Endangered Species Chapter 18

I took a long drag and kept the smoke down like Ethan had showed me. He said this got you more stoned and while it made me cough a bit on the way up I felt the difference.

"Yeah cool dad," I felt lightheaded but not in a way that meant I had no energy. Instead I wanted to try new things, and then watch them back on Rob's TV. Plus the idea of being in a porn film was naughty and exciting, and that was already making me excited.

"Can you tie me up and stuff as part of it?" I took another puff on the spliff, coughing less this time.

"This morning a certain boy discovered a lot of things about himself," I said, thinking as I said it how to put things the right way, "Things he sort of suspected but now he knows. He knows he has caught his man and that he's got that man completely in his power, and when it comes to sex, the man is his slave and will do anything the boy wants him to do. But the boy's a slave as well, isn't he? The boy wants to feel that he's owned by his man, and when his man suggests they try something different then he'll do it. So," I said slowly, "You want to be tied up and owned, so, tied up and owned you will be and we'll get that on vid. We'll get the soft cuddles and kisses as well. Fucking vid will probably run for hours."

I giggled, "Sounds fucking cool Dad." The swearing was a bit of showing off, something you couldn't do in front of your real parents but which I knew Rob would be ok with.

Rob got his digital video cam and I helped him set up a tripod for it. The cam was cool and did HD and everything, and I played around with the settings while Rob got everything else ready.

"You ever need to prove to Ethan that you're more gay than he is, then this should do it." I said it in a serious tone, but burst into a fit of giggles afterwards, an image of Ethan's shocked face in my mind.

I burst into giggles as well. When we first met I had thought of Ethan as somehow more grown up than me as he had done more stuff with guys. But that was now changing as I experienced more and more.

"How's it gonna start?" I was standing in front of the camera peering at it, not sure what to expect.

"You look directly into the lens, wink and say to it I command you to start," I said, stifling giggles as Eros, somewhat disbelievingly did as I said. I, of course, simply pushed a button on the remote control as Eros got his face close to the lens.

Giggling a bit I winked into the lens. "I command you to start," I giggled again and licked my lips in anticipation.

"Now let it see your cock," I giggled, "That's enough to get anything going."

I giggled more and took a step back so more of me was on display. I was still sporting a stiffy and giggled as I held it in my hand near the lens.

"That's enough," I sniggered, "You don't want to turn it on too much and we certainly don't want spunk on the lens."

I sniggered as well and backed up from the camera again, reluctantly letting go of my cock.

"Now, may I suggest that you come and sit here," I said, patting the sofa beside me," And we finish our smokes and drinks. And while we do that, may I further suggest that I play with your boy bits and boy tits?" I wanted some sex and I was damn sure Eros did as well, but we couldn't get into the serious stuff too quickly.

I giggled and came over pretending to be all embarrassed. I had my hands over my cock and sat down as if scared of Rob.

"Are you a bad man who likes to touch up boys?" I asked in mock innocence, unable to suppress a giggle.

"I am the sort of man who likes to teach an innocent boy that his little cock has special uses," I guessed Eros had forgotten he was Eros for a moment and reverted to pure Dylan, playing for the camera, "And to teach him something that very few boys know; that his tits are connected to his cock, and that having his tits played with makes his cock go very hard."

How I kept a straight face I have no idea.

I giggled a bit and realised 'touching up' wasn't something a boy back then would say.

"My father says I am old enough to have a man for a lover," I took my hands off my cock letting my stiffy ping out.

"I can see that your father knows what he is talking about," I stared at once again Eros's hard cock, "But what does Eros say? Does he know what his cock is for? Has he, perhaps used his cock with another boy or a slave?"

"I use it on my slaveboy everyday," I giggled as I spread my legs wide so everything was on display. "Most days I use it on him two or three times, he's called Ethanos and I like putting up his hole and in his mouth."

I giggled a bit more and ran a hand through my still curly hair.

"Then you are a proper boy," I complimented him, "A proper boy should use both places on his slave as often as he can. If he doesn't there is a great danger he might use his hand on his own cock and that must be avoided if at all possible. A boy should use the mouth and hole of a slave and at other times he should give his cock to a man who he has chosen as his lover. Boys who do that are the boys I like."

I pretended to look embarrassed. "Sometimes I do make my cock spurt into my hand," I made it sound like I was doing something I knew to be wrong. "Please don't tell my father, he will tell my tutor to give me more of these if he finds out!"

