Date: Thu, 22 Nov 2018 07:31:14 +0100 (CET)
From: Mad Mouse <mad.mouse@mailfence.com>
Subject: Mad for the Mouse: The Ursula Major

This story is 100% fiction, none of the characters are real or even
composites of anyone alive or dead. If you are under 18, you know that you
should not be reading this. Absolutely nothing in this story should be
considered as anything other than pure entertainment. I have no actual
basis of knowledge or experience for any of the adult-youth sexual
interactions except reading other stories here and recalling the fun I had
as a young boy with my young friends. You are about to read the first
chapter in what will be a multi-chapter story about the central character
Aaron along with a cross over to my other stories-lines featuring Walt
Furman (Mad for the Mouse and Dylan). I am pleased to present another story
in the Wonderful World of Mad Mouse. Fee free to Email me at
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The Ursula Major – By Mad Mouse (Mb, Wb, Disney)

Its 7:32 AM and another day dawns here at the gates of the happiest place
on earth. It's another day of being hungry, unhappy, alone and unwanted. My
name is Aaron, and I live at the Ursula Major Motel on Highway 192 in
Kissimmee Florida. Yes, I "live" in a motel and not in a house or an
apartment like most other 11 year old boys. My home is a tiny room with two
beds, a TV and a bathroom that I share with my mom. Actually "share" isn't
the right word, it is more that I am allowed to use my mother's room when
she wants me around.

I think that once upon a time, this was a happy place where families stayed
when they were visiting Walt Disney World, which is just down the
street. Now the motel pool is green and off limits; the former games room
is a place where scary men come to drink and play cards with the manager of
the Ursula Major, Sid. Most of the people who live here are poor or
sick. Not like a tummy ache sick, I mean sick in the head or sick from
taking drugs.

My life didn't start this way; I am actually from a small town in Canada
where I had a real home, a grandmother that adored me and life was fun. My
home town is Stratford, the same place Justin Bieber is from. Back then, I
lived with my mom and my grandma in a big house, with a big backyard. We
did not have a lot of money, but my grandma took good care of me while mom
worked at Tim Horton's. I went to school, had friends, a full tummy, toys
and clean clothes. I was happy. It was just mom, grandma and me until the
day almost two years ago when Kevin showed up and within hours of his
arrival, my world changed forever on my 10th birthday.

Technically Kevin was my father, who I have never met him before. My mom
said he was coming to meet me and celebrate my special day, but up to then
I have never got as much as a birthday card from him.  On this "special
day", when I finally came face to face with my dad, he looked at me,
scowled and said, "this little fag can't be my kid".  He then told me never
to call him dad, father, or anything except sir or Kevin. Mom yelled at him
and said that I was his son as she had not been with any other boys when
she was 14 and he was 22 when they accidentally created me.

I burst into tears and buried my head in the couch. Mom and Grandma freaked
out on him for being so mean and hurtful and all three they yelled at each
other until mom ran from the house and Kevin ran after her. He was
screaming at her that it was her fault that I looked like a sissy
boy. Grandma walked over to me, sat down and started to pat my back to calm
me.

"Don't worry about what Kevin says, he is a scumbag and doesn't deserve to
have a son like you. You are perfect, and I love you more than anything. I
will never let that man hurt you or your mother," grandma said as she
continued to pat my back.  I stopped crying, moved over the sit on
grandma's lap and hugged her tight. "I love you, grandma." I saw tears
streaming down her cheeks and worry in her eyes.

I don't know why Kevin called me a fag because I was too young to be gay or
straight. He just decided to label me by looking at me. I already hated him
for never being there and now ruining my 10th birthday. Sure, I was little
for my age, but I think I looked like a normal boy. I certainly felt like
just a regular kid. I liked girls and boys as friends and had no interest
in kissing or that other stuff. Even at 9, I knew very well what that
hateful word meant and the terrible way it is used on the playground. I was
devastated that my father had nothing better to say on our first meeting,
my birthday than to call me a fag. At that moment, Kevin was just an
unwelcome man that has come into my life and disrupted my family and NOT my
father. Sure, his sperm might have made me, but that is the only connection
we had or will ever have in the future. He is dead to me.

