Date: Thu, 30 Mar 2023 12:17:25 +0200 From: trick Subject: Making the Grade (Revised) Making The Grade - By Wesley Crusher (wesley.crusher@gmail.com) Chapter 1 The big man towered over the cowering teenaged boy. "This is the third week running you've had a crap mark for your school work", bellowed the man, his face thunderous to look upon. At nearly 7 feet tall and 18 stone in weight, the towering hunk of male anger dwarfed the 16 year old lad who blinked up at his father with tearful frightened dark eyes. "I'm sorry Dad, I'll do better next time, I promise," whimpered the cowering boy. "You better do," his father roared or you're in big trouble!". "Yes Sir," whispered the frightened boy. "You better get on with your homework then, and you're grounded till next week and if your next weekly report is not good, then you'll wish you hadn't been born!" The lad fled to his bedroom. As Jack Sawyer watched his son disappear, he silently fumed. He couldn't understand his increasing irritation with Matt since his mother died four years ago. The last two years had been the worst. Maybe it was the fact that Matt looked too much like his mother. His mother was a stunningly attractive dark haired woman with a grace that made the average woman look clumsy. Matt shared his mother's good looks and smooth complexion. His full mouth broadened into a smile that would melt any girl's heart and yet it was healthily male in form and his inherited beauty was superbly crafted within a well sculpted male frame. His innate love of sports and swimming had encouraged the definition of his chest, arms, abdomen and legs and regularly attracted envious glances from both girls and boys. Jack was a dedicated weight trainer and had brought Matt up to do likewise. He often watched as his son went through his routines just before bedtime, providing words of stricture if he felt his son wasn't putting 100% into the effort. Whilst he knew he had every reason to be pleased with his son's progress, he still felt irritated with him. He was irritated that his son's nipples stood out so firm and full from his perspiring teen chest when he worked out. He was irritated that he had to wait until Matt wasn't looking at him before he could exercise his father's right to run his eyes over his son's near naked body to check that his work with the weights was having the right effect. He was irritated that Matt wore just a jockstrap instead of boxer shorts when working out and finally, he was irritated that he had to carefully time his glances at his son's bulging jockstrap pouch. Yes, he had every reason to be generally irritated with his handsome teenage son and his continued failure to get good marks on his course work gave him the excuse to flip. Deep down, he loved his son very much and just could not understand his feeling of irritation with Matt. ******************************************************** Matt deeply loved his father. He admired his Father's body, he worshipped the very ground his father walked on. He would do anything to make his father proud of him. That was why he worked so hard to develop his body. He knew his father was right to be angry with him. English Literature and Art was just not his thing. Now if it had been sports, then there would have been no problem; he was good at that and Coach Petersen had always thought highly of him. But then Coach Petersen had always been more like a buddy to him; like the time he offered to help him develop his weight lifting technique in the gym after school. He really liked the way the Coach always encouraged him to relax and be less formal when the rest of the class had gone. For example, the Coach always suggested that Matt shuck off his gym shorts and to work out with just his jockstrap on. Coach had always said it was healthier for a boy's body to be able to breathe without the constricting shorts. As it was just guys together, there wasn't a problem. Many were the times that the coach trusted him by asking him to stand over his head and spot him. Of course it meant the Coach had to put up with the young lad's bulging jockstrap pouch just above his eyes, nose and mouth but it didn't seem to bother the coach at all..... But the tutors of English Literature and Art; well, they were just so un-cool and old. Mr. Johnson who taught English must have been 60, if not older, and the Art teacher...well, he was just strange! Throughout the following days, Matt worked really hard. He tried to immerse himself in the wonders of Shakespeare and Dickens. Boy did he try...but the finer aspects of vicarious suffering and social commentary eluded him. ******************************************************** Mr. Johnson had lusted after young lads ever since he hit the middle age of 54. He needed desperately to feel young again and his perfect tonic was to drink in the sight of lovely young healthy boys and there was no more perfect an example as that young 16 year old Matt Sawyer. Phew! What a perfect present from heaven! Dark wavy hair, flashing eyes and broad shoulders crowned by a handsome face! Ye Gods! And that young tight arse in those jeans!!! What a tease! Don't even mention that heavenly male bulge between those firm legs! What a dream! Walt started to leak in his underpants even as he watched young Matt out of the corner of his eye. Over the last few days, Walt had noticed that Matt was frowning a lot more in his class as though there was something unclear or troubling him. Whilst the boy's work was truly awful, Walt wasn't worried about that; after all, he was compensated by the lovely vision of the lad - that was enough for him. Thank goodness it was Friday, thought Walt, as he handed out the weekly course work. Suddenly, the vision was in front of him as the rest of the class filed out with whoops of joy. "Please Mr. Johnson; was my work really that bad? I've really tried hard to improve." Walt's heart fluttered as he gazed into the big worried eyes of the lad. "Sorry Matt, but you still need to improve a heck of a lot." "But my Dad will kill me if he sees this mark." The boy's eyes started to water and his chest started to tremble. Walt's eyes were drawn to the neck of the lad where his shirt was open by three buttons, giving him a partial glimpse of the boy's smooth toned chest. It gave him an idea. "Don't worry Matt; I'm sure we can sort something out." Walt laid his wrinkly hand upon the boy's chest and felt the thumping heart as the lad strove not to burst into tears. He also felt the heat from the boy's body and felt a full firm nipple under his thumb. "Oh yes; I'm sure we can do something," said Walt, as he started to gently caress the boy's nipple. "Gee- thanks Mr. Johnson. That would be great. But how can I learn so much in time to improve my marks?" "Don't worry about that son. All you have to do is what I tell you; now that's not difficult is it?" "N-no, I guess not Mr. Johnson. Thanks," the boy sniffled. "Come with me then." Matt followed the English teacher into his office. His eyes widened as he took in the shelves of books on one side and the old antique chair behind a mahogany desk. He didn't notice Mr. Johnson quietly turn the lock of the door. Walt pulled the chair out and sat in it and guided Matt to stand in front of him. "First thing I want you to do is relax; you can't study when you're tense like this." "Yes Mr. Johnson." Matt drew in a big breath and let it out slowly as Walt laid both his hands on the boy's chest, going through the pretence of massaging him. "Oh yes, Matt- that's nice- just relax." Walt murmured as he continued to gently rub the boy's nipples through the shirt. Matt found his eyes closing as he started to enjoy the warmth of his teacher's hands on his chest, gently rubbing him. He didn't notice that slowly, the buttons of his shirt were being undone. Walt's heart pounded as he slowly unfastened the lad's shirt. A nicely defined pec came into view and Walt slid a hand across the firm smooth flesh. Matt opened his eyes and started to move backwards, away from the rubbing, feeling hand but found the desk prevented any further retreat. Walt looked up at the boy's alarmed eyes. "You have a choice, lad. Either you leave now and explain your results to your Father or, if you want a better mark, stay here and do as you're told." Walt enjoyed the confused anguish in the boy's eyes and relished the difficult decision that faced the lad. The boy's eyes told everything as his body leaned against the edge of the desk, his head hanging in shame. "That's better," said Walt as he finished unbuttoning the shirt and reaching up, pushed it off the lad's shoulders to let it hang down the back, exposing the good looking boy's chest completely. "You're a handsome lad," Walt crooned as his eyes fed upon the young stallion in front of him. He reached into his desk drawer and retrieved a bottle of baby oil. "I usually use this oil for my hands," said Walt. "But it's also good for massaging." Taking his time, he oiled up the chest of the boy, making it glisten and shine. "Oh yes," moaned Walt in appreciation as he looked at the young oiled Adonis. "...and now the massage." Walt continued massaging the lad's pecs, rubbing his thumbs slowly across and around the lad's full nipples. Matt shivered as the old man's thumbs and fingers kept poking and plucking his nipples. "Uuuunngh, ooooh, please, Sir, nooooooo, uunngh." The built lad was starting to breathe heavily as the man relentlessly rubbed and assaulted the boy's hard full nipples. The man kept up the assault of one of the nipples as he moved his other hand down to slide over and fondle the teenager's rippled abdomen. Then, moving down further, the old man's hand grasped and rubbed the big bulge in the lad's tight thin jeans. The boy threw his head back, arching his back as the needles of pleasure rushed through his body, causing him to thrust his large bulge further into the old man's clutching hand. "Ooooooh, unnnngh, no, sir...please don't, noooooo..." The boy's package completely filled the grasping man's hand. "Mmmmm, you're quite a grown up lad, aren't you Matt?" husked Walt, his own cock throbbing and leaking fully in his underpants. "Now, keep looking at me." Matt looked at his teacher, trying not to be distracted by the sexual torture that his left nipple was going through or the delicious feelings rushing from his massaged groin. "Uuunggghh", moaned Matt as he looked into his English teacher's eyes, his breathing starting to become a pant. Walt thrilled as he felt the hard teen cock and balls grow bigger under his gripping fingers. "Are you wearing briefs or a jockstrap, Matt?" "Ooooh...unngh...er...aaahhh, a j-jockstrap sir," moaned the teen, his oiled torso writhing with pleasure. "Mmmm, I love a boy in a jockstrap- it's so deliciously male," moaned Walt, his left hand starting to pinch and pull the lad's nipple whilst his other hand starting to really work the boy's full hard bulge. Walt looked into the panting boy's eyes and saw the familiar glazed look starting to form. "Tell me you like my feeling you up, Matt. Tell me how you want to feel my lips on your nipples and body. TELL ME!" "Please sir, noooo...uuunngh....ooooh,...aaaargh....." "Tell me now, boy, or you'll never see good marks!" Matt moaned his sexual yearnings and resigned himself to the inevitable. "Yes sir, I l...like it. Please sir, lick my nipples Sir, aaargh, unnngh..." "Thank you Matt, I will". The man got up and leaning forward, took the other nipple between his teeth and gently worried it, tugging and nipping it whilst continuing to pinch and pluck the other. He redoubled his grip on the boy's very prominent bulge, pummelling it and stroking it. He felt the 16 year old lad shudder and shake. "Aaaaarggghhhh, unnnnnnggghh.....noooooooo!" The teenager's body went taught with pleasure and then his groin thrust back and forwards in spasmodic motions as the lad climaxed. Walt continued to suck, nip and bite the lad's nipples; continued to massage and grope the fat thrusting jerking bulge. "Aaaaargh, no more, uuunggh, no, please s,sir....arrrgh..." Walt started to feel a damp area around the boy's groin where his cum had started to soak through the thin denim material. The man lifted his wet palm to the boy's face. "Lick your cock juice, boy." Matt licked obediently, keeping his eyes on the man. The boy's panting started to calm down as the man sat back in his chair. He reached forward and started to unbutton the lad's jeans. As each button was slowly unsnapped, a full white bulging jock pouch was revealed. The last couple of buttons were slippery with oozing boy sperm. Walt pulled back the flies and then told the boy to stand up away from the desk so he could ease the jeans down past the kid's firm thighs. What faced the man made his own cock start to leak like crazy. A beautiful, oiled boy stood before him, vulnerable with his heavy cock and balls inches away from him and only protected by a sodden flimsy rubber and cotton mesh. The man moved closer and inhaled the pungent and yet sweet oyster smell of fresh cum and young male equipment. He reached out and grasped the full wet jock pouch and started massaging it anew. The mesh of the pouch material rubbed agonizingly against the super-sensitive, bulging head of the boy's cock. "Aaaargh, noooooo, unnnngggh, please...aaaargh" moaned the squirming lad, his oiled torso and abs moving deliciously. "Stay where you are Matt," commanded the man as he continued to work the boy's heavy cock and balls through the pouch. After about 5 minutes of manipulation, the man could feel the bulge becoming bigger and harder again. "Oh, the wonders of youth," thought Walt as he reached further up between the teenager's finely muscled legs. The old man's middle finger wormed its way between the elastic straps of the kid's jockstrap, seeking and finding the sweaty quivering entrance to the boy's steamy interior. He slowly rubbed the lad's sweaty pulsing hole, teasing it's folds causing the boy to shudder and shiver in sensual pleasure. "oooooooh, sir, nooooooooo, unnngh" while at the same time continuing to work the kid's full firm pouch. "Now, let's see what you've got in there", said the man, as he started to slowly pull down the waistband of the soiled jockstrap. "Oh my God....", moaned the man as the lad's thick throbbing cock was was released from it's soiled stretched prison. Nearly seven thick inches of throbbing young meat slapped up against the boy's tight abs. It was shiny and coated with cum. The man reached out with trembling mottled hands that, almost reverently, held the thick tool and slowly slid them up and down the thick pulsating rod while the boy moaned his pleasure. Pulling the foreskin down further to fully expose the youngster's fat throbbing cockhead, Walt leaned forward slightly and swiped his tongue across it, causing the boy to quiver with lust. "Ooooohh..." The clear liquor oozing from the large, bubbling piss slit was like ambrosia to the man. Walt licked the inside of the pouch clean, smacking his lips as he savoured the funky, sweet fuck sauce. The man held the thick, stiff meat at its base with one hand whilst flat tonguing the solid stalk and fat, meaty head like a lollipop, moaning his lustful desires as he lapped at the pre-cum slime. He fondled the lad's full ball sac with his other hand, rolling the balls against each other, gently tugging. Matt was panting heavily again and his eyes were glazing over once more as he felt the delicious flames of incipient orgasm licking at the insides of his big churning balls. The boy felt the sweet tingling tension in his legs as his cock started to swell further in readiness to spurt another volley of thick sweet cream when the man suddenly squeezed his balls hard and clamped down on the root of his jerking fuckpole. "Not yet, boy!" "Aaaaaagh!!!", screamed the boy as the man aborted the bubbling cum that was about to spurt forth. With skilful hands, the man worked the boy back toward orgasm only to abort it at the last moment. This was repeated five times, leaving the lad a gurgling, crying lust driven animal. "Aaaargh, unnnngh, please let me cum, Sir, pleeeeaase, aaargh!" The lad's thick jerking pole of sizzling fuck meat was drooling with pre-cum fuck slime and man spit. The man could stand it no longer; he needed what boiled and bubbled in the boy's churning, roiling balls. Licking his middle finger, he resumed the massaging of the teen's boy hole. "Aaaaarggh, oooooooghh, unnngh," gurgled the lad as the man's bony finger worked his anus. Walt started to vacuum suck the boy in earnest, making the boy arch his back in pleasure. The lad's body started to quiver and shake and the man timed it to perfection. At the right moment, he thrust his thick wet finger deep into the boy's anus right up to the third knuckle, to rub and molest the teen's prostate gland. The boy threw his head back and screamed with lust and pleasure; his eyes rolling up into his head as his body convulsed, pushing his big cock deeply into the man's mouth. Fountains of creamy boy cum spurted forcefully down the gulping man's throat. Copious amounts of viscous white male juice squeezed out between the man's lips and the sliding, pumping teen meat to trickle down the man's chin and onto the floor. After the torrent subsided, the man continued to pump his finger slowly in and out of the boy's hot furnace for another long minute as the impaled teen sweated and writhed and moaned quietly. The lad slowly dressed as his teacher wordlessly wrote a note for his father. Finished, he showed it to Matt. "Dear Mr. Sawyer, A quick note to say, although Matt was not able to make the grade this week, he has worked very hard today. He came to me with a big issue but due to his co-operation and willingness to work with me, we managed to get it licked. I am confident that this time next week, I will be able to report that Matt is able to accommodate anything I put tohim."[X9fxHqZmHGnAaz8S0s0ilLmcdT34xW-KDKus2t6wcrvjgiVzLUgFCzrPai1F9iGCxT0O3tMFf p1z2nKtASmQZEOw_M_N7nqKYPt-f887bFNfaCvxafF3HTtNvW_hEZ9Ykh_DcN3StdJTLkGpuIz7IQ] "Thanks Kid", said the English Teacher, indicating that the lad could now leave. Chapter 2 Matt's mind was in a whirl. His mind kept flashing back to how the old teacher had massaged and stroked his most private of areas. How the man's bony, grasping sliding fingers worked his thick and throbbing young teen meat against his will. How he allowed the man to slide his hard bony finger up his tight hot hole forcing him to shoot his creamy teen boy juice deep into the old teacher's sucking drooling mouth. He told himself what a terrible sinner he was and that he should confess before God in order to cleanse his soul. And yet.........something deep in his arse itched and quivered as he replayed the event in his head. Every night since, the boy revisited the guilty scene whilst trying to deny what happened and how he felt. Every night the fit, sweating youngster had tossed and turned in bed, unable to sleep. And, every night he gave in and reached into his bulging sticky jockstrap pouch and grasped his thick throbbing teen meat and pleasured himself until his writhing sweating loins pumped thick rich boy sauce into the sodden pouch. This piled further guilt upon his feverish young mind because he had been brought up to know that feeling himself up was a mortal sin in the eyes of God. ******************************************************** Coach Peterson was in a good mood. He was having an enjoyable morning taking the weights class. Nothing gave him more pleasure than watching and coaching 13 to 16 year old boys on how to improve their young bodies by working them. His motto was, 'Work it good and it will work for you'. Watching young teenage boys as their lean and nicely muscled bodies sweated and strained against the weights intoxicated the Coach as he moved amidst the sweaty atmosphere of young male endeavor. He always made it a rule that boys should not wear anything but the tightest and skimpiest of shorts, barely large enough to cover their regulation jockstrap. No tops were allowed either. Peterson was a firm believer in letting a young male body breathe and move freely. "Please Coach, Sir, am I using this pec machine correctly?" Peterson smiled down at one of the boys as he looked up at the Coach with respectful trusting eyes. He took his time with the boy, teaching him how to sit correctly in the resistance machine, how to keep his lower stomach tight and how to align his upper chest in relation to the moving parts. By the time he had finished this, the boy had felt the Coach's big hands slowly slide over his butt, frequently feel up his chest and abs and brush repeatedly and firmly across the front of his groin. But he was the Coach and as he was a guy, naturally everything was fine and that there was nothing to be suspicious of at all. All the boys held a hero worship for the Coach. Yes, the Coach was in a good mood. His mind turned to Matt. Now there was a handsome boy, mused the man. He had been delighted when Matt had taken him up on his offer to provide after school coaching in the gym. Peterson loved the innocent readiness of the boy to follow direction and not a session went by when the Coach wasn't able to really feel up the lad on some pretence at guidance and tuition. In fact, Coach Peterson was enjoying the prospect of taking the swimming class in the next few days which would afford another fine view of healthy teenage boys in their swimming briefs and more specifically, Matt, in his tight lycra Speedos. He was particularly pleased with the way Matt had readily taken his advice on the choice of Speedos to wear. Very brief and pale blue in color. Naturally, Peterson had stressed the need for minimizing water resistance and maximizing body and limb freedom. The fact that the sheer nylon fabric and its semi-translucence presented an almost obscenely clear and detailed bulging outline of the boy's hefty cock and full ample balls was purely coincidental.... Coach was licking his lips absentmindedly, lost in his reverie until he was hailed by Walt, the English teacher coming toward him, a smile playing on his lips. "Hi Walt, you look like the cat who licked the cream." Peterson knew Walt for the boy-loving pedophile he was, but then.....in the old parlance, it took one to know one. "Actually, funny you should say that," winked the English teacher. As Walt quietly boasted about where he had obtained his cream, the teacher's smile got broader whilst Peterson's face got greener. His day was no longer a good day. ******************************************************** That evening, Jack Sawyer was relaxing in front of the TV. It was nice to switch off after the long day on the building site, sweating and lifting under the hot summer sun. Physically tired and mentally worried about Matt's progress at school, he tried to relax. Matt had already retired to bed and Jack reckoned after one more beer that he too, would hit the sack. [eHvZvMxwVerQsdcfIz-A6_RaAtX_inET3OiQITGadg4XaBlkNs1nbcQavs_33PoKgzsTBW9-tKlBRH PFJRqyGoyGisFkCowKIIbFp4Se8LM3J8VuqAWvGcjlkzcbGeKCr8cdE68amUHn7noRi_vqlA] He broke open a beer and lay on the couch, his mind inevitably migrating back to his son. Apart from the standard of school work, Jack was mightily proud of his fit good looking teenage son. His particular pleasure came from the way Matt readily embraced whatever his father suggested. That was how a son should be, Jack told himself. He remembered the last workout session he shared with Matt. Whilst the bench press session had been straightforward for the big man, the boy had struggled to maintain his reps. Jack remembered watching his son's straining body and how his young defined muscles in his smooth chest and abs rippled and bunched under the strain; how the sweat glistened and rolled down the lad's straining shining torso; how his son's trim and finely ripped abdomen disappeared under the thin waistband of the boy's worn jockstrap and how the boy's sweat had soaked into the teen's bulging jock pouch... At first, Jack had not been keen on Matt's use of the school's regulation jockstrap during his home workout sessions. He had much preferred his son to wear the pair of tight lycra shorts which he had bought Matt shortly after the boy's mother had passed away. But now, he had grown to like seeing Matt in a jockstrap. He liked the way the pouch lifted and supported and the way the strap framed the boy's tight smooth cheeks.... Jack gave a guilty start as he caught himself thinking about his son's body. Then he pushed it away. And why shouldn't a Father be able to look at his son's body? It was right and proper to take pride in how his boy had developed his body. Jack's big hand was unconsciously rubbing his well packed crotch as his mind lingered on his son. The big man started to breathe more heavily as he squeezed and worked his crotch through the denim work jeans. Giving in to his burgeoning lust and sexual need, he opened his flies and hauled out his thick half hard tool. It was indeed a substantial piece of meat. Already dripping and rapidly swelling to fullness, Jack spat on his hand and worked it around and under the huge cockhead. Touching 9" long and 3" thick, the man's throbbing, dripping log required both of Jack's meaty hands to work it properly.... A sudden thought occurred to Jack. Still working his massive fuck tool, he went into the bathroom where the laundry basket was. Jack picked up a pair of Matt's dirty socks. He bunched them in his fist and inhaled the sweaty intoxicating aroma that lay therein. The big man grunted into the socks as he worked his meat. And then, glancing down, he let out a moan as he noticed one of Matt's cast off jockstraps. With greedy lust, he reached for his son's dirty underwear... ******************************************************** Upstairs, Matt was sweating and turning - sleep was taunting him. Gathering him up in its embrace, only to step way like a teasing lover. The teenager had long kicked off the light cotton bed sheet and now lay on top of the mattress, wearing only his jock as his usual sleeping attire. As had become a recurring habit, the lad's guilty mind had revisited the scene with his English Teacher. Only this time, the teacher's face had been replaced by another. A face familiar and yet not so. Finally, sleep claimed the lad... ******************************************************** As Jack Sawyer was rubbing his son's jockstrap around his fat swollen knob-head, Coach Peterson was searching his attic prior to going to bed. He knew he had the article that he bought on his travels in the Middle East many years ago. It had been sold as an artifact of 'cultural significance' and dated back to when the mighty Pharaohs held dominion over the lands. Peterson knew it for what it was; a truly marvellous antique machine, the sole purpose of which was to give torture and pleasure; something truly representative of the depraved and horrific practices that were hidden behind the grandeur and magnificence of those times. It had cost him a great deal of money, but his use of it had brought him pleasure beyond measure, whilst giving some lads much, much pain...... As he searched through the clutter in the attic, he started to fume over what Walt, had told him. How could his wonderful Matt give himself to that ugly old man? The very image of Walt's crinkly old lips wrapped around Matt's firm thick teen cock was enough to make Peterson feel physically sick. But then, he mused, he WAS blackmailing the poor lad. That's something he would never do. Rather a lad wants to do it or not. No point in forcing the boy, unless of course.....it's for his own good. Sometimes one has to be cruel to be kind... The man gave a grunt of joy. He hauled out the contraption with both hands, and looked at it. It looked like a metal framework resembling a low seat though it had no actual seat. Closer inspection revealed two things. Just below the level where a seat would have been, was a 12", phallic object made of solid metal 3.5" thick. Around its circumference were ridges and indentations. Below the front edge of the seat were two claw-like grips fashioned out of ornately carved metal. The claws and phallic piece were connected by a complex mechanism of moving parts. Connected into this whole, was a foot pedal and a lever which, when operated together or separately, caused two things to happen: 1) The long thick phallic object would lift up above the seat level rotating as it did so. The extent of its extension above the level of the seat was dependent upon the controls. 2) The two claws at the front would move apart, backwards and downwards under the seat. Again, the extent to which the claws dragged back and down were dictated by the controls. At each side of the seat were catches to hold an unfortunate in place. The old Egyptian trader who sold the device explained its purpose. Peterson shuddered with a delicious frisson of lust as he remembered how the old trader told him that some depraved pharaohs would take their pleasure by using the contraption to impart unbearable pleasure at the same time as unimaginable pain whilst feeding from the cum being forced out of tortured balls. The man imagined the scene in the dark caverns of the Pharaoh's palace. In the flickering firelight from the sconces, a young slave boy strapped onto the device. He could easily have been fourteen or fifteen as at that age, they were deemed adults. He imagined the abject fear in the lad's eyes and the sweat of terror coating his muscular panting torso as the lever was about to be moved. The shrieking screams that must have bounced off those underground walls.... Peterson closed off the image and felt his cock swell under his sweats as he contemplated his next after school gym session with Matt. Time to really see if the boy can make the grade he thought with a lustful, malicious grin. ******************************************************** As Peterson set about oiling the contraption he had just recovered, Jack made his way to Matt's bedroom, his brain hot with lust. Pausing for a moment in front of the lad's door he surveyed the boy's many plaques and signs on the door; 'Keep Out', 'Invasion Free Zone', 'No Entry Without Permission' and 'Don't Touch'. In the grip of lust and need, Jack's lip curled slightly with a savage greed. He turned the door handle and slowly and quietly pushed the door open. Jack Sawyer, Father of Matt Sawyer, stepped over the threshold.... ******************************************************** Matt opened his eyes. He saw blackness. The first thing he realized was that his arms were tied together above his head and that his feet were somehow immobilized and slightly spread apart. He was alone in the darkness. It was warm and not a breath of air stirred. It was almost fetid. Someone moaned and breathed heavily and Matt knew he wasn't alone in the darkness. And then, a spotlight directly above him came on. He was lit up and still the boy could see nothing in the darkness beyond the pool of light he inhabited. He was wearing a tight white tank top which stopped 4 inches above his navel. He was hot and sweating. He wore extremely tight white underwear that were so brief and made of material so thin, it barely covered his thick, semi hard cock and full, heavy balls which were very clearly outlined by the damp sheer material. On his feet were white socks. He felt totally vulnerable. He was alone in the light. He knew he was being watched. He knew that the darkness contained need and craving. It held lust. Against his will, that very knowledge triggered that itch deep within his anus. His heavy teen cock pushed ponderously against the white thin material of his skimpy briefs. Another moan of need issued out from the darkness and then the sound of a zipper being pulled down. Something touched his butt with a feathery touch and then was gone. Matt tried to turn around but couldn't. Then, he felt a hand gently caressing the back of his knees. A lover's touch. "Don't touch me!" yelled Matt. His voice somehow muffled and absorbed by the stygian darkness. The boy tried to kick the teasing, clinging hand away only to find his feet locked in position leaving him immobilized, waiting for the next odious touch. Then, out of the darkness, at knee level, an old wart covered hand emerged and, hesitantly, almost nervously reached out and stroked the lad's left calf muscle. "Uugh!" shuddered the lad as he tried to shrink away from the creepy contact. Matt was beginning to pant out of fear, his wide eyes darting around, trying to identify the next source of torment. As this happened, two pairs of hands crept from behind him. The top pair slowly felt up his teen chest and pinched and twisted his nipples through the tank top material. "Aaargh, Noooo! Unngh," whined the youth as his full nipples and chest were pinched and twisted mercilessly. The lower pair stroked and gently felt up the growing length of the boy's tool trapped behind the bulging briefs. "Oh, God, please no! No, don't," moaned the boy as the fingers teased and played with his thick, weeping cock, straining against the restricting material. A damp spreading patch was on the front of his briefs as his young throbbing cock was unable to contain it's need.... The hands became insistent and rough, seemingly wanting to hurt and abuse and then, suddenly, the top pair grabbed hold of his tank top whilst the lower pair took hold of the waistband of his briefs. Together, both sets of hands pulled away in a shearing motion, ripping the tank top and underwear from the teen with loud ripping sounds that were ugly in the hot dark room. The lad's smooth muscled teen chest was exposed and his thick half hard cock and heavy balls swung heavily between his fit young sturdy legs. The light reflected easily off the sweat covered writhing torso of the young muscled teen. Beads of clear cock juice flicked off the lad's heavily swinging organ. Matt heard a collective sighing moan and the sound of hands sliding back and forth on cocks. [MrAjk-_X99zMthfDaqHi_ZC7QjUFf0_aUhwH434m1kg4Tj0Z3rAadK5aRKLqyhgDNWQ6i97wN7eRH9i 58pD770qpZ7Iz5-rw9bK9i8vSxJpkv0d7LZm_61oZs9LD3UGwQLR1R2R2RaFlV3jY4kqLYw] And then......., the assault began. Hands came out of the darkness to stroke his firm bubble buns, to twist and tweak his full nipples, to snake between his legs from behind and pull and squeeze his full ball sack. He felt hands pulling apart his cheeks and then the feeling of a strong thick wet tongue reaming his quivering teen hole. "Aaaaargh!!! Noooooo! God!! Please- Noooooo!!! Unnnnggghh!" The boy's tormented screams of pain and forbidden pleasure was sucked away by the darkness. Matt's thick 7" cock was fully engorged; a sweet clear oil oozed continuously from the bubbling piss slit as the many hands fought each other to grab and manipulate the lad's thick throbbing tool. The boy hated it, and yet wanted it. It was odious and yet rapturous. The hands were all over his body; all ages and colors. The lad writhed and twisted his young lean torso in an attempt to avoid the clinging, grasping reaches of the hands and yet was unable to avoid the torturing ecstasy of those probing fingers. Suddenly, the hands withdrew and the boy was alone again in the light, his body semi hanging from the strain, his chest heaving and panting with effort and restrained desire. The gentle ripples of young lad's toned muscles shone beautifully in the light. And then, a big hand emerged from the darkness at groin level with thick strong fingers ready to grasp and manipulate. Oh, so slowly did those fingers move toward their destination. Matt looked down in dread; his thick oozing teen cock jerking in dreadful anticipation. "No, please..," Matt shook his head wordlessly, dreading the big hand and yet strangely craving its attention. The fingers paused momentarily to collect the slow stream of viscous sweet pre-cum before lightly and almost delicately smearing it over the boy's throbbing cockhead and slowly spreading it along the length of the boy's jerking meat. "Ooooooh! Uurgggh," gurgled the teen, as the indescribably sweet sexual torment of his cock sent triggers to his churning balls to produce their sweet creamy payload. Although large, the hand was shockingly gentle, their caress was firm enough to give gasping pleasure to the boy and yet soft enough to let orgasm take it's time. "Please....," whimpered the lad- his sexual need for release building to an intolerable level. He tried to push his hips forward in an attempt to find ecstasy yet the hand always seemed to know and it would not be hurried. "Ooooooooh! Aaaaagh!!! Mmmmmm!!! God!!!! Please," moaned the kid. The big hand closed lightly around the youngster's engorged throbbing tool and oh soooo slowly, the fist moved back and forward along the kid's sizzling solid fuckmeat, allowing the oozing precum to exquisitely lubricate the way. "Uuuurrrrrghhhhhh....aaargghhhh....noooo....uuunnnghhh.....!" Matt's back arched in absolute pleasure, pushing his cock further into the slowly manipulating hand.... Then, sensing the time had come, the other hand snaked out of the darkness and held the base of the lad's dripping cock whilst the first hand concentrated on rubbing the moaning kid's plumb sized cock head faster and faster -rubbing the sticky pre-fuck oil that oozed out of the wide juicy piss slit into a white gluey paste. The lad started to moan in a continuously increasing pitch, huge prongs of unbearable pleasure stabbing down through his cock toward his large churning balls to collide somewhere deep in his anus. "AAAAAARRRGGH!......NOOOOOOOOO!," wailed the writhing, sweating teen. The gates within his balls opened and a flood of thick creamy ambrosia shot out of the lad's swollen cockhead in thick ropey strands. Again and again, volleys of thick sweet boy juice shot out and into the darkness. Loud guttural moans of lustful appreciation issued forth from the stygian blackness. The lad's sweating torso jerked back and forth as his big teen balls continued to shoot out their creamy load. Matt's cum coated the hands that continued to rub and manipulate his jerking cock and balls.... ******************************************************** Jack Sawyer emerged from his son's bedroom, his eyes bright with fervor and a new light. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and slowly licked his lips. The slippery taste that coated his tongue and insides of his mouth reminded him of the sweet and yet slightly salty porridge his Uncle used to feed him with as a boy.... He made his way to his bedroom, his hand now holding the boy's jockstrap which somehow found its way off the teen's body. He lay on his bed and held the pouch against his nose and inhaled deeply. It was still warm from Matt's body and the pouch held the gentle odor of a boy's piss and natural genital secretions. The big man worked his large fuck log as he licked and sniffed his son's jock, moaning and grunting with heavenly lust. On impulse, he pulled his son's jockstrap on. The pouch was unable to completely cover the big man's cock. The warmth of the pouch and it's impossible tightness almost made him cream there and then. He rubbed and squeezed his cockhead through the pouch material. The thought that his handsome son's meaty cock and balls had also just been in the pouch tipped him over the edge and with a huge shudder and animal growl he emptied his man balls into the jock. He waited till his shuddering body recovered and then he removed the jock and silently went back to Matt's room. He eased the dripping sodden underwear back onto his sleeping son.... He had started a journey that he meant to complete. Chapter 3 Pale, diffuse sunlight born of an unrisen sun, tentatively eased the darkness of the lad's bedroom. Gradually, detail within the room emerged. Cast off socks here; a worn trainer there. Posters of bodybuilders started to emerge from the walls. A couple of awards for physical excellence stood slightly askew on the dusty window shelf. It had been a fetid night and the closed windows had done nothing to alleviate the closeness and the sweaty sock smell; characteristic of all male teenagers' rooms. Lying on the bed, with only his lower legs covered by the single cotton sheet, was a 16 year old boy. The boy was almost naked and a light sheen of night sweat lay finely over his finely muscled torso and handsome young face. His full lips moved silently in attempts at communication within his dreamworld; his brow slightly furrowed. His head jerked occasionally as if in denial. Matt lay on his back, his legs slightly splayed and twitching as they disappeared under the light sheet. Muscles in his tight lean stomach and legs bunched now and then, evident of a need to move and yet firmly held fast by the hands of Morbius. The door handle turned slowly and silently; the bedroom door opened. A big man entered. Keeping as quiet as possible, the man closed the door silently behind him and, for a while, stood by the boy's bed looking down on the lad; his eyes slowly raking the full length of the young sleeping Adonis. He reached down tentatively, almost against his will, and touched the boy's right nipple; gently playing with it until it firmed up. Unable to resist, and with increasing confidence, the man reached over to the other nipple and rolled it gently between his thumb and forefinger, coaxing it to a firm erection. Matt's handsome boyish face furrowed as though struggling against an unknown assailant. The man smiled to himself. He suspected that the sleeping pill he dropped into his son's drink the previous night was still working it's magic; imprisoning him in the land of dreams. The teenager's breathing started to get heavier as the man continued to slowly manipulate the boy's full nipples, gently squeezing and rubbing them. The boy's body gently shuddered under the molestation and a soft continuous moan issued from the lad's parted lips. The youth's legs started to spread involuntarily. "Uuuunnngh..no....ungh." The teenager's nostrils started to flare as the father continued to play with his son's full erect nipples, and slide the palm of his hand across the boy's broad chest, relishing the warm sweaty firm feel of the teen's pecs. The man's eyes roamed over the boy's toned and slightly rippled six-pack and down to the lad's narrow waist and swaddled crotch, his mouth watering as he drank in the bulging stained jock pouch that was pregnant with promise. He moved his big calloused hand slowly down the boy's flank, revelling in the touch of the lad's firm muscular young flesh. Reaching downward, he gently grasped the full bulging length, thrilling to the feel of the swollen sausage of thick young meat that lay cocooned behind the damp and slightly sticky material. "Oh, my lovely, big boy...," whispered the man; his big hand resting on his son's bulging pouch, gently feeling up and admiring the boy's length and thickness. Somehow sensing the struggling boy's victory over the clinging embrace of sleep, the man straightened up and smiled down at his son as the boy's eyes slowly opened; his young eyes blinking away the glaze of dreams. The boy's big dark eyes focused on the man. The lad smiled up at his father, causing jolts of lust blossom in his big roiling balls. "Oh...uh...hi Dad". "Hi Matt, just thought I'd see if you're awake. Don't want you to slack on your training just because it's Sunday morning," quipped the man. Jack Sawyer was determined that his son follow in his footsteps as an avid weight trainer. Matt worshipped his father and devoted most of his free time to following his father's lead and his young teen body was a fine testament to the years of weight lifting and swimming that he threw himself into. He wanted nothing more than for his father to praise him and to be proud of him. Jack Sawyer was not one to overly spoil his son with praise but every now and then, he felt the time was right. On this occasion, the time was right for two reasons. Firstly, he had just received and read a letter from Matt's English teacher, Mr. Johnson. Secondly, it suited his purposes. He was determined to finish the journey he had started... "You're doing well son, you've got some good tone there.", said Jack as he feigned casualness whilst raking his hungry eyes over the virtually naked boy. Matt could hardly believe what he father said. "Wow, do you really think so Dad?" his bright young eyes shining up at the big man. "Sure, buddy! You might even give me a run for my money in time." Using the paid compliment as an excuse, Jack bent down and placed his right hand onto Matt's left pec muscle and slowly moved it across the lad's chest and then down across the boy's lean tight stomach, fingering the ripples of the abdomen. The man carefully avoided looking at the delicious sight between the lad's legs. "Oh, yes, boy...," breathed Jack. Matt was over the moon at this unadulterated praise from his father. He felt strangely comforted by the feel of his father's warm firm hand on his skin. It was soothing and guiding and somehow he felt thrilled by it. "Gee, thanks Dad. I'm really pleased you think I'm doing OK". Jack moved smoothly to implement his plan. "In fact, I think that from now on, while you're in the house, you should only wear your jock. It shows off your trained body well and it's a constant reminder and spur for you to work your body." Matt's smile faltered. "But....but...what if someone comes?" "Oh, I see, well of course if any women come then you can put something on. We don't want to offend the ladies do we?" Matt felt churlish to mention that he didn't really want men to see him in only a jock either. "But...er..what if my friends call round?" "So, what's the problem? They've seen you in the locker room before haven't they?" "Sure but..," "That's settled then. Unless women come round you stay as you are. Clear boy?" Matt lowered his eyes. He knew his father had decided. "Yes, Sir." "Good man; and now on to a different matter entirely." Matt's heart started to hammer as he recognised his English teacher's spidery hand-writing on the envelope that his father pulled out. "Your teacher has explained how hard you've tried in his classes. Even though you didn't make the grade, he seems pleased with your attitude." Matt held his breath whilst Jack's gaze held his son's. The big man smiled briefly. "So long as you have the right attitude boy, that's the main thing. You do everything your teachers tell you to do, then I'm happy. Clear?" Matt nearly burst into tears, his chest swelling with gratitude and relief that his father had not known the terrible sin he had committed in letting his teacher molest his body in such an intimate way. And yet, guilt racked him that he let his father believe a lie and desperately he tried to lock away the dreadful memory of how he had given into his lustful and sinful needs. He was determined to absolve himself in the face of God and restore his standing as his Mother would have wanted him to. And yet, in spite of how much he hated the depraved teacher who had played with his young body, he still felt, somewhere deep in his anus, the itch that refused to go away... ******************************************************** Father Bryce had tended his flock in his area for the past 10 years. At 62 years of age, he was relaxing into a calmer period of his life. The quiet town of Briers Cross was perfect for him. Within traveling distance of the big city, the sleepy town afforded familiarity and acceptance by a largely older population and, more importantly, a forgetfulness of his more exotic past. On the other hand, the city lay just within reach and whilst only 30 miles away, it was separated by a light year of lifestyle difference and the two worlds had never collided. The city provided anonymity for what the ageing priest craved.... It was Sunday, late morning. A hot sun blasted down on the white wooden church. As Father Bryce was saying his farewells to the last of his devoted parishioners at the church door, he saw the figure of a young man standing hesitantly; shifting from one foot to the next. Father Bryce found it difficult not to stare at the teenager as Mrs. Angel, a 72 year old lady, babbled on about how he must taste her blueberry pie. Father Bryce's keen sight took in the tight thin tank top that covered the youngster's broad shoulders and the skin tight jeans that accentuated the boy's firm thighs and full crotch. He very much noticed how the tank top finished shy of the lad's navel by 4 inches showing a tight tanned and flat, faintly rippled torso. As the old woman prattled on about her blueberry pie, Father Bryce was interested in tasting only one thing and blueberry pie wasn't it. The boy moved awkwardly forward as Mrs. Angel finally shuffled away. "Er.....hi Father...er...um...are you busy?" Bryce finally saw the boy in all his young male glory; a fine, good looking face with a good head of dark, floppy hair that occasionally fell over dark flashing eyes. The priest struggled mightily against his addiction and forced himself to maintain eye contact with the boy as he approached. "Yes my son?" "Er....Father...er....I have to confess." To the man's astonishment (and huge delight), Matt Sawyer burst into tears and fell into the priest's comforting arms. ******************************************************** On Sunday morning Jack Sawyer enjoyed taking it easy. His demanding job on construction sites meant he had little time to indulge in such luxuries. While Matt was out doing whatever he was doing, he decided to take the weight off his feet and relax. As he lay on the sofa drinking a glass of orange juice, he replayed the events of the previous night. He felt a tightness develop in his shorts as he recalled how much he enjoyed what his sleeping son possessed between those firm young thighs. Jack Sawyer felt himself up as his lust was renewed. He pushed down his shorts and wrapped his big hand around his thick throbbing 9" of mature, jerking meat. He imagined how it must have looked; a man doing unspeakable things to his sleeping son. And yet, he knew he had an inalienable right to enjoy his son as he saw fit. His son was flesh of his flesh and that gave him the right by God.... As his perverted mind wandered, he imagined watching another man forcing his attentions on to his helpless son. The excitement grew as his lust fuelled imagination added more men to the scenario. The vision of four burly men each holding an arm or leg of the struggling boy with a fifth slowly molesting the teen and taking his perverted pleasure caused Jack's huge, thick meat to spit out a drooling stream of milky pre-cum. On an impulse, Jack grabbed the empty fruit juice glass next as he stroked and squeezed and milked his enormous fuck pole of the continuous pre-cum, catching the sticky fluid in the glass. His fevered imagination pictured Matt squirming helplessly as big men ripped his school clothes from his young teen body. Bit by bit, the boy's lean muscled body would be exposed, jerking and writhing in vain to escape the powerful, clutching holding hands. He could almost hear the boy moaning and screaming as his young body is squeezed and rubbed and pinched by the lust crazed men. Jack then imagined the fifth man opening a bag full of rope and handcuffs and other tools.... The glass steadily filled. Almost an hour later, the big man, red faced and with glazed eyes came, gasping and grunting, spewing thick jets of cum into the small glass filling it almost the top. ******************************************************** As Jack moaned in his ecstasy, Coach Peterson was busy running the Sunday extra curricular sports session at school. It was a generous offer of the school to allow students who wanted to practice more to use the school's facilities. Peterson was more than happy to help and was more than happy to chaperone the eager and active bunch of lads as they pursued their sporting interests. Today he was unable to concentrate. His mind was consumed with excitement and anticipation of his forthcoming after school gym session with Matt on Monday. Over the previous two days, he had spent time cleaning and oiling every lever and every cog of the ancient chair-like instrument that he had bought from the old Egyptian. Every time he caressed the thick phallus shaped piece of solid metal, he imagined it pumping in and out of Matt's tight juicy virginal hole; imagined the young lad's sweat-covered muscular torso squirming and writhing in pain and terrible wanton pleasure. Peterson couldn't help but leak in his shorts as he dwelt on the device and its ancient origins and depraved purpose. He remembered with dirty, debased lust how boys and youths experienced the heights of lust crazed pleasure and also moments of disemboweling agony whilst strapped on to the infernal device. The man almost moaned aloud as he imagined the abundance of young male juice that must have ebbed and flowed over the chair's pitted metal surfaces through the eons. His fevered mind turned to the next training session he would have with Matt. He couldn't help but imagine Matt's head thrown back in the throes of unknowable sensations as the strapping teen rides the machine. The lad's sweating squirming torso writhing and jerking helplessly trying to avoid the huge impaling device repeatedly plunging into the depths of the boy's slick, fiery bowels... He realised that the next training session would need to be in his home, outside the city and in the basement, where nobody would hear any screaming... "Sir?" Peterson came back to the present. 