Endangered Species Chapter 8
I was glad Dylan didn't want to shower; I liked him cummy, sticky and sweaty, I liked the scent of him. He snuggled in, sort of watching the film. It was a Dylan type film, a boys' adventure fantasy, but I got the idea that he wasn't giving it his full attention. Not surprising really - he'd had a pretty adventure filled afternoon of his own.
He was probably just a shade tired as well; he'd cum four or five times in the seven hours since I collected him outside that cinema, and if I knew anything about thirteen year old boys, he'd had a spunking or two before that.
There were two more such events now planned for him so he needed a bit of rest. And more food.
"Pie and chips?" I asked him and he dozily nodded, so I slipped out of our embrace and went to get that for him.
Peeling the spuds and chopping them into chips, and down a bit from the Dylan induced sexual high I'd been on, I wondered if I had let things go too far. In terms of cold, common sense, things had gone too far when I picked him up this morning, picked him up with every intention of cuddling and kissing him, wanking and sucking him at every possible opportunity, and, being brutally honest, taking him naked into my bed for the night.
I had not expected him to be so wildly enthusiastic though. Oh, yes, I knew he was well into kissing and cuddling, that he more than just put up with having my hand on his cock and he had no objections to having it in my mouth either, but I hadn't expected him to suck me and eat my spunk!
I hadn't expected him to ask me to spank him either, really spank him, use a cane on him, make him scream and cry. Nor had I dreamed he would want my finger up his arse, but he'd asked for that as well!
Trouble was, he was only just thirteen; should a boy of only just thirteen want those things? And even if he did, was it right to go that far with him?
The truth was, if he was just any boy, a boy I'd casually picked up, I'd have no hesitation about doing those things. Those things and more - I'd fuck him, get his legs in the air and bury my cock in his tight young hole. But he wasn't a casual pick up; he was Dylan, a boy who, no escaping the truth, a boy I was crazy about. How could I treat a boy like that as though he was simply casual fuckflesh?
Perhaps, I thought as the chips sizzled, he'd come down from his sexual buzz now, wouldn't want those things now, wouldn't ask for them. But what if he did? What would I do then?
The chips were cooking nicely, Cornish pasties heating in the oven: I sneaked out of the kitchen, up to my bedroom, popped down a blue pill, just in case I needed its effects later, picked up a tube of KY, just in case I might need it later, and sneaked back down to put Dylan's pasty and chips on a plate. Trouble was, I thought again, he was only just thirteen; should a boy of only just thirteen want those things? And even if he did, was it right to go that far with him?
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I yawned sleepily and shook my head. I was alone on the sofa and realised I must have dozed off. I wasn't sure how long I had been asleep and I rolled over, my head still fuzzy from the nap, and stretched my limbs. I felt a bit stiff, like I had run about a lot, and my bum still stung a bit from the spanking. I rubbed my face with my hands and felt a crusty mess on my chin and realised it was Rob's spunk.
That made me stop and think. I had been lost in such a haze of horniness I had gone further than I had really intended. When I had met Rob that morning I had wanted him to tie me up, cuddle me, maybe see me naked and touch my privates. Instead I was totally naked in his house, we had played all sorts of crazy games and I had sucked his cock and asked him to put stuff up my bum. I had enjoyed all those things at the time but now I was a bit worried. Should I have enjoyed them? Would Rob understand if I didn't want to do them again? How would I be his boyfriend with mum about? Would he get angry if I couldn't see him again?
The smell of the food wafting through the house made my stomach growl, and I rolled off the sofa and headed up to the kitchen, still rubbing sleep from my eyes and tying to tidy my mop of hair, which had gone a bit crazy during our games and my nap.
"Hey," I smiled at Rob shyly, coming up behind him.
"Hey, Sleepy," I beamed at him when he half-staggered into the kitchen, I put an arm round him and pulled him in for a cuddle, not an 'I want your cock' cuddle, just a nice friendly one, though it was more than an any old friendly one because it was Dylan I was cuddling.
I still had the tube of KY in my hand, and casually tossed in on the kitchen worktop, embarrassed that he may have seen it and known it for what it was.
I happily slipped into Rob's embrace and hugged him for several minutes. The feel of his arms around me dispelled most of the doubts I had been feeling and I moaned softly, feeling safe and secure pressed up against his body.