A few minutes later, mom came running back into the house in tears.  She
slammed and locked the door and yelled, "call 9-1-1, he is crazy." Kevin
arrived at the door and pounded on it demanding to be let in. Finally, he
forced his way into the home by breaking the flimsy door. Grandma was angry
and yelled at him that this was her house and she made the rules, he was
not welcome, and he had to leave now, or she would call the police. All
three of them fought and yelled at each other. Grandma was not taking any
crap from Kevin, but he eventually lost his temper and pushed grandma
yelling at her to "shut the fuck up" as she stumbled.

Grandma fell backwards, smashed her head on the fireplace as she
landed. She was screaming in pain and mom ran to her side to help. I looked
over at her and saw blood running from her nose and ears. Mom yelled at
Kevin to call the paramedics. Grandma suddenly became silent.  Mom was
freaking out, and Kevin got angry and started yelling at mom, "you are a
drama queen. She is alright. She just fell. A barely touched her."

A fire truck and an ambulance came a few minutes later and took her away to
the hospital. Mom went with her and left me with Kevin. As she was leaving,
she said, "Aaron, be a good boy, I am going to the hospital to stay with
Grandma.  Kevin, I need you to grow up and be a man and watch your son
while I go and help my mamma", and she left. It was just Kevin and me, and
I was crying and scared, Kevin kept yelling at me to shut up.

I couldn't stop crying. Getting fed sup, Keven grabbed me, looked me in the
eye and screamed: "shut the fuck up you little faggot". He stunk like beer,
and it was then I realized that he was drunk. I still couldn't stop crying,
so he flung me over his knee, pulled down my pajama pants and started to
spank me hard.  All the time yelling at me, "take this you little bitch"
and "this is what a cry baby faggot gets". His slaps on my bare bum were
stinging, and his yelling was scaring me even more.

I'd lost track of the number of spanks, but eventually, he was slowing and
stopped yelling. His slaps on my bum tuned into rubbing.  He went dead
silent and just kept rubbing his hand in circles over my bum muttering to
himself. The rubbing continued, and I calmed down and also became
silent. He tugged my pyjamas down more so they were gathered at my ankles
and pulled up my shirt and started rubbing my back, from my neck down to my
bum. He spread my legs with his hand and added the area between my legs to
the rubbing.

His hand lightly traced little circles down my back, over both bum cheeks
and between my legs and then back up again. I felt his penis get hard under
his pants as he thrusted up against my naked penis all while continuing to
rub me as I lay across his lap.

He did not say a word to me, but was breathing weird and loudly. He took
his free hand and put it down his pants, and I could feel it moving up and
down in his pants. He tilted my body up, exposed the front of his jean and
unsnapped the button and pulled down his fly. His hand continued rubbing
his hard penis, and he was moaning loudly. The rubbing got faster; his
moaning became louder. As scared as I was, he was making me feel really
good.

He fished his penis out of his underwear, and I felt it poking my little
dickie. I wanted to see what was happening, but the way I was draped over
his knee, I could only feel what he was doing, but it felt amazing, and for
a few minutes, I forgot what had just happened with grandma.

Kevin was calm, moaning and breathing hard when suddenly the phone rang and
brought us both back to reality. He stood and dumped me violently off his
lap, and I fell to the floor. He just glared at me like it was my fault. I
lay there with my little penis as hard a rock dazed and disoriented. He
pointed at it and said "you have a boner, what kind of queer are you? Pull
your pants up faggot!

Just as the phone stopped ringing, there was a knock on the door, and Kevin
went to answer. I was sitting there stunned with my PJ's around my ankles.
I heard some very loud voices at the door. The other voice was that of a
man, the two men. Kevin sounded angry, and then he suddenly ran through the
house towards the back door followed by two uniformed police officers
carrying guns. One officer tackled Kevin to the ground, and the other put
hand cuffs on him and had his knee on his back.