14 year old Timmy was looking at him expectantly. A cute, blond haired lad, Timmy was not a natural gymnast though he was a fine swimmer. Coach always took pleasure in looking over Timmy's young lean body during swimming classes; admiring his tight young butt clothed in thin tight Speedos and the full, healthy bulge that clearly outlined a full and very complete set of assets. He remembered that the lad was having difficulty climbing the ropes. "You've nearly got it Timmy", encouraged Peterson as he took the end of the thick rope that hung from the gym ceiling. He passed it between the boy's legs and gently moved the rope back and forth, causing it to rub Timmy's crotch continuously. "You see, Timmy, the trick is to let the rope pass freely between your legs. Don't clamp up on it 'cos you won't get anywhere." As he explained, he continued to move the rope between the lad's legs. The thin, tight white gym shorts that the lad wore over his regulation jockstrap afforded scant protection from the rough hemp that continued to buffett and rub the boy's private parts. "Unnh...er..aah..y..yessir. I understand...ah..thanks." Peterson looked down at the boy's bare chest and licked his lips as he noticed the boy's nipples were starting to stiffen as he continued to work the rope back and forth. The bulge between the lad's legs became rather more noticeable and Timmy was starting to breathe more heavily, his skin coloring. "Now are you sure you understand Timmy? You must make sure as well to keep the rope tight up between your legs to ensure you get a good firm grip of it with your legs". As he said this, Peterson pulled the thick rope more firmly up between the boy's legs while continuing to move the rope back and forth. The man pulled on the rope at a steeper angle. "Aaah....ungh..y.y.yesssir...ahhh...ooh..ungh." Timmy's bulge became very prominent and the boy's chest started to heave as he started to pant and moan. Peterson watched with amusement as the young lad's eyes start to glaze over and started to wonder if he could force the lad to spurt his young male cream in his shorts if he kept it up long enough when he was distracted by someone calling him. "I think we need to work on the technique some more, Timmy- come to my office after this session. "Y..yessir," gasped the boy, glad of the respite. ******************************************************** The priest peered at the crestfallen lad through the grill of the confessional. "Now my son, tell me what your sin is," asked the priest as he lustfully appraised the handsome teen through the lattice grill. The lad's miserable face turned toward the grill, his eyes about to water up again as he recalled the traumatic event when an old man played with the most intimate parts of his body; forcing his young torso to shiver with unwanted pleasure and his thick teen cock to jerk and throb with forbidden joy. He recalled with shuddering dread how the old man had abused his young body and forced it to give up it's creamy treasure. He hated himself and was wracked with guilt that he had actually enjoyed the sensations as his body was molested by the old man. He would give anything to obtain forgiveness from the priest and to wash away his terrible crime. "Well....father...I...er....that is...a man sort of touched me and now I won't go to heaven...", sniffled the boy, glancing fearfully at the priest. The lad hung his head down in shame and fear, that God's representative would lash out and condemn him. Father Bryce stifled a moan of lust and excitement and felt his dick jerk and a flame of lust lick between his balls and anus as he heard the boy confess. He couldn't help but rub himself beneath his cassock as he commenced questioning the lad. "Did you enjoy it when this wicked evil man touched you my son?" "No Father! I hated it! I didn't want it. At first..." "I see, but you started to like it later? You started to enjoy the feel of that pervert's hands on your private parts did you?" Matt wept quietly, knowing his depraved feelings were laid bare. The distraught boy nodded mutely, unable to hold his head up and unable to speak. Father Bryce felt his mouth water. He was already formulating ways to lay his hands all over the lad's naked muscular body. "So he played with your young stiff stalk did he? Did he slide his hand up and down it? Did he fondle your balls my son? And what about your anus, my son? Did he push his finger up it? Did the devil's messenger violate your young male body?" Tears trickled down the lad's face as he nodded silently to each damming question, his shame complete and utter. The Priest started to wank himself slowly, trying to imagine the scene; his mouth watering with anticipation of what he would soon be doing to the boy as he knew the boy's fine healthy body was as good as his. "Don't punish yourself my son. You were made to enjoy it against your will by the devil working his evil way through the hands of that sinner. It's not your fault." Matt lifted his eyes to the grill. Hope lay like a stranded orphan in his eyes. "Really, Father?" "That is right my boy. But it is now important- so important that you come to my office and show me very carefully where the devil made its mark on you. Only then can I know how to cleanse and absolve you of the taint." As the man guided the teen in front of him toward his office, the old priest looked at the boy's teen butt wrapped in the very tight jeans and licked his lips... ******************************************************** As Jack lay on his sofa, panting quietly and recovering from the massive orgasm, the telephone rang. Answering it with a husky voice that was only just starting to return to normal, he found himself talking to Coach Peterson. He knew Peterson from previous teacher-parent visits and liked him immediately. On two occasions they had met accidentally in town and ended up drinking and putting the world to rights. He knew Peterson was well impressed with Matt's performance in all sports and particularly with the lad's performance in the gym. "So Jack, I was ringing to let Matt know that on Monday evening, I need to be at home so if he's willing to come out here, I'd be happy to give him an extra workout session. I've got a full gym in my basement...." "Sure Tom, I'll let Matt know........ By the way, thanks for taking the time out to help him. There's not many teachers that would take the time and trouble with their students." "Not a problem Jack. As you know, I'm very impressed with Matt. He has a great body and I think the boy primarily has you to thank for that, doesn't he?" "Well, I do try to encourage him as I was encouraged by my father...." "Yes, I think a boy's body is such an amazing thing isn't it? There's something special about lads; their bodies are so responsive to good hard training and physical stresses and it's great to see them develop and respond as has been clearly the case with Matt. It's such a pleasure to see..." As both the men spoke, each of them started to work their full packages as an unspoken understanding developed. "I was saying to Matt today how he must take pride in his body and have told him that, when at home, he must now only wear his jockstrap and nothing else..." Jack smiled as he heard a slight moan from Tom. "Oh that's excellent Jack, such a good idea. I bet he's an inspirational sight walking around you all day showing his muscular development. That lad of yours has great bulges in all the right places..." "Yes, he's a fine boy, Tom. Of course, I'd always welcome any advice from an expert as to what else would be needed to improve the situation..." "Well, Jack, I think it's so important to keep a lad's muscles constantly stressed and challenged. That's the way they'll develop best. I once tutored a lad and found that a rope, hanging from a hook in the ceiling and tied, er, I mean held by the boy's hands, will enable him to improve the vertical stresses on the muscles in his arms and pecs. Also, ropes attached to each leg with suitable, er, weights, would enable him to develop lateral muscular development..." It was Tom's turn to smile as he heard Jack almost catch his breath. "Tom, you must come round tonight. We're clearly thinking along the same lines. I might even ask a couple of friends I work with on the building site. They're always keen to develop their bodies and I'm sure they'll get inspiration from you." "And I'm sure they'll also get inspiration from Matt and who knows, your boy might get it from them...", offered Tom. "Oh, yes," breathed Jack. "I'm sure he will...." Both men were breathing heavily and pawing their groins. "I'll see you this evening then? I'm sure Matt would love to see you..." "Sure thing, Jack. And I would certainly love to see Matt too...." As Jack hung up, he realized that his cock had started to become half hard again after the conversation. He got up and searched for a hook, hammer and nails... As Peterson hung up the phone, there was a knock on his office door and blond haired Timmy looked nervously in. Peterson smiled broadly. "Come, come Timmy. You've just come at the right time. I'm well and truly ready for you..." ******************************************************** As Coach Peterson looked over Timmy's lithe yet defined young body, Matt stood before the priest nervously as the man slowly appraised the lad. The priest strove to control his quickening heart and the stirring under his flowing cassock as he tried to casually look at the striking male teen in front of him. He took in the broad shoulders and the well developed chest; the muscular arms and trim waist. The boy's dark eyes anxiously looked on desperately seeking salvation from God's messenger. God's messenger was busy imagining what lay behind the firm full bulge between the boy's firm sturdy thighs. "Now my son, you must show me where the devil made its mark on your young body; firstly take off your top please". Matt slowly pulled up his tank top whilst the priest's eyes were glued to the tight smooth stomach of the teen. His beady hungry eyes took in the emerging ripples of the lad's 6 pack abs. He silently moaned to himself as the lad raised his arms above his head and slowly lifted the top over his head displaying a smooth muscled torso with firmly delineated pecs; each crowned with a full firm nipple. "Oh, my boy, what a fine young body you have." crooned Bryce, as he felt his member starting to swell. "You must work out a lot to get such tone." In spite of his general misery, Matt was pleased that his hard work was paying off. "Thanks, Sir, my Dad also wants me to keep my body trained. He makes sure I work out every day." "Does he really? I can imagine your Dad wants to show you off doesn't he?" The boy looked at the priest with wonder. "Yeah-that's right. He says I can't wear anything at home except my jockstrap as a reminder of my progress." Father Bryce felt his swollen cock burp pre-cum at the very thought. He made a mental note to pay a pastoral visit to Matt's home shortly... "And now my son, you said that evil man touched your private parts? -- I must inspect you there to assess the stain that the devil has made" The priest reached for Matt's belt buckle. Matt stepped back involuntarily, blushing. "My boy, you must not be shy. You want to be cleansed of the devil's mark don't you? You want to be pure and find pleasure with being with girls again don't you?" Matt's eyes watered up with shame and longing. "Oh yes please Sir, I want to be normal again." "Then have courage my son and hold still." Matt nodded his head silently and waited. The old man slowly unbuckled the boy's belt with slightly trembling hands, his eyes drinking in the sight of the smooth muscular torso and the full and prominent bulge that promised much. His hands fumbled but eventually unsnapped each of the metal fly buttons. Eventually, the old man was rewarded with a truly heavenly sight. Matt stood before him, shy and uncertain. He was naked apart from his jockstrap and white socks, his young athletic body at the peak of fitness and flexibility. The smoothness of his skin and the fine male musculature of his frame took the priest's breath away. The old man felt almost faint as he drank in the view. Inexorably, his eyes were drawn to the lad's full bulging pouch and almost moaned aloud as he noticed the stains on the stretched rubber and cotton mesh fabric. He swallowed noisily and reached forward with liver spotted hands... About 40 minutes later, the verger passed by the door of the priest's study. He heard strange noises emanating from within. The sounds of a young lad moaning and groaning interspersed with the grunts of the Priest rang very familiar. He chuckled to himself. This happened every time the Priest took an active interest in tutoring some of his choir boys... Inside, the priest leaned over the boy, fiercely intent on doing God's will. "Aaargh...unnngh...," moaned Matt as he was bent over the Priests desk, his jockstrap just above his knees. "That's right my boy, let your body feel God's touch," husked the priest as he worked the thick Coronation candle slowly in and out of the teenage boy's anus, twisting it as he did so. The candle surface was slimy with the lad's ass juices as it moved in and out of the boy's bowels, rubbing and squeezing Matt's prostate. "Ooooh...urgh," gurgled the built teen as the old priest, with saliva leaking from the corner of his mouth, impaled the sweating lad over and over again watching with fascination as the stretched moist lips of the boy's tight anus clutched the candle lovingly as it slid in and out of the lad's hot slick chute. Matt groaned as the bladder squeezing bursts of pleasure blossomed out from deep within his innards. The candle end kept squashing and massaging his fuck nut, causing his ample equipment to fatten and lengthen, and his full heavy balls to roil and churn with creamy fuck sauce. The priest feasted his eyes on the boy's heavy, swollen cock, marveling at its girth and length on a 16 year old. "That's right my son. Enjoy God's blessing. Rejoice in HIS contact as he cleanses away the stain of the Devil's touch," intoned the man, his own cock throbbing and leaking like fuck under his cassock. "Aaaaah....oohhh, F...Father.....oooooh, it feels so good....is that bad?" "Not at all my son, it feels good because it is God's touch and it is through me that God will now banish the contact that the Devil made through your ungodly teacher. Enjoy the wonder that is God's blessing on your beautiful body." So saying, the priest reached between the boy's legs and grasped the lad's heavy weeping cock and slowly eased the foreskin back and forward in ever expanding strokes; milking the teen boy's heavy endowment like a cow's udder. "Ooooooooh.....aaaaaaah...mmmmmm...," moaned the boy as the man's hand slowly jacked the full length of his throbbing leaking boy meat. Matt's panting, jerking body, slick with sweat, shuddered on the verge of orgasm as the man clutched and manipulated the boy's full roiling balls. "Aaaaaaahhhhh....mmmmm....oooooh...sirrr...noooo.....unnnngh..!" With remarkable knowledge in his hands, the old priest played Matt's finely muscled teen body like a delicate instrument, causing it to teeter crazily on the edge of ultimate pleasure. "Please, Sir....let me come....uuunnnghhh," begged the lust crazed boy. "God will not be hurried", intoned the priest as he continued to work the thick candle ever deeper into the lad's hot bowels. The drooling honey from the boy's thick stiff cock served as an excellent lubricant allowing the priest's grasping hand to slide slickly back and forwards along the throbbing, convulsing length of the teenager's meat. "Aaaaah.....please...noooo...arrgh....uunnnghhh," moaned Matt, as the overwhelming waves of pleasure burst from his cock and anus. Years of experience with young choir boys taught the old man how to keep a lad on the edge for hours though his lust for the lad would brook no patience. The old perverted priest set to with abandon and worked the candle in and out with renewed vigour, causing the boy to moan loudly with pain and pleasure. "Aaaaaarrggghhh....please.....no...more......uuurrrghhh!, gurgled the lad, his sexual organs punished beyond endurance. With a hard final push, he shoved the candle as far as it would go into the lad and, leaving the candle in place, he grabbed the young teen's balls and squeezed and manipulated them roughly with one hand whilst continuing to jack the lad off with the other. Matt gasped and moaned loudly as the candle punished his fuck nut and his balls were squeezed and pulled. He became delirious with the painful pleasure. "Uuuuurrrgghhh.....aaaaaargghhhh....nooooo....ohhhh....uuurgghhhh...!!!" The priest grunted in his ear, "Come on lad, spurt your thick creamy cock juice in thanksgiving to the Lord. Let your big fat heavy balls release their thick heavenly boy sauce as payment for God's blessing." "Unnnnnnngggggghhhhh.....Aaaarrrggggggh....NOOOOOOOO!!!!!" Matt could hold out no longer. His body jerked and convulsed as 7 hot jets of creamy thick teen cum spurted from his swollen throbbing piss slit to hit against the priest's desk and totally drench the man's jacking hand. "Oh yes, my boy, shoot that teen load- that's right...pay your dues to God," moaned the man. The priest whipped the candle out of Matt's anus and covered it with the boy's cum and then rammed it back in one smooth forceful motion. The boy screamed loudly as the priest forced the thick candle as deep as possible into the shuddering lad's bowels once more and renewed the onslaught of his prostate gland. Bryce continued to jack the convulsing kid off whilst plunging candle in and out with meaning forcing the lad's tortured balls to continue pumping their thick viscous cream out in ropey spurts. "Uuuuugggh.......please...no more....aaarggghhhh," moaned Matt, as the torrent of cum started to subside. "It's not finished yet my boy", said Bryce. I must make sure every crevice of your body has been scourged of the taint." As an expert in playing with young male bodies, he knew that they had an amazing capacity to keep cumming and Bryce was an expert in torturing a young lad to dry cum over and over again.... While Matt's jerking sweating body was being absolved by the priest, the choking gurgling sounds of a young lad emanated from Coach Peterson's office in the otherwise deserted school corridor.... Chapter 4 Blond haired Timmy nervously knocked on Coach Peterson's study door. He had been asked to report later in the day by Peterson. At 14 years of age, Timmy was a cute lad and there were clear indications of the fine young man he would grow to be. Whilst his body was not overtly built for muscle, it's litheness held a firm promise of lean muscle lying just under the surface. As an avid swimmer, his smooth body flew through the water and his abs, arms and chest showed much potential. His young heart was pounding with anticipation because, like all the boys in the class, he very much worshiped the Coach and was keen to make a good impression and show him how serious he was to learn the techniques that the Coach had been trying to show him earlier on. He wore only his brief gym shorts over his regulation jockstrap. He was bare-chested, as the Coach always demanded of his lad's and told them that it was so important for the skin to breath. He also told them that it was important to ensure that there was sufficient room for the legs to move which was why the Coach also insisted on very short shorts. "Come in Timmy- I'm well and truly ready for you now," beamed the Coach. "You know, Timmy, I'm very pleased with your progress. You've listened to what I've taught you and I can see you've worked hard to do as I say and your body is much improved." Young Timmy glowed and his eyes widened at this rare unstinting praise. He wasn't used to praise such as this. "Gee, thanks Coach! I'm so glad you think I got better". "You sure have buddy and, although I know you had a bit of difficulty with the rope climbing technique earlier on, I can see your body is responding well to the lessons I've taught you." So saying, Peterson allowed himself to rake his eyes over Timmy's lean and nicely shaped torso. Whilst not quite a match yet for that 16 year old adonis, Matt Sawyer, it was most certainly enough to be getting along with.... Reaching out, Peterson moved his right hand slowly over the boy's chest, rubbing his thumbs across the kid's full nipples. "You know Timmy, your body is really responding well to the weights," said Peterson as he continued to rub the boy's chest and then down across his young tight stomach. "Wow, d'you think so Coach?" Timmy was in awe of Coach Peterson, as were all the boys and his chest expanded with pride at the Coach's encouragement. "Sure thing buddy!" Peterson continued to move his big palm slowly up and down the boy's torso whilst stroking the boy's back with his left hand. Timmy sighed imperceptibly as the man's palm repeatedly passed over the lad's full nipples. The Coach's left hand moved slowly up and down the lad's back gradually edging downward until it started to gently slide over and around Timmy's tight bum. Coach Peterson noticed the tell tale signs of the boy's erecting nipples as he continued to stroke and gently molest the boy's full nubs. The cut and extreme tightness of the shorts accentuated the arse crack which worked very nicely for the Coach as he continued to slide his hand over the boy's tight butt, firmly tracing a finger down the indentation of the kid's tight ass crack. The lad shivered slightly and a quiet moan issued from his full boyish lips. "Spread your legs slightly son, that's the correct way to stand; you mustn't be too tight between your legs when climbing ropes. Timmy obeyed; keen to master the rope climbing technique that had eluded him for weeks. While continuing to feel up Timmy's arse, Peterson slid his right hand across the boy's firm abs and then down the front of the boy's shorts and between Timmy's legs then back up again taking care to make sure his fingers explored and felt the healthy bulge between the kid's legs. The shape of the boy's rear and front almost made Peterson drool. "Oh, yes, Timmy, you're definitely in good shape," muttered Peterson as his probing fingers felt up the lie of the kid's full equipment. The lad felt a bit funny as a warm sensation of pleasure emanated from between his legs and he started to spread his legs involuntarily. "That's right Timmy, spread your legs a bit further.... Yes, Timmy, that's better. Much better.....oh yes.......so very good....," breathed Peterson as both his hands repeatedly rubbed up and down the back and front of the boy's tight gym shorts. Timmy tried not to moan aloud as the Coach's large warm hands sent increasingly delicious ripples of pleasure from his groin. The boy gulped with dread as he realized his cock was starting to get harder with the pleasure he was feeling and he was scared that the Coach might think he was weird or something. After all, it was only a lesson in rope climbing techniques. Thankfully Coach didn't appear to notice as his big warm hand continued to slide slowly back and forth over the increasingly obvious bulge. "You see Timmy, you must remember that when climbing a rope, the rope will constantly be rubbing you back and forth between your legs so you have to get used to it." Timmy's cheeks flamed with burning embarrassment as he felt his cock swell mightily in response to the undulating waves of pleasure from Peterson's warm coaxing hand. "I...I'm s..s...sorry...Sir...", gulped the lad; his bright blue eyes wide with dread at what the Coach might think of him. Peterson feigned confusion at the lad's embarrassment. "What do you mean Timmy? You're standing exactly in the right position to deal with rope climbing. You'll soon get the hang of it.", said Peterson whilst continuing to gently fondle and rub the boy's large swollen bulge at the front of the tight shorts. "Unnnghhhh....uuurgghhhh...", moaned the kid, his eyes starting to glaze over. The man knew when to hold off. "Now, wait here, I'll just get some rope and we can then continue where we left off." The boy quickly and gratefully nodded, relieved at the chance to regain control of himself. Peterson returned with a length of rope and passed it between the boy's legs and started moving the rope backwards and forwards.... Ten minutes later, the sounds of a choking moaning lad spilled out from the Coach's office into the deserted school corridor. Inside the office, the 14 year old boy was standing with his hands on his head whilst the Coach was sliding the thick hemp rope high up between the kid's legs with meaning. The lad was flushed and sweating and choking with nervous gulps of air as he tried to ignore the mounting sexual pleasure that was simmering to a boil between his legs. His wide, blue eyes were glazed and nervous as they stared ahead trying desperately to concentrate on some unseen image to keep his cock down and not upset the Coach. He greatly feared being punished for doing something that the Coach might not like. "Unnngh...please, Coach...no more......aaargh...unnnnggh..." The lad stood, his legs spread whilst the big man repeatedly worked the thick rope back and forth between the boy's legs. The boy's chest was heaving and flushed; his nipples erect and full. His blue eyes were glazed as they silently begged the man to stop. The rope continued to pass backwards and forwards, rubbing and buffeting the extremely obvious bulge at the front of the boy's white tight shorts. The man's eyes gleamed as they noticed a damp spot appear at the front of the boy's bulge. Timmy was panting and moaning openly and perspiration was starting to bead the boy's forehead as he tried desperately not to lose control. Peterson knew the time was close. "Now son, you take the ends of the rope yourself and keep working it between your legs." "But please...s..sir...ungh...I think..unngh...I'm gonna have an accident soon...aaargh...ungggh.." "Do it son- do what I tell you! Work that rope now and faster. Do it!" The authority in the Coach was not lost on the young lad. "S...sorry, Sir,...ungh..yessir...aargh...," moaned the flushed lad as he struggled to work the rope even faster between his legs. Coach Peterson sat down in his chair and enjoyed the spectacle of the cute sweating young lad pleasuring himself against his will. The lad couldn't help throwing his head back and closing his eyes as waves of delicious pleasure radiated out from between his legs as he abused himself. Peterson reached down and fondled his crotch under his desk as he watched the gasping, flushed and sweating lad masturbating himself on the thick rubbing rope.... The man moaned slightly as he saw that the damp patch around at the front of the kids thin, tight shorts ws becoming larger... "Faster boy, much faster." The kid was drenched in sweat as he struggled to comply "Unnngghh....please...no...sir...aaargh....uuuurrrghh....aaaaaaah......unnnngggh hh...." Timmy shuddered and lost control. The boy's legs started to buckle and his hips started to thrust spasmodically as his young fit body started to orgasm. "Keep working the rope boy!" "Unnnnnnnnghhhh....aaaarghhhh...uuuuurrrghhhh", gurgled the youngster. Desperately, the 14 year old fought to keep his balance and continue to work the thick rope between his legs as his convulsing sweating torso thrashed around. Peterson smiled and licked his lips as the bulging front of Timmy's tight fitting shorts became drenched and translucent with the release of the boy's ample juices. Seconds later, creamy cum started to stream down the kid's staggering legs to soak into the lad's white socks... At the man's insistence, the moaning jerking lad continued to work the thick rope back and forth between his trembling legs. Under the desk, Peterson was working his huge throbbing piece of man meat that was weeping with delight as he watched the young teen lad creaming himself. ******************************************************** Whilst the 14 year old boy entertained Coach Peterson in his office, Jack Sawyer stood back and admired his handiwork. The big hook in the bathroom ceiling was firmly embedded in the joist above and would easily carry the weight of a man, so would have no problem with that of a young squirming 16 year old lad.... Jack stepped back and imagined his 16 year old son hanging from the ceiling as big men groped and molested his young muscular body. He could almost hear the screaming and moaning from the boy as the men rip the school clothes from the kid's body; the sound of ripping fabric, ugly in the close quarters of the bathroom. He imagined the lust filled men; their large, calloused hands pawing over the lad's rippled abs as the kid twists and turns on the hook, desperately trying to avoid the rubbing, molesting hands. Jack started to work his burgeoning bulge as he indulged himself in his unnatural perverted desires. Then he imagined another man rubbing and squeezing the boy's full crotch, pummelling the kid's growing length and then start to unfasten the lad's fly buttons..... Although the man felt partly guilty at having such thoughts, he pushed aside such feelings, convinced that, as the boy's father, he had the perfect right to think whatever he wanted of his son's body and indeed had the right to DO whatever he wanted to his lad's body. His son was of his flesh by God and that gave him the right. And yet, the man was immensely proud of his son. He knew that there weren't many 16 year olds that possessed the looks or levels of fitness that Matt had. He knew he was right to push his son hard with weight training and physical exertion. It helped, of course, that the boy was equally dedicated to his father and worshipped the ground his dad walked on. The lad followed every suggestion and instruction his Father gave and Jack knew Matt believed and trusted him implicitly and the big man was happy to keep it that way. He greatly looked forward to seeing Matt when he returned home from whatever he was doing since this Sunday was the first day of the new rule; that the boy could only wear his jockstrap and nothing else whilst at home. Jack's large meat started to leak at the very thought. The boy's natural inherited good looks from his mother coupled with his gorgeously trained body made for the perfect Adonis package. The boy's dark flashing eyes and broad shoulders immediately attracted the eye as did his well defined pecs, full nipples and clearly emerging six pack abs. The boy's full lips that framed a gorgeous white toothed smile were just perfect for all sorts of things.... As Coach Peterson had said to Jack earlier, the boy had great bulges in all the right places and the one that was between his son's firm legs lay at the heart of Jack Sawyers growing perverted lust. Whilst, of course, he was unable to check his son out during the day, (apart from the well timed peek whilst watching his son work out), he had found that the one or two sleeping tablets in the kid's drink at night afforded him the chance to check the kid up close and personal... As the boy habitually slept with only his jockstrap on, it made the whole task much easier. Jack gave in and hauled out his big length of meat which, once erect, touched 9 inches long and 3 inches thick. He went in search of the glass of cum which he had earlier been filling. He would soon have more to fill the glass.... ******************************************************** The Watcher followed the running slave boy through the roughly hewn tunnels underneath the grounds of the Pharaoh's Chief Advisor; fear giving wings to the youngster's heels. Behind the lad, in the dark earthy distance, came the sound of pursuing guards. The youth sobbed as he ran, gulping in deep breaths of fetid air. Escape was the only thought in the young lad's mind as he fled through the subterranean catacombs. Sweat trickled down his lean muscled, dirt streaked torso and into his full loin pouch as he ran almost blindly through the passageways that were feebly lit by the occasional flaming torch jammed into the earthen walls. The lad's blond hair, blue eyes and lusciously lean but muscled body had first drawn his Master's eyes toward him; so rare were the lad's attributes. As the owner of the boy, the man had total rights over him and was perfectly entitled to absolutely anything he wanted to the lad. Which he often did; visiting such perverted actions upon the boy as to cause his present frantic flight. The unseen observer was powerless to give warning as hands emerged out of the darkness to ground the boy's flight. ******************************************************** In the cool of the central chamber far below the estate, the boy stood between two burly guards. The unnoticed voyeur could see the light from the many torches reflected from the boy's perspiring, heaving chest and big frightened eyes as they darted around the room. Though the room was warm, the virtually naked boy shivered with fear and dread. The men held the lad fast; there would be no escape. The big guards glanced at each other, clearly curious as to why their Master had ordered the boy brought to him. Their piqued interest may also have been due to the fact that they, too, were not immune to the youngster's appeal. Their large, beefy manhoods stirred and swelled mightily as they cast their eyes over the lean sweating torso of the lad. The Watcher shared their feelings as he noted the guards eye up the boy's smooth developed pecs and rippled abdomen and the heavy fullness of the lad's tightly stretched loin pouch. However, they knew better than to touch their Master's property. The slave boy's panicky eyes lighted on a curious looking contraption at one end of the room. At first glance it resembled a chair of metal. As well as the legs, there appeared to be a complex arrangement of cogs and levers that occupied the space under the seat. Behind the chair and between the back two legs near floor level was a large foot pedal. Any further detail was impossible to discern from the lad's viewpoint. One of the shadows at the edge of the room solidified and the Master stepped forward. A small wiry figure swathed in black robes. The youth shuddered involuntarily as the figure drew closer. Small but dangerous eyes glittered as they slowly looked the lad up and down, pausing as they drank in the bulging loin pouch. A dry falsetto voice spoke. "Trying to leave so soon?" A dry bony hand raised and slowly stroked the left cheek of the boy who swallowed nervously. "Have I not fed you? Have I not sheltered you?" As he spoke these words, the man let his hand stray down and rest palm down on the boy's sweating left pec, gently plucking at the lad's full nipple. The youth shivered and trembled as the man continued to squeeze and pinch the youngsters bud. "Unnngh...please, Sir,....noooo..." The boy shook his head numbly, trying to move away as the man slowly slid his hand down the lad's sweating torso and across the flat rippled abdomen but he was held fast by the guards. The hand glided further downward to the front of the lad's loin pouch. "So full of youth and vitality." breathed the old man, tracing his bony finger along the clear outline that the boy's intimate organ made against the stretched thin loin pouch material. The Master gently grasped and manipulated the bulge making the boy moan quietly as he tried, in vain, to stop his youthful body from responding. The guards felt their mouths water and their manhoods swell as they watched the man slowly molest the captive boy. "I thought you had promise....thought that you would rise above the rest to become my favorite. Alas, it was not to be. But come; enough of an old man's yearnings. Let me show you another of my prized possessions." The guards pulled the boy along, following the cloaked figure. The Master stopped at the strange contraption that had caught the boy's eye earlier. As the slave was pulled closer to the device, the lad could make out more detail. What the lad took to be the seat of the chair wasn't a proper seat as there was a gaping hole in the middle, through which he could see a complicated mechanism. Parts of the mechanism seemed to stand out of the hole proud of the seat level. The fat tip of a cucumber shaped length of metal protruded about 3 inches out of the large hole. Its surface was adorned with ridges and bumps. Additionally, metallic claws also were visible just proud of the seat level. Projecting outwards at an angle from the front of each side of the seat were leg support extensions which would hold the legs of any sitter widely spread... At the front lip of the seat were 2 dials, each marked with values up to 10. The man made a movement with his hand and 2 other guards appeared from the shadows. One took a position behind the seat, placing a foot on the pedal. The other knelt before the seat, placing each hand on the dials. "Let me show you how this marvellous machine operates". The man smiled with eagerness at the nervous slave lad. At a gesture, the guard operating the pedal pumped it smoothly and regularly. The mechanism operated and the boy's eyes widened as he saw the phallic column of metal sink below the seat only to rise to its previous height above the seat. It repeated this action continuously in response to the pedal motion. Additionally, the metal length rotated. In a vaguely similar mode, the metal claws seemed to draw down below the seat and part slightly before coming together to their original position just proud of the seat level. The old mans's eyes shone as he watched the boy's fearful face and panting chest. "Now watch as the left dial is turned." The guard operating the dials twisted the left dial from 1 to 2. The mechanism seemed to shift as though a gear had been changed and the rising column of metal rose 1 inch higher before falling. The metal claws continued to travel and move as before. "And now the right dial", breathed the man. At the twist of the right dial, the claws dropped down and moved apart further than before, returning to their original position. "The sensations this machine will give you...," whispered the man as he moved closer to the lad and placed his hand on the boy's loin pouch, squeezing the lad's bulge softly and...... almost sadly. The man gripped and yanked the covering pouch away, exposing the lad's heavy cock and full, low hanging balls. The cloaked figure feasted his glittering eyes upon the teenager's full, handsome equipment, lingering over the thick uncut hanging cock with the tip of a fulsome cock head peeking out shyly from it's fleshy covering. The teen squirmed in vain as the old man gently fondled the lad's large hanging balls. "Such beautiful eggs....such a waste..." He gestured to his guards. The Watcher instinctively knew what was coming and dreaded it for the boy and yet strangely thirsted to see the tableaux unfold. A fresh cold wave of sweat broke out on the youth as the horror of what was about to be unleashed dawned upon him. With a strangled moan, the muscular blond lad made a last ditch attempt to escape but alas, in vain. The guards also wanted to witness this impending spectacle... The big men wrestled the struggling youth into the chair. The lad let out a moan as he was pressed into the seat; feeling the fat tip of the metal length press firmly against his quivering anus. The lad's arms and legs were quickly strapped tightly into place. The invisible observer felt his own lustful juices stir as he gazed at the good looking boy sitting helplessly, his legs obscenely splayed, as the old man knelt between them. The man opened each spring loaded claw and pushed each of the lad's balls into them. "Aaaaarrrrgh," screamed the youth as the closing claws clamped down on each ball. The figure momentarily looked up at the slave, a pained look on his face. "Come, come my boy, we haven't even started. I took you to have more in you than this. Show me your stamina and strength. Show me that you can make the grade" [Author's note: The phrase 'making the grade' did not likely exist in ancient Egypt but all conversation has been colloquialized and modernized for ease of interpretation.] "Yes, you have lots in you my lad and I want it all...." At a gesture, the man nodded to the guard who started to pump the pedal. The slave boy's eyes widened with horror as he felt the rotating metal piece push up and down against his quivering anus though not penetrating....yet. "Now, let's see what happens", murmured the man as he twisted the left dial from 1 to 2. "Uurgh", moaned the kid as the column pushed an inch up into the entry of his anus. The boy's wide pleading eyes begged his master to stop; a look which merely excited the figure in black further who licked his lips in anticipation of the feast to come. He twisted the dial to 3. "Aaagh...ungh..nooo...!" Sweat popped out on the boy's lean torso as he twisted his body in vain to avoid the impaling metal. 