I got off the sofa and showed my striped bum to the camera.

"Your father is too kind to you, or your tutor too generous. I count only four stripes. Was that enough to teach you the lesson?" I took a deep drag on my joint, restrained a few giggles, and went on, "Though the stripes do make your bum look most attractive."

I pretended to be desperate. "Please Pericles, don't tell him. My tutor will cane me until I can't sit down ever again!"

I got down on my knees as if begging him, though I was finding it hard not to roll around laughing. "Please I will do anything, you can punish me yourself if you want!"

"Indeed," I tried to sound stern, "Should I agree to take you as a boy for my bed, I will find need and cause to punish you. Though do not expect to have only four stripes to show if that happens." The thought of him letting me cane him again sometime had my cock well on the rise. "A boy needs punishment from time to time so that he knows he is still a boy."

I nodded my head, trying to look glum. "I know Pericles, I've been a bad boy and deserve to have my behind whipped." I got up off my knees and bent over in front of him so I was touching my toes. Looking back through my legs I gave Rob a smirk and blew him a kiss.

"You do, Eros, but I have other things in mind for your bum today, and I do not wish to lay my stripes over those delicate marks left by your tutor. Instead I think that you should learn your position in a different way."

I finished my joint and took a rope out from my toy box, making a loose noose on it and slipping it over Eros' head. "That you will wear if you wish me for a lover," I told him, "If you do not wish that then you may remove it."

I moaned as Rob ran a hand over the stripes on my bum. It hurt when he touched them but the pain somehow made me feel sexy.

I watched in fascination as Rob slowly made a noose from a length of rope and hanging it loosely around my neck. I liked the feeling of the rope against my skin and after a moment gently pulled the slack from the noose so it was snug around my neck, before handing the loose end to Rob.

"I don't want to remove it Pericles," I smiled and ran a hand through my hair, enjoying the feeling and idea of being held on a leash.

"A boy who can endure punishment, a boy who likes to use his cock and have his body used, a boy who knows how to make himself look desirable for men, is a boy who will have many suitors, many men who will wish to have him for their beds. Is Eros a boy who will go from bed to bed seeking his pleasure, or a boy who will swear himself to me alone?"

I shook my head. "I only want to be on your bed Pericles, I don't want anyone else."

"But what," I teased him ,"Of the mouth and hole of your slaveboy Ethanos? Those you will surely still wish to use?"

"Of course!" I tried to sound surprised as if that should be obvious. "He is just a slaveboy so I will enjoy his holes whenever I want. That is why my father brought him for me. But no other man will touch me or have fun with mine."

"Of course he is just a slave, and a boy as well, so he does not count and I command you to use those holes as often as you may. I wonder, though," I was stoned enough to risk saying this and I hope my boy was well stoned as well, "If he is a pretty boy and his holes welcome cock as a slaveboy's holes should, would you not let me use him also for my pleasure?"

"Of course you can," I giggled a bit as I imagined Ethan being my slave. I would have had a lot of fun with him if he was!

"He is my slaveboy so anyone I chose can fuck him. Next time you come to my father's house I will make sure he is ready for you."

"A generous boy, as well as a boy who can make a man's cock stand untouched," I sniggered as we both looked at our hard cocks, "Perhaps it might amuse you if we were to use him both together, a cock in each of his holes at the same time?" I wanted to see just how far Dylan's dirty mind had taken him.

I giggled, "I would like that! Both his holes are fun to use so it would be funny to see both filled at the same time. He is sometimes disobedient but if he complains I will take my tutor's cane to him until he does what he is told." I quite liked the idea of caning Ethan and my cock twitched a bit.

Interesting, I thought, Dylan does have a really dirty mind, and the thought of watching him give Ethan the cane was a huge turn on. "That I would like to see," I said, "Slaves should be punished simply for the enjoyment of punishing them. Their screams are most delightful." I let him think on that before getting the Velcro cuffs from the tool box and fastening slender boy arms, outstretched to the bars by my sofa in the study, designed for the specific purpose of fastening boys to.

I didn't up a fight as Rob fastened he cuffs around my wrists and then attached them to the bars. The cuffs weren't tight but I knew I could not escape them, and let out a little moan as they were attached to the bar anchoring me in place.

"Why are you chaining me up Pericles? Are you going to sell me as a slave?"