"That smells so good," I was hungry again after all the excitement.
Dylan didn't resist the cuddle, but for a few, brief seconds, he didn't respond either. Then he gave a low sigh and melted into me, hugging me close.
He said the food smelled good, after spending several minutes in my arms, his naked body pressed close to mine, but when he parted from me I could see there was something in his eyes and I had the feeling that there, in my arms, Dylan had been near to tears.
I cuffed my eyes hoping that Rob hadn't seen me tearing up. In the hug I realised I liked being with him because he was a man and we could do boy stuff together. My own dad was never around and I suddenly realised how much I missed being around an older man, having him hug me and tell me stories. Obviously you couldn't do what we had been doing with a dad, but part of me still liked Rob in that way. "What are we doing next?" The nap has reinvigorated me and I was keen to have more fun.
"Firstly," I grinned at him, "You are going to get outside that pasty and chips. You'll be needing this, I expect." I plonked a fresh container of ketchup by his plate. I hate the stuff myself, but, knowing Dylan was going to be with me for the weekend, I got one of those squeezy plastic bottles of it so he could make his chips palatable.
The aura of 'worried about something boy' was still around him, I had to get out of him whatever it was; he had to know he could tell me anything, no matter what it was.
I grinned and squirted ketchup all over the food. Mum was a doctor and thought it was too sugary so I wasn't allowed much at home, but Rob didn't seem to care and I tucked into the food.
"Do lots of boys like being tied up and being, like, touched?" I was a bit embarrassed to ask the question and felt a bit weird for liking this stuff so much.
"The official answer to that question," I said, keeping my face straight, "Is that such things are disgustingly perverted and any boy who has inclinations in that direction should be given immediate, intensive indoctrination into what is right and what is wrong."
A brief pause, and then I said, "A more truthful answer is that boys like adventure, they like doing dangerous things, they like the feeling of risk, even sometimes the feeling of pain. And they like sex as well. Above all they like doing things they're told they must not do, and they begin to suspect that the real reason they're told not to do them is because they might find they like them."
I giggled, knowing that I liked doing this stuff with Rob. "Yeah I guess going to some pedo's house is well dangerous," I grinned to show I was joking but as soon as the words were out regretted them. I didn't think of Rob as a dirty old man who was molesting me and wished I hadn't made the joke.
"Soz was joking," I mumbled, suddenly finding my plate of food fascinating.
"And that's one of the reasons why you came to this pedo's house, and why you're sitting in his kitchen, stark, bollock naked, and eating pasty and chips." I gave him a big wide smile, so he'd know I wasn't offended by the 'pedo' bit, and that I knew he was making a bit of a joke of things.
I grinned pleased I hadn't upset him and finished the meal. The food and nap had revived me and I was up for more fun. "What are we doing now then?" My voice was keen and excited.
Clearly whatever it was that had been bothering him had been shoved to the back of his mind and he was eager for more fun like a playful puppy. I may be needing that KY after all and it was a good job I'd popped a pill!
"You are going to put the dirties in the dishwasher," I told him, "While I try to think something up."
I groaned but tidied away the plates like I had been told. "What am I, your slave?" I asked with a grin, mum was always moaned in at me for not tidying up and l hated doing stuff like loading the dishwasher.
"Now that's not a bad idea at all," I smiled, "Greek boy Dylan captured in battle and getting sold as a slave, standing naked on the block while boy hungry men bid for him."
I laughed. "If I had been a soldier no way you'd have captured me. I'd have cut you up with my sword or speared you when you aren't looking." I grinned at Rob, the idea had excited me despite my protests. "Anyway even if you did get my sword off me I'd still kill you," I grinned again and launched myself at Rob, grabbing him round the waist to wrestle him.
Wrestling, even play wrestling in the kitchen wasn't the best of ideas, and having his naked body up against mine triggered off the pill.
"Think to take me by surprise in a cowardly way," I slipped into game mode, "I dare you to fight me like a man, in the open, sword against sword."
I grinned and broke the hold. "Yeah, if you're not too old and scared to fight grandad." I ran a hand through my hair and followed Rob out of the kitchen.
"I see you've already drawn your sword," I grinned nodding towards his bone, "But you'll need a shield." I picked up one of the cushions and tossed it to him.