3 inches of solid metal continuously impaled the struggling teen. The guards started to rub between their own legs as the hot scene unfolded. The Watcher was salivating, his own needs now demanding to be met. The man in black who crouched between the boy's splayed legs licked his lips and became impatient; his eyes fixed upon the youth's cock which lay shrivelled with the pain and discomfort of his clutched balls and the impaling metal dildo. He looked up at the moaning kid. "Let me show you how much you can like this". He twisted the dial up by 3 levels. "Aaaaaarghhhhhhh......!" screamed the youth, as the metal dildo thrust up 6 inches into his convulsing bowels. "Unnnnnggggh.....aaaarggghhh...," gurgled the lad as his insides tried to accommodate the invading metal pole. The metal piece continuously hit hard against the lad's prostate causing a warm urinating feeling of pleasure spread outward throughout the loins of the youth turning his screams to grunts and moans of involuntary pleasure. The boy's equipment started to move and swell. "Mmmmmm....nnnggg...," gurgled the kid, his head laid against the chair back, his eyes closed in pleasure as the impaling metal punished his pleasure gland causing ecstasy to course through his quivering loins. The man's eyes lit with lustful greed as he watched the boy's cock visibly lengthen and fatten as it responded to the pummelling of the boy's fuck nut. He clapped his hands with glee as the youth's member continued to grow and expand, the bulbous cock head started to be unpeeled as the erection continued. The man's mouth watered as he savoured the feast to follow. He licked the boy's abs and chest, lifting off the coating of salty sweat. When he looked down, almost 7 inches of thick throbbing teen male meat met the Master's eyes. The man moaned his carnal delight as he stared at the bloated cockhead and watched the clear honey ooze out of the boy's piss slit to slide slowly over the bulbous head and drip down the thick meaty sides of the boy's stiff tool. The kneeling man held the youth's stiff fuck pole at its base with both hands and lapped at the boy's turgid meat and licked around the bubbling piss hole, smacking his lips as he tasted the fresh sweet liquor. "Uuurgggh.....", moaned the sweating lad;his eyes shut tight with pleasure as the man massaged and molested his thick, young and throbbing cock with wrinkled lips and a strong rough tongue. "Now I need more essence," husked the man and turned the other dial. The lad's blissful smile faltered as the claws gripping each of his balls started to move apart. "Unngh....no..Master...no,", moaned the boy as the man further moved the dial. "Aaaarghhhhhh," screamed the kid as his balls were pulled further apart causing knives of pain to shoot up from his testicles. The man nodded to himself as he observed that more creamy juice was now being given up by the youngster's tortured balls. The guards, unable to contain themselves, reached down on either side of the boy's chest and twisted the lad's nipples viciously. "Aaaaaiieeeeeeee," screamed the bound kid causing the man to look up and nod his approval. "Pleasure is nice, but pain gives up the substance," moaned the man as he moved the dial a few notches further. "AAAAAARRRRRGGGGHHHH!!!!" The blond boy's continued screams of pain ricocheted around the dark cavern. The Watcher inched closer, desperate to see the detail of the boy's torture. The figure in black lowered his head and started to feed on the rich creamy harvest. His hand moved the first dial and now 10 inches of thick, rotating metal was suddenly impaling the shrieking youngster increasing the crescendo of his torture. The lad's intestines were being distended beyond the intention of nature whilst his prostate was being mashed mercilessly moving the boy into another world of indescribable pain and horrifying pleasure which forced his ruined balls to churn out thick ambrosia.. The lad's convulsing jerking torso twisted this way and that as the 10 inch piece of metal ploughed repeatedly into the kid's innards and his balls were pulled apart beyond endurance. The constant crushing and mashing of the young slave's fuck nut forced his tortured balls to give up their creamy load and though the lad was in disemboweling agony, his tortured fuck nut forced his roiling balls to pump out thick porridgy cum through his thick throbbing teen meat and into the greedy sucking man's mouth. The Watcher moaned and panted his own perverted desire as he watched the kneeling man feast upon the boy's offerings but even the ravenous sucking mouth couldn't contain all the lad's juices as some of it oozed to the hard stone floor to join the puddle of the boy's ass juices extracted from the constantly impaling rod of metal. The screams of the tortured kid punctuated the passing of time. Finally, with a mad light in the Master's eye, he twisted both dials as far as they could go. The resulting shriek from the disemboweled boy lifted the Watcher up from his hiding place and thrust him right out through the cavern ceiling. "Nooooooo!", wailed the Watcher as he strained to look downward. He thought he saw the figure finally finish feeding and gesture to the four guards who fell upon the lad..... The Watcher woke up...... and...... Coach Peterson jerked awake to the 'screaming' of the telephone as he shot his wet dream into his sweats. The Physical Instructor moaned his pleasure and frustration as he lay for a moment; his loins spasmodically pumping jets of hot liquid pleasure into his shorts whilst trying to cling on the delicious tendrils of his rapidly evaporating dream. He picked up the phone. It was Jack Sawyer. "Hi, Tom, sorry, but this evening is off. The Police have just rung- Matt has been arrested." ******************************************************** Two hours previous, Matt made his way somewhat unsteadily down the path leading from the white church. His rear passage ached terribly and he was beat. However, although the handsome 16 year old was tired, he was elated in his heart. The light in his dark eyes had returned and strands of his dark hair bounced across his eyes as he walked back along the road to his home town. His eyes shone with a renewed hope and gratitude to the priest for removing the taint of his molestation by the English teacher and making him normal again. The warm afternoon sun was hot on his back and he had removed his t-shirt, tucking it into the waistband of his tight fitting jeans. The slanting rays of the sun beautifully highlighted the lad's excellent physique; the firm delineated pecs were crowned by large firm nipples and the emergent ripples of his 6 pack were enhanced by the light sheen of sweat that coated his torso in the warm afternoon sun. His mood was light and he flashed a bright smile and waved happily to a passing patrol car as it slowly cruised by him. Whilst he walked, he thought back on his ordeal with the priest. He certainly didn't expect the strange treatment he got when he went to Father Bryce to confess his sins though he knew in his heart that he would have done anything that meant he was normal in the eyes of God. His innocent mind tried to figure it all out. He knew that the English Teacher had tainted him because he felt bad about the way the old man had molested him and felt up his young body making him enjoy what was clearly an evil thing. He recalled how Johnson kept massaging and squeezing his full jockstrap pouch causing him to moan with pleasure although he knew it was clearly wrong. He couldn't quite understand how it was different when Father Bryce had massaged his bulging jockstrap pouch and probed his quivering anus with a thick finger for what seemed a long time but obviously it was correct to because the priest was a representative of God and was obviously doing what was needed to exorcize the Devil. Father Bryce's heavy breathing and low groaning during the exorcism was obviously part of the process which also included Father Bryce massaging and flat tonguing his swollen length of teen meat behind the elastic mesh of his jock pouch. As such, he had tried desperately not to moan and squirm with pleasure as he was frightened that if the priest knew he was enjoying it, he might think he was beyond redemption and he so desperately wanted to be saved. Matt also realized that the candle, which Father Bryce used on him whilst murmuring the Lord's Prayer, must have been a specially blessed candle which would remove all traces of taint which the English Teacher had left. That was obviously why the priest had to work it up as far it would go. Although it had hurt, though in a strangely pleasurable way, he trusted the priest that it would enable him to receive God's forgiveness. More crucially, he remembered the words of guidance that Father Bryce had given him, and that was if any man touches him whilst trying to help him (and naturally, Bryce had used himself in the capacity of a priest) then that was perfectly normal and nothing to be suspicious of. After all, normal good men aren't interested in him at all since he was a boy and not a girl. Clearly the English teacher was a pervert and the Devil worked through him since teaching English had nothing whatsoever to do with sucking him off or working his finger up his arse. This had made perfect sense to Matt and he was grateful to Father Bryce for making things clear for him. Perhaps Matt would have been confused if he had known that the good Father was watching him walk down the road whilst inhaling the aroma of the boy's jockstrap and licking the candle that had just been deep in the kid's insides... ******************************************************** Officer Lomand was bored. At 58, he had just about seen everything. With almost 36 years of service as one of the town's officers and deputy sheriff, he knew most of the rather dull residents. Every day he would have to listen to dull stories from dull people and go home to his dull wife and that completed his rather dull life. It was because of this, Lomand would often drive out to nearby towns to see what excitement he could find. What constituted excitement, however, was not the same as those of his rather dull acquaintances. For what burned deep inside his fat and heavy being, was a sadistic sexual predator that was consumed with lust for the sturdy juicy cocks and tight, moist, sweet anuses of young lads. Often he would park up near a football pitch and watch schoolboys play football. His beady piggy eyes would search out the most comely and athletic looking of the lads and watch them closely and admire their young sturdy muscled legs and their panting firm torsos as they called to each other. Even better in the summer, like now, when often the lads would strip off their football shirts treating him to beautiful views of their fine developed pecs and firm lean stomachs. But heaven of heavens if a lad should be playing football without a jockstrap.... Lomand would quickly identify such lads by carefully scrutinizing their young crotches for any sign of ponderous movements between their sturdy legs. He would lick his lips as he imagined what would be in those football shorts; the fine sweat that would cover the lad's cock and balls and the moist trembling anus that would lie deep between those firm teenage cheeks.... He would discreetly rub himself through his cop trousers as he imagined abducting one of the cute boys and tying them up and focusing on the struggling kid's assets.... Oh, the moans, shrieks and screams he would be able to elicit.... Lomand was close to dozing at the wheel as he slowly drove up the road until he saw the back of a young lad walking ahead. His interest was immediately peaked when he saw the lad was topless. As he drew close, he took in the broad tanned shoulders and the strong, sturdy back that narrowed to a very trim waist. As he got closer, his eyes were able to appreciate the kid's firm arse in the tight denim and the sturdy legs which powered the boy along the road. Drawing level, the good looking boy flashed him a glorious smile and a wave that immediately sent a dagger of lust stabbing deep in his groin. Perhaps it was perfectly sculpted young male torso that did it, or the near perfect teeth and the dark flashing eyes; or perhaps it was the full smiling lips or the clean, male jawline. Then again, perhaps it was simply that the boy looked the perfect age of around 16. Glancing swiftly downward at the lad's groin, he swore softly as his gleaming eyes briefly captured what appeared to be a very healthy bulge which appeared to spread across the left side of the lad's thigh. That gave the man an idea and Lomand decided he was going to have the young Adonis one way or another.... ******************************************************** Chapter 5 The dusty road was empty apart from a police car that was pulled over to one side. A short fat officer with piggy eyes and a piggy waistline was out of the car, talking to a young strapping lad whose hands were handcuffed behind him as he stood with his back against the sheriff's car. Any casual observer would have missed the hunger with which the officer's eyes raked over the boy's broad, smooth, well developed chest that was perspiring slightly in the late afternoon sun. The observer would have missed the officer's slow appraisal of the 16 year old's lean torso that clearly revealed the ripples of a six pack as he breathed nervously in and out. The casual observer would also have missed the way the officer kept licking his lips as tried to stop looking down from the boy's good looking face to feast upon the youth's very healthy male bulge that spread down one leg.... A worried frown creased Matt's young forehead. He was trembling slightly with fear and the fact that he was summarily handcuffed. This sort of thing had never happened to him before. "How old are you son?" asked Lomand. "16, S...Sir...." "Perfect," breathed Lomand. He licked his right thumb and slowly wiped it across the lad's full lips... "Now boy, I have reason to believe you're a terrorist as it looks to me you may be carrying a weapon". Matt stared in disbelief. "But S...Sir, I'm not a t...terrorist. I'm not carrying any weapons at all". "Doesn't look like it from where I'm standing boy," sneered Lomand as his eyes flashed down to gaze between the school boy's sturdy legs. Lomand laughed into the lad's confused face. A car passed by, the horn tooting. One of the nearby townsfolk waved at Lomand who nodded recognition. "Hi Tom...." He waited till the car had disappeared over the brow of the distant rise before turning back to the teenager. "Anyway, that's for me to decide," grunted Lomand as casually lay the tip of his nightstick between the lad's defined pecs and slowly traced a line downward over the boy's rippled abs and then further down to rest on the top of Matt's jeans line. Matt felt vaguely uncomfortable at the way the officer was staring at his chest and torso and he wished he had kept his t-shirt on. He thought irrationally that perhaps it was somehow against the law to be topless... "So what have you been doing today son?" Matt saw a chance to look good in the officer's eyes. "I've been to Church, Sir", he said a little proudly and then added with inspiration, "and I've even been speaking to the priest, Father Bryce. Do you know him?" The lad hoped it would prove that he was a good boy and was certainly no terrorist. Lomand felt his cock jerk when he heard Bryce's name. Oh yes, he knew old Bryce very well. In fact, he would have to pull the old priest's fat out of the fire whenever there was a complaint of molestation from some of the villagers. He would always find a way of convincing the good people of the town that any such allegation was clearly untrue and was an outrageous attempt at spoiling the honorable man's good name. In turn, he would often enjoy afternoon tea at Father Bryce's office and for entertainment, Bryce would summon one of the orphan choir boys he kept under his wing to stand in front of them and sing. Bryce would sit back and smile beneficently whilst Lomand enjoyed the purity of the lad's voice. Bryce would also lick his lips and watch as the officer would slide his hands under the choir boy's vestments and up the lad's quivering legs and use his fat fingers to help the kid reach the real high notes..... Lomand looked the boy up and down and was jealous of what Father Bryce must have recently enjoyed. "Really, son? I imagine Father Bryce must be very pleased with you....." The man continued to rake his eyes over Matt's perspiring body, enjoying the spectacle of the well built teen. In the long awkward silence, Lomand took his time lifting his nightstick to rub against each nipple in turn, watching them stiffen involuntarily to the stimulus. "Unngh...p..please..Sir...I'm innocent...ungh...." Matt moaned with fear and yet a strange pleasure as the officer continued to gently pummel and work his nipples with the heavy thick stick. "You work out boy?" asked Lomand as he pressed his left palm against the kid's tight stomach, pushing Matt against the car. The man started to slowly rub his palm over the boy's warm moist torso, his fingers lovingly fingering every ripple of its smooth muscular surface. "Y...yes Sir....I train every day with my Dad......" said Matt, his mind unsure where the conversation was going. All he knew was that he mustn't lie to the police. "Your Father certainly has the eye....," mused Lomand, his mind working whilst he continued to slide his palm up and over the lad's warm perspiring chest. ".....as you've got a fine body there boy..." "Unnngh...T...thank you S...Sir," stuttered Matt, taking care not to say anything that might make the officer angry. His body squirmed slightly as his nipples kept firing back darts of pleasure under the constant rubbing of the officer's nightstick. "Oh yes...a damn fine body indeed", said Lomand who then started rolling the boy's left nipple between his left thumb and forefinger while moving his nightstick down and between the boy's legs. "Yes indeedy," murmured Lomand as he started to slide the stick slowly between Matt's legs, angling it so it would rub along the length of the boy's bulge. Matt's mind was in confusion. In one way, he felt proud that the officer had complimented him on his fitness. He knew his Dad would be proud that another man recognised the hard work and effort he had put into his weight training. He wanted nothing more than for his Dad to be proud of him. At the same time, he couldn't understand why the man thought he was a terrorist. What had he done to give that impression? Obviously it must have been something. The boy shivered and moaned slightly under the man's manipulations.... "Bet all the boys and girls like you don't they pretty boy...?" breathed Lomand, his right hand continuously working the stick back and forth whilst squeezing and plucking at the kid's erect nipples with his left. Matt couldn't help wincing and moaning as darts of pain flashed out from his chest as Lomand increasingly applied more strength. "Aaargh....Ungh....please....no..Sir...." Although his chest hurt him, Matt felt a warm wave of pleasure coming from his groin as the wooden stick rubbed his full cock repeatedly and without realising, he start to push his hips forward in rhythm to the rubbing nightstick. "N..no...p..please S..Sir...aaarggh..unnngh..." gurgled the lad as the thick stick continued to pleasure him. Although Matt had been forced to totally empty his balls back in Father Bryce's private office, his young hormone filled teen body was rapidly responding again and to his horror he realized that his cock was lengthening and fattening and his heavy balls were starting to roil and churn with their creamy contents in response to the officer's actions. Lomand's eyes widened. "Holy shit boy, if that isn't a pistol you've got, you fucking need a jockstrap.... I ought to pull you in under the obscenity laws". Matt realised with shock that he must have left his jock back in the church with Father Bryce. "P..please S..Sir, don't arrest me. I always wear a jock. Um....I...er... g..guess I just kinda forgot today." He finished lamely. How could he explain to the Officer that he wore a jockstrap going into church and left church without it? Lomand relished the worried, good looking face and felt the vicious stab of lust jerk deep in his balls. He wanted to kiss that perfect young mouth, shove his fat tongue down the kid's young fresh throat and then force feed it with fat drooling cop cock. He wanted to shove all his fingers deep into the lad's anus and make him scream again and again with the pain. But he knew he had to be careful as he had been seen by the passing motorist, dammit. The Officer dropped the nightstick and started to feel up and down the length of the kid's bulge with his strong pudgy fingers. "Feels like some fucking pistol you got there boy," grunted Lomand as he continued to work the boy's private organ through the thin tight denim material. "Unnghhh....no...aaahhh", panted the youngster under the ministrations of the leering man. "Please...noooo....don't Sir...no...it's n...not a ...p..pistol.....unngggh...." gurgled Matt, as sweet agonizing waves of pleasure shot out from his throbbing member. Matt was panting and sweating, partly out of fear but also due to the sexual need that was starting to rise within him. He couldn't help closing his eyes in ecstasy at the waves of pleasure caused by the man's probing rubbing fingers and the coarseness of the thin denim material against his sensitive cockhead. The man used his other hand to start squeezing the bulge made by the lad's full loaded balls "Feels like you like a man's hand on your weapon boy...," hissed Lomand as he worked the lad's equipment. The school boy was moaning and trembling against the car, his eyes closed in denial and his mind in shock. He tried to deny the undeniable pleasure that the Officer was giving him. The boy's cock continued to fatten and push itself further down the left leg of his tight fitting jeans. Even his nipples hurt beautifully. "Please no....Sir...it's not a gun....", groaned Matt, worried that he might have an accident soon if the Officer kept feeling him up thinking he had a firearm down there... The man started to rub and squeeze Matt's cockhead through the denim with a strong fat thumb and forefinger seeing if he could make the lad shoot. "Oh yes Boy, you like it don't you?" moaned the man as he saw a damp patch start to develop near the end of the boy's bulge. "You want a man to touch your weapon..." Matt moaned his physical and emotional conflict. He desperately tried not to give in to the bubbling orgasm that was sweetly trembling behind his pulsing balls because he was sure it was wrong to give in to another male's touch. At the same time, his mind told him this couldn't be happening because he had received God's grace and absolution and therefore he must be normal. In an attempt to not betray his burgeoning sexual feelings, he tried to push the man away, feebly, with his body. Lomand sneered. He saw the opportunity. "I'm taking you in for resisting arrest boy. There, we can do a proper search to see what you're carrying." Lomand snarled. Matt was in shock. His mind was numb. He had never been in trouble with the Police before. Also, he couldn't understand why he was enjoying the officer feeling him up. He thought that he was no longer tainted. Above all, he dreaded his father finding out that he had been arrested by the police. As he traveled back to the station in the car, his general misery was compounded by Lomand who occasionally reached over with one hand to fondle the helpless boy's chest or pinch a nipple. More often than not, he would grope between the kids legs, manipulating Matt's most private of areas, keeping the moaning lad simmering in reluctant lust. Lomand kept licking his lips, anticipating what was to follow...... ******************************************************** Jack Sawyer was doing very well at filling up the glass with the steady stream of thick creamy ball juice as he wallowed in his perverted images and plans for his son. He was wallowing in a scene where a big man was behind Matt, pinning his arms behind him with a knee in the small of the lad's back to immobilize him whilst another man was kneeling in front of the boy, ripping away at the boy's flies causing trouser buttons to fly everywhere and then working his strong big fingers into the ripped opening in search of young thick cock and full teen balls. The boy was squirming, moaning and screaming to be let go of but to no avail...... He was in a strange place; half his mind was that of a caring and devoted father- keen on ensuring his son excelled at everything he did. Hence his determination that Matt do well at English as well as his sports. The other half of his mind was that of a pervert who saw his son as the flesh of his flesh and to be enjoyed as he saw fit. The two aspects of his personality lived uneasily side by side; each side having temporary dominance depending on circumstance. His beautiful wife who had tragically passed away a few years ago had left an aching void in his life though, by God's good grace, he was able to see the beauty of his wife in his son every morning and evening. In many ways, it was now perfect. He was able to keep something of his wife near him whilst, as a boy, Matt was able to support his obsession for working out. Yes, Matt served several purposes..... The phone rang. "Mr. Sawyer? Officer Lomand here, I'm sorry to say your boy Matt has been arrested." ******************************************************** The small village jailhouse only had 2 holding cells; one was already occupied by the local drunken hobo, his old unshaven face lolling in fitful sleep as he slumped on the only bench in the cell. The sounds and smells arising from the tramp clearly spoke of a man that had shunned the world that had shunned him. Lomand pushed Matt roughly into the adjoining cell. "I'll keep your t-shirt for the time being boy; don't want you trying to hang yourself", grunted Lomand whose real reason was simply to admire the boy's broad defined chest and tight stomach. He indicated the intervening bars that separated Matt's cell from the other cell with a jerk of his head. "Hands up and apart; grip the bars; legs apart." Matt was horrified as Lomand handcuffed each wrist and ankle to the bars virtually immobilizing him facing the tramp's cell through the intervening bars. "Please Officer, there's no need....," The lad was almost babbling with anxiety. "Whilst you're a terror suspect boy, it's standard procedure." Lomand turned to his deputy, a lanky man of about 40 who eyed Matt speculatively. "Ennis, keep an eye on the kid whilst I tend to something...." The man nodded absently whilst eyeing up the lad. Although Ennis was not attracted to his own sex, he was well aware of Lomand's perverted preferences and was happy to accommodate them. After all, it kept him in a job and Lomand was happy with his performance. He had to admit, however, that the miserable looking lad handcuffed to the bars was, indeed, a very good looking boy. He knew that the kid must work out regularly as the boy's body had the look of a gymnast. Looking between the kid's legs and at the boy's face, he had to concede that the lad had definitely received God's blessing in every department.... Ennis knew why Lomand had picked the kid up and knowing what the tramp was regularly picked up for caused a wry smile to break on his lips.... Yes, he thought, why not have a little sport. He dragged his nightstick against the cell bars of the tramp, creating a racket. "Wake up you bum! Look what we've got for you", shouted Ennis. Matt looked at the unshaven drunk with disgust as the waves of alcohol and body odor washed up toward him. The bundle of rags moved and grunted and red rimmed, alcohol soused eyes blinked open. "Wha...what? For fuck's sake stop that fucking noise!" Ennis sneered. "Your lucky day today buddy. You get hauled in for interfering with kids in the park and now you get to have one all to yourself...." Matt looked on, horrified at Ennis's words, and dread filled him as he detected a lustful gleam enter the tramp's sore bulging eyes and a rictus smile showed black decaying teeth poking out from a rough wild beard. The bum looked over the shackled boy and what he saw caused him to grunt with rapidly rising lust. Matt's broad shoulders and muscular arms strained as the 16 year old futilely tried to pull away from the bars, his emerging 6 pack showing gorgeously under the smooth tanned skin. The lad appealed to Ennis desperately. "Please sir, no, don't let him near me..." The bent over hobo started to grunt his appreciation as he drew closer to the boy. Matt watched in dread as the tramp's bleary red rimmed eyes raked hungrily over his torso and then rested on his full and ample lunchbox. "Well, you're a looker aren't you son? Mmmmm. Nice big nipples for me to chew on.......yes..... Gonna stroke you boy, fondle your juicy parts, your big thick boy cock, your full loaded balls...gonna make you cream for me..." The tramp slowly shuffled toward the young helpless lad.... Ennis grinned and leaned against the wall and waited for the entertainment to begin. The drunk reached out with filthy fingers towards the boy's firm brown nipples.... "Noooooooooooooooooooooo......!" ******************************************************** Jack Sawyer rushed up to the desk, a mix of anger and anxiety on his face. "I'm Jack, Matt Sawyer's Father. What's happened, why have you arrested my boy?" Jack was a head and shoulders above the fat heavy detective but Lomand wasn't intimidated. Lomand appraised the large man and noted his beefy well built frame and understood instantly where the boy got his influence from. The officer noted the possessive claim the big man made on the kid and how the man was clearly making the boy in his image. Well, as far as the body was concerned anyway, Lomand amended. He couldn't imagine where the boy had got his arresting male beauty from.... "He's been arrested on terrorism charges Mr. Sawyer; it appeared he was carrying a weapon on him. We first need to question him......" Jack exploded. "That's ridiculous- terrorism? My boy has never held a firearm in his life. I demand he be released immediately" Jack glared at Lomand, his face angry, disbelieving and impatient. ".....and then I will have to carry out a strip search of him to ensure he's not concealing any weapon. Of course, as he's a minor and as the parent, you have the right to observe so there is no treatment that you feel unwarranted, though I have to advise you that as it is a suspicion of terrorism, the search may need to be intrusive." Lomand continued as if Jack hadn't said anything. Lomand watched Jack very closely and observed the big man slowly take in what had just been said. "A strip search...? I can watch...?" Lomand nodded, trying not to smile. "That's correct. Sir. You won't be allowed in the same room of course but you will be able to observe everything through a 2-way mirror as part of our detainee protection code." "And my boy won't know I'm there?" asking Jack, his mind starting to race and his pulse quicken. He started to feel a tightness in his jeans. Lomand smiled. "That's right Mr. Sawyer, he'll have no idea that you were ever here at all, if that's what you wish." "Er, yes, Officer Lomand....um, can I call you, Bill? That's exactly what I want," said Jack, noting the Officer's name badge. "Of course...happy to oblige..." Lomand watched Jack lick his lips expectantly and decided to test his suspicion. He lowered his voice conspiratorially. "Actually, it's all rather silly really. I picked up your boy as I thought I saw the outline of a weapon in his jeans but of course, I realize now that it wasn't a weapon at all..... Anyway now that I've started the process, it's awkward for me to stop it. But as I said, as guardian of the lad, you are at liberty to protest against the search and I won't cause any obstacle...." Lomand waited, trying to put on a helpful look on his face. Jack kept his face neutral. "I think it's good that my boy learns from this experience. It will teach him to avoid weapons in the future...." Lomand continued to watch Jack carefully. "Well, if you wish, I won't make it intrusive then as it may cause the lad some of pain.... So it's up to you to decide as his guardian...." Jack tried to be casual through his burgeoning excitement. "Well.....er..I guess as he's a fit muscular boy, a bit of discomfort won't do him any harm. He's a strong boy so I want him to get a bit hard to deal with life...." Lomand took a risk and reached down to casually rub his groin. "Take it from me, getting hard is not a problem for your boy...". Jack looked steadily back at Lomand and rubbed his own bulge. "Oh, and by the way, please, call me Jack." Both men smiled and shook hands. ******************************************************** After Coach Peterson had received the news about Matt, he thought of going to the police station to offer any support to Matt and Jack that he could. Firstly though, he made his way to the locker room to shower and freshen up after the most enjoyable wet dream he just had. He had stripped off his top and sweats and was just about to remove his cum stained jockstrap when he noticed Timmy, who was sitting in the far corner, almost out of sight. The blond haired lad was still in his shorts staring into space; his expression slightly melancholy. Peterson felt a pang of concern. Had his selfish perversion mentally damaged the boy he wondered? Would the boy lodge a complaint? The man approached the lad. As he approached, Timmy saw him and pulled himself together and jumped to his feet, his hands behind him. "Er...Hi Timmy. I thought you'd have showered and been gone from here by now." The 14 year old looked at the big man, his eyes wide and slightly distracted. "Hi Coach.....I dunno. I guess I was just thinking about things...." Peterson glanced down at the boy's groin. The front of the boy's shorts was very soiled and still quite damp and the stains down the kid's legs showed where the streams of cum were still drying. The boy had obviously not tried to wash or dry himself up. "Please, Timmy, sit down" Despite himself, the man couldn't help feeling a tightness develop in his jock pouch as he looked upon the cute boy in his small tight white shorts with a stained damp bulge at the front. "Look Timmy, if it's about the rope exercise earlier.....I mean, you've nothing to be upset about or ashamed of...... " A tiny spark of hope glimmered in Timmy's eyes. "Really Coach. Do you really think so? I thought you'd be mad cos I.......you know....lost control......" "Hey Timmy- don't even think about it. It's natural for young lads to cum. All boys need to orgasm. Perhaps it was my fault for asking you to do the exercise too long. I know the exercise takes a lot of discipline..." All this talk about cumming with the young school lad was starting to make Peterson's jock pouch swell even larger. He noticed the lad kept reluctantly glancing at his pouch which excited him even more. "But I, you know, lost control too soon and without your permission......" Peterson was suddenly confused. "er......you don't need my permission son...." Longing burned in Timmy's eyes. "My Dad punishes me if I cum before he gives me permission..." "Oh.......................I see....," said Peterson in a very small voice, his mind reeling and his cock jerking and swelling further from this revelation. "Of course, you must obey your Father, son." Peterson knew he had to choose his words carefully. The lad nodded. "Er....how does he punish you?" Timmy looked up at Peterson, unsure whether to say anything. The fact that Peterson looked like the first person who cared, made Timmy crumble. "He hits my balls with the back of a metal spoon." Peterson stifled a moan of lust as an image formed in his mind of the blond kid screaming in pain while lying on his back holding his knees wide giving full access to a man thwacking the boy's big balls and young thick cock. And of course, Peterson realized, the boy would be beaten where no one would see any marks...... He felt a bit sorry for the kid, but like Jack Sawyer, he firmly believed that it was the right of any man to do what the hell he liked to his boy. Now that he knew the boy was being physically and sexually abused at home, it made it easier to do what he wanted. "Well son, in my book, the more a boy can cum, the better." He kneeled down before the shy lad and parted the kid's knees wide. He reached for the boy's damp bulge. 10 minutes later, the locker room was filled with the high pitched rapid panting and moaning of a 14 year old boy... ******************************************************** Matt's abs rippled gorgeously under his smooth tight skin as he tried to twist and turn and wrench away from the pinching clutching fingers of the hobo. The cell room rang with the lad's moans and groans as the tramp assaulted the young lad's nipples. "Nooooo.....aaaaaargggghhhh..........unnnnnghhhh....please- don't....stop...aaaaargghhh" Ennis leaned against the wall, smiling at the lad's discomfort. "Such lovely muscles...," crooned the tramp as he started to rub his palm along the boy's tight undulating abs. The drunk's eyes fell upon the bulge in Matt's tight jeans and they widened. With surprising speed, the old man fell to his knees, snaked a hand through the bars and between the boy's legs and up to grab the back of the boy's jeans and pull him fast against the bars. With his other hand, the man started to gently rub the bulge back and forward. "Mmmm. I think you have a lovely present for me don'tcha my boy? And what a lovely big package it is. I wonder what's in it." The man started to knead the bulge; working it with his hard grimy fingers. "Nooooo...please...noooo...", moaned the teen. "Mmm. Something definitely big, hard and juicy in there....." "Unnnghhh...no...don't...," moaned Matt, trying to ignore the deliciously pleasurable feelings coming from his groin. The man pressed his nose against Matt's basket and inhaled long and noisily. "I smell sweet meat.....thick and fresh....and....moist." The old tramp looked up at the lad and licked his lips. "I can smell your juices boy....." Matt looked down at the hobo with wide, horrified eyes. The tramp reached up and unfastened the top button of the boy's jeans with his left hand then returned it to feeling up the boy's private organ through the thin denim material. "What a lovely throat full it will be...," moaned the man almost to himself. ".....I want your thick boy cream...." Matt looked down in dread, shaking his head. "Please mister...don't...." "...wanna chew on your fat juicy knob head...." Matt pleaded with Ennis. "Please sir, stop him. It's not right. You can't let him do this to me...! "....gonna push my fingers up your tight, sticky boy hole...." Ennis smiled and looked away. The tramp unfastened the second button and then resumed his molestation. The tramp's manipulation of Matt's cock caused it to swell and thicken against the lad's will and push further down his tight pants leg. "Oh my, what a feast this will be...," grunted the hobo. The tramp popped the third metal fly button revealing the thick strong base of the schoolboy's growing hard on and nestled just behind the lad's thick meaty stalk were large roiling balls. "Nooooo........Unnnnghhhh..." "Oh lordy...," moaned the man. As the tramp wrestled with the fourth button Lomand walked in. Ennis snapped to. The fat policeman took in the situation in an instant. Whilst he would have loved to watch the show along with Ennis, he had his own plans for the kid and they didn't include Ennis or the drunk.. "What the fuck....? Ennis, get the kid ready. Get his t-shirt back on. It's time for his interview." ******************************************************** Jack sat alone in the observation room; a large wall sized window looked into the interview room which only contained a table near to the window, two chairs and recording equipment. His heart was beating with excitement. He'd never seen another man touching his son intimately before. So often had it fed his unnatural visions and now he would realise it. The interrogation room door opened and Matt entered followed by Lomand. The room they had entered was hot and sticky and somewhere a fly buzzed lazily. They sat down facing each other across the table. Matt was looking down in shame that he was in this position. "You know now Matt, that you must tell me the whole truth and nothing but the truth. Everything you say will be recorded and if it's found out that you lied whilst under oath, you will be in very serious trouble." The boy nodded meekly. "What exactly were you doing in the Church with Father Bryce?" Matt was in terrible conflict. He wanted so desperately to hide the terrible perverted pleasure that he felt when he was felt up by his teacher, Father Bryce and even Office Lomand himself. He hated the feeling of forbidden pleasure in each case. He knew it must be wrong. It was not asked for and in each case he felt it had been forced upon him and he didn't particularly like the men involved and so he was at a loss to explain the wanton pleasure that coursed through his loins other than the fact that he must be perverted and a terrible disappointment in God's eyes. As for his Father, he would rather die than be a disappointment to him. "Please Sir, don't let my Dad know anything about this will you?" trembled the boy, his eyes welling up. Lomand's fat stubby cock was already throbbing in his pants at the power he now had over the good looking teen. "If you tell the whole truth, and do as you're told, I won't need to tell him you were here at all....," said Lomand, sincerely. He felt he didn't need to mention that it was because his father was on the other side of the mirror watching. At this, Matt gave up the struggle and burst into racking sobs and told the officer (and tape recorder) everything from the time he was first assaulted by Johnson, the English Teacher and how his guilt drove him to Father Bryce for help. Lomand felt his fat stubby cock burp with pre-cum as Matt told him what Bryce did to exorcize the demons within him. On the other side of the mirror, Jack stood stunned, his mouth opened. He could see his son was very upset but, as he couldn't hear what was being said, he had no idea what the problem was. His father's heart went out to Matt and he wanted to rush in and protect him and make things better. At the same time, he was wondering when the strip search was going to start. Lomand breathed in deeply, savouring what was going to happen next. "OK boy, stand up and face the mirror- hands behind your head." On the other side of the mirror, Jack watched in increasing lust as Lomand stood behind his boy and slipped both hands under the front of the teens cut off t-shirt and wantonly felt the boy's torso up. Jack could see from the closed eyes of the cop and the expression of lustful pleasure, that Lomand was very much enjoying running his hands all over his son's muscular chest and pinching the kid's nipples. Although Jack couldn't hear anything, it was clear that his son was emitting yelps of pain and the discomfort that he was feeling was clearly etched on the boy's screwed up eyes. Matt's father drank in the unfolding scene. He loved the sight of the uniformed man molesting his boy's chest; it was a dream coming true. Jack licked his lips and worked his package as he saw Lomand lift the front of the tank top up and hook it behind Matt's head to fully expose the boy's well defined chest and abs. He groaned with lust when Lomand kneeled down behind Matt and snaked a hand between the boy's sturdy legs and up to paw and feel the lad's groin. He saw his son standing in the room with his hands on his head, flushed and sweating and looking mortified while the man continued to fully massage the boy's healthy teen bulge. Jack worked his big basket and was breathing heavily as he watched Lomand manipulate his boy's most private area. Inside the hot interrogation room, Matt could not believe all this was happening to him. He was being strip searched by a police officer (though so far very little had been done in the way of actual searching). He sadly realised that the devil must still be in his body as he continued to feel wave after wave of delicious pleasure as the officer kept squeezing and rubbing and feeling up his groin. Matt closed his eyes in ecstasy and tried to stop involuntary moans of pleasure from escaping his lips as the cop kept massaging the length of his young thick meat. "Now, I want to see the size of your weapon boy...," husked the lust driven man. The fat officer was breathing heavily as he reached up from behind the boy and starting unbuttoning the kid's flies. "Oh yes.....," moaned Jack Sawyer, his eyes fixed on the scene as he worked the obscene lump at the front of his jeans. Matt was mortified as the man slowly unbuttoned his flies and there was nothing he could do to stop it...... ******************************************************** Whilst Lomand was performing his civic duty, back in the boy's locker room at the local school, Peterson looked down on the 14 year old lad who sat on the edge of the locker bench with his back leaning against the metal locker door, his legs spread wide. His eyes were closed in bliss and his fit young body still trembled slightly in the aftermath of a powerful orgasm. His smooth young torso was shiny with perspiration. He still wore his tight white shorts but the thick prominent bulge in front of them was absolutely drenched by another flooding of the lad's fluids. The bulging fabric of the kid's jockstrap could be clearly seen behind the thin material made translucent by the lad's juices. A thick string of viscous boy syrup descended slowly from the saturated bulge toward the tiled floor of the locker room. Fresh streams of creamy fluid trickled slowly down the lad's legs and soaked into his white socks. "Did you enjoy that, son?" asked Peterson gently. Timmy slowly open his blue eyes and nodded very shyly. He was unused to being asked if he liked such things. The Coach realised he might as well make use of the boy who was clearly being regularly abused anyway and stepped closer to the lad, his throbbing bulging jock pouch just in front of the boy's face.. "Then I think one good turn deserves another then, don't you?" The boy's eyes looked up uncertainly but with increasing resignation at the man's bulging pouch just inches from his mouth. The blond kid knew what was expected and with no expression, simply nodded slowly. As the boy reached up and slowly pulled down Peterson's jockstrap, the man wondered what exactly went on in the lad's home. "Do you like sucking your Daddy's cock, Timmy?" asked the Coach gently. The boy looked up at Peterson and shrugged in a sad sort of way. "It's OK I guess. You get used to it..." As the boy slowly pulled the Coach's jockstrap down, Peterson's thick 8" man log sprang up and hit the boy's chin with a thud. "Suck it, Timmy. There's a good boy.....show me how you can really impress your Coach..." Timmy could not completely encompass the man's cock with his small hand and the lad had to stretch his mouth very wide to accommodate Peterson's bloated cockhead. As soon as the head slid into the lad's mouth, Peterson knew that whether the kid enjoyed sucking a man's cock or not, he was a fucking master at it. "Ohhhhh, fuck...!!!" moaned the man as the 14 year old lad worked on his knobhead with his tongue and the walls of his cheeks. The man put his hands behind the boy's head and started to push his thick , eight inch piece of meat deeper into the lad's tight, convulsing throat. Looking down he watched as his fat, veiny pole slid into the young lad's obscenely stretched mouth. The man moaned with sublime pleasure as his throbbing meat stretched the boy's mouth and throat. He started to slowly thrust it in and out of the kid's mouth. As the man's slab of meat pistoned in and out of the boy's face, Timmy's piercing blue eyes looked up at Peterson that almost made the man come there and then. 6 inches deep in the lad's mouth, Peterson felt it hitting the back of the boy's throat and Timmy started to gag which turned the man on even more. Peterson grabbed chunks of the boy's blond hair and pulled Timmy's head on to his massive log. "Oh, yes, Timmy, that's a good boy. Take it down your lovely young throat son...that's it.....oh yeah....that feels soooo good....," moaned the man as he pulled hard on the back of the kid's head. ******************************************************** Inside the interrogation room Matt had his back to the mirror and was touching his toes, or rather holding his ankles with his feet spread apart. Lomand leaned over him, levering his fingers into the lad's most private of entrances, grunting with the exertion. The tight slick anus of the bent over schoolboy caused Lomand to dribble with lust as he worked his fingers ever deeper into the boy's innards. It provided a beautiful sight for any observer in the observation room..... Matt gasped in pain as Officer Lomand worked two of his stubby strong fingers into the fit schoolboy's tight moist anus. "Aaaaarghhh.....God....please...no.....it hurts so much....arraggh.....unnnghhh," wailed the boy. The officer longed to grab the teen boy's fat, low hanging balls and exert sublime pain on the kid. Equally, he wanted to grab the lad's thick cock that was swinging pendulously between Matt's muscular legs and pull back the heavy foreskin and chew the fat cockhead to really make the boy scream but did not dare as his father was watching and it hardly could be justified as part of the search. He was wishing he hadn't invited Jack to witness the strip search. Bit by bit, the man's thick fingers sunk deeper and deeper into the hot sticky interior of the teen boy's body. On the other side of the mirror, Jack was unable to contain himself and he ripped his flies open and hauled out his fast thickening pole of meat. He spat on his hand and then worked his fat member to its full 9 inch length. Using both hands, Jack worked his massive tool as he watched his helpless son being violated. "Oh fuck.....yessss........Deeper....deeper...," muttered Jack, his eyes fixated on Lomands fingers which were buried in the boy's sphincter up to the second knuckle. He could see the fingers were coated with the boy's ass juices and he involuntarily licked his lips. "Noooooooooo! Aaaarggghhhh!" screamed Matt has he felt the fingers advance into the depths of his body. He felt like he was being ripped apart. "I......know....you've got something...up...there...," grunted Lomand. The officer certainly knew what he was looking for as his fingers probed and poked inside the youngster's fiery interior. Suddenly, Lomand found it. His greasy fingers felt the walnut sized item and started to press and poke and rub it for all he was worth. Matt felt the world turn. One moment he was in blinding pain; the next, a hot wave of bladder bursting pleasure radiated outward from his innards and behind his balls. He moaned long and deep as his brain was buffeted by the lustful feelings of pure pleasure. "Unnnnnghh.....oh...god......please......mmmmmmmmm......," gurgled the kid as the officer continued to molest and maul the boy's most sacred of switches. Matt's cock swelled and started to rapidly lengthen in response to the amazingly good feelings that were washing through him. Lomand's eyes widened as he saw the boy's organ jerk and grow. He grunted with lust as he saw the kids full, fat cockhead slowly unpeel from the fleshy protective covering of the heavy foreskin. The officer started to long finger fuck the moaning lad; pulling his fingers almost completely out of the kid's anus to ram them back as deeply as possible to repeatedly hit the boy's pleasure nut. "Aaaaargggh....unnnghhhh...." "Stand up boy!" husked Lomand, his fingers still third knuckle deep, massaging and poking. The boy stood upright, his legs still spread. "Oh my fucking God", moaned Lomand as he stared at Matt's cock. Virtually 7 inches of thick, jerking, throbbing meat slapped up against the boy's tight defined abs. The fat, red helmet of the boy's equipment was fully unsheathed by the foreskin. It was shiny and slippery from young male syrup oozing slowly from a wide juicy piss slit. Lomand was transfixed as he watched the light sweet oil start to languidly slide down the thick shaft of the boy's meaty member. Overwhelmed by the pleasure that flowed through his cock and balls and arse, Matt unconsciously spread his legs wider, allowing the man to really impale him. In the observation room, Jack felt himself nearly burst with pride and lust as he gazed at his son's fine thick erection. He continued to work his meaty log. "Oh my boy.....," whispered Jack; his eyes never leaving his son's jerking cock. The officer pushed the boy right up against the mirror with his left arm. He bent his legs slightly to get a better ankle and then drove forward with his fingers to deeply excavate the fiery furnace of the boy's slippery tunnel and to truly work the boy's heavy fucknut. Matt's stiff thick 7" cock was trapped between his hard abs and the mirror. The drooling pre-cum was sliming the mirror as the man worked the boy's jerking body from behind like a glove puppet. The kid felt bubbling tickles of incipient orgasm behind his balls as the man continued to abuse his inner pleasure organ. "Unnnnghhhhh.....oh god.......aaaaahhhhh....mmmmm......" The boy threw his head back, his eyes closed and gave into the churning waves of pleasure that swept through his groin and rippled out towards his hands and feet. Jack could take no more of this. He fell to his knees, his mouth inches away from his teenaged son's drooling, throbbing meat. He started to lick the glass in total lust; his mind transported by the horny sight of his son being blatantly abused and molested. "Shoot...boy...shoot...," moaned Jack as he licked the glass between his tongue and the kid's thick jerking meat. ******************************************************** Peterson moaned continuously, his head thrown back, his eyes closed in ecstasy as he frenziedly face fucked the blond boy, the kid's head held in a vice grip by the man's hands. He felt the tight young throat constricting his thick cock; trying to eject it, yet having the effect of pushing him closer to orgasm. "Oh yes...you lovely boy...suck my cock....take it...oh yeah....," groaned the Coach as he repeatedly rammed the helpless boy's head continuously with his thick 8" man log, impaling it again and again. Ropey drools of saliva poured from the boy's mouth to fall on the tiled floor of the deserted locker room. The boy's stifled choking was virtually drowned out by the man's lustful moans. The man was almost blinded by the huge exploding waves of pleasure as his impending orgasm reached tipping point. Peterson knew the time had come. With one mighty pull on the kid's head, he held the boy's face tight against his groin. He threw his head back and screamed with pleasure as the first almighty jet of cum shot down the boy's convulsing throat. The man then grabbed the boy's hair and pulled the kids head off his pulsing log and pointed his cockhead right at the boy's face as the second jet shot out and drenched the young lad's face with thick white slimy man syrup. The big Coach held the boy's head fast as jet after jet of thick man juice spurted directly at the kid's head, coating the lad's face again and again, the thick creamy man cum flooding down Timmy's neck and chest..... ******************************************************** The interrogation room of the small police building resonated with the low moaning sounds of a teen lad in a state of absolute ecstasy, his naked fit body sweating and trembling on the verge of orgasm as the Police officer repeatedly impaled him with three thick fingers up to the third knuckle, rubbing and mauling and mashing the kids fuck nut. Matt's throbbing, seven inch cock was drenched in sticky male syrup which burped out continuously from the sizzling juicy piss slit. Jack Sawyer was panting and gasping; kneeling on the other side of the mirror trying in vain to lick his boy's clear honey which dripped slowly down on the other side of the glass mirror. He knew he was close as he worked his big throbbing tool with his hands. He also knew his boy was close; he could tell from the lad's swollen throbbing cockhead and the look of pure bliss on the school kid's face. Lomand was sweating and panting from the exertion of frigging the lad's fuck nut. He angled his arm to give maximum leverage and power as he drove his fingers to the deepest part of the kids guts. Matt lost it. "Oh God..........!!!!!!! Unnnnnnnggggghhhhh!" wailed the boy. Jack moaned loudly with lustful pleasure and anticipation as he saw Matt's jerking cockhead swell even further before jet after jet of thick, creamy boy sauce geysered up out of the lad's wide, bubbling piss slit and fountained upward between the cold glass and the boy's defined pecs and abs. The glass steamed up where the hot cum splashed. Again and again, teen spunk spurted upward from the lad's jerking pumping cock. Lomand almost winced in pain as the boy's powerful rectal muscles clamped down convulsively on his fingers. "Unnnnggggghhhh, uuuunnnnggghh...," moaned the teen boy in complete ecstasy as the officer's rubbing, squeezing fingers continued to send signals to his juicy balls to pump out their payload of creamy ambrosia. It triggered Jack off and, with a guttural moan, he shot thick ropey jets of cum up the glass to match his son's spewing cock. He kept licking the glass instinctively as he tried to taste, and swallow, his lad's spurting juices.... ******************************************************** That evening, as Jack Sawyer waited for his son to come home, he thought back on