He hadn't made any comment about punishing Ethanos, I noted, perhaps that was a step too far or perhaps he was still thinking about it. Possibly that, I thought as he'd mentioned slaves again.

"No Eros, that would be no hardship for you. Pretty boy as you are, and a lover of cock as you are, to sell you as a slave would be to give you a life of pleasure. I am going to punish your desirable body with my hands, my lips and my tongue."

The boy's exposed underarms looked delicious. They'd been smooth before, but after this morning's shaving, there shouldn't be the faintest hint of fuzz on my lips, and I just couldn't resist testing that, indulging myself in a long, slurpy lick and kiss. The aroma and taste of boy sweat only added to the pleasure.

I giggled as Rob said the life of a slaveboy would suit me. I guessed slaves back then weren't having too much fun but was happy to play along.

"Sometimes I thrash Ethanos just to make him cry," Rob was licking my body now, and I writhed and moaned as his tongue stimulated my shaved skin.

"That is good, Eros," I said when he talked about making his imaginary slave cry, "I have found that a slave boy is best to fuck when the tears pour from him." I ran my hands over Eros' thighs, knowing how erotic that would feel for him, his skin super-sensitive as it was now. "I like your smoothness, Eros," I said, "That also shows that a boy wishes to please his man."

"I made my slaveboy shave me all over this morning so I could please you Pericles," I moaned and purred in delight as Rob's hands stroked my thighs. My skin felt amazing now it was smooth and I was rock hard from his touch.

"I'm pleased that you did, and I advise you to have him do it frequently. You will find that your smoothness will even make fucking him a greater pleasure."

Time for some nipple, which meant it was time for a boy to writhe and wriggle while his nipples were subjected to the exquisite torture of tongue , lips and very gentle teeth. "No doubt you have your slave do this for you?" I asked, "And should you feel a need to do so to him, bite his nipples but gently lest you bite them off."

I let out a loud moan and then a cry of pleasure as Rob got to work on my nipples. I was soon wriggling and writhing, crying out for more and to be wanked.

"I won't bite his nipples off Pericles," I moaned and went still as Rob took a break, "I have too much fun with them to do that."

"All parts of a boy are there to be enjoyed, Eros, and many boys, when in bed with other boys, concern themselves only with cocks and holes. I am pleased that you are not such."

That was my introduction to myself to get going on his thighs, they were going to be unbelievably delicious shaved free of even the tiniest of hairs.

I wasn't disappointed, his legs were gorgeous and I licked and kissed every millimetre of them pushing them wide apart so I could get to as much of the inside thigh as possible,

"The legs of a boy, Eros," I said as though I was giving a lesson, "Are a source of great pleasure. Never neglect the legs of a boy."

"Yeah so good, so good" I was moaning and writhing like crazy as Rob licked and kissed my thighs. It felt amazing and I bucked my hips back and forth trying to hump thin air.

"I see, Ethos, your desire to use your cock is a danger to your pleasure. That cannot be permitted." I went back to the toybox again and took out cock ring and ball tie, and put them on him so no spunk could spurt no matter how hard he tried,

"Now for underneath," I said, hoisted up his legs, fastened his ankles to his wrists and went to work on the back of his thighs. Shaved and sensitive they were a delight.

I whimpered and writhed as Rob got my balls and cock through the small metal ring. It was a bit painful, something I quite enjoyed, but once it was on, it left my cock rock hard but somehow unable to jizz. There was s light discomfort to wearing it which only increased when Rob tied up my balls with a thin cord. I was wriggling and writhing the whole time, begging him to let them spurt, but he ignored me and pulled the chords tight so my balls were tied low down and separate in my sack.

"Please Pericles, I must cum!" I was desperate now, my ankles connected to my wrists and Rob's tongue driving me crazy but stimulating the backs of my thighs, a place I had never thought of as pleasurable before but which now has me moaning like crazy.

"Have you not learned from the philosophers, Eros, that there is a time and a place for everything? Now is not the time nor the place for your spunk to flow." His arse, with its four, vivid stripes, looked so desirable, and not wishing to deny myself the pleasure of satisfying my desire, I plunged in with my mouth, right between his parted cheeks. The rimming and tonguing I gave him would probably have made him cum half a dozen times if his balls hadn't been tied up, and by the time my mouth was tired he was one very desperate boy.

"Now now, please, now," I bounced up and down as Rob got his tongue in my hole. The feeling of it tickling then poking past my ring drove me wild and I whined in need and frustration.

