sponge or cloth.

 

I followed Rob up to the shower.  The rope wasn't dragging me but it was leading me, and I liked that feeling of following Rob where ever he went.  I was hard as he washed me, the feel of his hands did that but he didn't wank me again.  Instead he carefully washed me, his big hands cleaning every inch of me and I was sad as I stepped out and towelled myself dry in front of him.  I no longer had any inhibitions around him, and it felt weird to pull on my pants, trackies and tee shirt.  I hadn't worn clothes for almost 24 hours and being covered now felt a bit strange.

 

 

I stopped him when he reached for his clothes, wanting to keep him naked for as long as possible.

"One more look at my beautiful boy," I said and gazed unashamedly at his nakedness. Then I let him dress and had to put clothes on myself to drive him home, back into the world neither of us wanted to have to return to.

"Love you, Dylan," I said again, unnecessary as he knew that, "And thank-you for the most wonderful weekend I have ever had. Thank-you for being beautiful, thank-you for being my boy, thank-you for playing games with me, thank-you for letting me do all the things we did, and, most of all, thank you for trusting me. You've no idea how much it means to a perv to have a boy trust him."

 

"Thank you Rob," I wasn't sure how to express how much I had enjoyed the weekend, enjoyed all the new feelings Rob had introduced me to and all the new experiences we would enjoy together.  "I love being your boy," I blushed a bit as I said it, and gave him a hug to cover my embarrassment and show how much I cared about him.

 

A big, fully clothed hug, but perhaps even more important as hugs go because it was fully clothed and we didn't want to be fully clothed.

"Let's get you to the car," I said, slightly gruffly, "Before I do something stupid and cry all over you."

 

Sadly I packed up all my clothes form the day before and grabbed my jacket.  I was quiet on the drive home, sad that the weekend had to end and I had to go back to the 'real' world.  As we drove I set up kik messenger on Rob's phone.  It was anonymous and wouldn't show up on the phone bill that Mum paid, so I thought it would be a good way of keeping in contact.

 

I gave his knee a squeeze when we reached the point where I had to drop him off. I couldn't hug him and kiss him which was what I wanted to do so an unseen by anyone knee squeeze had to do.

"I'll be waiting for you in the usual place after school on Monday," I said to him, "And I'll be thinking of you all the time till then."

 

I smiled sadly, not wanting to cry in front of him but feeling like it.  "Yeah cool, I'll be thinking about you too."  I gave Rob a smile and, after a lingering look got out of the car and walked home sniffing.

 

That afternoon and evening and most of the night and all day Monday I thought. All sorts of thoughts.

Dylan had been a boy I'd spotted, thought had potential as bedflesh. I'd tracked him, hunted him, trapped him and caught him. And having caught him I'd done what I do to boys I catch. But not quite. I don't usually fall in love with prey, and, make no mistake, I'd fallen in love with Dylan.

What was he thinking now? Was he ashamed and disgusted with himself? Did he wish he'd never seen me? Was his young mind trying to violently reject the things he'd told me, pretend the things that had happened were just a dream?

What would he think when he remembered he'd asked me to bum him, remembered he'd confessed to having a want for other boys' cocks?

I just hoped I hadn't fucked with his mind, that he'd dismiss it all as just one of those things that happens and swear never to do it again.

And I hoped he'd turn up on Monday after school with a smile on his face and want a strawberry milkshake and a snog up by the hill fort.

 

I was a bit glum all Sunday, upset that I had needed to leave Rob's house and the exciting new world he had inhabited.  I had been at home when Mum arrived and she had been pleased to see me.  Unfortunately she also decided she didn't want to go to the conference the following weekend which put me in an even worse mood, and eventually she gave me a telling off for being a 'sulky teenager' and threatened to send me to my room unless I cheered up.  Of course this nothing to improve my mood, and but the time I went to bed she was in a serious mood with me as well!  Alone in bed I stroked myself, wishing Rob was there to suck me.  I could feel the lines on my bum, lines that reminded me I was his boy, and I tried to get a finger up my bum while I wanked wishing I was sucking on his cock.  I couldn't do it and that annoyed me more, and I jerked myself off fairly joylessly, thinking about all the things we had done.  I knew I shouldn't have enjoyed them, or wanted to do them again, but I also knew I had loved them, loved being tied up, loved sucking cock and loved Rob making me his boy.  Those thoughts didn't change on Monday, and I was waiting after school in the alley anxious that Rob might not turn up.

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