events. He was more than happy to pay money for a copy of the tape that Lomand made of the interview. He slipped the tape into a player and listened.... Chapter 6 It was late when the 16 year old lad walked down the street to his house. Matt was very tired. His anus, balls and gut ached terribly from the experience in the prison cell. His confused mind still couldn't understand why he had been stopped on his way back from the church. He couldn't fathom what the officer was looking for and, most of all; he was very troubled that he experienced so much pleasure from what the Officer did. He kept sniffing back welling tears of shame as he remembered shooting his uncontrolled pleasure all up the floor to ceiling mirror. He clung desperately to the advice he received from Father Bryce. He remembered asking Father Bryce if it was wrong to feel the immense pleasure that radiated out from his anus when the priest worked the thick candle in and out of his tight young chute. Father Bryce had told him the pleasure was God's touch and that there was nothing to worry about if a man who touched him was doing so as part of simply doing his job (and of course, Bryce used himself as the example- to remove the taint from the English teacher who had wantonly abused the lad in a way which had nothing to do with teaching English). The lad started to relax when he remembered that this must apply to a doctor examining his body, or a Coach showing him how to train his body, or even a Police Officer who had to conduct a search.... Yes....the handsome athletic lad breathed more easily as he realized Father Bryce's advice was clearly sound. He slid his key into the front door of his house and fervently hoped his Dad would be asleep by now. Tiptoeing through, he made it half way up the stairs when he almost jumped out of his skin when he father spoke to him from out of the darkness! "Hey, son, why so late? I was waiting up for you." Jack caught the momentary look of dread cross his son's eyes and the struggle his son made as he tried to mask the terrible shame of being stopped and searched by the police. He also knew his son would never lie to him and he knew that part of the dread would be to have to tell his father everything if asked. He saw the lad's eyes turn bright with tears that threatened to rise up in his dark eyes. The big man's heart trembled at the sight of his distressed son. Whilst his lust for the boy burned as brightly, his father's heart was rent asunder and in a split second, his mind flew over all that he felt when he listened to the tape recording of the boy's sobbing confessions. Jack recalled how proud he felt of his son for being honest with the Police even though it broke the lad's heart to confess his shame. But above all, he felt his love for his son bursting through when he heard the lad begging Lomand not to tell his father about what had happened. Most boy's would run to their parents if they had suffered a fraction of what Matt suffered but his boy wanted to protect his Father from the anguish and embarrassment of his son being arrested. He decided what he was going to do. "Never mind son, I'm sorry to pry; I didn't mean to. You go off to bed now and I just wanted to say..........I love you very much." Matt looked in awe of his Dad as though he couldn't quite take it all in and then, his handsome face slowly broke into a most glorious smile that lengthened Jack's thick cock in double quick time. "Gee, I love you too, Dad," murmured Matt, almost shyly. Matt was overcome and could no longer look directly at his Dad whom he worshipped. He cast around for somewhere else to look when his eyes lighted on the glass of liquid that Jack had been generating over the course of his lust driven musings. "What's that Dad?" asked Matt, hoping to deflect the heat and intensity of the emotional moment. Jack almost forgot about it. He reached for the glass full of cum and held it out for the lad. "Here Matt- drink this up. It's a protein drink. I've made it and have been saving it for you all day. It's good for your muscle building". The man felt his cock swell and throb in his shorts as he watched Matt obediently take the glass and swallow the contents in four large gulps. Matt handed the glass back while licking his young lips. "Did you like that Matt?" "Sure Dad- if it's good for my muscles then that's great isn't it?" The boy's open trusting eyes made Jack's love and lust burst brightly within him and he wanted to rip the lad's clothes off there and then and fuck him hard and deep. In his mind, he imagined himself catching Matt halfway up the stairs, ripping his jeans and jock off and greasing him up and..... ........Jack jerked himself back to the moment. All in good time, he told himself... "Sure is son; that's all that matters. And there's plenty more where that came from. You go get some sleep now; school tomorrow, buddy." "Night, Dad!" Matt continued up the stairs to his bedroom, his mind amid the clouds. Despite the terrible things that had happened to him during the day, Matt decided it was the best day he could ever remember in his young life. As Matt continued up the stairs, Jack looked at Matt's tight butt and groaned silently to himself knowing that he wore no jock underneath the thin tight denim. He had an idea how he could next get to taste the deep spicy valley that lay between the lad's firm young cheeks and gulp more of the fresh sweet cream that bubbled in his lad's full balls. Before he went to bed, he rang Peterson and asked him not to let on to Matt that they both knew that he'd been arrested. Jack smiled and pawed his bulging crotch as he began telling Peterson of the boy's strip search. Peterson listened on the other end of the phone, his thick meaty cock swelling and jerking in his sweats as Jack described how the young fit lad was molested and abused by the cop. He couldn't help letting out a moan of lust as Jack described how the officer had his way with the young defenseless lad. Both men moaned and panted into the phones whilst upstairs, in his bedroom, Matt slipped reluctantly into troubled sleep, his mind filled with unspoken yearnings and lusts which threw the lad's mind into further confusion. ******************************************************** Young Timmy's homecoming contrasted to that of Matt's. His brutish stepfather was livid that his son was not at home to make his supper. The fact that his stepfather was drunk did not help matters. Sadly, for Timmy, the man had noted the sticky dampness in the lad's groin and had smelt the familiar smell of the boy's cum. This was another reason for punishment. The man's stiff cock had leaked in anticipation of what he was going to do to punish the boy for not being home to make him his tea and apparently cumming without his permission. [Q6qhMBAcwqpBaXuYKIxqiyVgEAY6lhacYk-5yy-r9BXxW1b0D8EVvSQBpZ1Dt3xyaZBQBW7z2nOlTh tLbFEoTp8Ad0epYoVG_MoTFeRzghCU9nz8VnKY-y5c3YvN6lZo17TsEERMyaG0MnKIe1j8mg] Timmy had lain on the floor where the man had pushed him, shuddering and moaning as the man had roughly pulled the kids hips up and yanked down the boy's jeans and jockstrap and then manipulated his young cock and balls and reamed his exposed quivering chute entrance; forcing his strong muscular tongue into the lad's tight trembling sphincter and making the lad give up the last of his cum from his straining balls. Timmy had known what was going to happen next and tears welled up in his eyes but it was nothing really new. He had been treated worse in the past and it was part of his life ever since his real father had passed away when he was six. The man had balled up the lad's damp stained jockstrap and worked it into the kid's mouth to smother the screams that would shortly follow. Young Timmy had closed his eyes tightly and held the image of his real father as he remembered him. Timmy desperately needed a Hero. The man had pushed Timmy's balls up from between the kids legs and raised the spoon with the other hand and momentarily paused, savoring the moment of anticipation before the spoon commenced its downward direction. As the back of the spoon had thudded against Timmy's exposed balls, the first of many muffled high pitched screams came from the jerking lad beneath him. The man was experienced enough to know how to angle to spoon to elicit the highest screams of pain. The man closed his eyes and moaned in pleasure at the sounds coming from his boy. For the man, this was far far better than sex..... ******************************************************** MONDAY MORNING "Hey son, you're early. You've got another hour before needing to go off". "Yeah, Dad, I couldn't sleep after.....you know....," said the lad, blushing slightly. Jack slowly appraised his handsome son; noting how smart he looked in the white school shirt with red and blue tie. More particularly, he liked the way the tight black school trousers hugged his boy's crotch lovingly, emphasizing that his child was definitely all male.... "Well then son, you know the rules; just your jockstrap on whilst in the house. OK?" Matt couldn't pretend he wasn't told. "Yes Sir." said the lad, wearing a resigned look on his face. As he turned to go up the stairs to his bedroom, his father stopped him. "It's alright, son. Strip here." As the fit boy slowly undressed, the man simply looked at him, admiring the show. Jack never tired of seeing his lad unclothed. He always admired the 16 year old's broad shoulders, defined chest and emerging 6 pack and felt very proud at how his son followed his passion for weight training. The boy stood almost naked in front of the man, feeling a bit self conscious. The young athletic teenager stood before the big man, a perfect model of vitality and good looks. The smoothness of the boy's skin, together with his fine male musculature and white flashing teeth sent daggers of lust deep into the man's churning balls. "Oh yes, Matt....; that's much, much better. You're doing well...," said Jack, as he slowly appraised the boy's finely muscled torso. "Your thigh muscles are coming on well," said the man as an excuse to surreptitiously feast his eyes on the teenager's full, bulging jockstrap pouch and he cleared his voice to subdue his rising lust. Despite feeling slightly awkward standing in front of his Dad almost naked, Matt beamed from the praise and tensed his abs and puffed his chest to further impress his Dad whom he loved beyond words. "Yes, son, you're making great progress," muttered Jack as he unconsciously licked his lips and reluctantly tore his eyes away to look up at his boy's happy, handsome face. "Oh, by the way, Coach Peterson rang. He wanted to know if you could drop by his place for a workout session this evening. Seems you're his favorite pupil since he mentioned a new workout routine he wants you to start on...." Matt was immediately interested. "Wow! Which muscle group does it exercise, Dad?" "Don't know son, but the Coach says it's very special and works muscles that are difficult to get to. Whatever it is, you make sure you do everything Coach tells you, and I mean EVERYTHING. OK?" "Yes, Sir," grinned Matt. He felt a warm glow that the Coach should lavish such attention on him. It also meant that he got to develop his body more so that would hopefully make his Father even more proud of him. He very much looked forward to the evening... ******************************************************** Monday afternoon was the favorite time of the week for Coach Peterson. It was filled with gym and swimming lessons for the 14 and 16 year old lads. Peterson was particularly looking forward to seeing Matt at the swimming classes later on. In the meantime, it was an opportunity for him to further his vocational drive to help the lads understand and train their bodies to achieve the desired results. Even now, in his office, he was explaining to young Timmy the techniques to control his body. The blond, bare-chested lad was standing with his back against the wall, his hands on the top of his head whilst the big man was just in front of him explaining the correct techniques. The boy was panting from his exertions and his young lean athletic torso was perspiring; beads of sweat were trickling down his tight smooth stomach. His open innocent face was desperate to take on the Coach's advice. "Now Timmy, you first need to take deep breaths to avoid all the panting..." "Y...yyy...yessir...," gulped the boy. "That's it lad. No...don't take your hands away from the top of your head. That's it... Now whatever your body is feeling, you must separate your mind from it...." "Ooh...uunngh......urgh...," gurgled the lad as he desperately tried to obey the man's advice. "Yes...lad, you're doing well. Now look at me. That may help you control yourself..." As Timmy's open blue eyes started to glaze over and flutter upwards, the man could see that the boy was close to losing control. "Keep going boy, you've nearly broken your record....." The lad squirmed and moaned as he desperately tried following the man's advice. With a mighty effort, the sweating, moaning lad redoubled his efforts and held out. The man also redoubled his own efforts and, sliding his left hand down inside the back of the lad's shorts and over the lad's tight firm buns, he pushed his thick third finger between the lad's tight quivering buttocks and plunged it deep into the boy's tight, hot sweating anus to work the young lad's roiling fuck nut. His right hand continued to work inside the front of Timmy's tight gym shorts, gripping, squeezing and massaging the 14 year old's thick, throbbing teen meat through the teenager's drooling sticky jockstrap pouch. The boy's blue eyes widened and he gasped loudly as the Coach's thick finger impaled him. "Aaarrrghhhh.....Unnnghh....aaarghh...uuurgghhh..", groaned the cute blond boy. The stretched jock pouch mesh rubbed hard against the boy's swollen cockhead, causing tremendous waves of singing pleasure to cascade through his throbbing oozing teen cock making it impossible for Timmy to not close his eyes and loudly moan his pleasure. "Unnnnnghhhh.....uuurgggghhh.....aaaaahhhhhh...!" Timmy was overwhelmed by the torrent of pure ecstasy that burst upwards from between his legs and deep in his anus. The young lad's eyes glazed over and the boy's panting became loud and rapid. "Uuuurgghh....aaarrrggghhhh...noooo....aaaaah....," moaned the kid as his lower regions were mercilessly worked and manipulated. The big man's thick, probing finger proved too much for the boy and, wailing his loss of control, the lad's hips started jerking uncontrollably as he spurted again and again into his jock and the big man's massaging hand. The man licked his lips as his thick, probing finger was clutched tightly by the youngster's fiery, slick, velvety tunnel in spasmodic bursts as the boy orgasmed mightily. "Yes....enjoy the fruits of your labor my boy...," breathed the man as he felt the large drooling pouch pulse in his squeezing hand and fountains of hot sticky young cream spurt into his squeezing, clutching palm. Cum ran down the lad's legs and soaked into the boy's socks as both the Coach's hands continued to work inside the boy's shorts. "Unnghh...unngghh...!" gurgled the schoolboy as he leaned against the wall, his eyes tightly closed and his hands still on the top of his head as the man's big hands continued to work the boy's lower regions... For three long minutes, the man continued to squeeze, work and rub the lad's drenched bulging jockstrap pouch whilst repeatedly impaling the boy's tight and spasmodically clenching anus with his thick finger which was now slippery with the young lad's ass juices. "Unnnnggghhh...please..s.sir..nooo....unnnghh," moaned the quivering, impaled boy, his hands still clasped tightly on top of his head, as the rubbing and clutching of the big man's calloused hand kept the kid on a quivering high. Eventually, Peterson was satisfied that the boy had given him all he could and withdrew his hands, wiping both of them over the front of the boy's sweating chest. "You can take a shower now Timmy and.....well done; you lasted longer than last time." Chapter 7 After Matt left for school, Jack Sawyer poured himself a beer and played back the tape recording of his son's interview. As he listened again to the sobbing confessions of his boy about how his English Teacher molested him and how he allowed himself to enjoy it caused Jack to start rubbing his full crotch. Then, hearing the lad explain what happened and how Father Bryce had to save his soul he couldn't help unzipping his flies and hauling out his thick throbbing meat and stroking his huge thickening member. As the sounds of his son's moaning filled the room, Jack closed his eyes and replayed the scene in the interrogation room of his fit naked boy, pressed against the two way wall mirror whilst the perverted fat cop molested and abused the helpless lad. Jack's mighty cock drooled as he recalled the officer's fat fingers thrusting and forcing their way up into the kid's tight young anus causing the boy to scream in pain at first......and then how the schoolboy's thick cock jerked and swelled mightily in response to the rough stimulation of his young fuck nut by the cop's fat fingers as they pushed and probed deep within the lad's innards. "Oh yeah....oh yeah......," moaned the man as he wanked off to the sounds of his boy being hurt and pleasured by the cop in equal measure. As Matt's mounting scream of ecstasy filled the room, Jack came; grunting loudly, shooting his thick ropey cum all over the sofa.... After the man recovered, he got up and went to the bathroom. Looking up at the large hook he had fixed into the ceiling, he reached up and lifted himself up and down several times. The hook was firmly anchored. Jack grunted with satisfaction. If it takes his weight, it would easily take that of a 16 year old boy; even if the boy was swinging around..... Remembering the names of the men his son had divulged in the interrogation room, he looked up the numbers in the directory and reached for the phone.... ******************************************************** MONDAY AFTERNOON Monday afternoon in the sleepy quiet town of Briers Cross was proving just a little too quiet for Father Bryce as he pottered about the church ensuring everything was tidied up from the previous Sunday's sermon. As he swept the floor, his mind kept going back to the marvelous encounter he had with that stunning boy Matt Sawyer who had turned to him in desperation seeking salvation. He unconsciously licked his lips as he recalled how he thoroughly tasted the boy as part of the salvation process. His mouth watered as he relished again the savory, sweet juices that had coated the candle that he had used so vigorously.... The telephone rang in his office and, with a sigh, Bryce brought himself back to the present and answered the phone. "Yes, hello; this is Father Bryce..." As he listened, his eyes grew wider and he started nodding; a lascivious smiling slowing cracking his face whilst his cock started to fatten and lengthen under his habit. He slowly replaced the receiver, his cock twitching at the thought of next Friday evening... Over the course of the morning, Matt's English teacher, Mr. Johnson, Officer Lomand and, of course, Coach Peterson, also looked forward to Friday.... ******************************************************** Jones, the local chemist was busy taking stock in his small pharmacy. Monday morning was typically quiet for him and he enjoyed the quiet time to get his stock in place. He heard the door chime jingle and, standing up, he saw the big man enter. A smile broke out on his face. "Morning, Jack! Haven't seen you for a while. How are things?" "Fine Dave, fine thanks. How's the missus?" "Oh just dandy thanks Jack....so...what can I do for you? Haven't got a cold have you? I can recommend some throat pastilles that are particularly good....." "Nah- nothin like that Dave. Actually, I'm looking for something to help me sleep. I heard that Rohypnol is very good...?" "Sure thing, Jack as it's you, but remember, this is pretty powerful stuff. Don't mix it with alcohol; It can make you confused and plays merry hell with your memory..." Jack smiled broadly. "That's just fine by me Dave." ******************************************************** Coach Peterson walked into the boys locker room, his eyes taking in the heavenly sight of young lad's as they changed out of their school clothes and into their tight, lycra swimming trunks. Peterson always demanded that the boy's wear Speedos rather than shorts as they were more streamlined and allowed the boys to move with greater speed through the water. The fact that the sheer tight fitting costumes also very much enhanced the male outlines of the youngsters was, of course, an added bonus... The man's eyes scanned over the boys until he saw what he wanted. He paused, savoring the sight of Matt Sawyer as he was changing into his Speedos. Although the boy's back was to him, Peterson still very much, enjoyed the spectacle of the lad's young broad shoulders and narrow waist. "Jesus," he muttered to himself, as he watched the lad bend down to pull his Speedos up and over his tight bubble buttocks. The man nodded approvingly as the very tight, thin fabric molded to the young lad's rear. "Sawyer, in my office now, please." The hunky 16 year old looked over to the Coach. "Sure thing Coach," smiled Matt. Peterson sighed as he appraised the youngster. As always, the boy's glorious smile and white teeth as they shone out from behind perfect lips caused the Coach's cock to throb with need. Not for the first time, the man imagined the boy's lips wrapped around something thick and meaty... Coach Peterson feigned indifference as the almost naked lad walked slightly hesitantly into his office. "Er, hi Coach; what was it you wanted to speak to me about, Sir?" The handsome boy's face was a cock swelling image of masculinity, boyishness and total innocence and enthusiasm. His bright dark eyes spoke of eagerness and unspoken need... The lad's toned body was totally smooth and tanned by the summer's sun. Firm brown nipples crowned a broad, well defined chest and the gently rippled torso of the boy spoke of great flexibility and good diet. It narrowed to a 26 inch waist which drew the eager man's eyes to that place where the young lean torso ended and the sturdy well muscled thighs began. It was also that place that was barely covered by the sheer, almost translucent Speedos that the Coach found very difficult to avoid feasting his hungry eyes upon. The large contoured bulge where the thin fabric molded itself to the boy's anatomy, promised much... The man cleared his throat and huskily reminded Matt that he looked forward to showing him some special muscle training techniques in the evening. Matt felt his heart leap with enthusiasm and happiness. He very much admired and respected Coach Peterson and felt very honored to have the Coach take out his own time to train him on extra muscle building techniques. "Sure thing Coach; I'm really looking forward to it," grinned the boy. "So am I, my boy, so am I," smiled the Coach, his eyes again traveling up and down the 16 year old boy's smooth muscled torso. "Oh yes, and come lightly dressed. It'll be a heavy workout so you'll get quite a sweat up," added the man. "You only need a tank top and jock and shorts when you come round, OK?; In fact, come to think of it, as it's a hot summer evening this evening, ditch the top as you'll be too hot by the time you get to my place...," added the man. "Sure Coach- no probs," agreed Matt, his mind already excited on the thought of working out with Coach Peterson. "So which muscles will this training technique focus on?" "These are muscles which are inside your body and provide critical anchorage to your core set of muscles such as your abs." Peterson held his breath for a moment to gauge the boy's reaction. Matt had no idea what the man was talking about but was perfectly happy to accept what Peterson was saying as he trusted the Coach implicitly. "OK Coach; whatever you say I need to do." "That's my boy," said Peterson as he felt his heavy cock swell at the very thought of the handsome lad obeying his every command. ******************************************************** Timmy was almost finished dressing as the class above him was getting ready for their swimming lesson. At the Coach's call to one of the boy's, Timmy noticed Matt for the first time and immediately admired the older boy's physique and slight unconscious swagger. The young lad sighed and wished he had `that look' that would command respect. He noticed the way the Coach seemed to slowly look Matt up and down. Clearly the Coach respected Matt's build and wished fervently that Peterson would be equally respectful of his own. He resolved to talk to the older boy if he got the opportunity and see if he could get some hints on how to develop his body. Back at Timmy's home, his stepfather still seethed over the way his boy had flagrantly and willfully disobeyed him. His anger mounted as he recalled noticing the damp area at the front of the boy's jeans and how he had to rip the kids jeans down to find the young lad was wearing a cum sodden jockstrap. Although punishing the boy using his usual method (how he loved using that large metal spoon...), he was looking forward to using the boy in more inventive ways and the more he thought about it, the more he reasoned that he shouldn't be the only one to enjoy the cute kid's assets. And why not make some good money whilst he's at it, he mused.... He looked back at his secret stash of underground magazines and turned to the ads section. He thought for a moment. "Young lad is available to mature customer for fun. Negotiable terms... Yes...", he muttered. He picked up the phone and dialed... Monday - Late Afternoon Matt had jogged all the way to Peterson's house. He liked to jog and do anything that would build his muscles up and reduce any fat. He was glad he took the Coach's advice and came topless as he was perspiring quite hard and his young smooth torso was covered in a sheen of sweat which was soaking into the band of his jockstrap that just appeared over the low slung top of his light, tight running shorts. The young lad beamed up at the big man who opened the door. Peterson smiled a huge smile of welcome; his eyes gleamed in the evening light as he appraised the schoolboy in front of him. The man couldn't help feeling his thick cock swelling as he glanced over the young lad's fit body. Matt's broad and perfectly smooth toned chest and gently rippled torso sent needles of lust straight to the man's groin as did the sight of the young lad's full bulge straining at the front of the kid's tight shorts. The thought of what he would be soon doing to the boy made his shorts feel even tighter. "Hi there Matt; it's great to see you - you're looking fantastic; come on in..." The lad visibly puffed up with pride at the Coach's rare compliment and happily stepped over the threshold... ******************************************************** Chapter 8 The late afternoon sun bore down on the battered old car as it wound it's way along the dusty desert trail. The sun had recently set making the heat of the rapidly receding day more tolerable. Inside the car, a big unkempt looking man drove, whilst next to him, Timmy looked straight ahead, afraid to look at his father in case it gave him something to get angry about. Although only 14 years old, there was something in the boy's eyes that hinted at experiences others of his age shouldn't normally have... "Don't forget what I've told you. Don't upset him. Do exactly what he tells you. And be nice to him. If I hear you've upset him you know what I'll do don't you?" Timmy shrank down, feeling his balls contract. Yes. Timmy knew exactly what his step father would do... The boy was confused and uncertain and yet didn't want to upset the man if he could possibly avoid it. "But I don't know him. I don't understand why I have to visit him. Who is he?" "Oh for fuck sake. Er....he's your Uncle, OK?" The boy fell silent, trying to digest this new bit of information. "I know you've never met your Uncle Stan- but that's all the more reason to meet him isn't it? He's really looking forward to seeing you." The boy sighed, and turned to look out of the car window and went back to thinking how he could impress Coach Peterson further by finally managing to master the rope climbing exercise at school. The terrain was very dry and barren. No house stood for miles around. His step-father went on to explain that Uncle Stan lived alone since he retired from his life long job as builder near Las Vegas and enjoyed the open space and hunting in the wilderness. Never having been married, he was used to living alone which was why he was always glad of some company which is one of the reasons why he had promised this visit. The man smirked to himself. In accordance with the customer's request, he made sure the lad was dressed accordingly and in this case was a thin tank top, tight thin jeans and cowboy boots. He glanced down between the boy's legs and nodded in approval. He was confident the customer would also like what he saw... **************************************** Matt and Coach Peterson were standing in the basement of the house and the boy was listening raptly to the explanation that the man was giving him. In order to make the boy feel at ease, Peterson had also shucked off his top and, like the boy before him, only wore a pair of worn tight fitting workout shorts. Matt felt strangely thrilled as he felt the man's eyes roam over his chest and down his body. He put it down to pride that the Coach was admiring the hard work that he was putting into his workouts. As the man surreptitiously ran his eyes over the boy's body, Matt equally couldn't help being in awe at the huge build of the Coach. The lad's eyes were drawn to the brawny muscles of the big man and boy's eyes couldn't help looking admiringly over the big man's chest. Matt involuntarily glanced at the large bulge at the front of his Coach's shorts and his eyes widened at the fat length that was trapped behind the stretched cotton. He felt a flush spreading through his cheeks and quickly returned his gaze to the man's face, nodding his agreement to whatever the man was saying. "I imagine your Dad is very proud of your body and wants to support you in any way possible?" Matt felt waves of pride and happiness. "Yes Coach- my Dad is the best guy on earth," beamed the boy, his heart thumping. Peterson kept to the script he had agreed with Jack. "Now this new exercise method needs ongoing support from your Dad and it's important for him to do what's necessary to make a success of the new routine, OK?" "Absolutely, Sir". And Matt meant it. He worshiped the ground his Dad walked on and would do whatever he was told. He also felt that way about Peterson. As the big man started to explain how there were muscles deep within the abdomen that needed to be stretched and challenged, the boy nodded without too much comprehension. His complete faith in the Coach was enough for him and found himself nodding enthusiastically as the man explained that he would need to remove his shorts in order for the exercise to begin. "Now let me show you the exercise equipment you would be using," said Peterson as he led the boy to the back of the basement where the ancient instrument of torture and pleasure sat. As the man explained how the machine worked, the boy swallowed noisily and he started to perspire. Matt stood in a daze as he realized he had committed himself to this strange and terrifying new exercise regime. And yet....his fierce love for his Father and his devotion to his Coach meant he couldn't back out. He couldn't disappoint them. And so the lad stood staring at the machine in dumbstruck uncertainty and resignation and didn't notice the man switch on a hidden video recorder. "I need to prepare the machine first", said the man as he reached for a large tub of Vaseline and started to unscrew the top as he looked at the built teenager; his mouth starting to water up as he imagined what would be shortly happening in the room... The man wrapped his Vaseline laden hand around the metal member and slowly slid his hand up and down; almost lovingly; his tongue tentatively licking his lips. The boy's eyes widened as he watched the man slide his greased hand slowly, almost lovingly, up and down the fat 12" phallus shaped pole of metal that would soon be exercising his internal muscles.... ***************************** "Here you are, here's the boy.", said Timmy's father with rather ill grace. The big man stared at Timmy as the boy stood shyly before him. The big man raked the boy's body up and down with gleaming eyes that paused imperceptibly at the lad's groin. A moment's silence and then he smiled a huge smile of welcome. "Well hello there. Am I pleased to meet you my boy! I've heard so much about you....I can't wait to find out if it's all true but I'm sure it is...". He winked over Timmy at the boys father who smiled coldly. "Hello......Uncle Stan", he said with a meaningful look at the bearded man. Timmy looked up at the big man with something approaching awe. `Uncle' Stan was a very large man whose face was ruddy and large and mostly covered with a grey white beard. "I'm your Uncle Stan but everyone who knows me calls me Big Rod. Ha! Ha!" Big Rod looked down on the lad with twinkling eyes. "I can see you're getting to be a grown up lad so I suppose I have to deal with you like a proper man, huh?" Timmy couldn't help but grin up at the man's obvious happiness and jollity; it was infectious and wholly preferable to his step-father's strict and brutish manner. "Hello Uncle Stan, er, I mean, Big Rod, I'm very pleased to meet you Sir......er, why do they call you Big Rod?", asked Timmy, stepping forward and offering to shake hands, desperate not to upset his step-father or uncle. "My goodness, what have we here? - A good looking boy with wonderful manners as well? " The man beamed down at the boy and winked conspiratorially. "As to the name, you'll find out later my boy". And so saying, he reached out with his arms and hugged the boy, his hands slowly rubbing up and down the lad's perspiring back. "Lordy you're a hot one aren't you lad? Let's get you inside where we can cool you down." He waved the boy into the log cabin entrance. "Come in! Come In! Welcome to my den." Timmy ran in, his heart beating with excitement. Timmy's father looked on with a sour face. "Enjoy", sneered the step-father. I'll come back later when you've finished with him. I'm off and will collect him in 4 hours as agreed...". ************************* Back in Coach Peterson's basement, the man grunted his satisfaction with the fully greased up phallic pole of the `exercise chair'. "Now Matt, I also need to prepare you for the exercise so shuck your shorts and bend over and grasp your ankles," said Peterson, watching the boy closely. The lad's cheeks burned with awkwardness as the youngster started to realize what the man might be wanting to do with the next large glob of Vaseline that was being scooped out of the container. "Ummm..." Peterson, his eyes gleaming as he appraised the boy, concealed his hunger and amusement. "Hey, Matt, we're both guys here. Nothing to be awkward about is there?" "Er...Sure...I guess not, Sir..," managed the lad as he desperately remembered that the Coach was trying to help him so everything was alright and normal as the priest, Father Bryce had assured him. A little uncertainly, the boy slowly pulled the waistband of his tight fitting shorts down, whilst the man looked on, his mouth watering.... ******************************************************** Inside the cabin, the sitting room was large and cosy and very warm due to the large windows admitting the warmth of the sun. As Timmy entered the first thing he saw was a big sofa on which sat a wrapped box. "That's for you, Timmy", chuckled the man just behind him. "Go get it and let's unwrap it eh?" The man moved a large armchair and gestured to the excited boy who clutched his present and was smiling from ear to ear. "Come my lad, take off your boots and sit in this nice big chair. You'll soon cool down." Stan picked up a whiskey bottle and poured out a generous portion into a glass and handed it to Timmy who accepted it with big round eyes and a silly grin. "You're a man now.... So you need to know how to drink a man's drink." Timmy persevered through a fit of coughing and a desperate need to be liked by his Uncle and slowly, the whiskey worked it's relaxing magic upon the boy. "Now, open up! Unwrap your present", chuckled the big man. Timmy took his time as he carefully unwrapped the box. He savored each moment of the unwrapping. Finally, he held a shiny new remote controlled fire engine in his hands, his eyes bright with awe and wonder. "Gee. Thanks Uncle Stan, er, I mean Big Rod. This is amazing..." The man looked into the good looking lad's open face and bright blue eyes that sparkled with happiness and felt his heavy cock and heart stir. "It's my pleasure Timmy. An amazing gift for an amazing boy", beamed the man. The boy tried to surreptitiously wipe away silent tears of gratitude and happiness. The big man noticed and his heart trembled with lust and, unexpectedly, a strong wave of affection. "Now tell me all about yourself, what you like to do, your school. I want to know everything about my special nephew. Oh and here we are, mustn't forget to top up your glass...." Timmy was stunned and puffed up with how his Uncle Stan was absorbed in everything he had to say about his school and his efforts in the gym. In turn, he found himself hanging on every word that his uncle said and listened avidly and laughed at the tales the man told him of his own school life. Timmy was a lad intoxicated with happiness and excitement. He had never known such admiring attention before and he began to idolize the man and believe that everything his Uncle said and thought must be right. After an hour, the warmth of the day and the drink was causing Timmy's body to heat up and a sheen of perspiration coated his forehead, neck and chest. "Look my boy, you're all hot and bothered now." The man stood up and walked behind the armchair and placed the palm of his hand on Timmy's forehead to accentuate the point. "I hope you're not catching a flu or something.", muttered the man, frowning slightly and with a tinge of concern. He then placed his other hand onto the lad's neck and slowly slid it downward and underneath the neckline of the boy's tank top, over the lad's pecs, gently rubbing and fingering the youngster's full nipples. The man sighed as he slowly felt up the boy's firm, young pecs. Timmy looked up at his Uncle with a slight frown on his cute face. "Am I all right Uncle Stan? Do you think I'm too hot?" "Oh my boy....... you're certainly hot alright....", breathed the man as he looked down on the young lad's cute face and continued to rub the boy's smooth perspiring chest. Timmy lay backwards in the large and soft embrace of the settee, his arms relaxed by his side, feeling unbelievably happy as he looked up at his Uncle. He felt like a king and very pampered that his Uncle should be fretting and worrying about whether he had a temperature or not. His step father never worried like this about him. He wore a silly smile on his lips feeling safe and secure. A feeling that he had almost forgotten... "Let's get you out of this t-shirt. You'll feel much better. You just relax now and let your Uncle Stan take care of it." So saying, the man leant down over the boy, took hold of the bottom of the tank top and slowly peeled the top off the boy, revealing the lad's smooth perspiring chest which was developing nicely as was the lad's tight stomach which, as he breathed, hinted at the young set of trim abs that lay just beneath the surface... The big man felt his big cock throbbing as he drank in the sight of the lad's smooth perspiring torso. Moving his eyes lower he almost moaned aloud as they took in the healthy looking bulge between the kid's spread thighs. The big man resumed his seat in front of the flushed lad. "My, what a fine young healthy boy you are. Not an ounce of fat on you. And those muscles of yours! Mmmmm...I bet you're captain of your sports team eh Timmy?", joked the man; his eyes hungrily raking over the bare chested kid. Timmy blushed hotly and felt awkward as his step father would never praise him like this. It also made Timmy instantly like the man immensely. Timmy grinned and was hugely thrilled at the thought that Uncle Stan appreciated his muscles and hoped that it meant that Coach Peterson had also noticed. "Wow- there's no way I would be good enough to captain the team. Matt Sawyer is the team Captain. He's got dark hair and has more muscles than me. He's 16..... and he's my best friend", added Timmy proudly. Although Timmy knew that it wasn't quite true and that the man probably didn't know Matt at all, he desperately wanted the big man to be impressed. "Mmmmmm. I bet you would both make a fine sight together..... You both sound perfect to me, Timmy. Perhaps you could introduce me to him one day?", smiled the man, imagining having two handsome young lad's perform together in front of him..... "Matt may be more muscular but I imagine the tone of your muscles is much better....", said the man who used the excuse to reach forward with both hands to rub and feel up the boy's chest and lean tight torso. Timmy tried to puff up his chest and tense his pecs and abs to impress his Uncle which certainly seemed to work. "Oh....yesssss... Timmy. Very nice muscles" he almost moaned as he continued to slide his big hands all over the boy's bare chest and torso, constantly tweaking the kid's nipples. Timmy started to pant slightly as the man's exploring hands continually rubbed his erect buds. Finally, the man stopped and added, "and I also think blond hair is nicer...", said the man, winking at the lad. Timmy blushed again, feeling wonderful. Timmy smiled back happily, his eyelids ponderous and his brain comfortably dulled. He felt that this was going to be the best day ever now that he had such a wonderful uncle he could spend time with. "And now, a cookie and some more whiskey", announced the man, passing over a plate of cookies. The man watched the boy's mouth and lips as they wrapped around the cookie. He enjoyed the sight of the lad slowly munching; his young throat working and swallowing and suppressed a shiver of lust. He licked his lips in unison with the lad. He could easily imagine the young mouth and lips and tongue working around something much thicker and much meatier.... He topped up the whiskey glass and passed it to the lad......and fumbled, spilling most of it on the boy's stomach and down the front of Timmy's jeans. "Oh no!- I'm so sorry my dear boy. I'm so careless." The man returned from the kitchen with a small thin towel and started to rub the front of the lad's jeans vigorously. "It's OK Uncle Stan", said Timmy who was embarrassed for his well meaning Uncle. "This is terrible, I've ruined your lovely jeans", exclaimed the man as he continued to rub away at the boy's groin. Timmy started to feel warm waves of pleasure emanate from his cock and balls as the man rubbed them repeatedly through the tight thin denim. "Um...er....unngh..er...", I think that's ok Uncle Stan, I'll be all right." "I don't know Timmy, it looks like it could stain pretty badly", muttered the man as he continued to rub and squeeze Timmy's package with the small towel. The man smiled up at the boy's face as he rubbed the lad's burgeoning basket. Warm tight pleasure radiated out from between the boy's legs as the man continued to rub away at the wet stain. Timmy couldn't avoid his breathing from getting labored and he worried that he might embarrass himself... "Ungghh...er...um...unngh...p..please Uncle Stan...I think...ungh...it's allright.. .. .urrgh...", panted the lad". The man's eyes gleamed as he continued to rub away at what was becoming a very clear and obvious bulge at the front of the boy's jeans. "Unnnnghhh...please...uurgghh...Uncle S..Stan...urghhh.....please stop...it's ok...", panted Timmy, his eyes starting to glaze over. The big man knew the boy was getting close and relented much to Timmy's relief. "Only if you're sure Timmy....? It's such a shame. The jeans are very nice ones and may I say you fit them very well.........", said the man as his eyes continued to feast on the large meaty lump at the front. "I suppose it's all those muscles you have! Ha! Ha!". The big man winked at Timmy. Timmy giggled at the man's teasing. "........but what about the whiskey? Aha! I know...", said the man, who bent over and started to lick the whiskey off the lad's stomach whilst lightly resting his fingers on the young lad's ample bulge, subtly trying to scope out the length and thickness of the young teen meat that lay just beneath the thin denim. "Er....Uncle Stan..." "This is quality whiskey Timmy, it's too good to waste!", mumbled the man as he licked. Timmy couldn't help giggling and giggled even more when the man buried his tongue in the boy's belly button. "Ha! Ha! Don't Uncle Stan...please! Ha! Ha!" The man took his time as he slowly and thoroughly licked all over the boy's torso, leaving a shiny surface which accentuated the boys burgeoning 6 pack and nicely formed pecs. Timmy simply lay in the large armchair with his hands by his side, happily enjoying the closeness and mutual playfulness that he was enjoying with his Uncle. His body felt so relaxed and his eyes started to close in a unconscious pleasure that he was feeling as the big man licked and massaged his young torso. The man continued to lick long after all traces of whiskey had been removed and paid particular attention to the boy's nipples; licking and probing and massaging them with his strong rough muscular tongue whilst gently rubbing the lad's healthy male package with his fingers. Darts of pleasure caused the boy to shiver and a slight moan to issue from his young lips whilst also causing the bulge between his legs to grow further. Timmy reluctantly realized he couldn't expect to put his Uncle to any more trouble over the whiskey. "Unnnggh....mmm...er.....Uncle Stan...I think all the whiskey's gone now....." The man reluctantly stopped and, grinning, refilled the glass and insisted the lad gulp a few good helpings down. Looking down, he tutted at the boy. "Dear me, what are we going to do about the stain on your jeans?" "Don't worry, I guess it will come out in the wash..." The big man clapped his forehead. "My, you're a clever boy- of course, that's what we'll do. Take them off and I'll pop them in the washing machine and we'll have you right as rain before you can say oojamaflip!" The boy suddenly looked a little shy and uncertain. "I dunno...." "Nothing to be shy about son. We're both guys here and I'm family aren't I?" "Um........Are you sure Uncle Stan? I don't want to be a bother" "Not at all my lad. Anyway, we can't let your Dad see what's happened can we? He might not let you come and see me again." That decided the matter and the lad clumsily struggled to his feet. The man watched with gleaming eyes as the boy stood unsteadily and began to unbuckle his belt. The man's eyes were transfixed to the boy's groin as Timmy fumbled with his fly buttons. "Here, let me help you my boy...", offered the man, unconsciously licking his lips as he did so. Timmy stood a little uncertainly as the man slowly unbuttoned the kid's fly buttons. The big man's heart beat rapidly as he slowly worked each button open, savoring each opening with relish. "Oh yesss....very nice.....", breathed the man as the opening flies revealed a white bulging mesh jockstrap pouch that was fully stretched by the lad's heavy balls and thick swollen teen meat. The man feasted his eyes hungrily on the stretched mesh fabric that was molded to the boy's full equipment, highlighting the thick length of the lad's tool and heavy plums. "Oh my.....what a fine looking young man you are Timmy- such a beautifully built body....", breathed the man who tried desperately not to lick his lips as he just about managed to tear his eyes away from the boy's heavy meat filled jockstrap and looked up at the blond boy's good looking face. Timmy smiled stupidly at yet more praise and stood a little unsteadily with his jeans around his thighs. "Now let's get these off shall we...?", said the man as he knelt in front of the boy and eased the jeans down and off the teen's sturdy legs. The mans' face was inches away from the young lad's full straining package. The man inhaled deeply and reveled in the heady scent of the young teenage boy's full healthy equipment that lay behind the thin mesh of stained damp cotton. The man gently guided the boy back into the warm embrace of the armchair where the virtually naked young lad lay well back, his legs spread and smiling dreamily back at the man he felt so happy to be with. ************************************** Chapter 9 Whilst `Uncle' Stan was enjoying Timmy's visit, Coach Peterson was struggling to still his trembling hands as they fastened the leather straps around each wrist of the 16 year old boy binding the kid to the chair. There were also straps on the foot rests of the Egyptian device; the `Exercise Chair' as the Coach called it though, in truth, it had more to do with the exquisite `encouragement' of enemies of long forgotten Pharoahs... As Matt settled down into the chair, he felt the fat nub of the large phallic shaped pole push against his young sweating anus and had to stifle a moan of dread and yet strangely, a moan of need and fleeting pleasure that coursed through his fit sturdy loins. A sheen of perspiration covered the boy's torso accenting the teenagers developed chest and abs. Matt looked straight at Peterson with wide dark eyes that held fear and dread and yet, expectation and....something else..? "Before we start, I need to blindfold you so you totally focus on your internal muscles rather than being distracted by your surroundings and remember that whatever you feel is all part of the secret ritual and practice that has been handed down by the chosen athletes of the eons. You're an extremely privileged boy; never forget that." "Yes Sir...", gulped the virtually naked Adonis as the man placed the blindfold over the wide eyed youngster. The man moved behind the chair where the levers were located but first reached down and, with both hands, slowly moved rubbed the boy's chest all over, savoring the firm teen muscle and tweaking and rubbing the boy's nipples that were firming up unconsciously as a result of the boys heightened nervous sexual state. "Stay strong Matt. You must use your internal muscles to work the pole as it exercises your inside