"A time and a place," I said again, and to torment him some more, and to enjoy myself some more as well, I went back there and tongued him some more.

"No please!" I whined and cried tears of frustration but Rob didn't let up. His tongue went further into me, tickling my insides and I bounced up and down like crazy trying to get some release.

"You must learn to control yourself. If you cannot control yourself in bed, how can you hope to control yourself in battle? In bed you exist to give your lover pleasure, in battle your life depends on your lover who stands beside you, as his depends on yours. If you cannot control yourself when the shields clash then you are both dead."

I teased his hole a little more, and then untied his ankles and wrists. "One final test, Eros. Now you must show me how you use your slaveboy's hole." I lubed his cock for him and lubed my hole, before releasing his cock and balls. It would take a few minutes before his body realised that it could spunk at last, and he'd blast a pretty decent load into me, but, being thirteen and restrained and edged for so long, one spunking would not be enough. I was sure his cock would stay hard inside me and that he'd not be able to stop himself from going for a second ride.

I lay face down and parted my arse cheeks for him. "Show me your skills, Eros," I said and waited for him to push his cock in me.

I didn't need to be told twice. I was horny and excited and I quickly climbed on top of Rob putting my cock against his hole.

There wasn't much resistance as I pushed my cock forward and I almost fell on top of Rob as it slid all the way in. I steadied myself, pulling out a bit, realised I liked the experience and pushed back in and out more quickly.

"So good," I was still moaning in pleasure as I humped away, getting faster until I was going at it like a rabbit.

It was everything I had hoped for, everything I had dreamed about. I find being fucked by a teen is just the most wonderful experience, the weight of a young body on me, pressing his cock in as deep as it will go. And then, when he gets going, there is no attempt at sophistication, no thought of making it last, not a hint of a thought about what it's like for me. It's all about his cock and the fuck he's having.

It was like that, and more. Whether it was Eros or Dylan fucking me made no difference, it was a thirteen year old boy, the youngest boy I had ever had inside me, and that alone doubled the erotic nature of this fuck.

My hole is used to cock, boy cock, though it hadn't been treated to one for quite some time, but Eros/Dylan was only thirteen and he had a normal, thirteen year old cock. It went in with only the merest hint of resistance from my hole, and once in, he pounded away with all the energy he had. This first effort wasn't going to last for long; once his body realised it could spunk again, he'd squirt inside me, but before that happened, and, I hoped, afterwards as well if I could keep him in me and get him to go again, he was all cock. Cock was all he consisted of now, his whole body was his cock and he wanted to get everything inside me.

I was panting and gasping as I humped Rob's bum. I didn't think about how fast or hard I was doing it, only that I wanted my cock to spurt and my balls to empty.

And that didn't take long. After one particularly hard thrust I get my balls tighten and suddenly my cock exploded. It seemed to go on forever, pumping out more cum than I had ever produced and by the end I was sweaty and heaving from all the excitement.

I had expected my cock to go all soft but when I tried to pull it out I realised it wasn't totally floppy. Instead it was kind of half stiff and as I pulled back it started to harden up. That excited me, I was still horny and soon I was back to humping Rob, though a bit slower this time.

This wasn't that unusual for me. Often after having a wank I would have another straight away, though my humping was a bit slower this time.

I whimpered and moaned through the first fuck, silly things like "Fuck me,", "Shag me," and "Get it in deeper, use my hole." He couldn't go in any deeper, his shaved groin was slapping against my arse with every energetic thrust he took; and his young cock in me, the small weight of his slender young body on me was sheer bliss.

He yelled with delight when he spunked, though I don't suppose he heard himself yell, and then, after a moment's pause, he started again.

That was what I'd hoped for and I moaned with joy when he started to fuck me again, slower this time, more in control, allowing himself to really enjoy the indescribable sensations he got from fucking my arse.

I'd hoped I would be his first fuck, but if he had got at Ethan's hole, as he had boasted as the Greek boy, Eros, I didn't care. I'd forgive him. I'd forgive him anything just for the sheer bliss of having him fuck me.

The second time didn't last anywhere near as long as the first. Somehow I had expected it to go on for ages but I was too excited and kept humping away and suddenly my cock twitched and squirted again.

It was a smaller load this time, though I still cried out as my cock spurted, and I kept humping slowly for a bit afterwards wanting to get everything out and maybe do it again. My cock had different ideas though. It got a bit sore and even though I kept humping it slowly softened until it flopped out of Rob's bum.