Just then, a lady officer came in calling my name. I was afraid to respond
and did not move. I looked down and noticed that my now soft little penis
was still on full display, but I had peed all over the place from being
scared.  I started to cry again, and the lady officer noticed me, kneeled
and spoke calmly, "Are you, Aaron"? I nodded my head and kept looking down
at my mess not wanting to make eye contact out of embarrassment.

"Aaron, your mom asked me to come and find you and bring you to the
hospital to be with her. Do you understand?" the kind officer said. I just
nodded yes.  I heard movement, and more loud voices, as one of the officers
was guiding Kevin past me to the front door. The other officer was speaking
to him saying, "I am arresting you for assault and manslaughter. You have
the right to retain and instruct counsel without delay. You also have the
right to free and immediate legal advice from duty counsel. Do you
understand?"  Kevin responded, "fuck you." I did not hear the rest of the
conversation.

When I heard the word manslaghter, I knew what was happening... my
grandmother was dead. I started to cry, and as Kevin passed me, he yelled
"Shut up you little homo, it's all your fault that you were even born. Your
mother should have gotten the abortion..." At which point, the police
officer that read him his rights punched Kevin in the gut, he buckled over,
and the two of them dragged him out of the house and out of my life.

The kind lady officer hugged me and whispered, "You are safe, and
everything is going to be all right.  Let's get you to your mother
sweetie." Another lady officer came in and sat down observing both of
us. The original officer continued to hug and comfort me as I cried, with
my penis on display and sitting in my pee. The other lady officer leaned
over and said, hi Aaron, I'm Judy. Let's get you cleaned up and to the
hospital to see your mom.

The other officer, gently pulled me away from her chest and looked in my
red and wet eyes and said, "Did your father hurt you or touch your
privates?"  I looked at her, not knowing what she meant.  "You are on the
floor with your pants down, and Mr Raymond had he pants open when he opened
the door. Did he do anything to you or did he make you touch him", she
asked?

I just nodded my head, too afraid to talk about it.

Officer Judy picked up her radio, and said, "Rick, I think we need to add
some more, he molested the boy as well."  We stood up, Judy helped me out
of my now soaking pajamas pants and shirt, wrapped her jacket around me as
asked, "Where is your room".

I showed the two police officers the way to my room. I sat on my bed and
just stared into space while they talked to me. I honestly do not know what
they were saying or what they wanted me to do. I became aware when I felt
one of the officers remove her jacket, fully exposing my naked body. "Can
you pick some clean clothes to change into Aaron", Judy said they both
stared at me sitting with my privates on display.

I hadn't yet moved to get clothes so Judy took my hand and said, "Elaine,
can you find some clothes while I take Aaron into the bathroom to clean him
up."  Judy smiled and winked at me and went to my dresser and started to
rummage through drawers as Elaine escorted me the washroom.

Once in the washroom Elaine grabbed a washcloth and soaked it in warm water
and handed it to me. "Can you wipe down the lower part of your body to
clean off the pee. Then we will get you dried and dressed."  I guess I did
not do the job justice as they both just laughed at my feeble job. Judy
grabbed the cloth from me said "let me help", and took over.

She was gentle but thorough as she started to wipe me with the warm cloth
from just above my belly button and working down where the pee had gone
when I had my accident earlier.  Even though I had recently watched an
arrest and heard the adults discussing the death of my grandmother, I was,
at the time, not realizing that my life had just changed forever.  I was in
a dreamlike state that later I would learn was shock. I just stood there
now keenly focused on the fact that I was naked, being wiped down by a lady
police officer while another stood there watching.

"Aaron, you being so brave right now. You are doing great. Soon our friends
will be finished with Kevin; then we can get you dressed and take you to
your mother. She wants to see you", said the other officer as she stood
there and watched Judy wipe my naked body.

"I have some questions for you as I help to clean you up buddy", Judy said.
She was wiping just above my penis now, and she rinsed out the cloth and
returned with it.  She skipped my penis and started at my feet and wiped
between each toe and moved up.