I laughed and caught it, "Your sword might be bigger but mine is stronger." I was noting the game, laughing at the idea of my cock as a sword.
"Brave words, young pup," I sneered, "Words you will live to regret." The game needed rules, and I had an idea.
"Use the cushion to defend your bits," I told Dylan, "First one to get a hand on the other's cock is the winner. Okay?"
"Yeah ok," I was grinning widely at the thought of this game. Rob might be bigger and stronger than me but I reckoned I was faster so was determined to win. I circled Rob for a moment then darted forward trying to grab his cock before he could protect himself.
I realised straight away that this was not going to be an easy game to win. Dylan was fit, athletic, lithe and fast and I only just got my cushion down in time to stop him winning on the first lunge. It turned into a game of circling, feinted lunges and again Dylan almost won with a move I never expected. The little bugger tried to dart between my legs and damn near got away with it.
There was no way I was going to be able to get at his cock without drastic measures, so I circled him round till his back was against the sofa, feinted a grab for him with my right hand, and, as his cushion came down to protect his 'sword' I shoved my left hand, with the cushion in it, into his face so he fell back on the sofa. He was still trying to recover when I took hold of his cock.
I was sure I was going to win. Two times I got so close but Rob managed to get his 'shield' in the way just in time to frustrate me. He circled me again and I went to stop one of his slow lunges for my cock. It seemed so easy, he was slow, I was fast and I was...
The cushion came up out of nowhere and sent me sprawling on to the sofa. I twisted as I fell and landed on the cushions face down, and before I could get up Rob had hold of my cock. "I surrender, I surrender," I was laughing but annoyed that Rob had tricked me but was enjoying the game too much to be upset. Pretending that Rob had a real sword pointed at my back I lay still, breathing heavily after all the jumping around in the playfight.
"Now, you miserable worm, I will have you sold as a slave. Though I doubt that any man would pay good money for such a scrawny wretch as you." I hoped Dylan would play along, I could see some fun in things if he did.
I gave a little growl of pretend annoyance, "If you think you can make a member of the Theban sacred band a slave, you are a bigger fool than you look. First chance I get I'm going to cut your throat, old man." I gave him a pretend scowl, getting into my role as angry captured soldier boy.
"Save your energy, you will need it when the cane lands on your arse," I snarled at him, "Those who buy boys know how to tame them."
I gave another little growl and struggled in his grip. Face down as I was it was difficult but I thrashed around a bit and tried to give Rob a kick with one of my legs.
Dylan certainly wanted to carry on, and he wanted a bit of roughish handling to go with it! No problem. I pinioned his arms behind his back and gripped his wrists. Getting one had round both his wrists wasn't difficult, and with his arms held tightly behind his back he was fairly helpless.
"Shall I drag you to the block?"
I yelped as my wrists were pinned behind but carried on struggling. "I'll never be a slave!" I tried to sound defiant and carried on struggling, kicking my legs a bit as well. Of course there was no way I could break Rob's grip, but thrashing around was exciting and I was enjoying the game.
"Drag you it is, then," I pretend snarled again, and pulled the struggling boy to the end of the sofa where I had a solid pine chest. It was my 'toy' chest, and it was a simple matter to open the lid with my free hand, find a length of bondage rope and tie his wrists up properly.
With his hands securely tied behind him I looped another rope round his neck, carefully so there was no danger of him hurting himself, and led him across the room to a low, solid pine coffee table.
"On the block you get, slave," I pretend snarled again.
I struggled more as I felt a Rob loop rope around my wrists, not because I didn't want to be tied, but because I was lost in my own imagination. There I wasn't school boy Dylan, instead I was Ancient Greek warrior boy Dylan, captured and about to be sold in a slave market.
Rob did a good job of tying me and soon my wrists were securely bound behind my back. Next he looped a longer length of rope around my neck and, after giving it a little tug, led me across the room. I struggled a bit but knew I couldn't get free, and with the rope around my neck as a leash I had to follow where Rob wanted. I loved that feeling, imagining myself as a Greek warrior boy, captured by a terrible enemy and taken to be sold along with all the other booty.
Giving Rob another growl I stepped on to the 'auction block', "I'll get you for this!" I snarled, though my cock was bobbing out in front of me in excitement.
"Try telling that to your new owner and see how many strokes of the cane it earns you!" I gave a mock evil laugh.