"Did I do it right?" I wasn't sure if that was how you had sex with a man, and was nervous Rob would think I was rubbish at it.

"Oh yes!" I breathed as Dylan's now spent cock slipped out of me, "You definitely did it right!"

Not the most skillful fucking I'd ever had, but who expects a thirteen year old boy to be skillful? And I didn't need him to be skillful, just enthusiastic and he had certainly been that!

I relished his slender weight on me for a few moments and then wriggled over, still underneath him, so we lay face to face, my arms round his wonderful slenderness.

"You think you're going to get away with only getting your cock in me once, then you are very much mistaken." I whispered in his ear, "That has just got to happen again and again."

I emphasised that by getting my tongue in his mouth, and, tired as he was by his exertions, Dylan managed to respond. No doubt at all that Dylan loved snogging!

I giggled and snuggled into Rob's chest. I liked it when he held me like this, I felt all safe and warm wrapped up in his arms and nuzzled him affectionately.

The nuzzling turned into a snog and I moaned as he tongued me, his hands running over my body, feeling my legs and squeezing my bum cheeks. He whispered that I was sexy, and special and I whispered back that I loved him and called him dad, something he seemed to like as the touch of his hands got firmer. He rolled me over, pulling me into his chest, and I moaned in pleasure letting him do whatever he wanted.

I could feel his cock underneath me, it was hard, not dripping and ready to cum, but definitely excited and I wondered how it would ever get inside me.

"Was that your first, my love?" I asked him between snogs, but not pausing in my stroking of his smooth thighs and lovely, tight bum cheeks, "And if it was, I hope it lived up to all those times you've dreamed about doing it while you were wanking."

I nodded my head shyly, embarrassed to admit it had been my first time. "Loved it," I moaned a little as Rob squeezed my left bum cheek. The touch made the stripe from the caning hurt but that just made me excited. It reminded me that I was Rob's boy and I giggled as he squeezed the right cheek as well.

I kissed him on the forehead and nose when he told me I was his first. I had so wanted to be his first. Ethan had popped his cherry but I really wanted mine to be the first hole his cock got into; he could fuck Ethan as much as he wanted now, it didn't matter anymore. In fact, the more he fucked his teenage boyfriend the sexier he'd be in my mind. Boys should fuck boys, even when they have a daddy who loves them.

I knew his bum would still be stinging from the caning it had been treated to, but if I had got my boy right, that pain would now be simply sexy, make him want more and more and, thinking that, I didn't even try to resist the urge to trace my finger down his crack and hint that I wanted to get inside and tease his hole.

"My lovely, beautiful, sexy boy's not a virgin anymore," I grinned at him, "Fucked by his thirteen year old boy friend and had his cock deep inside his daddy. Virginity a thing of the past." I squeezed him tight with one hand and fingered the inside of his crack with the other.

I moaned as Rob's finger slid inside me. I loved the feeling of my bum hole getting bigger and buried my head in Rob's chest as he stimulated my insides.

"More more," I was panting a bit and moaning, my eyes screwed closed.

"Unless I'm mistaken" I whispered as Dylan moaned, "I suspect that the boy on top of me wants to be fucked. "And if I'm not mistaken, then who is he? Eros or Dylan?"

"I'm Dylan," I moaned, my eyes still closed. I did indeed want to be fucked, I was scared by the idea but knew I wanted it.

I pushed him up and away just a little so I could look into his face, "This boy looks like a young Athenian boy to me," I teased, "I think he must be Eros, Do you think it would be a good idea if Eros got fucked, and then, if he finds he likes it, he can tell Dylan and later, tonight, in bed, Dylan can get fucked as well?"

I giggled, remembering what Rob had said about being Eros for the whole weekend. In my excitement I had forgotten.

"Yes my name is Eros," I told him a more serious voice which I thought people back then might have used. "And who is going to be fucking me?" Saying fucking me made me realise what was about to happen, and I gulped and tried to not look worried.

"Who else but the man he has selected as his lover?" I asked, "Pericles, the warrior who will look after him and protect him from all harm. Later, if Eros is happy with the idea, a young boy named Dylan could be fucked by his daddy." I thought that I was being clever - if Dylan found that man cock in him was just not what he wanted then he could pretend to himself that it had never happened, it was a Greek boy who had been fucked, not Twenty First Century Dylan; and if he did find he needed it, then he could give himself up to me knowing exactly what he was doing.