"Can you help us understand what Kevin did to you", Elaine said as she
flashed a wink and an odd smile at Judy who returned the smile as she
nodded to her partner.

Judy stood, looked at me and said, "Did Kevin touch here" as she put her
hand on my penis. I kind of jumped as I had not expected that she would
grab it with her hand.  I knew that she would get to it for cleaning with
the cloth, but she was holding it and was lightly twisting and moving it
around. "Did Kevin do this at all to your cute little penis? Elaine said as
she watched Judy's hand play with my penis.

As Judy did this, my penis was getting very hard and the feeling go through
my body was unlike anything I have ever felt before. I mumbled something,
and Judy said, "I am sorry buddy, I can't hear you. Did Kevin ever play
like this with your adorable little penis."  "A little. He poked my penis
with his penis, he spanked me and rubbed my bare bum" I responded through
the blissful feelings that were radiating through my body as Judy kept
playing with me.  Elaine approached me and started to rub my bum, "So Kevin
rubbed this delicious little bottom of yours, but did he put his fingers or
his penis in here", as she slipped a finger in my bum crack and started to
poke at my poop hole. "Eww, no. Gross! He just rubbed back and forth on my
naked butt and poked my penis with his while he played with himself."

Just then, Judy leaned over and put my hard penis in her mouth and start
bobbing up and down while she held and played with my testicles. I thought
I was going to fall over, the feeling exploded in me, and I started to pump
my penis in and out of her mouth and involuntarily moaned. I had no idea
what was happening or where these feelings were coming from. The other
officer was still poking at my bum hole, running her finger through my
crack and steadying me as Judy sucked my penis and played with my
balls. She said, with a big smile, a deep voice and a little laugh, "Did
Kevin even suck your little boy toy penis like Judy is right now?" All I
could do is shake my head while my eyes rolled back in my head.

I started to fell this strange tingly feeling and the need to push my
little penis as far in Judy's mouth as possible. Judy started to talk
weird, "that's it baby, push that big boy cock in my mouth as far as you
can. I pumped and panted as pressure started to build in my body that felt
like it wanted to explode out of my penis. Then I had this overwhelming
need to pee. I said, "Please stop, I am going to pee in your mouth. Judy,
with a mouth full of my little boy cock, said, "No you aren't baby, that is
the beginning of the best feeling in the world! Oh god, I hope you can
squirt cum."

Then suddenly it all ended with a call over the walkie-talkies that both of
the officers were wearing. Judy quickly stood, allowing my acing penis call
from her mouth. I took over stoking it while Judy listened to her radio,
"Unit 33, clearing the residence. Proceed to central lockup.  Unit 101, you
have command of the scene."  Officer Judy grabbed the mic from her should
and replied. "Copy that 3-3, 101 will clear the scene, deliver the minor to
the hospital and secure the premises. Over."

I was still jacking my penis trying to finish what Judy had started. "Aww
sweetie, you are going to have to stop that now we are out of time. Let's
get you dressed and moving you sexy little boy. You gave us some great
answers so we can fill out our reports and make sure Kevin never hurts you
again. You helped us." Judy Said. "Your interviewing skills sure are
effective, officer", Elaine said with a chuckle.

My penis was about to do something, but I have no idea what but I sure as
heck need to find out! As I pulled up my clean pants, the events of the day
came flooding back, and I remembered that my grandma was dead and I had no
idea what was going to happen next.

****

Next chapter: Aaron and his mother have to deal with their new life and
decide what to do next. Aaron is obsessed with trying to finish what Judy
had started as he realizes his penis is not just for peeing. The road
trip. There will be lots of sex, mostly Mb, but also some bb and Wb as
well. Sorry if you don't like Wb, but it is pretty much centred on
pleasuring Aaron and it is minimal.

Comments and ideas are appreciated.

If you like this story, check out my other offerings on Nifty.

Thanks for reading,

Mad Mouse