Now for the fun bit, fun for me anyway. I was going to play two roles now in this game, the slave auctioneer and the man who was going to buy.
"Roll up, role up," I called as though to a waiting crowd, "All those who want a fresh boy, caught only today, roll up. Good, fresh young boy flesh, who wants good, fresh young boy flesh for their bed?"
I growled again, "I'm a warrior!" I protested at being sold as a boy who would be used in bed, though that idea of course excited me.
However, with my arms tied behind me and the rope looped around my neck I couldn't struggle without falling off the table. My cock was still sticking out at a right angle, something I couldn't hide with my hands tied behind me.
"A boy with spirit," the auctioneer said rubbing his hands together, Shylock style, "A spirit to match his cock. Is not this," I held Dylan's cock between finger and thumb, "The nicest, choicest morsel of cock any have ever seen? And are not his legs perfect for your pleasure? Legs long and smooth, made for a man's hands to stroke and caress. Who will start the bidding for this delightful flesh?"
I yelped as Rob, (or the slave trader as I thought of him), took hold of my cock and started explaining why people should buy me. In my mind we weren't in Rob's house, we were in a noisy market place thousands of years ago. I had been brought here along with all the other boys captured by our enemies, and a big crowd had gathered to look on and bid as we were sold.
In my mind I could see their faces, staring at my naked body and grinning, and my cock twitched a little.
"Ah, noble Boysuckalotolos," I said as the auctioneer, making up a ridiculously suitable Greek sounding name, "Is this not the most exquisite item you have set your eyes upon?
I struggled a little, not wanting to fall off the table, imagining a fat man approaching with a nasty smile on his face.
"Do not his legs make your hand long to stroke them, does not his cock make your mouth water with longing to taste it? All other boys are but as nothing to him."
"No you can't sell me to him!" I tried to sound scared that a nasty man might buy me.
"Imagine if you can, noble Boysuckalotolos, the exquisite pleasure you will have in beating the spirit out of him, hearing his screams and pleas for mercy"
"No you can't!" I sounded a bit scared now, imagining how I would feel if this was really happening. I suddenly realised that a slave back then would be treated whatever way his owner wanted, and I shuffled my feet, looking at the floor.
"Is that the great warrior Bumaboyolos, I see?" the auctioneer introduced a new character, "Have you need for a boy for your bed?"
I gulped, imagining a big strong warrior from the opposing army coming to look at me. He would love to have one of the famous boy soldiers from our city as his slave, and I tried to be brave and gave out a low snarl.
"I've heard of you Bumaboyolos," I tried to sound as serious as the name would allow, "You're a coward and as soon as I get the chance I'll kill you. I'm one of the Theban Sacred Band, and I'll never obey you!"
As Bumaboyolos I ignored Dylan, spoke instead to the auctioneer. "I have need of a boy, and one with spirit, but one with a cock also. The one you offer has one that can hardly be seen."
"It will grow, mighty Bumaboyolos, he is still young. Soon enough it will grow."
"And would you have me wait till he is old and hairy before he has a cock of worth?"
I gave another little growl. "I've heard your cock is tinier then my little finger!" I was getting into the idea of Rob being an enemy warrior and decided to insult him as much as possible.
"A boy of spirit indeed, and such boys are to be prized for the sport they give in bed. I fear, though, that my mighty cock would split him in two were I to use him as a boy has to be used."
I scowled, "your little cock couldn't split your trousers. Just admit it, you're scared to have a Theban boy like me in your house. I'd kill you in an instant of my hands were untied!"
"I will buy him, and I will bed him, I am told Theban boys make the best and most faithful of lovers. I shall see if that is true."
"No never!" I struggled in my bonds, shaking my head.
"Come," I said as Bumaboyolos, and went up to Dylan, "You are as brave as you are beautiful, and you are truly very beautiful." I undid the rope around his neck. "I would not have you as a slave, for I would not break your spirit, but as a boy you are worth much more than gold. Your beauty and your braveness have gripped my heart," I started untying his wrists; "Come with me to my bed or run through the city gates. The choice is yours, for you are free."
I had to let Dylan win, winning was so important to him and I thought this was a neat way of letting it happen.
I did wonder, though, if he realised that the words of the Greek warrior were also the words of Rob the perv.