I giggled, chewing my lip a bit nervously. I wasn't sure what being fucked by Rob would feel like and was nervous. Ethan fucking me hadn't really hurt, but Rob's cock looked massive in comparison.

I snuggled into Rob's chest letting him run his hands over me and move my body into whatever position he wanted.

I cuddled him closely, felt the wonderful warmth of his young skin and eased a finger into his crack to make sure he knew what was going to come next. I knew he was nervous, that his mind had registered the difference in size of my cock to the thirteen year old prick Ethan had put in him, but, nervous or not, he was going to be fucked.

I lubed him with the special 'cherry popping' lube, mildly anaesthetic, not enough to take away all sensation but sufficient to dull the shock of entry, he'd have me inside him before his brain registered what was happening.

I put him in a doggy position, kneeling on the sofa with his hands holding the back, his hole where I could enter him without having to kneel. Hands on his slender hips I lined up my cock with his hole and eased gently forward.

His hole resisted, not because it hurt but simply because it hadn't been trained to be an entry point yet, but I ignored the resistance and pushed in past his first line of defence.

I was a mixture of conflicting emotions and thoughts as my cock shoved his initial resistance aside and began to stretch his hole. I was in love with the boy my cock was beginning to enter, but I was in lust as well. It's not my habit to take a boy without his complete consent; in many, many cases I'd settled for cock alone, but not this time.

Perhaps it was because he was only thirteen, younger than the boys I usually bedded, and his very youthfulness excited me beyond restraint. I'd never fucked a boy his age before and there was no way I could pretend the prospect was anything other than horny and hot beyond words. And it wasn't just him - I knew for sure that I'd fuck his thirteen year old boyfriend, Ethan, without a second thought, and while that was something I wasn't proud about, I knew it was true. Perhaps boys of thirteen were really my thing?

There was more to it than that, though. Getting my cock into this boy, fucking him deep and hard, would make him completely and utterly mine. He was mine already really, but I needed to be inside him to prove it. Insecurity, perhaps? Is a perv every really sure that the boy he's enjoying is really his? Or is the boy just as much in need of cock as the perv is in need of boy?

A lot of thoughts to flash through the mind in the instant cock begins to enter boy hole, but flash they did even as the early stretching forced a gasp from the boy, a gasp that would have been a yell of pain without the mild anaesthetic of the lube I was using.

I put my head down and buried my head in the sofa. Rob's cock felt huge and he was fucking me quite hard, making me moan and yelp with each thrust.
Part of me wanted it to stop, for him to be more gentle, but another part liked the feeling of his thighs slapping hard against my bum as he thrust in and out of me. "Yeah more," I heard myself cry, my eyes screwed closed.

 

Resistance ended and I was in; not the most gentle and considerate entry I have ever made, but the boy under me wanted to be treated like a boy, not a girl. In his mind he was tough and brave and he didn't want to be fucked as though he was a limp-wristed wimp. The soft, slow, gentle, loving fucks could come later, later when he was Dylan again, but now he was Eros, Athenian warrior boy hero, and that was how I treated him and how my cock treated the inside of him.

I fucked him firmly, not brutally but still firmly so he was in no doubt that he was being fucked and that his body belonged to the man who was fucking him.

And there was no doubt that he wanted to be owned; once the initial shock of being filled with cock had passed, he moaned and begged for more and I gave him more, I gave it to him until my cock spurted inside him and filled him to the brim.

I gasped and then let out a loud cry as Rob's cock twitched and then spurted deep inside me. It seemed to go on spewing cum forever and by the time it finishes my insides felt warm and full.

Rob continued thrusting in and out of me for a about a minute after he came, getting slower as his cock got gradually smaller until at last he pulled it out with an audible pop noise. I felt cum run out of my bum hole and groaned, my head still pressed into the sofa. My own cock had spurted during the fucking and I hoped he wouldn't be angry that I had jizzed on his sofa.

Eventually I turned round and let him take me into his arms. I was too tired to talk and let him hold my sweaty body against his own, him running his hands over me while he whispered what a good boy I was in my ear and me moaning softly as a bit more cum escaped my bum hole.

 

A very tiring day for a thirteen year old boy and it wasn't long before he was asleep.