muscle set, OK?" "Yes s...sir....", warbled the blindfolded boy. Peterson smiled and started to move the lever.... ****************************** The blond 14 year old boy was a heavenly sight. The man couldn't help himself and he sank to his knees between the boy's spread legs and, with a deep loud moan, he leaned forward and gently kissed the boy's bulging pouch. He inhaled the glorious aroma of fresh young lad which sent bolts of lust straight down to the man's balls. Timmy blinked slowly, focussing his eyes, wearing a silly grin at his Uncle's horse play. The man, emboldened, reached with one hand and grasped and gently worked the boy's well filled package whilst reaching under with his other hand to gently massage the boy's firm buns. The lad's smile faltered and his eyes widened with fear. He tried to struggle upright. It wasn't the fact that the man had touched him. That was something the boy had long been used to.... The alarm was caused by long conditioning that such initial approaches were nearly always a prelude to terrible pain. Something he had learnt from his step father over the years.... The man pulled back with concern and then, seeming to understand, shook his head slowly, with great compassion in his eyes. "Oh my dear sweet boy, I wouldn't hurt you for all the world." Timmy looked fearfully into the big man's eyes, searching for the truth he so desperately needed. The big man pulled a trinket out of his pocket; it was a small enameled cowboy figurine and, scratching a `T' on it's base, pressed it into the boy's hand. "If horrible people have been unkind to you, look at this and remember there are good people in the world as well and the last thing they would want to do is to hurt you. There are people who will love you very much..." Timmy stared at the figurine and then up at the man; his Uncle Stan, and nodded, tears of heartache and wonder in his eyes. The man took this as permission and gently worked the length of thick boy meat through the thin cotton mesh whilst looking at the lad, ready to stop at the slightest resistance. Timmy continued to look into the man's eyes, unable to stop small whimpering moans of pleasure as the man worked his privates. Yes, the kid saw lust in the big man's eyes but he also saw compassion and affection. Deep down inside, he knew that love and compassion were far far better than sex. And so the boy made no protest as the man gently hooked each of Timmy's legs over an armrest. The man looked at the virtually naked blond boy lying back in the armchair, his legs widely spread over the armrests with his young bulging package easily accessible and the white straps of the small jockstrap nicely focusing the small trembling anus and almost creamed himself at the sight. He reached forward with his both his big hands and started to fully feel up the lad in earnest. But the boy didn't regard it as assault. It was the closest thing that resembled genuine attention and caring from another person that he had known for a long, long time. Timmy closed his eyes, moaning and sighing with pleasure as the man worked his young swollen cock and balls through the jockstrap pouch. "Uuuunnnnggghh....mmmmmm....aaahh...unnnghhh...." "Yes my beautiful boy, don't hold back your feelings, moan your pleasure - let your Uncle know that you like it." Timmy's cock swelled rapidly, lengthening, thickening, pushing and straining against the thin material of the damp stretched pouch. "Oh my, what a lovely big present you have for your Uncle.", moaned the man as he continued to work the fat straining length of meat. The boy leaned back, his eyes closed and his mouth slightly parted as waves of delicious pleasure radiated out from between his legs. "Unnnnnnnnggggghhhh....oh ......yeah.......mmmmmm....aaaaggghhh...." *********************************** The walls of the basement reverberated with the deep drawn out moans of a young 16 year old lad while the big man worked over the levers that operated the ancient machine. The boy's strapped in body was bathed with sweat as his smooth developed chest and torso heaved and moved with the exertion of trying to avoid the thick metal pole that continuously impaled him. "Aaaaaaarggggghh.....unnnnnngggghhhh...uuurrrrggggghhhh....please.....aaaarghh'????. The boys head was thrown back and moving side to side as if in denial and yet, strangely, in terrible need. "Oh...God...uuuuurgggnnnhhhh..." The man's eyes were bright with insane desire; his eyes feasting themselves on the virtually naked muscled lad writhing and moaning with unknowable need. Sweet sweat trickled down over the moaning lad's rippled torso. Peterson moaned as he stared at the outline of the huge piece of teen meat that was straining against the mesh of the boy's jockstrap pouch that weeped continuously with clear boy honey. Unable to control himself, the man leaned downwards and lapped at the sweet nectar that sieved through the rubber and cotton mesh of the pouch that barely held the boy's heavy throbbing cock and plum sized balls that churned and bubbled with thick boy cream. The man moved the lever faster... "Aaaaaargggh....Unnnngggghhhh.......!!" moaned the teen as the thick steel rod impaled the boys depths faster and mashed the Matt's fucknut mercilessly. "Pleasssse...Noooooo......Uuuuurrrrggghhh.....Oh God.....yesss.....!" Thick clear syrup pulsed continuously through the cotton mesh of the straining pouch as the boy's mind reeled with the hurtful but delirious pleasure that exploded in and around the depths of his anus, cock and balls. Matt's head swung left and right, his mouth working silently in an exhalation of sheer pleasure as the big man worked the infernal machine. In his insane lust, Peterson dropped all caution to the wind and using his strong fingers, he ripped open the straining cotton mesh of the boy's jockstrap pouch causing heavy drops of boy nectar to fly in all directions. "Oh jesus fucking Christ", whispered the man as nearly 7" of thick drooling teen cock sprang out of its mesh confines, waving in front of the man's face. Operating the lever with his right hand, the man pulled and squeezed on Matt's plum sized balls as he dove on to the thick drooling cock of the lad whose moans rose to a crescendo of indescribable pleasure and pain as the man pulled and squeezed the naked boys balls mercilessly. "Aaaaaarrgghh.....Unnnnnngggghhh....Uuuurrrggghhh...!!!!!" ************************************ The man's mouth was drooling as he gazed at Timmy's moist quivering anus and, moving forward pressed his big muscular tongue into the lad's hot chute entrance. Timmy arched his back and uttered a long low moan of pleasure as the big man reamed him deeply whilst continuing to really work the youngsters thick throbbing meat that strained mightily within the confines of the damp mesh material. "Unnggghhhhhh.....aaarrghhhhh.....mmmmmm....uuurrrghhhhh...", gurgled the lad has he felt the mans strong muscular tongue lave the insides of his anal passage. The lad's high pitched panting and groaning was music to the man's ear as he ate out the kid's sweet hole, lapping at the boy's tasty juices. He moaned into the kid's sweet anus as he felt copious boy honey leaking through the cotton mesh and coating his palms as he continued to work the kid's swollen equipment. He paused to lick the sweet liquor from the palm of his hand and then he slowly flat tongued the length of the kids slick throbbing meat through the mesh. "Oh...uunnnggghhhh....aaaaaggghh.....ooooh...urrrghh....please.....unnghhhh", whined the lad in heat. "Let's unwrap my lovely big present shall we?", husked the man and with slightly trembling hands, he very slowly started to peel back the waistband and, like Timmy, he too, savoured the unwrapping...... With the elastic waistband tucked under the kid's big balls, a most beautiful sight met the man's devouring eyes. Almost 6 inches of thick, pulsing, throbbing moist meat waved just in front of the big man's lust filled face. "Oh my goodness- what a beautiful big boy you are", breathed the man as he stared greedily at the luscious thick stalk that slowly wept in pure joy. He gently grasped the thick jerking tool and slowly moved his hand downward, peeling back the fleshy banana revealing an engorged cock head leaking clear boy nectar copiously. Timmy still had his eyes shut, and was panting and whining his pleasure as the man proceeded to wipe the length of the kid's thick tool all over his beard and face, coating his face with the lad's syrup and moaning his lust. He massaged and gently pulled on the kids churning balls eliciting a higher pitched panting from the lad. The boy's abs and pecs were covered in a sheen of sweat and showed up beautifully in the fading sunlight as the kid writhed in the heat of sexual pleasure. "Please.....please....", whispered the boy, his voice full of yearning. ********************************** Chapter 10 Whilst Matt and Timmy were entertaining, Father Bryce was doing some of his own as he had invited Officer Lomand over for the evening to discuss their upcoming dinner invites on Friday evening from Matt's father. "I must say, I'm rather looking forward to seeing Matt and his father; it's been some time since I've seen Mr. Sawyer in Church although I'm pleased to say that Matt has visited recently...". Lomand eyed the priest with a knowing glance. "Yes, I bet you enjoyed that." Bryce's eyes gleamed and he licked his lips he recalled the event. "Yes, it was indeed a most enjoyable visit...and I was gratified to be able to introduce him to the pleasures of the Lord's blessing", said Bryce as he felt his cock jerking at the memory of the sounds the boy had made as he was being introduced to the Lord via a large coronation candle... Sighing to himself at the memory, Bryce turned to the silver coffee pot. "Coffee? Is that with your usual cream?" "Of course", Lomand replied, licking his lips. Bryce smiled and pressed a button on the wall. Whilst the men were chatting, Luke, a young lad in the care of the Priest stood patiently just outside Bryce's sitting room waiting to enter the door when called. He was excited that Bryce had picked him for afternoon duties even though his formal choir duties were over. Bryce had explained how impressed he was with the boy's dedication to God and that this was another way he could prove himself to the Lord. At 13 years of age, Luke was a mature lad, both in thought and particularly in body. Though slim, his body was all lean muscle due mainly to his love of basket-ball. His blond hair and blue eyes were always causing people to exclaim what a lovely looking boy he was (though this was mainly from middle aged women and, unnoticed by Luke, some middle aged men with a hungry gleam in their eyes). Outside the door, the lad waited, his heart beating quickly as it was a great chance to impress himself with Bryce whom he very much respected and, yes, loved, since the man had took him into care after he was abandoned by his Mother. The sound of the bell jerked Luke out of his reverie and he swallowed nervously and then knocked on the door. Bryce smiled. "Ah, here we are...." The priest beamed at the 13 year old blond who smiled timidly back at him. "This is Luke; he's offered to stand duty to the Lord even though he's finished his choir work for today. Now go stand by Officer Lomand my boy..." "Yes Father". Lomands piggy eyes sparkled as they raked the boy up and down as the lad approached. He approved of the tight white t-shirt that nicely showed the kid's lean torso. He liked the smooth complexion of the boy's cheeks and the full lips and, lowering his eyes, he most definitely liked the tight thin jeans the teen was wearing which highlighted something most promising between the kid's young sturdy legs.... "Oh yes, I think I'll most definitely have some of that...", muttered Lomand; his nostrils flaring with lust.... As the boy stood obediently next to Lomand, the man reached up and pressed his fat sweaty palm against the boy's t-shirt and started to move his hand around, feeling up the boy's firm chest. Confusion appeared on the boy's face and he darted a nervous enquiring glance at Bryce. The priest just smiled back. Bryce then moved his hand under the boys t-shirt and slid it over the kid's firm abs and up toward the lad's nipples. The teen felt very nervous and started to back away. "No boy, just stay where you are and put your hands on your head, that is what God wants of you just now.", murmured Bryce; his own eyes shining with rising lust as he watched the fat police officer feel up the youngster. "What a nice looking boy you are...", muttered Lomand as he caressed and pinched the boy's nipples causing them to swell and become erect. "Uuuunnggh...aaargh...", moaned the kid, his hands on his head as the man's fat fingers continued to stroke and manipulate the youth's nubs. The painful and yet pleasurable stinging from his nipples sent electric signals all over the boy's body which zeroed in on his groin. To his rising shame and horror, he felt his cock swell as his young hormone packed body reacted. The lad looked pleadingly at the priest, silently hoping he would stop the man from touching him but Bryce made the sign of the cross and smiled. "God is testing you my son; be grateful to the Officer for helping the Lord show you the way." The boy fretfully nodded, assuming his God only wanted the right thing for him... "Oh yes....", moaned both men to themselves as they saw the bulge at the front of choir boy's tight fitting jeans start to swell further. ********************** The red blinking eye of the camcorder flashed steadily as it recorded the tableaux before it. The 16 year old boy's body was drenched in sweat, highlighting his beautifully toned chest and abs as they worked gorgeously under his smooth tanned skin in a desperate attempt to avoid the large impaling rod that delivered considerable discomfort and yet singing, exquisite pleasure that flowed around his anus, cock and balls. The naked lad moaned deeply and loudly as his whole lower region melted with trembling orgasmic pleasure; his head thrashed from side to side, his blindfolded eyes shut tight. "Aaaaarrrgggghhhh....Noooooo....Urrrggghh....Pleassssse...Yeeessss.....!", gurgled the kid. Peterson continued to work the lever driving the thick metal rod further into the boy's fiery depths whilst licking up the continuous stream of thick clear honey that oozed from the boy's thick throbbing cockhead. Peterson, his mind blown with lust, needed to see Matt spurt his boy sauce. Working the lever with his left hand, he used his right thumb to firmly rub back and forth over Matt's wide bubbling piss slit; constantly being lubricated by the clear liquid oil that steadily flowed.... Matt threw back his head as the new sensation hit him. "Uuuuuurrrrgggghhhh.....aaargggh....Noooooo....Unnngh...!" ********************** Timmy's rapid high pitched panting filled the room as his lower regions were being firmly molested by his `Uncle'. The time had come and the man wanted desperately to fully taste the boy. He held the throbbing member in his hand and repeatedly licked over and around the swollen cock head. "Oh...yesss....unnnnngggh..." The heat and hardness of the lad's throbbing cock head told the man that the moment was soon. He used the tip of his muscular tongue to probe and enter the moaning lad's bubbling piss slit, licking out the sweet nectar that lay just within. "Oooohhhh.....oh...God!.....Unnnnghhhh....aaaarrrggghhhh", gasped the kid loudly, his toes curling and clenching the air. The man then used his teeth gently to catch and rub just behind the lad's fat swollen cock head. The boy's head thrashed left and right as the new sensations took him to the next level of pleasure. "Uh! Uh! Uh! Uh! Oh God... Uh! Uh! Unnnggghhh!" The man knew the kid was so very close and got his face near to the lad's sizzling fat cock head... He stuck his thumb into his mouth and then slowly pushed it as deeply as it would go into the fiery furnace of the kids interior and then rotated it, probing, pushing, squeezing.....until he found the kids fucknut. He then poked it and rubbed it with meaning. Hearing the sudden change in pitch of the boy's moaning he knew he had hit the right spot and moaned loudly as he felt the hot tight velvety grip of the kid's moist tunnel clutch spasmodically at his thumb. "Aaaaaaarrrrrgggghhhh.....!" ******************** Whilst Matt and Timmy were busy, Luke was likewise helping to keep Officer Lomand and the good Priest occupied in the afternoon room. "Yes", continued the priest, "I'm looking forward to a most enjoyable get together on Friday evening." Bryce seemed to be totally oblivious to the high pitched, moaning sounds coming from Luke who continued to stand next to the policeman with his hands on his head. Equally the Priest totally ignored the fact that the fat pudgy officer had unbuttoned the boy's flies and had his hand deep into the opening, working and clutching the large swollen package that lay behind. Luke's face showed mortified horror whilst, at the same time, his eyes betrayed the liquid pleasure that surged around his groin as Lomand massaged and squeezed his most private of parts. "Uuuurgggh...please....Sir...nooooo....uuuuuuurrrghhhh.....unnnggghhh...!" Bryce glanced briefly at the boy, smiling indulgently. "That's right, Luke, stay where you are and keep your hands on your head. Move your feet slightly more apart...that's good Luke. The Lord is very pleased with you." Luke's mind was caught in a maelstrom of conflicting urges. As a boy who had been neglected and abandoned as a small child, he craved the attention that the Priest paid him and he was eternally grateful for the shelter and food that had been given him. Above all, he desperately wanted the succor of God which Bryce used to fulfill his own perverted needs.... Bryce turned his attention to pouring the Officer his cup of coffee, judging that the time was nearing. "Uuurgghh...please Sir...no...uunngh" "Oh yes....very nice indeed", muttered Lomand causing Bryce to beam beneficiently. Bryce's mouth watered at the sight of the fat Police Officer easing young Luke's thick throbbing teen cock from out of the kid's open flies. The young teen's cock was one to be proud of. It was thick and throbbing and curved slightly to the left. For a 13 year old, the five and half inches of thick uncut meat was the envy of not a few boys who had seen him in the rectory showers. Slowly working the boy's thick throbbing erection back and forth, licking his lips at the sight of the boy's pleasure oil oozing from the kids swollen shining cockhead, Lomand used his other hand to slowly rub the boy's full roiling balls causing Luke to moan with pleasure. "Aaaargh.....please ....Sir......no.....unnghh...oooohhh!", moaned the kid as he started to pant quietly. Liquid needles of warm pleasure darted in and out of Luke's balls and anus as the fat officer slowly jacked him off. Lomand would have dearly loved to squeeze the boy's full balls to make the kid scream and scream but he knew Bryce would not have allowed it. The fat cop rubbed his rough thumb back and forward across the boy's weeping piss slit causing Luke to shudder and moan with pleasure as the fingers of orgasm tickled the root of his young roiling balls. "Oh...oh...uuurrrghhh...!", moaned the teen as he started to pant rapidly, his shining eyes staring straight ahead trying to focus on something to distract him from the rising wave of pleasure. Looking at Luke's eyes, Bryce saw the old familiar glazed look come into them and offered Lomand his cup of steaming black coffee. The Priest casually moved behind the moaning lad. Luke's trim body trembled with the delicious flames of incipient orgasm that licked up between his sturdy thighs and enveloped his groin and anus. Lomand continued to rub his fat thumb repeatedly over the lad's bubbling sticky piss slit. "Aaarrggghhh....unnnghhh...uuurrrggghhhh...", moaned the sweating choir boy as he teetered on the edge of orgasm. Bryce judged the moment perfectly and slid his hand down the back of the kid's jeans and over Luke's tight trembling buns and pushed two of his thick fingers up into the kid's sweating tight anus and deep into the boy's hot depths. Gasping loudly Luke lost control and his hips thrust forward and the gates opened. "Uuuuurgggghhhh....Aaaaaarrrggghhhh...!" Lomand positioned his coffee cup just under the lad's fat throbbing cockhead as creamy boy juice spurted out in thick pulses to fall into the steaming black coffee. The boy's head was thrown back, his hands still clasped tightly on the top, his eyes tightly closed as he moaned his pleasure while his hips spasmed and jerked back and forth. Both men continued to work both the back and front of the jerking lad, ensuring all the kid's goodness was being fully harvested.... ******************************** The basement rang with a huge scream of pure pleasure as the muscular sweat covered teen climaxed, shooting thick ropey spurts of pure teen male cream into the sucking man's mouth. Peterson continued to work the lever causing the thick metal pole to mash the boy's fat fucknut. The man started to choke on the spurting cream as it fountained again and again out of the built lad's pumping sweating loins. ********************************** Timmy was teetering on the edge of orgasmic pleasure. He moaned and panted, his eyes closed as he savored the overwhelming pleasure of incipient orgasm. The man knew the time had come and replaced his thumb with two of his thick fingers and pushed them firmly up into the youngsters moist slippery hole and right up into the kids fiery innards to rub and squeeze the schoolboy's fat, trembling fucknut for all it was worth. An atomic explosion of sexual pleasure burst out between the lad's legs and in his brain causing the lad's legs to jerk up and down on the armrests as the boy emitted a high pitched strangled moan. "Oh......Noooooo!!!! "Uh! Uh! Uuuurggh....Aaaarrggggghhhh!!!!!!!" The boy arched his back out of the armchair and pushed his groin forward and upward and howled in ecstasy. Timmy's thick jerking cock swelled even more and then his piss slit dilated and jet after jet of creamy cum fountained into the air with tremendous force. The first volley caught the man by surprise, splashing his beard, nose and eyes and dripped off his forehead. The second and third spurt fell back to coat the kids chest and torso. By this time, the man had managed to lock his mouth onto the young lad's fat jerking cock head that continued to spurt over and over again. The school lad's eyes were tightly closed, his head turning from side to side as he moaned his pleasure. The man groaned loudly as he tried to swallow the sweet cream as fast as it jetted into his mouth. He continued to work his big thick fingers in and out of the kids tight, clutching, slippery anus triggering again and again the kids roiling balls to spurt their sweet payload. Finally, the torrent of cum spurts subsided and for a while longer, the man continued to gently work his fingers in and out of the boy's trembling body, licking off the lad's tasty juices whilst slowly sliding his hand up and down the kid's thick organ that quivered and jerked in the aftermath of orgasm. As the man then leaned over the exhausted trembling boy and started to lick the boy's cum-drenched torso, the copious whiskey intake and the tremendous orgasmic release took their toll on Timmy and his mind gave up causing the lad to slip into a deep sleep. He still wore a smile on his lips.... ****************************** Chapter 11 Tuesday Morning The promise of another hot summers day seeped into the boy's bedroom. A slowly moving shaft of sunlight revealed a 16 year old muscular lad covered in a delicious sheen of night perspiration which highlighted the emerging ripples of a tight abdomen. He lay sprawled on top of a thin cotton sheet with only a worn and stained jockstrap bulging largely at the front as it contained his most private of parts. He had not slept well; his young mind and body totally consumed by the intense experience of the night before. Even now, as the bird song started to warble through the window, the lad's mind was in a terrible whirl of excitement, unnamed shame and dread. His dark flashing eyes stared out from under the black wave of his hair as he tried to recall what had happened the previous evening. Strangely, he could remember everything until the Coach had dropped him off the previous evening when his father had given him a protein drink. After that, he couldn't recall a thing. He tried to remember how he had ended up in bed undressed (apart from the jockstrap). He knew the jockstrap he wore during the `internal muscle training' had been ripped by the machine, according to the Coach but he couldn't recall putting another jock on before retiring. Hell, he didn't recall retiring; period. Meanwhile, his young fit body was still quivering with the traumatic `rape' by the `interior muscle training' that his Coach had put him through. He tentatively touched his sensitive anus and winced and yet....at the same time, it made his swollen cock jerk in his jockstrap pouch. The boy pushed away the terrible knowledge that whilst there were moments of gasping pain, there were also overwhelming torrents of all consuming liquid pleasure that had saturated his lower regions which, deep somewhere in his private and primal centre, he wanted to experience again. And......again. His right hand slid unconsciously to grasp and slowly manipulate his bulging pouch as he cast his mind back to the previous evening.... His fevered mind flashed back to what Peterson had told him after the training and he knew that the moment would come when he would have to face his Father and make the request.... ********************************** It was 7:30 am when young Luke of Briers Cross Rectory woke to the alarm he had set himself. He hurriedly threw on his old white t-shirt and tight white shorts as Priest Bryce had instructed him and made his way to Bryce's private kitchen as requested. On arriving, he was met by a beaming bustling Bryce who was filling a large bowl with big fresh oranges that had just been delivered by the local green grocers. "Ah, my favorite Choir Boy!", smiled Bryce, causing Luke's heart to jump with pride and happiness. "I have decided that you should be the one to help me make and bless the orange juice for the boys this morning". Luke's eyes shone. He knew this must be a great honour and that it would vastly elevate his status amongst the choir boys as well as in the eyes of The Lord. Bryce closed the kitchen door, surreptitiously turning the key. "Luke, my boy, I'm very pleased to tell you that last night, you passed the first of many tests that God will set you.", continued Bryce as he set aside 2 big oranges and set about slicing them into halves. Luke reddened at the memory but was vastly gratified to know that his behaviour was correct and that he had met with his benefactor's approval (and that of The Lord). "And now, God is setting you another", said the man as he smiled beneficently upon the wide eyed boy. "Please stand in that.....", said Bryce, indicating a large plastic bowl which was the size of a small tin bath of yesteryear. As Luke stood in the bowl, the man approached the boy and started to fondle the boy's nipples through the tight white t-shirt; pinching and rubbing them. "Unnngh....uurrgggh...please no....Father....why...unnghh...", moaned Luke in confusion while the the man continued to play with his young nubs, causing them to erect and push out against the cotton fabric of the tight fitting t-shirt. The stinging pleasure in the lad's chest sent singing signals to the lad's cock and balls causing them to roil and swell and push against the tight front of the cotton shorts... "Stay still Luke and keep your arms by your side...that's lovely." "Uuuurgggh....unnghh......arrrghh.....", whimpered Luke who desperately tried to ignore the delicious pleasure that hummed between his legs. Bryce glanced down at the front of Luke's shorts and licked his lips as he watched the ample swelling of the cute boy's assets. "God has blessed you with a beautiful body my boy", muttered the man and he continued to feast his eyes on the growing lump between the lad's legs. The man lifted the bottom of Luke's t-shirt up and over the boy's head to let it rest on the back of the lad's neck, exposing the youngster's nicely toned chest, giving easy access to the lad's nicely toned chest and nipples. "Put your hands on the top of your head my boy and part your legs slightly.", instructed Bryce with a slight husk in his voice. Reaching out, he slid a hand over the perspiring boy's slim torso and then slowly slid it down over the kid's tight lean stomach and finally to rest over the front of Luke's tight shorts to cup and gently massage the very noticeable bulge. "Mmmm, yes Luke, our Lord has blessed you with such a nice body....", crooned the Priest. Heart beating fast, Luke kept his nervous blue eyes on the Priest, unsure of what he was supposed to do but trusted that it was what God wanted. "Be at peace my Luke and know that God is pleased with you...", intoned Bryce as he continued to use both hands to elicit increased panting and moaning from the flushed and sweating kid. As the loud moaning of the openly molested boy started to reach a crescendo, the man glanced at the obscenely bulging shorts of the flushed panting kid and judged the time was right. He started to slowly pull down the kid's tight shorts... Five minutes later, the verger was approaching the kitchen door intending to go about his usual daily routine of helping Father Bryce prepare breakfast for the boys when he stopped short, hearing the high pitched moaning of a young lad coming from within. He smiled, shook his head and turned away, knowing that one of the boys was already helping the Vicar; his own help wasn't needed that day. Inside, Bryce was sitting on a stool next to the boy who was standing with his legs apart, his hands on his head; his eyes shut tightly, moaning loudly while orange juice streamed down over his large balls and down his legs to collect in the basin below. Bryce was carefully positioning a large orange half against the tip of Luke's throbbing cockhead and, while firmly holding the base of the kid's thick stiff throbbing member with one hand, he started to juice the fruit on the boy's fat swollen purple cockhead with the other, slowly twisting and pushing the orange half against it "Unnnnggggghhhhh!" Luke arched his back which pushed his cock deeper into the twisting orange half, gasping, his eyes squeezed tight. "Aaarggggh....!!!! Uuuuunnnghhhh.....uuuurrrghhhh", gurgled the sweating lad as the man slowly twisted and rotated the orange half left and right causing waves of pleasure needles to swarm from his bloated cockhead and along the shaft of his throbbing dick. "Oh yesss...my boy. Just as God has blessed your beautiful body, so your body, in turn, blesses the orange juice...", whispered Bryce as he continued to twist and press downward, extracting all the orange juice on the boy's fat drooling cockhead; forcing the flesh of the orange into the boy's bubbling piss slit and under and around the lad's sensitive cockhead. Luke moaned continuously as huge bolts of searing pleasure kept shooting from his tortured cockhead to his fat roiling balls causing them to churn out sweet boy honey from his mashed bubbling piss slit. "Aaaaaarrrggggghhh.....Unnnngggghhh...pleeeaaasseee...nooooo....sirrr....Fatherrrr ..please....noooooooo....!" Orange juice sweetened with copious creamy pleasure juices of the young choir boy continued to stream down the kids legs into the plastic basin beneath... Near at hand, Bryce had several tight elastic bands ready which he would judiciously place if needed to ensure that Luke would be able to continue to help him as there were still 15 more large oranges to go...... Making breakfast for the boys was often such a rewarding and pleasurable task for Bryce.... ********************************** The first thing Timmy did when he awoke in bed that morning was to cast around for his fire engine. A split second later, he realized he was at home. Following on the heels of that realization was the happy thought that Uncle Stan must have come back to spend some time with them. The door opened and his step-father entered carrying a bottle of booze and a carelessly wrapped parcel, wearing a strange grin on his face. His step father leered down at him, clearly worse for drink. He wore a dirty pair of briefs which were stained at the front and which bulged obscenely from unrequited need. He sat on the edge of the boy's bed at which point a wave of alcoholic fumes assailed Timmy's nose. His heart sank realizing his step-father was drunk and wished he had been allowed to stay at his Uncle's instead. "Sit up boy, I've got you a present", and so saying he waved a wrapped item in front of the boy's face. "Oh, er, thanks Dad....um.....is Uncle Stan with us?" "Huh? Who are you talking about? You don't have any uncles..." A tiny patter of cold feet ran down Timmy's back. Trying to keep desperation out of his voice he tried again. "No, we went to his place yesterday. You remember? The boy's father wore an impatient and irritated look. "Don't know what you're talking about. Now- what about this lovely present eh?..." "Please remember Dad, please....", begged the boy. Silent tears started to fill the boy's eyes. At this, Timmy's step father grimaced. "You've been drinking whiskey yesterday, and been having vivid nightmares..." "No! No!...." Timmy started to shake his head violently and felt a black hole opening up within him, threatening his very being. "Oh for fucks sake, pull yourself together you little girl", shouted the man as he cuffed the kid sharply against the side of his head. The boy's head snapped around and he fell silent, tears flowing steadily. The man breathed heavily as he stared at the lad with undisguised lust and hunger. Sitting on the bed, he placed his large hand on the boy's chest and moved it around, plucking at the kid's nipples hard, smirking at the boy's grimaces of pain. Timmy looked downward, not wanting to present any challenge to the big man. The man then moved his hand down to finger the boy's torso before slipping under the sheet where he grabbed the kids cock and balls. The boy shuddered and started to sweat but dared not flinch or pull away. The man licked his lips as he slowly molested the boy under the thin sheet. Timmy started to shiver in fear. For a long minute, the man simply stared at Timmy whilst he worked the boy's privates roughly, as Timmy winced with pain. Then, with the other hand, the big man then started pushing two thick fingers up into the boy's sweating anus. The boy yelped and moaned with the pain. "Spread `em boy". The 14 year old obeyed allowing unfettered access to the probing fingers. "Unnngh......erggghhh.....aaaarghhh....", moaned the boy as the man worked his fingers up into the kids hot depths and worked the young lad's fuck nut. The man smirked lustily and continued to work the boy beneath the sheet as Timmy winced and silently shook his head, his big eyes pleading with his Father to stop and yet was unable to stop whimpering and moaning as his young hormone riddled body reluctantly responded. "You love your Daddy working your thick cock and pussy hole don'tcha boy?", grunted the man as his big hands continued to work between the boy's legs. The man's hands gradually became coated by the boy's natural juices enabling them to slide back and forth faster as they simultaneously jacked and impaled the moaning boy. The nervous sweating boy kept his eyes downcast whilst trying to stifle his moans of sexual torment and shame. A dark shadow passed over the man's face. "The fucking least you can do is look at the present I've bought you.", screamed the man; his anger and viciousness fuelled by drink. The boy shrank back in fear and watched with vacant eyes as the man withdrew his hands and started to open the present for him. "It took me a while to find the right size because you're a growing lad so obviously I wanted something that would fit or at least something that would last as you got bigger...", said the man conversationally as he tore off the wrapping. "Isn't this exciting? Now that you're a big boy, I think it's time you started being treated to big boy presents, don't you?", said the man as he worked. "Ta da!" With a flourish, the man ripped off the last of the wrapping paper and waved the present in front of the boy whilst smiling a slightly crazy looking smile. The man placed the thick black 9" dildo to one side and then, producing 4 sets of handcuffs from his pocket, he started to cuff the boy's wrists to the bars of the bedstead just above his head. Timmy was quite docile and resigned as the man lifted each ankle in turn to cuff it to the bedstead next to the lad's wrists.... The man looked down on the boy who was virtually bent up double, obscenely displayed and felt own cock throbbing and jerking with expectation and lust. "You'll like this Timmy. It's so much fun. Look, I've brought some lubricant to make it even nicer for you." The man poured some cooking oil over the dildo and positioned it against Timmy's young quivering anus and looked into the boy's blue, tear filled eyes that silently begged the man to stop doing what he was about to do. "Now, this is the bit I love best....", said the man, his mouth starting to water. He then pushed down hard on the big dildo, grunting as he did so. Strange muffled screaming sounds came from Timmy's bedroom as his present was given to him. Again and again and again.... Much later, Timmy sat on what had now become a drenched and badly stained bed, sobbing uncontrollably. The void in his heart made him wonder if it wouldn't actually be better if he leaped from his window to the street below.... The heat of his body left him cold and he reached for his jeans to cover himself in a pathetic attempt to not tempt his step-father any further with his nakedness. His hand felt something in the pocket and he withdrew it and looked at it. Timmy's tear filled eyes widened. It was a small enameled figurine of Cowboy with a `T' scratched into the base..... *********************** Matt lay in bed, his young active mind wrestling with what Peterson had told him. He recalled the Coach telling him that his interior muscles needed daily stimulus and training and how he would need the support of his father to do this.... The boy recalled strange drawings that Peterson had showed him of how the Greeks in ancient times (who apparently were the only nation which practiced the advanced technique of internal muscle training) helped their boys with the training. The drawings showed big men pushing their huge swollen members deep into the bowels of young lad's. This replaced the steel exercise chair when it wasn't available... The teenager remembered the sinking feeling of horrified dread when he realised what the Coach was telling him he needed to do. This was the aspect that caused the dark haired lad such dread. How would he broach the subject with his Dad and what would he think? He vaguely wondered if his Coach had already informed his Father when he had dropped him off the previous evening which would, of course, then spare him the trauma of having to do it himself. If only he could remember..... ***************************** Chapter 12 Tuesday Afternoon The afternoon school bell rang loudly and insistently, demanding pupils rotate to their next class; the chaotic corridors of the school were thick with babbling kids as they pushed and jostled each other on their various journeys to their classrooms. Timmy walked slowly through the sea of bodies as though in a dream; hearing nothing; neither looking left nor right; his mind trying to swim against a whirlpool of despair even as his body was buffeted by the flow of kids against him. As a drowning person clutches a straw; as a man in total darkness turns instinctively toward any semblance of light, so Timmy clung to the sole burning thought in his mind - he had to fight with all the strength that God had given him to survive his current situation. Or else there would be nothing left. In his right fist, he tightly clutched the small enameled figurine of a Cowboy with a `T' scratched into the base..... ****************** The air in the noisy boy's locker room was humid and reeked of chlorine and the sweat of teenage boys. Matt Sawyer was toweling himself dry after the afternoon swim class. Secretly, he was glad that it wasn't heavy weights that day as he felt quite drained from the previous evening. His arms felt sore and `stretched' through no accountable reason that he could think of. Nevertheless, he felt he had done pretty well during the class as had some of the swim team as they patted him on the back as they left the locker room. His brow furrowed slightly as he wrestled with the problem of how to get his father to help him to continue to exercise his internal muscles as Peterson had demanded. The locker room was thinning out and the 16 year old had just pulled his jockstrap up when a small and slightly awkward sounding voice broke in. "Er....hi there. Sorry to bother you. Um, I'm Timmy.....I need help..." ********************* Jack Sawyer lay on the sofa chugging back a beer as he reflected on the previous night. He marveled at the power of the drug he had bought at the chemists. It had made things sooooo easy..... He recalled how the 16 year old's eyes betrayed the effect that the Rohypnol was having on him only minutes after he had consumed the thick protein drink he had given Matt. He was amazed at how foggy, docile and obedient the boy had become when he had gently stripped the beautifully muscular lad completely naked. When he had met no resistance (or indeed any awareness) from the lad, he had gone for broke. Guiding the docile lad into the bathroom, he had tied the boy's hands to the hook in the ceiling leaving both of his big hands free to explore his teen son's muscular body and of course, in the bath, all juices would wash away easily...... Luckily the neighbors were an old couple who were partially deaf, otherwise they would have been kept awake for quite a period of time by loud moanings of a young lad that sounded as though he was in a great deal of pain....... or in the throes of a great deal of pleasure.... Much later that night, Jack Sawyer, bursting with pent up lust, dug deep into the dirty laundry basket and, finding an old soiled jockstrap of Matt's, he wanked furiously into the pouch, howling his pleasure as he came again and again, shooting his ropey man cream into the underwear. He then eased the very soiled jockstrap up on to the exhausted, hanging boy, licking his lips as he watched the cum laden pouch release it's contents slowly down the kid's legs and into the bath to pool with the liquids that had previously gathered there..... With the hook tested, he very much looked forward to Friday.... ************************ "Uncle Stan', despite his rather large and rough bearded look, was, in fact, a gentle giant. He had often made a sight as he hurried to help an old woman cross the road or kneel down to pat a stray cat. As strange as it may have seemed to an observer, there was something of the poet in the big man; definitely something of the romantic about him. He had almost been ashamed of himself after he had arranged to meet Timmy. It was not the sort of thing he ever imagined he would do and yet, the loneliness he felt was, in part, due to his somewhat large and rough demeanor and he had, as a result, become a bit of a recluse in the forest. He needed someone he could be close to. Someone he could care for and protect. That would make his life worth living. Since Timmy had visited him, `Uncle' Stan had tried to get the lad out of his mind. It was very difficult for him to do so. Ever since he clapped eyes on the boy, he had a feeling about him. And such a strange feeling it was. He most certainly lusted heavily after him. The young blue eyed blond kid with the infectious grin and slim toned torso kept the man's thick cock throbbing with need. And yet, there was something else.... As he sat alone in his chair that afternoon, thinking as always about the boy, the man pondered upon what was so special about Timmy... Perhaps there was that vulnerable, slightly nervous shadow behind the eyes? Was it the almost excessive happiness that the boy had displayed when he had praised the lad? He had been shocked that the boy had thought he was going to be hurt..... Then, like a skewer to his heart, the man believed he understood. And in the wake of his understanding, a terrible wave of emotion shook him. He gripped the armchair rests as the wave passed through him, leaving him cold and.............terribly dangerous. To one specific man.... ***************************** Coach Peterson did his usual round through the locker room and adjoining gym to ensure everything was neat and in order when he noticed, in the far corner where the free weights were located, two of his pupils. Half hidden behind the lockers he identified the boys as Matt and Timmy and grunted his approval; unconsciously licking his lips as he watched the boys. Both were good looking teenagers with healthy well toned bodies. They were both bare chested and clad only in their tight regulation gym shorts over their jockstraps which clearly outlined each boy's body shape revealing both of them to be blessed with more than just toned muscle definition... The torsos of both lad's were shining with a slight perspiration as they went through the routines. He hadn't realized they knew each other as they were from different forms but they certainly seemed to be getting on well together. Matt appeared to be showing the younger lad how to work out with the weights and Timmy clearly hung on his every word; his eyes watching Matt with an almost heroic worship shine in them. Peterson licked his lips unconsciously as his over fertile mind imagined the two boys enjoying each other's young fit sweating bodies. The man's perverted mind immediately started to scheme how to take advantage of this new knowledge..... ******************************** Matt Sawyer reveled in being respected and looked up to by the younger lad. He knew well what it was like to follow the advice of more experienced people and how he always appreciated the kind and encouraging words of his mentors. He therefore related instantly to Timmy and wanted, in turn, to do his best for the kid. Matt also noticed that Timmy was certainly no slouch in body look and appraised the 14 year old's torso with a feeling of respect and admiration given the younger lad's age. There was another feeling which also accompanied Matt's viewing of Timmy's body but it was a feeling that Matt was not consciously aware of and certainly had no name for.... Timmy was in heaven. He was overwhelmed that the older and best looking boy in the school should make time for him, and be so helpful and friendly. Timmy consequently felt he was important and worth something to the older lad. The only other person in the whole world who made him feel the same was his Uncle Stan. He felt his heart swell with pride and gratitude and he would do anything for Matt and his Uncle Stan. Unaccountably, Timmy felt a fullness in his groin and stealing a look at himself, he realized with some vague embarrassment that his bulge was rather prominent in his tight shorts. He glanced furtively at Matt's groin and was relieved and strangely excited that the older lad also sported a very full and prominent bulge between his strong muscular thighs. At this, Timmy suddenly reveled in the freedom of being able to feel comfortable with his body in front of Matt knowing that being another male, Matt would not see anything at all and that all was normal and proper. That very thought sent an unconscious thrill winging it's way to between his legs which escaped Timmy's further analysis. He recalled that even Coach Peterson must have been impressed by Matt because he remembered seeing the Coach slowly look Matt's body up and down once in the locker room; clearly respecting the boy's build and this was the first part of his plan. If he could build himself up, perhaps his Step-Father would appreciate him and respect him like Coach Peterson did of Matt. The second part would be to go to visit his Uncle Stan himself.... ******************************* Chapter 13 Wednesday Morning The 16 year old lad allowed the warm jets of the shower to cascade over his broad shoulders and run down his firm smooth abs and over the ripples of his emerging six pack. He slid his palms slowly back and forth, washing over his abs, unconsciously rubbing and tweaking his full nipples as he did so. He closed his eyes and luxuriated in the warm water as he continued to move his hands over his young well defined torso. In spite of his innate modesty, he was quietly happy with his body and how it continued to develop as a result of his hard work in the gym. The water sluiced off his semi hard cock that swung between his thighs. The large plump cockhead was semi sheathed as it hung, pendulous and heavy. The lad's full juicy balls hung low. At just under 6 inches, semi-soft, Matt was truly a lad who had it all. Moving his young strong fingers back and down between his tight buns to slowly massage and clean his sweaty anus which quivered with the stimulation, the lad let out a low moan as blunt darts of pleasure radiated outward from his rear toward his roiling balls and heavy cock which jerked and swelled. "Unnnnngggh...", moaned the kid as he couldn't help pushing his soapy fingers into his anus to further deepen the pleasure he was giving himself. Whenever he could, Matt tried to avoid touching his cock directly to give himself pleasure as he knew that it was a sin against God to indulge in such an act and so, he allowed himself at least the pleasure he was now giving himself as he was never told that this particular action was forbidden. As he slowly worked his young strong fingers deeper into his tight, gripping hole, he started to pant quietly as his body started to hum with singing strands of pleasure as they continued to radiate outwards from his anus, further swelling his cock and balls. As he pleasured himself, the school boy recalled the pictures that Coach Peterson had shown him on Monday evening depicting big men pushing their huge thick cocks into young lads in an attempt to help them with their internal muscle training. Strangely, it had excited Matt as it thrilled him now, thinking about it as he continued to work his fingers inward and upward. Matt started, suddenly confused and guilty as to why such thoughts should excite him, but then rationalised that it