I looked at Rob in surprise, I had expected him to carry on with the game and was a little taken aback by his words.
The rope around my wrists was untied and I stood there for a moment wondering what to do. I looked at Rob and saw his eyes wet and realised he hadn't been playing when he said the last part, that he really did think I was beautiful, and he wanted me to come to his bed.
I was scared by that idea, we had kisses and cuddled together on his sofa but going to a bedroom seemed to be taking things further. That scared me, but it also excited me, I wanted to find out what those things were, how they felt and whether I would enjoy them as much as I thought I would.
Biting my lip I looked across the room as if he gates to a city were really there. For a moment I was tempted, not to run away from Rob's house but to retreat from this next part of the game, and I stood still thinking. Then I made my decision and, slowly, picked up the length of rope from the floor and looped it back around my neck before giving Rob the free end.
"I'll stay with you as you were brave and strong enough to catch me. You don't need to tie my hands, I'll go with you willingly." A shy smile crossed my face, and I gave Rob a quick hug to show I was happy and trusted him.
"Then my faith in you was not misplaced," I said, "And you are indeed as brave as you are beautiful." I held Dylan tight for a bit then led him to the sofa. "Enjoy that game?" I asked.
"Yeah that was so cool, did people really buy and sell boys my age like that?" I snuggled up to Rob on the sofa, the rope still looped around my neck. I didn't try and get it off, in fact I quite liked the feeling and gave him a shy smile. "I thought you were going to cane me?" There was a hint of disappointment in my voice.
"I almost moved the game to that," I said, "Let the first guy buy you. Then I thought that part of things would be best left till another time, one when you don't have to go to school the day after and have PE. The marks could well hang around for a bit. Yes, they really did, boys your age and even younger. Anything a bit decent like you would finish up in his owner's bed except, sometimes, and this is really naughty so you mustn't tell anyone, a man would buy a boy like you to give to his young teenage son to practise with. Ordinary stuff was bought by brothels.
What did you think of the names I made up?"
I giggled, "They were well funny." I snuggled up close to Rob, laying in the crook of his arm with my head on his chest as we both lay out on the sofa. "Would you have bought me and bummed me?" I giggled, enjoying using the dirty words around an adult.
"Too right I would, yummy bit of boyflesh like you! I'd have had a boyfriend, naturally, but the convention was that you didn't bum your boyfriend, you had to make do with spunking between his thighs. I don't doubt for a moment that most people and their boyfriends went a bit further than that, though," I grinned, sharing dirty thoughts with him. "So you kept a boy slave or two for when you needed a fuck."
I giggled, liking the idea of being Rob's slave. "How come you weren't allowed to bum your boyfriend? I mean, why bother having a boyfriend then?" I gave Rob a smirk and snuggled up closer so my head was under his chin.
This was getting to somewhere I hoped and dreaded it would get. "It was a convention sort of thing. A bit like today, really; you can go out with a girl, snog her, feel her tits, maybe even finger her and you can get her to wank and suck you. But you're not supposed to shag her."
Dylan's hair was tickling my chin and I didn't mind a bit!
"But you would want to shag her eventually wouldn't you?" I was confused now, I thought the point of having a boyfriend or girlfriend was to have sex. "Why did men want the fittest boy if they weren't allowed to bum them?"
"I suppose you would, and, as I said, I don't for one moment doubt that the Greeks left their boyfriends' bums alone. I rather suspect the boys would have been looking for a different man if they didn't get bummed." Another grin and a squeeze that was supposed to say, 'it's okay, you're not going to get bummed' but it didn't say 'I don't want to bum you,'
"I think you've got some idea now of what can happen to a well fit boy, and those things are an awful lot of fun. Well, I think they are anyway."
I giggled again but softly, thinking about what Rob had said. I knew he wouldn't bum me if I didn't want him to, but I also guessed he wanted to do that stuff with me. He had touched me everywhere else, and I knew how he liked looking at my butt.
Giving him a shy smile I snuggled back into him. "You can touch my butt if you want, I don't mind." I spoke softly not looking at him, instead resting my head on his chest.
"There's something I'd rather like to do with your bum, and not just touching it, either," I whispered into his hair, hair I was stroking.
I giggled, but in a way which showed I was nervous. "You can bum me if you want," I mumbled shyly, embarrassed but excited to say the words.
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