Carefully I disentangled his body from mine and, having nothing better to do while he recovered, I emailed all the still photo's I'd taken to Dave. I was sure he'd love to see how the stuff he'd made for me had worked out, and I didn't doubt that he's quite like a look at my boy as well.

About five minutes later he sent me a text simply saying "Lucky you," and asking for four more pics, of Dylan as the resting boy warrior just like the little statuette I had on the kitchen table.

When I woke up it took me a few minutes to work out where I was. I had been curled up on Rob's sofa, and as I sat up rubbing my eyes I looked around blearily for him. My head was heavy and somehow sleeping had made me feel groggy, "Dad?" I called out sleepily, not wanting anything but wondering where Rob was.

"Woken up have we?" I grinned at the now somewhat dishevelled boy, if a naked boy can actually be dishevelled. "Tea, coffee, brandy, weed? What do you need to return to the land of the living?"

I yawned sleepily and shook my head to try and it clear the fuzzy feeling.

"Coke please dad," I rubbed my eyes sleepily following Rob into his kitchen. We were both naked and I realised I was waddling a bit due to my sore bum hole, a sensation that made me blush and give out a little giggle.

Rob poured me a glass of coke and I drunk it quickly, thirsty after my sleep, and gave a loud burp due to the gas.

"One thing more Eros can do for me," I smiled at my now completely deflowered boy, "Dave's asked me for some more pics. He wants to see you as the resting warrior boy," I pointed to the statuette on the table, "Don't know why but he does. And he was very specific about the shots he wants. You feel up to it?"

I giggled and nodded my head, I was enjoying posing for the pictures. It was fun to dress up in the armour but also cool to feel like a model, I knew Rob and his mate found the pictures of me sexy and that excited me.

"Yeah cool," I started getting dressed in the armour again, Rob helping me to get it on. "Like this?" I tried to imitate the pose the statue was striking, doing my best to look serious and thoughtful.

"Can you take some more of me afterwards as well?" I turned a bit so Rob could get another shot.

"Those are great," I smiled at him, "Now let's do the ones Dave want. The resting warrior boy is only wearing his greaves and his helmet, pushed back on his head so his face shows."

I watched as the breastplate came off, and though I'd seen it lots now, I found his young chest so delightful and sexy to look at.

Naked now apart from greaves and helmet, shield held loosely, spear butt on the floor and the shaft resting against his shoulder, I arranged him as a copy of the statuette and then took the four shots, front, back and each side, that Dave had asked for. I hadn't a clue why he wanted them, but after all he'd done to make this weekend work, I wasn't going to argue.

"Done," I announced, "Now how else would you like me to photograph you?"

"Can you do some of me asleep in the armour?" Rob had told me that sometimes the warriors would have to be ready for battle at any time and I liked that idea.

Rob fetched a faux fur throw and I arranged it on the floor, then put the shield at one end for a pillow. I lay the spear and helmet next to me as if I was ready to fight as soon as I woke up and then lay down on it pretending to be asleep, my eyes closed and my mouth slightly open.

He looked sweet as a sleeping boy warrior, and even dressed as he was now in his kilt and armour didn't stop the wicked thought creeping into my mind that, three thousand years ago, his lover would have had a sleepless night making sure no other randy Athenian had a chance of slipping his personal sword in where men like to put those things in boys.

"Don't sleep too deeply," I grinned, "You may not notice when you're getting shagged if you do. Wouldn't want to miss out, would you?" I sniggered.

I tried to keep up the pretence of sleeping but couldn't help giggling.

"Can you do a few more?" I asked Rob as I got up off the floor.

"You pose and I'll snap," I agreed, "And then I spose I'd better feed you again. You're probably famished after all you've been through."

Another, very wicked, thought was growing in my mind about what to do next.

I'd pushed him, as Eros, to explore the 'man' side of his nature, now I had a fancy to see if I could bring the other side out of Dylan.

I giggled and posed for a few with sword, raising it high and pretending to stab it as Rob snapped away. I was enjoying being the centre of attention and struck a series of poses as if I was fighting.

"Can we do some more later?" I had a very specific idea I wanted captured on film but knew I would need Rob's help.

"Sure," I agreed, "Anything special in mind?" I wanted to develop the thought I had, and it had to be tonight, tomorrow wouldn't give enough time.

"And what you prefer? Chinese or pizza? I'm going to order a delivery cos I can't be arsed to do any more cooking."

"Pizza's cool," I sat down as Rob phoned through the order.