was because it simply meant the boys would be able to realise their goal to have well developed internal muscles. Yes, the lad thought, that was the reason for the excitement, in much the same way as being able to spend time in a gym to work out his muscles would excite him... And also, he further reasoned, the men in the pictures were simply helping the boys out and that there was no other motivation in the act at all. He kept replaying the advice from Father Bryce; that there was nothing wrong in a man touching any part of a boy provided he was doing so to help the boy out or if it was his duty in some way. Obviously that had to be the case as men are not sexually interested in other males. Matt conveniently blocked out the looks of absolute sublime pleasure upon the faces of the big men as they drove their massive cocks deeply into the young boys... The kid's hormone driven body started to take on a rhythm of its own as it moved and twisted in response to the his probing, delving fingers. The ripples of the youngster's abs moved gorgeously under the smooth tanned skin. The kid started panting with increased speed and volume as another finger joined it's partner in the exploration of his young fiery rectum. "Uuuuuuurgggnnnnnhhh.....", moaned the boy, his head thrown back; his eyes tightly closed as the shower continued to rain down on his upturned face. With the sound of the shower and his own moaning, the boy did not hear the bathroom door opening or see his father enter quietly..... ************************** As the 16 year old lad pleasured himself under the shower; working his young strong fingers ever deeper into his fiery pulsing rectum, 14 year old Timmy lay in his bed, his young brow furrowed with fearful thoughts as he tried to gather up his courage for what he felt he had to do. It was 6:30am and he knew it would be at least another hour before his step father would be up and so, gulping his fear, he tiptoed out of his bedroom, clad only in his jockstrap, holding his breath to minimize any sound that might wake his step-father, and made his way through to his step-father's study. The sun, filtered as it was through the drawn curtains, shed sufficient light upon the paper strewn desk to enable the 14 year old lad to conduct his search. His eyes, bright with fear and burgeoning panic, wildly scanned the papers and items on the desk, searching for anything that would show him how he could find his Uncle Stan. He cursed silently for being such a mutt head and not noticing the route when his step father had took him there. The study door creaked open, causing Timmy to whirl around with a stifled gasp of horror expecting to see his step father but.........no, it was only a small movement of air causing the door to move slightly. The lad moved the papers around with hands that were starting to shake, his wide, bright blue eyes watering with incipient hysteria. The face of his kindly Uncle Stan looming in his young mind was the only thing that kept the lad from breaking down completely.... ******************* Jack heard the shower running and, as always, his hefty cock jerked knowing his handsome teenage son was standing naked on the other side of the door washing his young developed body. The thought always caused his big balls to start churning and pulsing. He often found an excuse to enter the bathroom on some pretext or other in order to feast his eyes (as discreetly as possible) upon the 16 year old's nakedness. Naturally, he had long established the rule that the bathroom should never be locked in case of emergencies and this provided a perfect opportunity to feed his perverted wish to see as much of his son's body as possible. Yes; often were the times he would walk in and take his time brushing his teeth whilst ogling Matt wash himself under the shower. At first, the boy would blush and feel awkward but soon, it didn't bother him any more as he realized that there was no reason to feel embarrassed in front of his Dad. After all, he was another male so what was the problem? And now, standing in the corner of the small steamy bathroom, the man slowly ran his greedy eyes up and down the body of the moaning lad who was pleasuring himself, oblivious to his father's presence. Jack's upper lip curled with lust as he eyed the boy's fingers as they continued to press up and into the kid's tight portal, triggering the sighs and moans of pleasure. Glancing down, he noticed the boy's dirty cast off jockstrap and picking it up, he held it to his nose and breathed in deeply. The smell of his boy sent huge bolts of lust stabbing deep into his balls causing his cock to throb mightily in his work jeans as he licked his lips in lustful hunger. He realized this was a heaven sent opportunity and took a moment, remembering the script he had agreed with Coach Peterson. The man slowly walked to the shower door and then knocked on it.... *********************** While Matt was enjoying his early morning shower, Luke, the choir boy, was stirring in his lower bunk bed, his eyes still reluctant to let in the shaft of morning light as it angled in from a high window. Unusually, Luke had the small cell to himself as the other boy with whom he normally shared had gone away (somewhat mysteriously Luke thought) a few days ago. Father Bryce had simply explained that the boy had not proven himself.... The lad frowned slightly as he recalled the boy. Similarly aged, the absent boy had quite a cheeky temperament and at times was somewhat moody. Perhaps, Luke reflected, they were traits that were not respectful enough of The Lord. Luke determined he would prove himself worthy. A knock at the door to his cell jerked Luke from his reverie. Father Bryce entered causing Luke to gasp in embarrassment. Not expecting the Priest, Luke gulped nervously and stuttered apologies for the fact that he wasn't even out of bed. "F...Father....B...Bryce...sir, I'm sorry...I wasn't expecting you... Er...did you want me to help you with...ummm....breakfast again..?" The boy was about to throw back the covers when, at the last moment, he realized he was naked underneath and just managed to stop himself in time. Additionally, Luke knew at the back of his mind that his cock had still not lost the full swelling of his early morning erection and quailed at the thought that Father Bryce may think him blasphemous. Lying there, red faced and panting slightly with nerves, the boy hesitated awkwardly, looking up at Father Bryce, unsure what to do next. Bryce caught the hesitation and smiled to himself. He bent and sat down on the edge of the lower bunk, smiling down benevolently at the boy. "Be at peace my son, you don't have to be embarrassed or awkward in front of me", intoned the man and, taking hold of the boy's hand that had pulled the blanket over, Bryce gently but firmly pulled the hand back to reveal the youngster's chest. "Now, now, my boy, don't disrespect your fine body by trying to cover it up. Remember, it is The Lord who blessed you with such a fine body so there's nothing to be ashamed of", breathed the man as his beady eyes fed hungrily upon the boy's smooth young pecs. "Yes indeed", breathed the man, "a very fine young body you have" as the priest raked the boy's chest with his eyes. "Truly a gift from God". He placed a hand on Luke's sweating chest and moved it slowly around; squeezing and rubbing the lad's full nipples as he did so. "Unnngggh...please Father....no.....uggh..", moaned the lad, squirming slightly, not daring to rebuff the man. The boy's bright blue eyes clouded slightly at the darts of pain that shot from his nipples only to transform themselves into vague blunted needles of pleasure as they were received between his legs. Now taking hold of the blanket with both hands, Bryce very slowly slid it down, revealing the lad's full torso and groin. Luke moaned imperceptibly as he lost the protection of the sheet and lay completely naked and vulnerable under the man's gaze. He started to perspire further as he gulped and nervously looked up at Father Bryce, unsure what to do or say. "Oh yes....very nice...", whispered the priest as his eyes fed hungrily upon the boy. Bryce took his time as he slowly feasted his eyes upon the kid's lean sweating torso and almost groaned aloud in lust as his eyes gorged heavily upon the boy's bloated uncut cock and full balls that lay ponderous and ripe between the youngster's legs. Forcing his eyes away to look back at the cute boy's face, Bryce smiled warmly. "Sing for me, my dear Luke. Sing Silent Night; you sound lovely when you sing.", murmured the priest as he reached between the lad's legs with two big clutching hands that trembled slightly with delicious anticipation..... The corridor of cells echoed quietly with the sweet but very uncertain and nervous warbling sounds of a young lad. Had somebody been listening, they would have thought it very strange that such lovely singing should be punctuated by sudden high pitched gasps and moans..... ****************** Timmy almost wept with frustration as he searched the office for some clue as to the address of his Uncle Stan. Nothing revealed itself. Choking back the frustration, Timmy gave up, not daring to stay any longer and, as quietly as he could, he tiptoed back; and not a moment too soon. "You're up early boy", said a gruff voice as his step-father emerged from the bedroom, unkempt with ugly stubble on his face wearing only his dirty underpants which swelled massively and obscenely at the front. "I ...I...just needed to go to the bathroom, Dad", said Timmy with all the strength he could muster to sound normal and to not glance fearfully down at his father's crotch; petrified that it would encourage the man. The big man stared hard between the boy's legs for a moment. "You sure you ain't been jacking your weeny, boy? You know I told you not to do that without my permission." "No...S..sir, I wouldn't do that....", gulped the boy, now dreading an escalating scene. The man stared 3 long seconds before grunting. "Well, see you don't or you know what'll happen...". The 14 year old lad felt his balls sag and contract. Yes, he certainly did know what would happen.... Timmy's father turned around and went to the bathroom. "Gonna take a leak myself....I'll have 2 fried eggs, over easy and 4 pancakes today and make it quick `cos I gotta get into work early today". Timmy nodded furiously. "Yes, Dad, sure thing, coming right up". The man half turned and shouted, "And take out the fucking trash this morning before the collection as you forgot last night and if you miss the truck, I'll tan your hide!" The boy gulped and shot off, still clad in only his underwear, to the kitchen to prepare breakfast. Secretly, the lad was very much relieved that it would hopefully be a normal day... ***************** At the knocking on the shower door, Matt's eyes flew open and he guiltily withdrew his hand, hoping that his father didn't see him indulging in such unseemly behavior. The boy looked into the face of his Father who was not smiling. "Er.....hi Dad.....didn't see you......ummmm...errr...so....U OK?", asked the lad uncertainly. "OK Matt, get out of the shower now.", commanded Jack; his voice slightly impatient. His young heart contracting with dread, the fit, handsome lad stepped out, looking fearfully at the big man. The boy searched his father's face and felt his heart sink terribly. He now KNEW his father had seen what he had been doing under the shower. "Dad....I'm.....s.s..sorry...I.....", stuttered the boy, feeling his heart contract in his chest as the last thing he wanted was to appear weird or to be a disappointment to his father. At first he couldn't believe his ears as his father interjected. "I don't understand Matt. Why should you be sorry for trying to continue with the internal muscle exercise regime? Of course it's more difficult without the proper equipment but I'm so proud of you that you keep trying to keep the exercise going." As the boy simply stared mutely in disbelief, the man continued according to the plan. "Of course, you'll need help if you're going to do it properly....and I will help in whatever way I can..... Though I admit, I'm a bit disappointed that you didn't come to me first. After all, that's what a father is for isn't he?" Matt felt an overwhelming wave of love for his Dad and felt moisture pricking his eyes. As Matt looked at him in wonder and deep gratitude, Jack had to use all the willpower at his command not to look up and down his 16 year old son's wet muscular body. "So, tell me Matt....how can I help...?" The big man held his breath and felt his heart aching deliciously as he watched Matt's face contort agonizingly in an effort to frame the request he knew his son had to make. The thought sent great pulses of desire and lust directly into his throbbing cock, causing it to drool and soil his sweats in anticipation. Matt knew the moment he dreaded was upon him. *********************** Timmy rushed to put out the trash to avoid missing the school bus and had to tiptoe in order to tip the trash into the tall garbage drum. Misjudging the point of pivot, he spilled papers onto the sidewalk, causing the boy to moan loudly in frustration. Bending down, he started to pick up the fallen papers when his attention was grabbed by a circled advert in the classifieds on the back of a magazine. Peering closely, he mouthed the words as he read. "Young lad is available to mature customer for fun. Negotiable terms..." As he read the contact details, Timmy felt a strange chill steal over his body and the sidewalk upon which he crouched as he read the advert seemed to develop a spongy quality that could no longer support his weight. The lad recognised the telephone number as that of his own.... ***************** Chapter 14 Wednesday Afternoon The mid afternoon sun streamed into the classroom and shone upon the faces of the teenagers as they struggled against the growing warmth of another hot day to concentrate on the words of Mr. Johnson, the English teacher. A fly flew lazily in the still and sultry air providing a point of focus for some of the pupils who struggled to stay awake. Others doodled in their exercise books in an attempt to stop their minds falling into a vortex of tiredness that threatened to overwhelm them. Matt was oblivious to his surroundings; his mind was still consumed with the events of the early morning. Even now, he cringed inside at how he was almost crying in fear of his Father's reaction as the words spilled out; virtually incoherent with worry. And, at the same time, he wondered with huge gratitude and love as his Father seemed to immediately understand what Matt was trying most unsuccessfully to say and despite how difficult it must have been for his Father, how he assured him that somehow, they would both work together to achieve it..... Matt's eyes started to water at the memory and the love that welled out from his heart. Johnson had long noticed that Matt Sawyer was not casting around for something to focus on. The boy he was looking at (and had been ever since the class started) and focussing on something unseen by anyone else. At least it made it easier for Johnson to surreptitiously cast his eyes over the handsome boy's face with shining dark eyes and back wavy hair. Then, moving his eyes downward over the lad's broad chest and narrow waist and, dropping his eyes further downward, Johnson felt his mouth watering again as he caught sight of the fine firm bulge in the boy's tight fitting school trousers. The middle aged teacher knew well what hung between the young Adonis's sturdy legs and that knowledge kept the man's heart palpitating. He simply had to have more. ************* Whilst Matt replayed the morning's conversation with his Father, Jack was similarly discussing the whole matter with Coach Peterson and agreeing the next stage of the programme. Of course, as it had always been, they were both healthy normal guys only interested in Matt's welfare.....or so they represented themselves to each other even though they both were thrilled at the obvious double language being used. Jack was reclining on the sofa, balancing the phone against his ear with one hand, while, with the other, he massaged his hefty swollen package as he discussed Matt's progress. "Tom, as I said before, I can't thank you enough for taking your own time out to help Matt with his body building programme and teaching him new techniques. I can really see improvements in his body. It looks great......" "Yes, it certainly does........" , breathed Peterson. "And it's great to have a lad who listens and does exactly what you advise. It's so important and critical for the lad to feel the benefit..." "Yes, I agree Tom, the boy definitely has to feel it...", breathed Jack as he mauled his package. Jack smiled as he heard Peterson moan slightly. "Oh yes.....Jack, he certainly did alright, er....I mean, I'm sure he does...." Jack continued, "...and thanks again for the new technique you're showing Matt. I know you warned me about what it involved and the sort of help I would need to give him, but I have to say, it's gonna be a challenge for me..." "Ah yes.....", breathed Peterson. "You mean.......er...helping the boy with the exercise when there's no exercise chair? Yes....virtually impossible, I would say. If only your child were female, that would have helped I suppose...." "Strangely enough, I know all of the girls in my PT classes keep obsessing about your boy and I've heard them referring to him as THE school's wet dream. Of course, it's the opposite for us guys isn't it? "That's exactly right, Tom. The thought of pressing my massive cockhead against Matt's small tight butthole and pushing it in.... and in .... and........in...... I can't think of the words to describe how it feels...except to say it would be extremely hard.... Jack heard Tom moan quietly down the phone and he licked his lips as he developed the scenario in his mind.. "Oh God yes........Jack. I can imagine how very hard it would be......", moaned Tom. Jack continued, "Oh yessss....I can assure you Tom, it would be massively hard....and I can imagine poor Matt's young ass walls will be convulsing along the full length of my huge cock trying to stop it going even further in....I can only imagine how it would feel for him" Matt's father suppressed a moan as he heard Tom panting quietly down the phone line. "Oh yes Jack, but I'm sure deep, deep down, Matt will really enjoy it........and really wants it....only knowing of course, it will help develop those internal muscles. I'm sure your boy will appreciate what you'll be putting in.......er....in terms of commitment I mean." Both men were working their huge bulges as they spoke together..... ********************** Whilst Jack and Tom were discussing Matt's training, Walt, the English teacher, was still obsessing how to explore the fit young Adonis further. By the time the bell sounded, the old English Teacher had decided he simply had to `revisit' the boy and as the students filed out of the room, Walt called Matt back. The boy's heart sank. He wondered what the teacher wanted with him, hoping it would not be the same as last time. "Yes Sir?" "Matt, I need to speak to you about your work. Please come to my office now; I've got a few minutes." "Um....Sir, I've got my Phys Ed. session now?", asked Matt hopefully, praying it would get him out of a possibly awkward situation. At that moment, the classroom door opened and the headmaster entered. Mr. Gant, a bespectacled, thin but commanding tall man with grey hair was normally very affable and approachable, but now wore a very worried frown. "Mr. Johnson, we have a worrying situation. We've heard that one of our students is in the hospital. Apparently he was unconscious on a street this morning. The authorities are trying to locate the boy's family but in the meantime, as you're the only teacher that's available at the moment, I need you to go to the hospital. The boy's name is Timmy Hill. Please check the situation, give any co-operation, support and reassurance to both the hospital and our boy as required and report back." Matt's heart leapt and sank simultaneously. He let out a little gasp; his eyes widening. "You know Timmy Hill, son?", asked Gant who noticed Matt's reaction. "Y...yessir", gulped Matt. "He's my friend..." "Clearly you must go with Mr. Johnson. It may be helpful to young Hill if he sees a friend during this difficult time." ****************************** It was night. Timmy was in a deep forest. Strange noises came from everywhere. Way above his head, the strange twisted branches clutched at a velvet black night sky. The cold damp air was still and smelled of rotting vegetation which clung to his nose. Timmy could not remember how he came to be in this strange place; he only knew he had to find his Uncle Stan. He had lost his way (if ever he had a direction in the first place) and all the lad knew was that he had to keep going forward. He could never go back to `that place'. Not that he could articulate what `that place' was. He felt exposed and vulnerable. If only he could find his Uncle. The big man would protect him and know what to do. He tried to call out and at the same time, he was strangely inhibited in case someone (or something) heard him and would know where he was. As a result, a rather strangled but heart felt whine issued forth from his parched lips. "Uncle Stan, where are you?" The undergrowth was full of strange vegetation with weaving tendrils of some unknown species that seemed to pluck at his clothes and around his legs as he walked through the dank forest. Where the vegetation had grown to waist height, he felt the tendrils trying to push high up between his legs, squeezing and pressing....searching... "Yeeeuchhhh....uuurgh...", exclaimed the boy as he soldiered on, trying not to be distracted from his search for his Uncle Stan by the burgeoning feelings of pleasure between his legs... ************************* As Johnson and Matt made their hurried way by taxi to the hospital, `Uncle Stan' fretted in his log cabin. He simply could not stop worrying about Timmy. That morning the big man replayed everything that the boy had told him; everything he had observed about the lad. He wondered what the boy was feeling and doing at that moment. He still remained convinced that the lad's father needed a lesson in how to appreciate his son more.... As he mused upon such matters, he suddenly thought he heard a plaintive cry. It sounded like his name being called. And more strangely, it sounded like Timmy's voice. Heart beating faster, he looked around but saw no one near or approaching the log cabin. Turning back, he thought he heard it again, but again...... there was nothing. Shaking his head, he realised it must have been his mind playing tricks; clearly caused by his current thoughts about the boy. Nevertheless, something deep within `Uncle' Stan nagged at him. Was it simply an imagined voice that he heard or was it something else? He fretted for 30 minutes longer, then picked up the phone and called the school he knew the boy attended. "Hi, erm, I'm Timmy Hill's Uncle. What? Yes, that's right.....I'm his Uncle and I was wondering if........Sorry, what's that.....?" As he listened, his heart wobbled and his face filled with great concern. Although it would be a very long drive into town, he immediately set off in his truck for the hospital.... ********************************* Gant had phoned ahead and Johnson and Matt were met by the doctor in charge of Timmy; a stout, kindly looking man in his early forties who wore the obligatory stethoscope around his neck. He quickly glanced at the teacher and then appraised Matt for a little longer... He cleared his throat and came to the matter in hand. "I'm Dr. James. Firstly, please don't worry. We believe he will recover but he's suffered mild concussion and we've placed him under sedation to help stabilize his symptoms. We expect him to come out of it in about an hour. With luck, he should be able to leave then, provided he has somebody to keep an eye on him in, say, the next 24 hours." "The boy's lucky", the doctor continued. "As we don't expect to need to keep him beyond today, he's got a room of his own so you can come and go as you please whilst waiting for him to come out of it." As they entered the room, Matt's heart went out to the lonely still figure that lay on the hospital bed. The blond haired lad was bare chested with a light blanket covering him from the waist down. Outwardly, Timmy slept peacefully. The doctor hesitated then decided to ask the question. "Do you know if the lad is happy at his home?" Both teacher and boy raised quizzical eyes. "It's ok, forget I asked", and turning to leave, the doctor decided there must be another reason for the strange bruises and marks that he had seen high up between the young lad's legs whilst he had been examining there (for some considerable time).... ********************************* Johnson had never really noticed Timmy at school before. As he never taught Timmy's class, there was no reason why he should. However, now looking more carefully, Johnson very much wondered how he had missed the lad. The boy wasn't quite a Matt Sawyer but nevertheless, the sleeping lad was definitely a looker and with a body that was well developed for a 14 year old. Surreptitiously appraising the sleeping lad, the English teacher took in Timmy's nicely developed pecs that were crowned with firm pink nipples. Looking further along the boy's smooth toned torso, he caught sight of the emerging ripples of the boy's six pack as they moved slightly in rhythm to the kid's breathing. Timmy's arms rested by his side. His shoulders and arms clearly displayed the regular exercise that they underwent in the school gym. In summation, he was a fit, blond, young lad who was moving from `cute' to `handsome' and who, in a couple of years' time, would give very stiff competition to Matt Sawyer indeed! If Matt was Timmy's friend, then the phrase "birds of a feather flock together" was a definite truism in this case. The man started to find himself wanting very much to see if the lad was able to compete in other areas.... Yes, thought Johnson. Whilst the day's events deprived him of Matt, this was a VERY acceptable substitute. "Er, Matt. There's no point in both of us being here. Let's take turns. Wait for me outside till I fetch you, OK? Matt felt uneasy without fully being able to understand why. "Um...are you sure Sir? I want to be there as soon as he wakes." "I'm sure, now do what I say." Johnson's tone brooked no argument. Matt dropped his eyes. "Yes sir." The man saw the boy out of the door and then quietly locked it. Unconsciously licking his lips, he advanced upon the bed and reached out with hands that trembled ever so slightly in delicious anticipation.... ******************************* Timmy strained to hear if his Uncle heard his calling but nothing replied other than strange rustling sounds in the undergrowth, as though something (or things) were moving closer... The weird tendrils of vegetation seemed to be bolder as they continued to pluck at his arms, chest and up between his legs as he passed by. It almost felt as though there were some strange sentience behind them; trying to stop him, slow him down or...... worse. ************************ Matt sat outside the room worrying about the boy he had grown to like very much; his friend. As he sat there, his young mind in a whirl over Timmy, he didn't notice Dr. James watching him from further down the corridor. Dr. James sighed to himself, wishing more of his patients that came for a health check looked like Matt. Hard on the heels of that thought, an idea came to him. "Hello young Matt, don't worry, we're all doing our best for your friend. With luck, he will be fine." Startled, Matt looked up into the smiling face of Dr. James, whose eyes sparkled as they looked down at the 16 year old. Matt respectfully stood up. "Oh, sorry Doctor,...Sir. I didn't see you there. Um....thanks very much for looking after Timmy. He's my friend you see and.....well...I'm just worried...." James smiled and put a hand on Matt's shoulder and then slowly slid it down the boy's back in sympathy and reassurance. "Hey Matt, don't worry. I don't want another sick boy on my hands...", smiled the man as he continued to slide his hand up and down Matt's strong back. "In fact, Matt, I'm getting a bit worried about the stress this event could be doing to your body. It's so important to look after your body." Matt didn't notice the gleaming eyes of the man as he appraised the school boy. "And if you don't mind me saying so, Matt, you've got a good fit body on you. You're obviously a sporting lad aren't you? In spite of his concern about Timmy, Matt couldn't help a surge of pride at the Doctor's remarks. Unconsciously standing straighter and puffing his chest out, Matt smiled gratefully up at the man. "Gee, thanks Doctor. Um...yes, I work out regularly. I want to be like my Dad. He's amazing. He totally supports me." "Yes, I'm sure he does....", murmured James, suddenly wishing he could trade places with the father. The doctor couldn't resist dropping his eyes casually to the boy's crotch. "Oh God....", moaned the man to himself as he took in the fine bulge that pressed against the front of Matt's tight fitting school trousers. Reluctantly, James pulled his eyes up back to the lad's face. Clearing his throat he continued, "Anyway, it would be a terrible tragedy if your current stress causes your body to be sick. I suggest you come with me now and I will do a complete health check on your body. It's best to take preventative steps." "But Sir, er...Timmy might be awake soon and I want to be there when he does..." "Of course, and as soon as that happens, we'll go together. I'll be the first to know as I'm the Doctor in Charge aren't I?", smiled James, his growing lust causing his swelling cock to jerk in juicy anticipation of getting up close and personal with the handsome hunky teen... "Umm....sure, OK Doctor. Um....thanks. I really appreciate this...". The boy's polite and respectful manner sent further daggers of lust straight to the man's churning balls as he led the way to his examination room. ********************************* "Unnnngggghhhh.", moaned Timmy as he started to feel the tendrils gripping his chest and sliding up his legs with more strength and probing force; dragging him to a standstill. The 14 year old boy stood in a gloomy clearing in the middle of the dark dank forest struggling and gasping and sweating with fear as the winding, twisting tendrils rapidly wrapped around his legs and chest. The tiny tendril ends pulled away at the buttons of his school shirt. Meanwhile many others were twisting and climbing higher and higher around his legs; probing, rubbing and squeezing. The tendrils reaching his groin area started to wrap around the kid's bulge, cradling it, squeezing it.... "Uuuuurgggghhh....uuunnnngggghhh....nooooo...." Strange feelings of pleasure that he could not deny started to tingle between his legs as he struggled against the groping sentient vegetation. A particularly thick vine tripped the boy causing him to sprawl on his back. Almost sensing victory at hand, the tendrils rapidly pulled the youngsters flailing arms outward and then pinned them down to the forest floor. At the same time, he felt strong vines pulling his trembling legs apart allowing many more creepers to swarm up and around the lad's healthy bulge; probing and insinuating their tiny tips into and around the lad's fly buttons; slowly working them open. "Nooooo.....aaarrrghhhh....urrrrgghhh" As soon as small gaps appeared in the lad's flies, more tiny tendrils crowded in, working their way into the openings to caress and infiltrate the stretched mesh fabric of the youngster's bulging jockstrap pouch that lay beneath; seeking, massaging, teasing.... "Uuuuuurrggghhh....!" **************************** "Ok Matt, hop on the examination bed there and lie back and relax", smiled Dr. James, indicating the white bed that was raised slightly allowing the patient to lie semi-recumbent. The man, smiling encouragingly at the boy, reached out and started unbuttoning the boy's shirt. "You know, Matt, it's always a very smart thing to have regular body check ups; especially when you're young...", said James conversationally as he worked on Matt's shirt buttons. Matt smiled happily at the compliment , nodding his head enthusiastically. The boy had been raised to respect authority and of course, he was grateful to the Doctor for being concerned about his health and therefore thought nothing of allowing the man to undress him. As the man unfastened the last button and slowly pulled back the flaps of the boy's shirt, the Doctor was faced with a very beautiful view. A tanned and perfectly smooth developed chest lay before the man and, looking further down, the lad's tight abs showed gently delineated ripples that moved deliciously just under the surface. The kid's broad chest was a marked contrast to the narrow 26" waist. "Oh yes, Matt, I can see you like working out....", breathed the Doctor, his eyes drinking in the heavenly sight. "Yessir", grinned Matt, proud and happy that the Doctor had appreciated the effort he put in. James let out a barely audible sigh as he placed both hands on the lad's tanned firm chest, rolling the kid's firm nipples between his fingers and spreading his hands wide he moved them up and down the full length of the 16 year old's smooth torso, to finger the ripples of the boy's six pack. Matt shivered slightly as the man tweaked his nipples but looked up trustingly at the man, his wide open eyes knowing that the doctor was obviously doing what was necessary to do as part of the check up. "Am I OK, Doctor?", asked Matt with open, slightly worried eyes. "I can't tell you yet Matt. Please bear with me and follow my instructions and then we'll see." "Yes Sir." The man started to squeeze the lad's firm nipples harder, causing them to stand very firm and erect. "Unngh...." "Does that hurt Matt?" "Um...no Sir. It's fine....", said Matt, worried that it might in some way be wrong to say otherwise. And, in truth, seconds after the event, Matt found the sensations not unpleasant at all... ************************** The young lad struggled in vain, alone and totally vulnerable in that strange place as the alien vegetation covered most of the young boy's fit body. The lad moaned as he felt his shirt being ripped apart; the sound ugly in the unnaturally quiet clearing. His exposed chest instantly attracted a wave of tendrils that rapidly advanced over his torso to finger his six pack and wrap themselves around his erect full nipples; rubbing and twisting them, sending pleasurable stinging sensations darting outward and down his sweating torso and toward his quivering loins. "Aaarggghhhh.....uuuurrrghhh....", gurgled the trembling boy as he lay on his back in the undergrowth; his body being worked on by a myriad of probing tendrils and creepers that pressed and twisted and rubbed his most tender and private of areas. Undulating waves of pleasure radiated outward from his cock and balls as they were continuously being massaged by the creepers causing Timmy to moan loudly as he turned his head from side to side. "Unnnnghhhhhh.......Noooooooo.....!", screamed the sweating, trembling boy as he felt a particularly strong set of tendrils working their way around the straps of his underwear and up between his firm tight butt cheeks to press at his moist and sacred opening... ********************************* Although in Timmy's dream world, he screamed and thrashed, in a different dimension altogether, Timmy lay very still. The only outward sign of the boy's struggles was a light sheen of perspiration that covered the kid's torso. Only a careful examination would have revealed that his throat moved slightly; that tiny tremors were occurring in his arms and legs and small undulating movements in the boy's gently rippled abs but other than those subtle motions, the sedation held him fast. And so, like a fly in amber, the young lad lay still on the hospital bed as Walt Johnson, breathing heavily in the quiet of the room, concentrated on the very important business of making the patient feel good...... ********************************* As Timmy was helping Johnson with his important work, Matt was equally keeping Doctor James focussed as the man spent long minutes stroking and pressing various parts of the youngster's torso and asking if anything hurt. During this time, things had started to worry the lad. Firstly, and to his horror, Matt found the silky insistent touching from the Doctor's hands pleasurable, in fact, too pleasurable and to his great consternation he felt his cock starting to swell and thicken, pushing against his tight trousers as his hormone ridden body responded to the Doctor's ministrations. Matt became very confused. He couldn't understand why he was feeling pleasure from another man's touch. After all, as the doctor was a man and he was a boy he assumed that he would feel nothing since he was normal now that Father Bryce had blessed him. He racked his young head for the reason for his perverted enjoyment and then....... relief flooded through him when he recalled the words of Father Bryce who told him that it was God`s blessing and HIS touch which was why it felt so good. Of course, it made sense......but then the boy was confused again. This time, the man touching him was not God's representative but a Doctor so can it still be God working through a Doctor? Again, Matt remembered that Bryce had told him that there is nothing wrong with a man touching him provided the man was doing so in order to help him or when he was doing it as part of his duty. Matt was relieved again; In this case, of course, it was both. The Doctor was helping him to stay healthy and of course, it was his duty as it was his job as a doctor and therefore it had God's blessing! As the lad happily rationalized the situation, the Doctor was talking. "Well, your chest seems ok Matt, now I need to test elsewhere...", and so saying, the man placed a hand on the front of Matt's trousers and gently started rubbing and squeezing; his hand spreading to encompass the full healthy bulge there. "Uuunnnggghhh..." Matt started sweating nervously again. Although he knew it was right and proper for the Doctor to be doing what needed to be done, he still worried that if he didn't control himself, he would mess himself. After all, the last thing he wanted was for the Doctor to think he was weird for messing himself during a simple checkup. After all, how could he explain that the checkup that another male was conducting on him was so pleasurable that he couldn't control himself? "Oh yes....you're a fine healthy lad from what I can judge.....", breathed the man as he continued to rub and squeeze Matt's growing bulge. "Unnngghhh....please...nooo..uungh", moaned the lad as delicious waves of warm pleasure radiated outward from between his legs. Now breathing heavily himself, the man used his other hand to resume feeling up the boy's firm broad chest and pinching the boy's erect nipples. "Uuuurrrgggghhhhh........", groaned the handsome boy as he lay on the examination coach, his eyes betraying the liquid pleasure flowing through him as the man felt him up. The boy's tight abs rippled deliciously under his tanned smooth skin as he squirmed in pleasure. James moaned quietly under his breath as the boy's firm bulge became very obvious and started to push down one of the tight fitting pants leg. Using both hands now, the man rubbed and squeezed the kid's long thick bulge whilst the doctor's own thick cock was jerking and leaking steadily. The 16 year old boy was flushed and sweating. The kid started to pant and whimper as he fought to control the rising orgasmic wave that bubbled deep in his balls and root of his thick heavy cock. "Uuunnngggghhhh......" James had to see more of the boy before he would burst. "Now, let's see what we have...", the man whispered hoarsely as he slowly started to unbutton the boy's flies..... *********************** The strange dark forest echoed with the loud cries and moans of a 14 year old lad who squirmed and fought vainly against the vines and creepers that held him fast to the forest floor. Now, with the remnants of his torn shirt lying about him and his chest covered with tendrils that heaved and moved sinisterly as they worked on the lad's nipples, Timmy moaned in undoubted ecstasy as wave after wave of intense pleasure radiated outward from his lower regions as thick tendrils working in concert, turned and twisted, pushing forward and upward into his hot quivering rectum. "Aaaaaargggghhh.....uuuuurrrgggghhh.....unnnnggghhh...!" The lad's flies were pushed wide open by the boy's bulging dripping jockstrap pouch as the youngsters balls instinctively churned out sticky boy honey in response to the divine stimulus that the tendrils were giving.... Small rips were occuring in the straining pouch fabric as the tendrils worked to pull apart the material to get at the thick drooling teen meat that swelled and pushed mightily against the sodden rubber and cotton mesh. The thick tendrils expanded and pushed ever deeper into the boy's steaming rectum to prod at the kid's swollen pleasure nut. "Uuuuuuurrrrghhhhh.......!", gurgled Timmy as his glazed eyes starting to roll up, teetering on the precipice of orgasm. Somehow, the tendrils seemed to know..and momentarily stopped their activity. In his sexual torment, the boy issued a dual howl of frustration and relief. However, the tendrils did not release their grip and presently, they resumed their activity and once again, the huge forest rang with the renewed agonised moanings of a lone and lonely boy.... ********************** The man beside Timmy's bed worked methodically to make the boy feel good for as long as possible... A thin strand of saliva hung from his lower lip as his feasting eyes gorged on the abundance that the young patient had on offer.... *********************** "Oh my God", moaned James as he pulled aside the Matt's trouser flies. The outline of the kid's thick meat completely filled the straining jockstrap pouch which was slightly stained and sticky with the boy's excitement. The lad's fully stretched underwear only barely contained the boy's throbbing assets. The man was unable to stop licking his lips as he again, used both his hands to slowly work the length of thick meat that strained mightily against the taut, sticky mesh fabric. "Unnnnnnnggggghhhhh.....", moaned the lad, as the intense waves of delicious warm pleasure pulsed around his throbbing cock and outward from his groin to the rest of his body. For the next 4 minutes, the examination room resounded with the panting moaning sounds of a 16 year old schoolboy as he underwent his checkup... James's lust had grown to the point where he simply had to see what lay beneath the sticky damp material and using both hands, the man slowly pulled the boy's jockstrap down to the kid's knees. "Jesus Christ", muttered the man as nearly 7 inches of thick moist meat swung up to slap against the boy's tight abs. James moaned aloud as he saw a bead of clear sticky honey slowly drool from the kid's bloated cockhead down onto the tight abs. Hanging below the thick throbbing pole of boy meat were 2 plum sized balls that churned and rolled in ecstasy, ripe and ready.... Matt was panting slightly, his eyes glazing with need and pleasure. "P...please S...sir.....", moaned Matt, his mind caught in a maelstrom of sexual yearning and dread. The man pulled out a previously hidden device that resembled a thick metal phallus that was approximately 8 inches long and attached to a hose which, in turn, was connected to a machine that was operated by a foot switch. The man smeared cream over the large phallic device. "I need to check your inside nervous system to ensure it is properly in sync with your frontal systems....", informed the man as he looked hungrily upon the panting 16 year old. Matt nodded mutely, his eyes partially glazed and his mouth slightly parted. Doctor James reached out with a hand and, collecting some of the dripping honey, start to use it to slowly jack the moaning boy whilst, at the same time, gently but implacably pushing the fat tip of the metal device against the youngster's tight, moist anus that quivered with need.... "Aaaarrrghhhh....Unnnngggghhh...Oooooohhhh....", gurgled the boy as he felt the huge metal object slide into him and fill him completely. The man continued to jack the boy `s fat jerking pole as he firmly pistoned the device deeper in to the kid's slick fiery depths. "Uuuuuuuurrrrrrrrgggggggggghhhhhh.....!", moaned the handsome teen. At that point, still sliding one hand up and down the full length of the lad's stiff jerking meat, the man nudged the switch operating the machine which suddenly vibrated and sent hard pulses of water through the impaling metal phallus and deep into the kid to hit against the boy's roiling fuck nut. "Aaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrgggggghhhhh........Unnnnnnnghhhhhhhh.....Urrrrggggggh", screamed the lad in delirious, ecstatic rhythm to the jets of water as they pummeled the boy's' churning fuck nut. Matt's head was thrown back, his eyes tightly shut as the man continued to jack the boy whilst impaling the kid with the metal device again and again and again; hitting the lad's fat trigger gland. James, now loudly moaning in concert, had to see the boy come and nudged the foot switch to the maximum level. "AAAAAARRRRGGGGGGGGHHHHHH......!" ************************ Timmy was close now...so close. His whole body sang with overloaded sexual stimulus as the thousands of tendrils worked the boy's sweating, quivering body as it lay totally helpless in the forest undergrowth. Tiny tendrils had already infiltrated the fabric of his jockstrap pouch and were now insinuating themselves deep down between the kid's foreskin and sensitive swollen cockhead to rub and squeeze..... "Uhhhh!...Ughhh!....Ugh!!!", moaned Timmy, the pitch of his voice changing as the new stimulus took him closer still.... With a loud ripping sound, the tendrils pulled apart the lad's pouch and the kid's juicy ample equipment exploded out from its restraining web of rubber and sodden cotton and was laid bare for milliseconds before being overrun by the hundreds of tendrils desperate to feed.... At the same time, the thick worming tendrils buried deep in his rectum made a final massive push and clutched and manipulated his young, ripe fuck nut for all it was worth.... Timmy's eyes rolled upward as an explosion took place between his legs. "AAAAAARRRRGGGGGGGGHHHHHH......!!!!!!" ************************ `Uncle' Stan approached the town outskirts and blasted his horn in mounting frustration as he saw tail back queues leading into the centre where the hospital was and where his Timmy lay in goodness knows what condition or torment... ************************* The hospital was known for providing perfectly decent care for all who entered it's encompassing walls and although it was unremarkable in that it had never, in it's history been in receipt of any national awards for patient care, it did, on that particular midday period achieve a remarkable record that could never be publicly declared and advertised. For the first time in the history of the hospital, two good looking teenaged boys experienced mighty orgasms at virtually the same second. In each of two rooms, the front of an adult was drenched. Thick creamy boy juice flowed over beds, dripped and puddled on the floor tiles below. In the room where Timmy lay, Johnson used the blanket that had originally covered the boy to try and mop up the flood of cock and ass juices that still oozed..... He started to panic and his hands trembled nervously as he detected that Timmy was starting to stir and come to; no doubt his recovery was accelerated by the orgasmic `jump start'. In Dr. James's examination room, Matt struggled to control his panting, his face very red with embarrassment whilst the man cleaned up as best he could. Matt heaved a very worried and embarrassed sigh. He was unsure if the doctor was mad at him, or worse, that he'd tell Mr. Johnson, or heaven forbid, tell his Father! "I.....I'm s...sorry about the....accident....sir...". Doctor James grinned and winked at the boy. "That's no problem Matt, it's natural given the tests I had to do and besides, it's not as though you were doing it to yourself is it?" Anyway, I'm pleased to say that you're a very healthy, fit young man and everything is working just fine....", said the man with a slight hoarse still in his throat... Matt was almost overwhelmed with relief that everything was `normal' and that Doctor James did not regard Matt as being strange at all. "Thanks Doctor for checking me up". "It was most definitely my pleasure, Matt- and to be sure you keep your body healthy, I think you should come to me for a checkup at least every month. I'll mention it to your teacher...". "Yes, Sir, if you think I should.", said Matt meekly knowing that the Doctor must know best and was grateful that the man should care about his health so much. Just as the boy had finished dressing, a nurse knocked and entered. "Doctor, your patient, Mr. Timmy Hill has regained consciousness." ************************ The big man sat in his truck, sweating with anxiety. He was still caught up in the traffic jams in and out of the town. With nothing to do but wait, `Uncle Stan' thought back to when he last saw Timmy and smiled to himself when he recalled the lad's bright eyed delight when he gave the boy the toy Fire Engine and the wide shining look of adoration in the kid's eyes as he hung on every word of his `Uncle'. The man also licked his lips with honest hunger when he recalled Timmy's beautiful smooth, fit body and how delicious it tasted; the region between the lad's legs was particularly memorable.... `Uncle ` Stan shivered with a frisson of lust as he recalled how much his `nephew' had to give... Most of all, however, the man had fallen for the innate `beauty' of the boy; his innocence and open happiness at being loved. The youngster's simple view of the world was free of suspicion and underlying agendas. The lad wore his emotions on the outside. Stan knew that such a boy was a rarity in the age of cynicism and greed and therefore a gift to be treasured and safeguarded as if his own life depended on it. And in a way.....it did. However, his smile faded and his face turned dark and cold as though chiseled from ages old granite as he reminded himself of the horrific abuse that the boy was most undoubtedly receiving from his father. It only solidified his determination to get to Timmy and protect him. *********************** Timmy's step-father was irritated. Due to his haste that morning, he had forgotten his wallet which he had left in his bedroom and, upon entering the apartment, he made for the bedroom, passing the study as he did so. Something wasn't right, and back-tracking, he entered the study. It took him very little time to realize that the papers on his desk had been disturbed. His earlier irritation transformed into a seething anger. Timmy had clearly been in his office and hence disobeyed one of his rules. A strange kind of red fog descended and somewhere in his mind a door opened and the psychosis flowed out, overturning any last bit of rational sanity in the man's mind; turning the man into a monster. It stood in the middle of the room, it's visage red, it's eyes bulging and it's perverted deviant mind devising it's plans for torture and retribution and in it's wake......... it sprouted a massive erection that throbbed, and pulsed and yearned for satiation... ********************************* Chapter 15 Doctor James, Johnson and Matt were standing by Timmy's bedside. Timmy looked up at the surrounding faces, feeling very embarrassed that he had put everyone to so much trouble. "Gee, Timmy, you had me worried there. You sure you're ok?", said Matt, looking with great concern at his friend. Timmy's heart felt warm and full of gratitude as he looked at Matt. "I think so....I don't understand what happened." Doctor James smiled warmly at the boy. "You had concussion and were found on a sidewalk and were brought in, Timmy. I'm unsure what caused the concussion. Perhaps you slipped and hit your head? Can you tell us what happened?" Try as he might, Timmy could recall nothing after his rush downstairs to put away the trash like his step-father demanded. After that, there was no memory till it began again with waking up from some horrible nightmare which had something to do with being in a dark forest... "Anyway- I'm very pleased to say you are free to go with these good gentlemen." The Doctor's smile faltered slightly as, casting his eyes over Timmy, he noticed what appeared to be dried smear marks all over his chest and lean torso.... *************************** 15 minutes earlier, as Doctor James was busy getting the results of Matt's checkup, one of the security staff, Fred Ainsworth, yawned as he sat at the terminal which was one of four that were linked to the CCTV system that comprised the security system in the hospital. A series of thefts from some of the patients about five years ago occasioned the installation of the system. The cameras that were installed in the bedrooms and wards also helped the night shift nurses keep a watching brief upon patients. Fred flipped through the footage of the last 2 hours almost on autopilot. He was about to take another sip of coffee when the mug almost fell from his hand. Eyes wide and disbelieving, he reversed the video and reran it. His mouth dropped open at the scene that he could hardly believe was playing out in front of him..... ***************************** Passing through the entrance lobby of the hospital, Johnson, having telephoned the headmaster and updated him, told Matt that he was allowed to take the rest of the day off in order to take Timmy home which Matt jumped at with alacrity. Johnson waved the lad's goodbye and went back to school, sighing with lust as he looked at the retreating lad's broad shoulders, narrow waists and very tight butts. Finally, the teacher turned away consoling himself with the knowledge that he was probably the only person in the world that knew what deliciously creamy, savory flavors and scents each lad possessed between their legs. He licked his lips wistfully as he returned to school. As Johnson and the boys were leaving the hospital forecourt, Doctor James was approached by somebody who wore the expression of horrified disbelief. "Yes, Mr. Ainsworth, what can I do for you...?" ***************************** 20 minutes after the boys had left the hospital, a big man ran, panting, into the hospital lobby. "I'm Timmy's Hill's Uncle, which room is he in..?" ***************************** The monster waited in the study, the curtains drawn as the light hurt it's burning, feverish eyes. Sat in a chair, it stared straight ahead as it slowly slid it's fist up and down it's huge fat cock that oozed in slimy anticipation of visceral fun. It knew it may have to wait for a few hours till school finished and Timmy would get home, but it didn't mind at all. It knew that what would come would most definitely be worth the wait..... ********************************** Matt had suggested a walk through the park to give Timmy some time to recover. The younger boy walked beside Matt glancing frequently at the older boy with something akin to hero worship. "Thanks for coming to see me in hospital Matt....I....well...it was just great to see you after...you know...waking up there...". "Hey, don't mention it man. I mean, I...er..wanted to come and see you when I heard you were in hospital...". Matt frowned, deep in thought and walked in silence for a minute and then, nodded as though his mind were made up. Reaching into his back pocket, he took out his mobile. "Er...here Timmy. Take this for now. You can contact people if you have any problems. - Hey and look, it also takes pictures and video..." Timmy stared, dumbstruck with awe that anyone should care that much about him. Trying to stop his eyes watering, he nodded as he tried to follow Matt's instructions on how to use the phone. ************************************* `Uncle Stan' fought hard to quell rising frustration and panic after hearing that he had just missed Timmy and to be told that they could not give out the address of Timmy on the basis of confidentiality. With tyres screeching on the tarmac of the hospital forecourt, he drove to the school, desperately hoping that he would either find Timmy there or that the school would give him the boy's home address. **************************************** Later in the afternoon, as soon as Peterson heard that Johnson had got back from the hospital, he went to Johnson's office to find out how Timmy and Matt were since both had missed their respective PT classes. Relieved to hear that Timmy would be OK, Peterson was turning to leave when Johnson was unable to resist taunting his fellow rival.... "Poor Timmy was unconscious but I'm glad I was there so at least I was able to keep an eye on the young lad; otherwise there would have been nobody else in that room and I didn't want the boy to wake up alone..." Peterson caught something in the other man's tone and turned back to Johnson who was wearing a face that looked like the proverbial cat that had licked the cream... Smiling innocently, the teacher went on to reassure Peterson... "Although I wasn't able to speak to the lad, it was very clear he knew he wasn't alone and that he was in safe hands..." "Oh how nice of you, Walt. And, how do you know Timmy knew he was in `safe hands' if he was unconscious?" Walt's smile got bigger. "Well, yes, Timmy was indeed unconscious but it was very obvious he was aware of me and that he most definitely appreciated my being there." The teacher licked his lips pointendly. "Yes, the lad VERY MUCH appreciated my taking care of him...." Despite the obvious taunting and the jealousy that Peterson felt, he couldn't help feeling aroused at the thought of a totally helpless Timmy being taken advantage of. He felt his groin swelling at the thought. "And...um...how...er...exactly could you see that Timmy knew that you were there....", asked Peterson as he pointedly moved his hand to the front of his sweats and started to gently squeeze himself..... ************************** The homeless Hobo was sitting in his makeshift home; a dirty one-man tent that he had secreted in a wooded part of the town's large park. He slurped his tea from an old cracked mug and pushed stale bread into his bewhiskered mouth, overly chewing on it as he fumed about the way he had been treated by the Police which, just that morning, had finally released him from jail. He had to be careful next time, he realized. It was only luck that the last kid he tried to molest was so shocked and confused that the lad was unable recall sufficient detail to convince the Police that there was any chance of pressing charges. He grunted in disgust. Yes, he'll have to be more careful in future.... ************************** In one particular house on the outskirts of town, Officer Lomand, the Deputy Sheriff and protector of the community of Briers Cross and the surrounding township was busy. He was sweating profusely as he sat naked on his settee staring greedily at the television as he tugged on his fat small cock. The gay pornographic film played on as the man pleasured himself; grunting lewdly as he squinted through piggy eyes at the action on the screen. The fat man was taking advantage of his equally fat wife's visit away to see her aged mother for a few days. His nostrils flared with lust as, on the screen, a young lad who was probably in his mid-teens was being set upon by four big, brutish men. Lomand moaned with lust as the terrified screaming of the young kid, mixed with lust-driven snarls of the men belted out from the tv. The sound of fabric being ripped as the front of the boy's shirt and flies were being ripped open.... It was an illegal, underground video and the participants were not actors..... The phone rang and Lomand reluctantly tore his eyes away from the screen where two of the men were holding the screaming boy fast as another man had his hand deep in the boy's flies clutching and squeezing whilst smiling lasciviously at the screaming kid. The fourth man was preparing some barbecue skewers.... "Yeah...? Oh Bryce, it's you. Listen. I think you should send that lad, what's his name...Luke...yeah, that's it. You should send him over. What...? No, of course I'll be careful.....yes. No, don't worry, it won't be like the last kid, I'll be more careful. What...? That last kid was Luke's room mate? Well, how was I to know he'd panic and lose it? Look, there's nothing to worry about, nobody is gonna ask questions are they? These kids you're looking after have no one who even knows about them do they? Yeah, yeah, alright, alright, so send him round tonight about 7pm." Turning back to the television, the screaming had stopped as something very thick and very long had just been pushed into the convulsing lad... ************************** Being a weekday, the park was pretty much deserted as the boys walked through it. Timmy was still marveling that he was in the company of his best (and only) friend who had loaned him his mobile. His heart was bursting with happiness that he had Matt and his Uncle Stan who cared for him and that they felt he was worthy of their care and attention. The younger lad's eyes were still bright with tears that he couldn't quite stop and, as surreptitiously as he could, he wiped them on the back of his hand when Matt wasn't looking. Seeing an old brick restroom on the fringe of a wooded area, Timmy felt the call of nature. "Um...I need to use the restroom Matt. Won't be a minute." "Sure, thing. Say, while you go, I'll get us a couple of ice creams- my treat, and let's sit over there", said Matt, indicating a nearby bench. "Great", smiled Timmy, his young broad smile and shining blue eyes stirring....something....in Matt's heart. Matt set off for the ice-cream parlor at the far end of the park whilst Timmy made for the restroom.... ******************** The hobo felt sweet knives of lust stab his balls as, keeping a watch on the public restrooms as he always did, he saw a young, blond, blue eyed lad enter. The tramp licked his lips as he cast his rheumy eyes up and down the boy's slim firm body, noting through the half open school shirt, the top of the lad's smooth nicely toned chest. The man moaned gutterally to himself as, dropping his eyes to the boy's groin, he grunted lustfully at the sight of a healthy bulge in the kid's tight fitting school trousers. And, finally, the boy's small fine tight butt as the school kid entered the restroom, proved too much for the hobo... *********************** Stepping in from the bright sun, Timmy had difficulty seeing the row of four filthy and smelly urinals in the gloomy interior of the old brick built restroom. Choosing the far left urinal, he unbuckled his trousers and was just about to answer the call of nature when the sound of somebody shuffling in caused him to seize up with the usual nervous tension. The lad waited, hoping the person would use the cubicle but....it was not to be. He groaned inwardly as he felt the person stand right next to him even though there were two other urinals that could have been used. A malodorous wave hit him, and swiftly glancing to his right and back again, Timmy saw what looked like a homeless tramp. Staring straight ahead, the boy concentrated hard; attempting to relax sufficiently to allow his bladder to open but was unable to as long seconds went by. He felt the man turn his head in his direction to stare at him. The 14 year old started sweating as he realized he was not going to be able to urinate and, to make matters worse, the hobo leaned forward to feast his eyes on the young lad's thick full meat that the boy held uselessly in his slightly trembling hand. Long, long seconds went by in pregnant silence while Timmy sweated and agonized over what to do. Should he leave and look stupid or wait and hope he could urinate? Bizarrely, Timmy's young body reacted to the base sexual tension that pervaded the small gloomy room and, to his horror, he felt his young cock thickening and growing further in his hand. The tramp's breathing became labored as he continued to gorge his eyes on the boy's full fine and growing cock. "Oh yessss....", grunted the man. "Mmmmmmm! Nice big thick juicy cock you have boy! See ya like to show it off to men eh boy? Yummm....! Such a lovely big boy you are... Bet you have buckets of sweet thick boy sauce bubbling in those big balls of yours....." Timmy felt waves of erotic compulsion and revulsion collide and flood through him and whilst his base sexual urges drove him to perversely enjoy the odious sexual compliments the hobo was giving him, he equally hated it. Timmy decided to leave but before he could he suddenly felt the hobo slide a large calloused hand down the inside of his school trousers to caress and rub his arse. "Urrrgggghh....no!" "Lovely smooth firm butt...." The groping fingers squeezed and massaged the lad's cheeks and then, discovering the straps of the boy's underwear, grabbed them and twisted them together, pulling them up between the teenager's ass cheeks; causing the twined straps to rub hard against the lad's sensitive hole and compress and squeeze the kid's roiling balls. "Aaargggghhhh...noooo....uuunnngghhh...!", moaned Timmy in shock and reluctant pleasure as waves of tingling delight radiated out from his anus and balls. With surprising strength, the man pulled up hard on the straps with his left hand forcing the lad to stand on tiptoes, and then to lose balance and pitch forward. Instinctively Timmy used both hands to steady himself against the urinal wall. With both his hands now used to save himself, he was unable to stop the hobo reaching with his gnarled right hand to the front of the lad's open trousers and ripping down the boy's jockstrap pouch and grabbing the boy's thick semi hard cock.... "Oh Yessss.....! What a lovely big thick you have boy. Gonna squeeze your cock, your balls, gonna make ya cum....", husked the hobo lustfully. Only his outstretched arms prevented Timmy from being pushed face down into the reeking urinal and so, unable to find sufficient footing to turn and resist, Timmy was unable to do anything to stop the man using his big rough dirty hands to completely feel him up between his trembling legs. "Mmmm...what lovely thick meat for such a young kid....", grunted the hobo as he roughly manhandled the boy's ample equipment whilst simultaneously probing the lad's tight moist quivering anus with the fingers of his other hand. "Oh yessssss! Nice, hot and juicy....", grunted the derelict man as he licked his fingers and started to really push them at the entrance to the lad's quivering sweating anus. "Please...S...sir....noo.....don't...Aaaarrrrggghhhh...!! Uurggghhh...!!", screamed the lad as he felt the man starting to stuff his fingers up his tight sweating anus. Still weakened from the morning concussion and suffering from the residual effects of the tranquilising drugs that were administered by the hospital, Timmy started to feel his senses swim and his strength rapidly drain. "Oh Sooooo yummy.", crooned the bum who repeatedly worked his thick rough fingers in and out of the kid's slick hole, licking them. "Aaarrrggghh....uuuurrrggghhh....", whimpered the defenseless, weakened lad. ************************ As Timmy was helping to keep the hobo occupied, Peterson and Johnson came to a final understanding and mutual agreement that Matt and Timmy were young lads worthy of their special support. Both men were panting slightly and the clothing at the front of their groins were damp with their lusts as they traded their experiences of the good points about the boys... "So did you get a dinner invite from Matt's father, for this Friday?", asked Peterson. Johnson grinned lasciviously. "I'm looking forward to it...". "So am I and...", continued Peterson, "Jack tells me that Matt only wears his jockstrap when at home...". "Oh my God...", moaned Walt, licking his lips. Just then, Johnson's phone rang. As Peterson left, Johnson answered it. "Hello? Who...? Oh, yes, hello Doctor James. How can I help you?" Walt's face became very, very serious as the conversation continued. 10 minutes later, Doctor James, smiling grimly, replaced the receiver confident that Johnson would ensure that Matt would attend every month for a checkup.... ************************* Matt was walking back across the park carrying two cones of ice cream. He knew it wasn't good for his body building regime but he excused this one occasion under the special circumstances. Recalling the body that Timmy had, as well as his own, he quietly felt that they both would survive the indulgence. He smiled to himself as he recalled Timmy's exuberant attempts to copy his weight training techniques and remembering the deep look of desperate determination in Timmy's big blue eyes, Matt's committed to really support his new found friend. Looking toward the empty park bench, Matt's smile faded slightly and, assuming the lad was still in the restroom, continued to the bench and waited.... Little did the 16 year old know that, 50 yards away, in the dark, putrid smelling corner of the old public restroom, his young friend was half sobbing and trembling with the effort of stopping himself from being pushed down into the urinal by the rough tramp that was bending heavily over him, ramming his rough slickened fingers deeply into the boy's hot rectum and manipulating the kid's young full cock and balls mercilessly... *********************** `Uncle' Stan ran quickly up to the reception at New Cross School hoping against hope that he would be able to get Timmy's home address. As he drew close, he saw a rather stern faced elderly woman behind the counter and his heart sank. Forcing down his panic, he knew he had to play this carefully. Although he had no logical reason for feeling the way he did, he was becoming increasingly convinced that time was running out he had to get to Timmy as quickly as he could. *********************** The monster that had once been Timmy's father sat in a chair, drooling slightly, it's eyes fixed ahead as it continued to slide it's big rough fist slowly up and down it's huge fat leaking cock as it waited calmly for the boy's return from school. It's vacant eyes were looking inward upon a scene it was hungrily anticipating. It's twisted visage grinned monstrously as it licked it's lips slowly. Oh yes.....the pain it would inflict and the pleasure it would feel would be soooo exquisite.... *************************** Chapter 16 Jack Sawyer was in heat as his huge thick cock throbbed in his sweats at the thought of helping Matt with the internal muscle exercises. His earlier conversation with Peterson inflamed his sexual heat and lust as he lay on the settee working his meat through his pants. He recalled saying to Peterson, "The thought of pressing my massive cockhead against Matt's small tight butthole and pushing it in.... and in .... and........in......". Although it inflamed his perverted hunger, it also caused him vague concern. He greatly loved his handsome teen son and whilst the thought of the hunky 16 year old experiencing some degree of pain and pleasure tickled the man's deviant lust, the idea of wilfully causing his boy actual physical damage was another thing altogether. He tried to shrug it off, but it lay on a shelf in his mind, nagging and vaguely accusing... ******************************* In the stinking dark public restroom, 14 year old Timmy was close to fainting with exertion and fear. His loud reluctant moanings of sexual pleasure echoed in the small, gloomy and rank urinal area. His outstretched arms against the wall were the only things stopping him from falling face down into the reeking old urinal as the rough thick fingers of the smelly bewhiskered hobo worked greedily high up between the youngsters trembling legs. The blond lad's jockstrap was near his knees; it's pouch torn asunder by the heavy set tramp in his wanton lust and thirst for what hung heavily between the fit boy's legs... Timmy felt the world shift to some surreal plane as his senses hovered on the event horizon of unconsciousness; his arms started to slip and fold and then....in some separate part of his beleaguered mind he heard a huge shout and angry screaming. The weight on his staggering body suddenly disappeared to be immediately replaced by supportive strength; keeping him from falling; holding him up; comforting his trembling body. Timmy's senses were reeling and he felt, rather than saw. He felt salvation; he felt hope; he felt care; he felt...........his friend, Matt. Five minutes earlier, Matt had started to feel strangely nervous and fidgety. Although he reasoned that Timmy was obviously still engaged, something indefinable tugged and nagged from some distant room in his mind. He didn't consciously know it at the time, but that something was a genuine deep care for Timmy; his friend and protege. And so, as the pillars of adulthood were establishing themselves within young Matt, the 16 year old felt a responsibility to check and make sure Timmy was alright. Still holding the two ice creams, Matt made his way to the restroom, calling Timmy by name as he entered and came upon a scene that would look at home in Dante's Inferno. He saw Timmy, shallowly angled against a urinal wall; his legs spread with his school trousers down around his knees. Squatting between Timmy's legs, like some fantastically foul frog, a heavy set hobo was deeply reaming out the moaning, trembling boy's anus and manipulating the boy's full equipment. The sound of Timmy's torment reverberated around the room to merge with the grunting slobbering sounds of the hobo as he sucked and savored the boy's juices. Horror and a rage hitherto unknown to Matt rose from some unfathomable depths of his being. Ice cream dropped and forgotten, he screamed his absolute hatred with a strength and pitch that greatly startled the hobo who released Timmy and turned and rushed out as fast as he could to disappear into the wooded area. Only later, on reflection, would Matt know what contributed to such outrage; it was because he recognised the hobo as the one who molested him in the jailhouse when he was chained to the cell bars.... *********************************** `Uncle' Stan's fingers were white as they gripped the edge of the counter while he spoke slowly and with as much calm as possible; forcing a smile to his face. "Miss, as I've already told you, I'm Timmy Hill's Uncle and I know he's not at school as he fell ill but the hospital has already discharged him so I need his home address which I don't have since I have mislaid the details they notified me when his family last moved there. So, I really do need the address so I can make sure he is alright..." The man's eyes bored into the rather severe bespectacled elderly lady, hoping to almost mesmerize her into releasing the information. She sniffed as if to make a point. "As I've already told you, sir, I can't release that information to strangers". The man looked about to explode. Swiftly turning on his heel, `Uncle' Stan, swept out of the school reception area, a sweat forming rapidly on his forehead, his eyes darting left and right under the increasing dread that he may be too late.... *********************************** With one of Timmy's arms slung over Matt's shoulder, the 16 year old boy half guided, half dragged Timmy into a tiny secluded grassy `cave' that was formed by closely overhanging ferns and bushes. Nobody would see them there. Matt saw the whole of Timmy's chest and torso was shivering and trembling and in the absence of knowing what else he could do to help, he held Timmy close to him and stroked his friend's chest and torso in an attempt to soothe and calm the trembling lad who was now whimpering slightly and whose eyes were still shut tight, his head shaking from side to side as though desperately trying to deny the horror of what he had just been through. Matt's heart was heaving with fear for Timmy and the waves of emotion that swept through him. "Shhh...Timmy...it's over now. I'm here. That man has gone. He won't hurt you anymore...", murmured Matt as he continued to stroke Timmy's chest and stomach. The older boy felt the terrific thumping of Timmy's heart causing Matt to really fear for his friend. Matt glanced downward, checking over the younger lad's body for any injuries that the man may have inflicted. Matt's eyes widened and he let out a small choked gasp as he saw large bruise marks around Timmy's cock and balls. The bruises were very yellow and tinged with brown. "Oh noooo...", moaned Matt, his eyes watering and his heart heaving with sorrow but knew he had to be strong for Timmy's sake. As Matt rhythmically rubbed his hand along the length of Timmy's torso, in some almost separate part of his mind and without being consciously aware of it, he enjoyed the feel of the younger lad's firm toned pecs and gently rippled abs as his hand moved over the contours of Timmy's smooth warm body.... Somewhere, within the dark chaos of Timmy's mind, he felt a soothing beacon emerge. It was comforting, calming and strong of determination to support him. He felt a soothing familiarity to it. He struggled to identify it and cast about in the darkness to understand its nature and then..... he remembered. It was his friend, Matt. He let out a sobbing gasp and clutched hold of the beacon and swam to the light. Timmy's eyes opened, found and fixed themselves on Matt who looked down on him with mighty concern on his face. The young lad's blue eyes shone brightly as they watered with tears of gratitude. Timmy had found his hero. "Oh.....Matt....thank you...", whispered Timmy. Matt unconsciously spread his hand as he continued to stroke up and down the full length of Timmy's lean torso looking anxiously into his friend's bright blue eyes. "Nothing to fear now....I'm with you...", whispered Matt. Timmy sighed gently as he finally felt his body relax and respond to Matt's ministrations. Delicious gentle waves of pleasure rippled down his body and to his groin as Matt continued to stroke him; gently whispering to him, relaxing him further. Finally, Timmy felt safe and happy. As happy as he was when he was with his Uncle Stan and his young hormone filled body followed suit... As the 16 year old comforted his young friend he felt a fullness expanding between his own sturdy legs. Just as he felt that, his stroking hand touched something. Looking down, Matt's eyes widened as he saw that his hand had bumped against Timmy's thick cock that lay hard against the younger lad's abs. At nearly 6" long, the young lad's firm full length of meat pulsed and throbbed with unspoken yearning. The fat plump cockhead was fully exposed and a clear drop of boy honey oozed in anticipation from the wide bubbling piss slit. Matt pulled his hand away quickly. At the same time, he was both surprised and also very strangely proud of his friend's body and utterly speechless. He gulped and swallowed noisily. "Oh, gosh. S..sorry Timmy. I didn't mean to...you know...s..sorry. I hope I didn't hurt you...?, gulped Matt nervously. Timmy continued to look up into Matt's dark eyes and taking Matt's hand, he moved it back onto his throbbing cock. "Please....Matt.....please.....", whispered Timmy, almost moaning; his blue eyes pleading and full of yearning. Swallowing nervously, Matt nodded imperceptibly and very gently, he grasped his friend's thick jerking tool and moved his hand slowly up and down in that most ancient of male motions since time immemorial. "Oh....Matt....", moaned Timmy as waves of delicious pleasure radiated out from between his legs. Matt's mind was a maelstrom of conflicting urges. He wanted so much to support and help Timmy who, for whatever reason needed to be comforted in this manner. At the same time, he fretted that God would think him a pervert for abusing his friend in this way. And yet....behind a shielded area of his mind, he felt joyous pleasure at being able to be so intimate with his friend and enjoyed the warm sweet throbbing he felt in his own groin. Timmy, moaning softly as Matt gently jacked him off, moved his own hand to Matt's very full bulge and squeezed and massaged the solid straining meat in the schoolboy's trousers. Matt closed his eyes and tried to stifle a groan of pleasure as Timmy worked his bulge. Holding Timmy while gently jacking him off, Matt was unable to stop Timmy from opening his flies and reaching into his jock to pull out his own thick 7" cock to slowly work it. And yet, he didn't voice opposition to what his friend was doing.... "Unnnngghhh.........Ohhhhhh....Timmy.....", groaned Matt, his mind reeling from the sheer pleasure of what the younger lad was doing to him. Matt's eyes watered with the stress of reconciling his turbulent thoughts until he recalled the advice that Father Bryce had given him. He remembered the priest saying that provided a man is helping a boy (or if it was his job), then it's perfectly normal to touch any part of a boy. At this memory, Matt felt a degree of relief because it was exactly what he was doing for Timmy; trying to help him. Then, with a wave of blessed relief, Matt also remembered that when God gives his blessing, which of course, he would do as he was helping his friend, the proof of that blessing would be the pleasure that both he and Timmy were experiencing through this action. Matt almost burst into tears with happiness and relief and, as he continued to slowly and gently jack the younger boy off, without thinking about it, he leaned down and kissed Timmy. As their lips met, Matt felt a glorious pounding and an incredible sweetness flood his senses and fill his heart. Timmy, smiling up at Matt, gazed adoringly at his Hero; his glazed blue eyes swimming with pleasure and reached up to stroke Matt's face and kiss him back as he continued to work Matt's hard, heavy equipment. No one heard the escalating moans of young male pleasure emanating from the hidden space overgrown with bushes and shrubs.... *************************** Johnson, the English teacher, looked at the clock as it ticked away. He felt hot and had been perspiring quietly ever since receiving the phone call from Dr. James. Although the doctor did not say anything specifically, Johnson KNEW that the doctor was aware of what he did to Timmy whilst the lad had lain, vulnerable and helpless on the bed. He recalled the words the doctor had uttered, "We take the health care of our patients very seriously in this hospital which is why, for example, we have video cameras in ALL the bedrooms to make sure our patients are safe and can rest without interruption. I mean EVERY bedroom, Mr. Johnson. Which, is why I am requesting that you help me to make sure Matt comes for a medical checkup every month. I'm sure you understand Mr. Johnson...." Walt looked again at the clock as it ticked toward 2:30pm. Yes, he certainly felt that time was somehow ticking down for him... ************************** Young Luke was replacing the burnt down candles in the church at Briers Cross. His mind was full of the visit to Officer Lomand that Father Bryce had instructed him to go to. He greatly disliked that fat man who had felt him up. He realized that it must, of course, have been correct as Father Bryce allowed Lomand to do what he did but he still had misgivings especially as Father Bryce will not be with him this evening. As he pondered and worried about this, he noticed a big bearded man sitting on the front pew, kneeling down with his big hands clasped tightly together as he looked up at the cross. The man's lips working as if to recall some long forgotten prayer. The man's eyes looked desperate; almost frantic. Luke felt great compassion toward the man and went to him. "Are you alright, Sir? May I be of help at all?" The big man looked up at Luke, smiling sadly. "Thank you for asking, my boy, but I fear you probably can't help me." "Please tell me, Sir..", murmured Luke, his young heart aching for the obviously distressed man. `Uncle' Stan nodded and explained how he was unable to get the address of his nephew. Luke could only think of one way. "Sir, if you know your nephew's surname, could might find it in the telephone book...? I know of a telephone kiosk just around the corner- I can show you". As Luke's words sank in, the man's eyes widened. With a loud exclamation of self-anger and frustration, the man staggered to his feet, clapping his hand to his forehead. "Oh my boy!!! Of course! How could I be so stupid- Thank you so much my son. You just may have saved somebody's life! What is your name?" "L...Luke, Sir". "Luke. I will not forget you, my boy. Thank you so much". Luke went out with the man and pointed to the corner where the telephone was situated. As the big man ran toward the phone kiosk, Luke smiled and hoped with all his heart that the man would find what he needed. Turning to go back into the church, the boy heard an urgent but stifled call. "Luke, Luke, it's me, Alex!" Luke's eyes widened with surprise at seeing his erstwhile roommate. A brown haired lad with gentle green eyes, Alex wore an urgent worried look on his young fair face. "Alex? I can't believe it! Where have you been?" asked Luke. "What are you doing here and why did you suddenly leave without saying anything; even to me?" "Father Bryce told me to leave because I tried to tell him what Lomand did to me. He didn't believe me and told me not to tell lies to anyone about Lomand or I would go to Hell," muttered Alex. "But Luke, please believe me, I'm not lying! That's why I'm here. Thank goodness you were out here for me to call you else I don't think I could have into that church to look for you." Luke felt the small patter of cold feet at the mention of the fat police officer. "Why, what about Officer Lomand?" "He hurt me terrible, Luke," Alex quietly said, his eyes watering at the memory. "Father Bryce said I had to see him at his place and he....he..." "He ... what Alex? What did he do?" *********************************** Fred Ainsworth was restless. In his mind, he kept seeing the events that the security cameras in Timmy's hospital bedroom recorded. Even now, he found it hard to believe. Unable to stop himself (yet again), he recalled what happened in that bedroom.... The man closed the door after the 16 year old lad left the room. Very quietly, he turned the key in the lock and walked slowly toward the bed on which lay a young fit blond haired boy who, to all appearances, was sleeping peacefully. Bare chested, the lad's broad shoulders and well-toned arms were well displayed and complemented the boy's smooth and nicely toned chest. The male contours continued across the kid's torso delineating the gently emerging six-pack muscles of the young tight abs, which rhythmically shifted in tandem with the lad's breathing. The man visibly licked his lips as he stood by the bed and slowly raked his eyes over the sleeping boy's naked torso. Using both hands, he tentatively laid them on the boy's chest momentarily reveling in the feel of the firm, warm, toned flesh. The man then commenced to rub his hands slowly over the firm young chest; rubbing the full nipples, pinching them with his fingers. Whilst pinching one of the nipples, the man bent down, taking the other nipple in his mouth and started to suck and nibble on it and simultaneously exploring the boy's tight abs with his other hand. As the man interfered with the boy, the slightest of frowns appeared on the youngster's forehead.... Keeping his nose and mouth close to the boy's skin, the man moved away from nibbling the nipple and moved downward across the kid's torso, flat tonguing the gentle undulations of the lad's abs whilst deeply inhaling the warm sweet scent of the 14 year old lad. Movements behind the boy's closed eyelids commenced as the boy dreamed his dreams... Nudging the edge of the covering blanket down with his nose, the man continued to lick and inhale his journey toward the Holy Grail. The man slowly slid the blanket down revealing the lad's groin. The CCTV footage did not record sound but it clearly showed the widening of the man's eyes as he saw what was between the lad's legs. The man then commenced to snuffle and lick the lad's full bloated sac holding the large balls that roiled and churned in response to the stimuli the man was giving. Unable to get his tongue fully down between the lad's legs, the man momentarily broke off to pull apart the kid's legs before resuming. Full access to the young swollen meat and the tight, moist and trembling entrance was now available to the man who began to take full advantage..... Ainsworth shuddered and shook his head as he cut off the memory. Although he had mentioned it to Doctor James, he knew it was unfair to put the doctor in that position. He knew now that this could not go unreported to more official authorities and reached for the phone. *************************** Finally, Matt and Timmy emerged from the undergrowth. It took a little time to recover and to clean themselves up and the sun was slowly making it's way past the mid afternoon point. Matt glanced at his watch. "I think we should get you home Timmy or your Dad may start to wonder where you are. Now are you sure you don't want to tell your Dad and the Police about that tramp who attacked you?" Timmy shook his head violently. "No! Not my Dad, please Matt. He mustn't know anything about that or what the tramp did to me. I don't want him to know anything at all. Please don't tell the Police. My Dad won't be happy with me......" Timmy trailed off, biting his lower lip and glanced away. The older boy looked at Timmy and was confused. "Why? What do you mean your Dad won't be happy with you? What would your Dad do...?" "Nothing. Just...let's not tell anyone. Please?" Timmy looked pleadingly at Matt, his blue eyes holding desperation in them. The last thing Matt wanted to do was to cause his friend any more stress. "Sure, no problem Timmy. Look, as we're near where I live, why don't we pop in and perhaps we can find some change of underwear for you. Otherwise your Dad might want to know what happened." A wave of gratitude swept over Timmy and he nodded agreement. ************************** The two men were in Peterson's office. Johnson, the old English teacher, was covering his face in his hands and shaking slightly, unable to believe the sudden turn of events. Peterson paced the room red faced, with a furious demeanor. "It's your fault for not controlling yourself, Walt", said Peterson angrily. "If you're on their fucking CCTV system then what do you expect me to do about it?", raved Peterson. He inwardly dreaded any involvement of the authorities as it would surely lead to interviews with students and goodness knows what some of the boys would say. The authorities would interpret anything to support their suspicions. This thought increased Peterson's fury. "If I get implicated in any wrongdoing, you're a fucking dead man Johnson, I'm promising you that! Now get the fuck out of my office!" ************************* The clock showed almost 3:00pm and although there was some time before Luke was due to come, Lomand was most definitely in the mood and, going into his kitchen, he took a cue from the video he was recently watching and reached into his cutlery drawer and withdrew two corn cob skewers. Licking his lips, he mentally ticked off other items that he would need including handcuffs, rope, some implement with a long thick handle, a large basin, a mouth gag, long shoe laces, a tub of vaseline and plenty of towels that would easily absorb lots and lots of fluids... Once the fat sweating man had retrieved all the items and laid them out on the kitchen table, he decided to relax with one of his favorite videos. He particularly liked the scene where a virtually naked fit young lad wearing thin cotton briefs was being held by two big men whilst a third, wearing knuckle dusters on each of his big hands, stood in front of the lad and started to exercise his powerful arm muscles. Turning the volume up, he sat back and started to rub himself whilst staring at the screen and sighing with pleasure at the sounds that belted out from the tv. ************************** As Lomand was laying out his implements, Jack was thinking about getting ready for his late afternoon shift at the construction site when Matt and Timmy arrived. Matt proudly introduced his Dad and Timmy to each other, feeling a warm glow of pride and happiness. "Hey Timmy, I'm very pleased to meet you," Jack smiled. "Any friend of Matt's is certainly a friend of mine. Welcome to our home." As Matt went on to explain how he was helping Timmy with his body building at school, Jack surreptitiously looked Timmy up and down and was very pleased with what he saw. He felt his groin become tighter and he smiled wider. Timmy saw how Matt's father slowly ran his eyes over his body and felt immensely proud that the man was clearly impressed; very much the way Coach Peterson had been impressed with Matt's body. The lad unconsciously puffed out his chest and spread his legs as he tried to modestly showcase his young, trained body. "I can see you've got good shape and tone, son", said Jack, using the compliment as an excuse to take his time to rake his eyes over Timmy's broad shoulders and narrow waist. His gaze lowering, he suppressed a moan when he saw the fine, full swelling between the lad's legs. Looking back up at the good-looking blond boy, he smiled warmly. "Yes, you've definitely got nice bulges in all the right places, Timmy", breathed Jack, recalling the line he heard from Peterson. Timmy fairly glowed with pride. "Gee Mr. Sawyer, do you really think so? Guess I have Matt to thank for that; his body is amazing- it really inspires me", said Timmy proudly, casting an affectionate glance at Matt, who beamed a little awkwardly at the praise. "Yes, it's not too bad I suppose," joked Jack, winking at his handsome son. "Oh yes, that reminds me Matt; don't forget, now you're at home....?" The 16 year old rolled his eyes in mock sufferance but with a grin on his lips. As Matt started to undress, Jack explained to a bemused Timmy that it was something which helped keep Matt focussed on his body form. As Matt finished stripping and stood naked apart from his jockstrap, both Timmy and Jack were unable to stop staring in sheer admiration at the muscular young Adonis that stood before them in all his youthful male glory. Although Timmy had seen Matt many a time in the locker room, somehow this was now different. Much different.... Matt's broad shoulders and narrow waist `top and tailed' a perfect torso that clearly showed a gentle six pack. His nicely muscled arms and legs were perfectly toned and the muscles showed deliciously just under the smooth tanned skin. Targeted training with weights definitely paid off with Matt's pecs beautifully shaped and firmly crowned with full stiff nipples. The tight and gently rippled young torso disappeared under the jockstrap waistband which led the eye to a very full and strained mesh pouch which clearly showed the boy's full meaty length and heavy balls behind the tight stretched cotton and rubber material. An extremely handsome young face topped with black wavy hair, flashing dark eyes and full moist lips set in a strong male jawbone crowned the perfect male teen body. A slightly embarrassed smile finished the vision. Timmy gazed on Matt with total admiration and poorly disguised adoration. Even Jack struggled to break the spell and after several long quiet seconds, he finally managed to clear his throat and turned to Timmy. "Er.....anyway...um...Timmy, you're obviously welcome to overnight in Matt's bedroom whenever you want. I know what you boys are like. Playing your video games and talking non stop about sports and girls....." Jack caught an awkward and slightly embarrassed glance between the lads. "....or whatever....", he finished awkwardly. ************************ "Father Bryce would never let that happen. He's a man of God!", protested Luke. Alex grimaced. "Well Lomand certainly isn't a man of God, Luke. Please, for goodness sake, don't go to his place if ever Father Bryce tells you to....". Knowing that Bryce had recently asked him to do just that, Luke was chilled to the marrow as he stared into Alex's green, desperate eyes. "What can I do, though...?", warbled Luke; his hands starting to shake and flutter slightly as the tendrils of panic tickled his heart and mind. "Come with me. Now. Don't even pack anything," said Alex, an urgency in his voice. "Just leave with me now otherwise Father Bryce may never let you leave if he suspects anything. There are some people I want you to meet. They are from Juvenile Services. I stay with them. You can too. Please, Luke. Come.....now!" Luke felt a sudden overwhelming sense of panic, his young heart pounding at the thought that the only world he'd ever known since the orphanage was about to crumble down around him. His chest aching, he began to pant rapidly as though trying to extinguish the fire of his panic. A wave of dizziness swept over the 13-year old, causing him to stagger. He would have surely fallen had Alex not been there to catch him, and lead him quickly away toward a car the doors of which flew open to eject a worried man and woman who could clearly see a medical emergency was about to unfold.... High up, from the window of the church's small office, Father Bryce was working on the next day's sermon. He tried to concentrate through the sound of voices drifting up from the street below. Tutting to himself, he got up to close the window and, looking down to identify the source of the disturbing sound, the Man of God saw the small figures of Luke and Alex. Vague warning tinkles sounded in his mind and Father Bryce, who had a very strong survival instinct, picked up the phone to speak to his Bishop.... **************************** The big man's fingers trembled as they tried to turn the pages of the telephone book that listed all subscribers whose surnames started with `H'. Thirteen subscribers in the local area had the surname of `Hill'. `Uncle' Stan started to dial each number in turn... ******************************* In Matt's bedroom, the 16 year old was rummaging through his drawers looking for some underwear that Timmy could make use of. Meanwhile, Timmy stripped down to his ripped jockstrap and whilst he did so, the small cowboy figurine fell out of one of his trouser pockets. Feeling a little foolish, Timmy explained how he kept the gift from his Uncle Stan as a good luck charm. Matt's face lit up. "What a great idea Timmy. Here, let me get something so you can hang it around your neck". Once again, Timmy's heart swelled with happiness that Matt had not ridiculed him or dismissed his feelings where his Uncle Stan was concerned. Moments later, Matt grinned as he stood back and appraised Timmy who stood virtually naked sporting his cowboy figurine which now hung on some coloured string as a pendant between his young toned pecs. "That looks great, Timmy.....you look great...", said Matt as he handed the younger lad a jockstrap. As Timmy pulled it on and stood up, Matt looked Timmy over and had to admit that his young friend made quite a striking image for a 14 year old. Blond, with striking blue eyes that shone out from a cute and at the same time, handsome face, the boy would certainly turn heads (of either sex). The younger lad's shoulders were quite broad for his tender age. The kid's firm smooth pecs were crowned by full nipples, which were standing proud. Timmy's tight abs were suggested by the smooth gentle lines of his emerging six pack that lay just beneath. The young lad's very narrow waist was delineated by the jockstrap band and the stretched pouch was very well filled by the kid's swollen, ample assets. "Dad's right, Timmy", murmured Matt, his eyes showing clear admiration of his friend. "You really do have a nice body...". Timmy was gobsmacked that Matt, of all people, should pay him such a compliment and he blushed furiously. Then, looking almost timidly at the older boy, he tentatively reached up and lightly trailed his fingertips across the older boy's chest and down across the gently rippled abs to rest on the edge of the waistband of Matt's jockstrap. Matt sighed gently at Timmy's touch. "So do you Matt......and much, much better than mine", whispered Timmy, his eyes shining up at Matt momentarily to then drop slowly downward, across Matt's defined torso to linger momentarily on the older boy's bulging pouch. Matt's heart started beating hard as he felt the younger boy's sexual need radiate which mirrored his own burgeoning lust. He could feel Timmy's fingers hovering on the edge of his jockstrap, almost seeking permission.... "Of course you can, Timmy......", whispered Matt. Swallowing audibly, Timmy shyly and gently grasped the thick long shape in Matt's pouch with both his hands and slowly squeezed and rubbed it, causing the 16 year old to close his eyes and lean his head back and moan quietly. Waves of pleasure trickled outward from his groin as Timmy's hands explored the thick bulging length that lay trapped in Matt's stretched jockstrap pouch. "Uuunnnngghhh....oh..........Timmy...yes......" Matt, wanting to give back pleasure to his friend, reached out with his own hands towards Timmy's groin. "Ohhhhhhh.....Matt....yes....please.....uuungghhh", moaned the younger lad as Matt's hands started working between Timmy's legs that trembled with pleasure. Unbeknownst to the boys, Jack Sawyer was just on the other side of the door, his eyes wide and his heart beating. He couldn't help groping himself as he heard the soft moaning sounds of pleasure emanating from the other side... In his perverted mind, Jack imagined the two fit young lad's sweating and moaning loudly together; enjoying and exploring each other's toned tight bodies to the absolute fullest.... He left the boys to it, his mind whirling at new possibilities. ******************** Of the thirteen entries found in the telephone book, `Uncle' Stan was able to rule out nine. The remaining four numbers were not answered when he rang. The big man moaned with fearful frustration as he realized he would need to visit the remaining addresses to try and identify Timmy's home. He leapt into his car and sped off to the first address on his list... ********************** It was approaching 4:00pm as the boys lay naked and quiescent in each other's arms on Matt's bed which was, by now, very rumpled and extremely damp.... Both stared up at the ceiling and wore dreamy smiles of contentment as they listened to each other's breathing. Matt cleared his throat. "Um....Timmy...I..er...that is...what we d..did......", he stammered. "......I'm so glad we did it.....", he finished. Timmy smiled happily and felt his eyes watering. Matt continued, slightly awkwardly. "I think God approves.......I mean, Father Bryce, the priest from the Church at Briers Cross, he told me that if a guy helps another guy it's ok to, you know, touch and all that and the proof that it's OK is if it also feels good....because it's God's blessing." Timmy frowned slightly and nodded, slowly concentrating on Matt's words. "I think I know what you mean. My Uncle Stan tried to help me be happy and he ... um.... you know... he touched me, and it felt ... wonderful." Matt suddenly felt sad for his friend. "Aren't you happy then Timmy?" Timmy looked away, almost unable to bear hearing the question. "I'm so happy with you and Uncle Stan...", warbled the younger lad. "But........ not with your Dad...?', ventured Matt, on the brink of understanding.... The younger lad stifled a sob. Matt instinctively held Timmy closer and enveloped him with his other arm. "I'm sorry, Timmy. Let's forget everything except that...........I think I love you..." Timmy hugged back and didn't let go. *************************** Matt walked Timmy to the bus stop to catch the 4:45pm service that would take his friend home. As the 16 year old walked back, he felt a bit guilty, as Johnson had explicitly told him to make sure Timmy got home safely. Although Timmy had adamantly refused, it still didn't make Matt feel any easier. He asked Timmy to send him a message using his phone so he would know everything was alright. But he felt that wasn't the only reason for the strange feelings of misgiving he was experiencing. He tried to understand the reason for the feelings of unease. As Matt continued walking, he remembered the sinking look of dread on Timmy's face when he reminded his friend that he needed to get back home as it was getting late and that his step-father would be looking for him. The strange dry look that came over Timmy's eyes and then...there were the bruises that he had seen between the boy's legs. At first, he had thought that the hobo had inflicted them but, as a seasoned kid who had experienced more than his share of `rough and tumble' activity on the school sports field, he knew that bruises didn't show immediately and certainly they would not have that yellow look that only old bruises that are well on the way to healing would have. With an increasing feeling of dread, he remembered Timmy's fear of his father finding out about the tramp's molestation and perversely fearing his father's reaction. Then, leaping into his mind, he remembered Dr. James asking if Timmy was happy at home... Matt suddenly stopped dead in his tracks as the door of understanding clicked ajar. He caught a glimpse through the door jamb and what he saw horrified him. "Oh...Nooooooo...TIMMY..!!!". He ran. He ran as fast as he could back to his home just in time to see his Father, Jack emerge to go to work. "Dad! Dad! You have to take me to Timmy's home now, please!!" Jack was stunned by the look of panic on his son's face and the tone of his voice; so out of keeping with his usual calm and undemanding demeanour. But before he could ask Matt what the problem was, he got his answer. "I....I think Timmy is being hurt by his Dad....", gulped the flushed lad. ************************* Timmy arrived home and went directly to his bedroom, eager to try and send a message to Matt using the phone his friend lent him. He didn't know that something was in the apartment waiting for him. As he concentrated on setting up Matt's mobile phone to take a video message, he didn't hear the quiet, sly footsteps approaching his bedroom... ************************* Timmy tried to grin naturally into the camera of the mobile, feeling silly. "Hi Matt- I hope you get this video. I tried to remember what you told me about how to do it so here's hoping! Anyway- I'm back safe and sound so you don't need to worry about me and....thanks for....you know...everything. I guess I'll see....." "So the little traitorous pup is back", breathed a soft silky voice from the bedroom door. Timmy looked up at his stepfather and was horrified to see him totally naked and sporting a huge throbbing cock that oozed greasily in perverted anticipation. The boy instinctively reached for and clutched the small enameled cowboy figurine around his neck. Looking at the person in the doorway, he KNEW something dreadful was about to happen. He felt the blood cool in his body and felt a weakness flood his whole being. "You know the rules about not going into my office don't you?", purred the creature as it glided slowly toward Timmy. "The little brat needs to be punished", it breathed. Timmy stood up on very shaky legs. "D...dad...p..please... I didn't mean...." The creature slowly shook its head in mock sympathy. "Oh dear, it's too late for excuses now. Far too late, you naughty boy." Timmy could barely remain standing and without realizing, he voided his bladder completely as naked fear gripped his mind and body. The insane man smiled a strangely vacant smile and stared between the boy's legs before lifting his strange stare back to Timmy. The man slid closer to stand in front of the lad. It reached forward and grasped the figurine the boy clutched and yanked it off the kid's neck to sneer at it and hurl it away to the corner of the bedroom where it fell with a clatter. Timmy moaned fearfully at it's loss. What had once been Timmy's step-father now grasped the flaps of the lad's shirt near the neck and ripped the shirt apart and downward causing the buttons to fly off and to expose the boy's chest that panted and heaved with fear. Throwing the shirt remnants aside, the insane man looked at the bare-chested quaking boy and licked his lips and, reaching out with his big hands, started to slowly rub the boy's chest and torso, pinching the young nipples hard. "Aaaarrrgggghhhh...!", gasped Timmy, wincing in pain. Daring not to move or rebuff the man in any way, Timmy stood frozen to the spot in abject fear as the crazed man continued to feel up the boy's trembling chest and torso. Moving its hand downward to the wet stained front of Timmy's trousers, it started to rub and manipulate the kid's bulge whilst staring at the boy, it's tongue slowly licking its lips. Timmy, who was barely able to stand, shook his head slowly, his tear filled eyes silently pleading with the creature not to do what it was doing. Strangely, the big hand was shockingly gentle as it rubbed and massaged between the boy's legs; so much so that Timmy's body started to respond almost independently of the boy's mental state, causing the boy to moan in horror at his body's betrayal. The creature grunted as it felt the bulge fill his massaging hand. "Slut", whispered the monster as it grinned crazily. Still staring with strangely distant, yet burning eyes, the creature reached downward and started unfastening the boy's fly buttons. Timmy moaned with dread. "You little slut tease", whispered the creature as it moved his hand into the opened flies to grasp and roughly fondle the lad's full pouch. "Aaargrgggh...n...no..sir.." "P...please...sir....d..don't hurt me...", moaned Timmy, his head shaking slowly; his eyes wide and watering and his colorless lips trembling. Impatient now, the creature tore apart the flies and pulled the trousers down. "No.......", moaned the boy as he now stood shaking violently and virtually naked other than his jockstrap in front of the monster that now slowly raked his eyes over the kid's torso and groin, drooling slightly from the corner of it's mouth. It gripped Timmy's balls through the pouch and squeezed extremely hard. "AAAAAAAAAARRRRRRGGGGHHHH.......!!!!!!!!!! The boy screamed at the top of his lungs in total agony as the thing smiled and savored the sound. Removing his hand, the creature half turned and then backhanded the boy with a terrific swing of his big arm sending Timmy across the room to hit against the wall and collapse to the floor. "Get on your feet.", it said, almost conversationally as it casually picked up Timmy's baseball bat that lay propped against the wall. Timmy struggled to his feet; tears and blood streaming down his face. "P...please...nooo...", blubbed the lad, his eyes staring at World's End. It took a double-handed grip on the baseball bat. "And now you naughty little boy slut. You must be punished." Timmy instinctively backed away at the bat swung toward his head and tripped over a football that was just behind him. As he fell backward the bat hit his arm in a glancing blow instead. Pain burst from his arm as the boy fell down on his back. It raised the bat high and swung downward toward the boy's head as the lad lay on the floor. Timmy somehow managed to twist his head sufficiently but he felt the wind from the passing bat as it hammered into the floor where his head had been a split second earlier. The baseball bat jarred violently as it hit the hard floor causing it to jump out of the creature's hand and roll toward the open bedroom door. The loss of the bat was of no concern to the madman as he knew his big hands would suffice perfectly well. He knelt over Timmy and grabbed the helpless boy's neck with both of his hands and smiled as he squeezed.... For seven hellish seconds, Timmy tried to escape the implacable pressure on his throat, his feet trying to gain an impossible purchase on the floor and then.... .....a strange peace stole over the boy. The horrific pain from his left arm seemed to no longer register as something deep within him believed that this was now to be his end. Warm cozy images of sitting with his Uncle Stan in the big sitting room where they talked and laughed came to him and he wished he could have seen his Uncle one more time. Even as he thought it, as though that were an invocation, he saw Uncle Stan's face appear over the shoulder of his step-father. Although the boy knew it must be an hallucination, Timmy smiled faintly, his heart swelling with happiness that he got to `see' his Uncle Stan one last time. Perception seemed to warp for Timmy and it seemed he only blinked when he then saw his friend, Matt somehow coming toward him. Timmy now felt truly blessed that he had seen both Uncle Stan and Matt one final time. He smiled faintly at Matt and, at peace with that, he allowed himself to slip away. *************************** Three minutes earlier, `Uncle' Stan drove into the forecourt of the block of flats to screech to a stop. This was his third address on the list. As he got out, another car drove up rapidly, the doors of which ejected a big man and a young dark haired lad. Both wore drawn faces of worry. "So what's the apartment number, Matt?", shouted Jack. "Oh no! I only knew Timmy lived in the block, he didn't say a number!", moaned the anguished boy. `Uncle' Stan overhead and leapt on the utterance of the word, `Timmy'. "Did you say Timmy? I'm looking for him. It's apartment 9!". A scream of pure agony rent the air. Both men and boy looked at each other horrified and ran in the direction of the scream. Thirteen seconds later found the men in front of apartment 9. The two burly men put their shoulders to the door which splintered and caved in under their combined weight. Warning Matt to stay back, Jack Sawyer rushed forward and was the first to reach the room from where the strangely muted strangled sounds came. He froze in the doorway, unable to take in the scene before him. It was the first time in his life that he was witness to the horrific sight of a man throttling the life out of a young boy. The sound of the lad's feet as it rapped out a feeble tattoo on the floor would remain with him and change him forever... Although it felt like long minutes to Jack, there was, in fact, no wastage of time at all and `Uncle' Stan swept past him, stooping to pick up the fallen baseball bat by the bedroom door as he went by. For the first time in his life, `Uncle Stan' lost all control of his actions, as anger and revulsion coursed through his being. He raised the bat and his howl was not of the world of men. "LEAVE TIMMY ALONE!" The monster turned its head and, for a split second, fear registered in it's red mad eyes. The big man's brawny arms swung the bat aiming at the monster's head. Stan poured all of his hate, all of his fury and all of his fear for Timmy into the single mighty swing of the bat. Everyone could hear the sound as the bat hit the monster's head, sending it crumpling to the floor. The sudden release of pressure from Timmy's neck caused the boy's eyes to flutter open momentarily to see Matt hurtling toward him with arms outstretched.... Timmy smiled weakly at Matt before slowly closing his eyes. Dropping the bloodied baseball bat, Stan quickly bent down and placed a big hand on the boy's chest, feeling for a heart beat. After a few seconds, with the trace of a relieved smile on his face and a glimmer of hope in his eyes, he looked up at Jack and Matt. "Thank God, he's alive," he said with a sigh. "I think we may have arrived just in time." Stan noticed the cowboy figurine lying on the floor. With a slight gasp, the man grabbed it and shakily put it around the neck of the unconscious lad.... As the wailing sound of an ambulance and police cars approached the apartment building, Jack and Stan looked on with stricken faces as Matt cradled Timmy's limp, unconscious body. Unable to stop himself, the husky teenager suddenly burst into tears, crying far longer and louder than he had when he was born. *********************** Time stood still for Matt, Stan and Jack. It was as though they were in some strange bottled world, afloat and somehow separate. After 2 hours of sitting, pacing, and worrying in the hospital, they leapt to their feet as one when Doctor James who had taken charge of Timmy's case approached them with a very somber and helpless expression. "We've done all we can to stabilise him.", said James. "Timmy is in a deep level of unconsciousness and runs the danger of tipping into a coma. If that happens, then we can't predict the outcome. Whilst his body is a little worse for wear and suffers from a very bruised throat, these afflictions will heal. With Timmy, it is more a case of mental damage than physical. It is now largely his spirit and determination that will impact upon his ability to come out of it or slide completely into coma." On seeing the stricken faces around him, Doctor James attempted to offer some hope. "May I suggest that you talk to him. Hearing is often the last sense to go and the first to return. It may help in some small way...". ****************** After the joy of seeing his Uncle Stan and Matt for what Timmy thought was the last time, he found himself in a forest which seemed vaguely familiar... .....and standing there in that forest, it came back to him and he remembered the strange undergrowth that had weirdly molested him in a manner that was not entirely unpleasant. Yet, the boy shivered at the memory and looked warily around, peering through the gloom, alert to the presence of any such vegetation. There was none of it this time. In fact, most of the plants and trees looked strangely wilted and stunted and warped. The air was still and no birds or animals made any sound. Looking down at himself, Timmy saw he was almost naked other than a badly soiled jockstrap with a badly torn pouch that only barely supported him and then terror flooded in as some terrible half memory of his step-father came back to him. As though the memory were in invocation, he heard his step-father calling him, suddenly and frighteningly, close at hand. "Tiiimmmmyyyyy.....you can't hide from me. Medicine time."; gurgled the monster as it emerged from behind a tree; saliva dripping down it's chin. In one hand swung the baseball bat. The eyes wore a vacant glazed look that clearly betrayed the utter madness that lay within. Licking it's lips, the creature ran it's eyes slowly down Timmy's shivering, sweating naked torso to rest and feast upon the boy's ripped and stained, straining pouch. "Still the slut eh?", said the monster, almost casually. Then, its face darkened; its eyes took on a feral look. The cores of those eyes turned red. "Sluts must be punished...", it gurgled obscenely. Timmy let out a horrified, strangled yelp of terror; his eyes wide and watering with fear. He turned and fled as the ambling creature followed, swinging the bat almost jauntily. Blindly and in abject terror, the young fit lad fought his quaking legs as he tried to distance himself from the horror that followed. He felt as though the forest ground was a strange conveyor belt moving in the opposite direction thus slowing his forward movement. Naturally, this did not happen to the thing that was casually and almost cheerfully following him, swinging the bat from side to side. Spying a small overgrown concavity in the undergrowth, he fled into it; hid himself, stifling his panting and terror as best he could; straining to hear any sound of the creature. And then...he heard something else. Very faintly as though from a long distance away, Timmy heard other people speaking. "Timmy will be OK, Matt. I'm sure of it. Wherever he is, I'm sure he'll come to us. We just have to be patient and wait and simply be here for him when he comes to us." "Y..you know...I love him so much...." "Yes, I know you do Matt, as do I and I know Timmy knows that...." On recognition, his eyes widened, his heart thumped anew and the lad almost cried out with relief. "I'm here, Matt, Uncle Stan", moaned the boy, too frightened to shout out loud; it came out as a strangled whisper. "Please, tell me where you are....he's looking for me...!" Timmy heard Uncle Stan and Matt continue talking. Clearly they hadn't heard him and yet, they did somehow sound closer; just around the next large tree to the right of where he crouched hidden. The sorely petrified lad knew somehow in a deep and locked region of his being that this was his final chance; the final test of his faith and strength. He knew that if he made a break for the big tree where he believed his Uncle and Matt were behind, then his step father would see him and it would be over. But if he stayed where he was, he would be stuck in that strange place to be forever pursued by the monster that had once, in another time and place, been his step father. Timmy didn't know how he knew this. He just did. He knew he would have to decide. He would need to summon all the strength that God had given him and all the faith and love he had in Uncle Stan and Matt to save him when he revealed himself.... The 14 year old dug deep within himself. Deeper than he had ever delved before to find the courage. And with the search, he found something totally unexpected. He found his self respect and self worth. And, on the heels of that, he felt an anger that ignited and rose and blossomed within his young heart and mind. That his step-father had dared to assault him and mistreat him when all he had done in his young life was to try and love the man because his dear Mum had loved him. The anger grew and with it came the strength he needed. His Uncle Stan, whom he trusted implicitly, had once said to him that there would be people who would love him very much in the world. He bunched his strong young legs beneath him and leapt for his future and leapt for his life..... ****************** At the same time as the hospital had been conducting tests on Timmy, across town, the fat policeman was fuming with impatience. It was 7:45pm and still Luke had not turned up. Picking up the phone he called Father Bryce but there was no response. As he replaced the phone, the door bell rung. "At fucking last", grumbled Lomand though his bad mood evaporated as he thought about what he would shortly be doing to the 13 year old blond, blue eyed boy... Lomand wrenched open his front door with a smile of welcome on his face which disappeared since the two big police officers standing in front of him did not look like a cute 13 year old choir boy at all. "Mr. Lomand? You're under arrest. You are charged with having sex with a minor, physical assault of a minor, sexual assault of a minor, causing grievous bodily harm to a minor........" ************************* Father Bryce saw from the telephone caller ID that Lomand had attempted to contact him. Though he wasn't sure what that would have been about, he was sure of one thing; it wasn't wise to have any further traceable contact with Lomand. On his desk, he had finished his formal request to the Bishop for a transfer to another diocese. He had already spoken to him and gained agreement citing the stress of dealing with so many church members as a reason and that a move to a quieter place and as far away as possible would be needed to recover and continue with his calling. In the meantime, he would need to take a leave of absence with immediate effect leaving the verger to stand in until a replacement could be found. A packed bag was already waiting. He would leave that evening. *************************** The following morning, Walt Johnson was in his office preparing for the last few days of school before it broke up for the summer. He was secretly glad to be away from what had started to become an increasingly claustrophobic place ever since his suspicion that he may have made a grave mistake. Trying to rationalize the conversation he had with Doctor James, he tried to comfort himself with the fact that the Doctor never actually accused him of anything specific. A knock came at his door and without looking up, he hoped it wouldn't be Mr. Gant, the headmaster asking after Timmy again. "I haven't heard anything more about....." Looking up, Johnson felt his blood cooling instantly and suddenly felt a wobbly weakness in his bladder as he stared at two big police officers in front of him..... His mind commenced gibbering madly; his mouth working soundlessly, his eyes wide with panic as he heard the officers, as if from a great distance, inform him that he was being arrested..... *************************** The news spread like wildfire throughout the school and it was only a matter of eight minutes before Coach Peterson heard of the old English teacher's arrest on the charge of gross indecency upon a student of the school. He immediately broke out in a cold sweat and frantically reviewed any evidence that there might be that would implicate him in anything improper at the school. At least, he thought, he hadn't had to contend with CCTV evidence like that fucking loser Johnson. Most of the day passed off without incident and Peterson was breathing more easily as he took the afternoon gym class. As he was showing a bare chested, brown haired lad how certain weight routines targeted the abs (and he was slowly moving his big hands over the kid's toned chest and lean naked torso to make the point), he looked up casually and snatched his hands away from the boy and felt faintly nauseous and giddy as he saw two police officers making their way toward him through the free weights area. The approaching officers clearly caught the instinctive and defensive behavior and they knew they had the right man. Their mouths were set in a grim line. "Mr. Peterson, you are being charged with rape, gross indecency and grievous bodily harm upon a minor......". Peterson didn't hear the rest. He was numb to the world. The only emotion he felt was a seething hatred of Johnson who had clearly squealed and tried to bring him down. "This is outrageous! You've no evidence....", muttered Peterson, forcing his eyes to glare at the officers as indignantly as possible. "Sufficient was found in your basement....", murmured the officer as he handcuffed the teacher. With cold, disembowelling realization, Peterson remembered the hitherto forgotten camcorder that he had used to record the `internal exercises' he had administered to Matt. He had totally forgotten to remove it from the shelf where it had been busy collecting all the evidence needed to get him into very big trouble.... The world went off kilter and became dim as the big man felt his legs fold and collapse beneath him. ************************ 12 Weeks Later The big log cabin in the surrounding forest was an oasis within the darkening forest as it settled down to face an early autumn night. The warmth and light from the crackling fire served to create a very cozy and comforting atmosphere in `Uncle' Stan's sitting room. The wonderful smells of a big roasting chicken wafted in from the kitchen which the occupants of the warm log cabin would shortly be savoring. The flickering light from the hearth reflected back from the faces of two young lads as they sat in the middle of a huge sofa. They held hands as they looked into the fire with slightly glazed looks. On the side of each boy sat a big man; each of whom similarly stared absently into the fire as they looked inwardly. The moment caught each of the occupants reflecting on the events of the recent past which seemed to have taken on an almost unrealistic feel; as though, somehow, the events had happened in another universe and time. Perhaps, for them, it was the only way to protect themselves... Timmy As often as he had tried, since returning from coma, Timmy could never truly recall any detail of what had passed since waving Matt goodbye at the bus stop. Strangely though, one memory persisted from a place and time he could not exactly pinpoint. He remembered he was running as fast as he could around the bole of a large tree searching desperately for his Uncle Stan and Matt. And then he saw them, smiling at him with halos around their heads. And it had seemed at that time quite proper as they were, indeed, angels to him. The boy remembered the halos getting bigger and brighter as he looked at them and then, through the expanding brightness of the halos, he had seen the walls of the hospital room behind them. Timmy recalled how he had instantly known the truth. He had found his way home. Matt Matt looked into the crackling flames in the hearth as he mused upon the recent events. The agony of not knowing if Timmy would come out of his coma meant that he had operated in a surreal world of auto pilot. Every night on his return from the hospital where he held vigil by Timmy's side (sometimes alone and sometimes with Stan), he had gone through his weight training routine in a very mechanical fashion. He never broached the subject of his internal muscle training with his Father partly because his mind was so focussed on Timmy's situation and secondly, he didn't want to add to his Father's burdens after his dismissal from his job on the construction site. Looking back on that amazing evening when Timmy came back out of his coma, Matt could still remember how ridiculously underwhelming and totally `normal' the event had been. It had been as though Timmy had simply woken up from a short nap; apart from the fact that Timmy had grinned hugely at them and then immediately burst into tears with the man and boy immediately following suit. That, and the fact that Timmy had, in fact, been `napping' for nearly 3 months..... As terrible as the time had been, it had provided complete and utter proof of his Father's steadfast love and support for him and further confirmed his own appreciation and endless love he had for the big man. He wondered, now, as he stared into the fire, how deep (and yet subtly different) were the bonds he had with his Father and with Timmy. When he was with Timmy, the love and lust he felt was manifested in the yearning fire in his heart and mind and his full throbbing cock. When he was with his Father, however, the love and lust he felt was translated into yielding, trusting, and naked vulnerable acquiescence in his soul and a burning itch deep within his anus that had to be scratched.... Jack Jack could not get over the amazing run of events that had occurred since that terrible moment which still crippled his emotional equilibrium and created an issue that he had `shelved' but knew had to be addressed for the sake of his own self respect and sanity. During the immediate aftermath of `the event', he had firmly put Matt's needs above all else and effectively acted as a chauffeur taking the lad to perform his vigil next to Timmy's bed. Additionally, he also had stayed for long periods of time at the hospital to ensure that Matt, in turn, was supported in his emotional turmoil and anxiety about his friend. His summary dismissal from the construction site due to his lengthy absences had seriously worried Jack although he steadfastly refused to regret his decision to be with his son at the most worrying time of his boy's life. That Stan had suggested that they all work and live together in his log cabin was a demonstration of an amazing generosity of spirit which gave him a renewed strength of purpose which, provided he could address the burning issue in his mind, would be a solid foundation for a new future both for him and Matt (especially now that Matt had virtually finished school, he could perhaps join them in the business). Stan Although by no means an overly religious man, Stan continued to give his utmost and heartfelt gratitude to God (or whatever force that had brought them all to this moment) after Timmy's near death. For the umpteenth time, Stan was so grateful that Timmy had used the mobile to send a message to Matt. The video evidence on the mobile phone that had continued to record every horrific detail of the event was sufficient to protect him from charges being brought for assault. When Jack lost his job, it was only natural and obvious to him that Jack and himself combine their skills and go into the business of building log cabins and offering other building services. As the builder of his own log cabin, the augmentation of his skill set with those of Jack's construction knowledge would kill several birds with one stone. His idea to enlarge the log cabin to provide further accommodation for Jack and Matt would enable the fledgling company to really benefit from concerted action. Also, perhaps a new environment away from the stresses of city living would be a welcome new start; a new beginning for all of them after such a dreadful event in their lives. Living together would also enable his Timmy to be close to his boy's special friend Matt which, to Stan, was of paramount importance.... ******************** A particularly loud crackle from the logs on fire jerked everyone back from their musings and, bringing himself back to the present, Stan stood up and beamed down at his `family'. "OK everyone, the roast is probably ready now. Let's have a lovely dinner to celebrate our new found family." Everyone nodded agreement with smiles. Ten minutes later saw them all around the table and before anyone started, Uncle Stan, with a gleam in his eye, stood up. He looked at each in turn before speaking. "I've decided that I would like to celebrate Thanksgiving now. I would like to give thanks for having my beloved Timmy with me safe and sound and to have such wonderful close friends here living with Timmy and myself. You're all my family now. We are one." Stan pulled out a piece of paper and glanced a little embarrassedly around. "Er...I wrote this little poem which I dedicate to my Timmy...." With everyone looking on with wondering eyes and a smile on their lips, the big man cleared his throat. "To my darling Timmy..... I didn't give you the gift of life, but in my heart I know, the love I feel is deep and real, as if it had been so. For us to have each other is like a dream come true. I didn't give you the gift of life, Life gave me the gift of you." Everyone grinned hugely and, with watering eyes in all of them, they broke out into a loud clap. Timmy sat silent, his big eyes bright with tears that overflowed, looking at his Uncle Stan who then uttered words that transformed Timmy's world forever. Stan took a big breath and said "And now, my dearest Timmy, with your permission and only if you wish it, I would like to formally adopt you as my son as soon as the law allows." Commencement of the dinner was delayed as all stood up and rushed to Timmy who was unable to stop crying. But, for the first time in his benighted young life, the tears that coursed unstoppable down his cheeks were those of purest happiness..... ******************** Much....much later that night, after Stan and Timmy had retired to their bedroom, Jack had sat in the sitting room in the dark. Matt had also retired to bed about an hour earlier. The `shelved' issue had flooded Jack's mind and swirled around in his brain; tormenting him. The horror and trauma of seeing the attempted murder of a helpless young boy had tipped Jack into a maelstrom of guilt and shame and self-hatred. Jack knew that the sight he had witnessed was the manifestation of the utter evil of total domination and control over another person. And was he any different to that vile man that tried to kill his own son? The event forced him to recall how his own selfish lust-driven urges caused him to drug and then abuse his own son and even plan to allow others to abuse the lad for his own perverted pleasure. It caused Jack to almost double up as he felt his shame and self disgust like a knife in his stomach. That he used his son's happy devoted innocence to his own advantage crucified him. If he totally succumbed to the wish to control his son, how similar would he have been to the monster he had seen throttling the life out of Timmy? Silent tears of abject and utter shame welled up in his eyes and coursed down his cheeks; burning a fiery path down his face and causing his whole body to shake and convulse with self hatred. His moral compass underwent a seismic shift. He moaned with self-loathing and he began beating his head with both his fists. Any pain he inflicted was nothing to that which he felt inside. It was in the fiery crucible of these burning, purging thoughts that his love and feelings toward his son were reborn. Out of the cleansing flames, a newly forged resolution emerged which would now be imprinted on his DNA. He would respect Matt and love him with an honesty and openness that the passing of time would never put asunder. This meant he would be open about his enjoyment at being close and intimate with Matt. Matt's obvious open love of him and absolute loyalty toward him demanded nothing less. And, it was with this determination now imprinted throughout every fiber of his being he knew what he must do. ********************** Whilst Jack struggled with his demons, Timmy lay close to his Uncle Stan with the man's big arm protectively around him. Timmy's happiness was foreshadowed with demons of his own and they took the shape of his stepfather. Stan looked at Timmy and the invisible bond that seemed to link the man and boy (and had done so ever since they had met) transmitted something to the man. "Hey Timmy....you ok, my precious boy?" The lad smiled though a little uncertainly. There was an indefinable tinge of sadness about it which turned the big man's heart over. "Why did my Dad not like me Uncle Stan?" Stan knew what he said next would have a huge impact on the boy. "Oh Timmy, my beautiful wonderful boy. It was nothing you did at all. Your Dad was, well, sadly, he wasn't well. Perhaps his brain was ill; you know, just like other parts of your body can sometimes be. Maybe that's why he couldn't see the lovely person you are that everyone else can see. Maybe that's why he has been unable to come out of his coma. I know I may be a little selfish, but I thank the Lord that at least you came back home to us..." "But what if he doesn't come out of the coma? What then?" "Well, I think the doctors will need the final word from his next of kin which would be you, Timmy, I'm afraid. You may need to let the doctors know if they can switch off the life support or leave him on it in the hope that someday he will recover, but I think that will be some time away because you need to be an adult before you can make that decision...." Timmy's young fair face frowned in serious thought and then said clearly to Stan, his blue shining eyes clear, bright and determined, "I won't let the doctors switch the machines off. He must be allowed to live, however long it takes for him to come out of the coma. If there's a chance he can recover, I must give it to him. He was my step-father. He relies on me to help him." Uncle Stan was very tempted to explain to Timmy how it was not DNA or titles that makes a family but love, but looking at the boy, he kept his peace. The love that the big man had for the boy trebled in an instant in the face of the mature compassion that the boy showed. "Oh my boy. What a truly wise and loving person you are...", murmured Stan, as he looked deeply and lovingly into Timmy's big blue eyes. "....and you must truly have no guilt attached to you at all. You will have then given your step-father every possible chance." It was difficult for Stan not to clench his fist and grate his teeth having seen with his own eyes what the man had tried to do. But then, looking at the beautiful handsome blond boy next to him who was all innocence and compassion and, yet, with a golden strength of character, Stan felt his chest starting to heave with emotional gratitude and joy and he was able to let his huge cold anger, finally......... go. ************************** His mind made up, Jack stood up and went to the bedroom that he and Matt shared to find Matt lying on top of the bed in just his jockstrap reading a muscle fitness magazine. The lad looked up and smiled. "Hi Dad, wasn't it a great evening tonight? I could have just died when Stan asked Timmy if he could adopt him. So amazing, I'm so happy for Timmy that......um...hey...you OK Dad....?" Worry swept across the boy's handsome features as he looked at his Father who stood in the doorway with a stricken look on his face. Jack had opened his mouth to start saying what he had been rehearsing over and over again but then, shockingly, his mouth could not form the words. His lips quivered and his eyes watered adding to the tsunami of shame already coursing through his mind. Stricken dumb, Jack could do nothing other than look at Matt with an agonised and confused look on his face. Matt's face showed huge alarm and, casting aside the magazine, he quickly got off the bed to stand before his father, his big dark eyes wide with worry and concern. "What Dad? What is it?" "I'm so sorry, Matt. Please.... will you forgive me...? It's just that........" "It's just that....I love you so very, very much..." Matt was confused and worried but blushed and felt his heart swell up and his eyes begin to water. "I love you too...Dad...very much as well..." Jack knew he had to force himself otherwise he would forever be riddled with unbearable shame. "But....there's more......I have to say.....Matt...." Jack then realized he simply couldn't say phrases like `I drugged you' and `I like to watch other men abuse you'. He would rather take his private shame than Matt's utter disgust. Instead, he had to content himself with..... "It feels so good to look at you......I.....love to look at you. You have such an amazing body......" Matt started to say something; anything to stop his Father's hurt. "No, Matt...please....let me finish.....I have to say it....." "It's another reason why I want to help you with your internal muscle exercises.....it's....because....I ...want.......to...to...to...be in you....and to feel you....because I know it would feel so good.......I'm so sorry...it's so selfish and unnatural and....wrong.......I mean... ..you're my son...for fuck's sake....". Jack could bear it no further. He couldn't even look at Matt any more as he blurted out the last few words. He hung his head and started sobbing deeply, leaning against the bedroom door frame for support. Matt's mind was a maelstrom of pain and confusion. His young heart was beating rapidly and he ached badly for his Father and he sought furiously to understand what his Dad was trying to say that was hurting him so much. His frantic young mind desperately sought to comfort his father and then, like a bright beacon of understanding, he realized his father only had the same concerns as he once had but he knew the answers to those! "Oh Dad....I understand now", he murmured with a happy relieved tone. "Father Bryce at the Church explained it all to me. Nothing is wrong if a guy helps another guy. Anyway, you're my Dad. There's nothing you can do that would be wrong. You help me with everything and that means anything you do is right because God is happy that you help me and what you feel is HIS blessing. That's why it feels good." The big man slowly looked up at his handsome son with a wondering and questioning look. Matt tried explain. "You know how Coach Peterson helped me with my internal muscles with a machine? Well, it hurt a bit to start with but then it really felt good. It felt so good and that's proof of God's blessing because what Coach did was right. Don't you see Dad, it's fine. Everything is fine. Whatever you want to do is fine because you're helping me and if it feels good then that's the proof...". Matt felt the itch deep within his anus reassert itself with vigour. In some epiphanous emotional surge, perhaps triggered by his Father's own honesty, the lad also realized he needed to be totally honest with himself as well as with his father. "And Dad...I...I..I. want you to be inside me." Matt's cheeks burned with the frank and open honesty with which he faced his father. "I...I've wanted it for so long.....", breathed the boy, his big black eyes smoldering with need. Jack felt a huge surge of lust pound into his hefty cock at hearing his son utter those words. The man stared at the boy with big eyes that betrayed the rising joy and lust within them. "Oh Matt! Oh my God, I thought I'd never hear you say that! Oh my beautiful handsome boy!" The man reached out tentatively with his big hands to rest them on Matt's pecs. Looking at Matt, he whispered, "Can I?" Matt smiled lovingly at his Dad. "Of course, Dad. Whatever you want." The big man slowly moved his large hands over Matt's toned chest and plucked at the firm full nipples causing them to erect. "Uuunngh....oh...yess......Dad..." The hunky 16 year old lad moaned and sighed with pleasure and felt his young thick cock throbbing in his jockstrap as his father, the man he had worshiped and loved mightily since birth, slowly felt him up. A fine sheen of perspiration started to form on the boy's pecs and tight rippled torso. "Oh my lovely beautiful handsome boy", moaned the man as he knelt down, before the boy; his face just in front of Matt's jockstrap. The man moaned his lust as he slowly and luxuriantly flat-tongued the long thick bulge in the kid's straining pouch. Simultaneously he reached round behind the boy with both his hands, and clutched each firm tight cheek and massaged them, extending his fingers down each inner side of the lad's cheeks to seek the hidden sweaty hot valley that lay waiting to be explored fully..... "Unnnggghhhhh.......uuuurggghhhh", moaned Matt as waves of pleasure rolled outward from his cock and anus as they were both massaged heavily by the big man's muscular tongue and thick probing fingers. The big man licked the salty sweet sweat from the kid's undulated abs. "Oh....Dad....yes...oh yes....lick me. I want you......in me....", moaned Matt, his lust mounting as he felt the probing of the man's thick fingers push at his hot tight quivering entrance. Kneeling in front of the boy, Jack's face was perfectly situated to have a full eye's view of the very swollen length of thick teen meat that was pushing very heavily against the saliva drenched mesh material of the jockstrap pouch. At nearly 7 inches long, Jack felt a mighty surge of pride in his son's total maleness. "Oh my beautiful big handsome boy....", moaned the man as he feasted his eyes on his son's very impressive bulge. Bringing his right hand round from the back, Jack started to work the thick teen log through the bloated pouch whilst pushing forward with two of his thick sweat covered fingers through the hot trembling young gate into paradise.... Matt let out a huge loud groan of pleasure. "Uuuunnnnnggghhhhh....Ooooh...oh...Dad.....pleaaasseee...uuuuurrrgghhhhh......yes.. .that feels soooo gooood....Uuunnnghhh....!" "Oh yes, my lovely big boy....let me know how much you like it", moaned Jack as he continued to manipulate the lad's huge obscene bulge that was becoming very sticky and slimy with the boy's pleasure juices. *********************** In the adjoining bedroom `Uncle' Stan and young Timmy lay in the large double bed, pretending not to hear the loud moans of pleasure from next door; grinning and blushing at each other lovingly. Both semi recumbent; propped up by plump pillows. They were covered from the waist down by a warm blanket and both reveled in the freedom and luxurious honesty of being totally naked with each other. The man reached out and held the small cowboy figurine that hung from some string around the young boy's neck. "You kept it...I'm glad", smiled the man as he gazed lovingly at Timmy who blushed. "I always will, Uncle Stan, it saved my life, I'm sure of it.", said the boy softly as he looked blushingly at the man. At a sudden particularly loud moan of intense pleasure from next door, Uncle Stan rolled his eyes playfully at the lad. "Well, I say, if you can't beat them...join them...", murmured the man, posing a questioning look at Timmy who smiled and nodded shyly back at him. The big man let go of the figurine and laid his hand on the lad's smooth toned chest for a moment, tweaking the kid's pert nipples with his fingers. Timmy shivered and looked at his Uncle Stan with adoring blue eyes which started to close as he felt the man's big hand slide downward across his young toned chest and lean tight torso toward his rapidly lengthening and thickening organ. "Oh.....Uncle Stan...Unnnggh.....", breathed the blond kid, his young full lips parting slightly and his eyes closing completely as the man's hand found what it was looking for..... "Oh my beautiful, big boy...", marveled the man, as he slowly and luxuriously worked what easily filled his big grasping hand.... ************************ Matt's head was flung back, his eyes closed and his mouth slightly open. The teenager's legs were spread wide apart allowing his kneeling father as much access as possible. The big man's thick eager fingers started to rhythmically impale his son's slimy hot entrance, feeling the fiery slick pulsating walls of his lad's rectum ripple along his invading fingers; squeezing and massaging them. "Ohhhhhh...yes....uuuunnnghhhhh...........pleassse....Daddy.....aaarghhh...yess...put it in me now...oh...yesss....", moaned the fit sweating 16 year old, his eyes closed; his head flung back and his legs parting even further to allow his father's thick fingers to fuck his moist trembling teen hole as deeply as possible. "Oh my handsome son, I want you so much.....", husked Jack as he gently turned the boy around, bending him over at the waist causing Matt to place the palms of his hands onto the floor. Spreading Matt's cheeks, the man drooled with lust as he stared at the youngster's moist quivering anus that was slick with sweat. Jack spat heavily onto Matt's anus and proceeded to rim his boy mightily, ensuring his son's anal walls would be prepared for his 9" sword that was throbbing and fully ready, weeping with greedy anticipation within his sweats. "Oh God....! Uuuuuunnngggh....! yessss.....please....uuuurgghhh...more...", moaned the 16 year old boy, his whole body sweating and writhing in hot male lust. The man had never tasted anything so delicious as his muscular tongue dug out and fully savored the sweating, fit 16 year old's ass juices. Jack could not wait any longer. "Hold the bedstead, son", breathed the man and, as the boy did so, Jack stood up, hauled out his 9" thick throbbing sword. The man spat heavily onto his huge cockhead and then, bending over Matt he nudged the massive fat tip of his weapon against the young lad's trembling, moist gate. Matt felt the big man's cock almost teasing his quivering hole and moaned in lustful anticipation. "P...pleeasse....oh...Dad...please...", whispered the lad. The moment had arrived and Jack slowly started to push the massive tip against the boy's most private of entrances and into heaven itself... **************** While Matt and Jack were enjoying each other's company, in the next room, Timmy and `Uncle' Stan were equally getting to know each other alot better. Both man and boy knew that in reality, they had only really been together once before when Timmy's stepfather had taken the lad there. As a result, they both realized that they needed to re-acquaint themselves with each other as much as possible and Timmy was in the middle of doing just that as he started to understand why `Uncle' Stan was also known as `Big Rod'. In the room, `Big Rod' lay on his back on the bed, his head thrown back, moaning deeply and loudly, his back arching slightly so as to lift a little off the bed. Timmy knelt on the bed, his head between the big man's spread legs knowing, now, why `Uncle' Stan had such an interesting nickname... "UUUnnnghh...Ohhhhh....my beautiful boy....Oh..yes....Oh God...that's amazing....Aaarggghh... Ooooh.....! Oh God....Timmy, my lovely big boy.......you're soooo good at this....uuunnghhhh....!" The rising crescendo of the big man's moaning, coupled with loud slurping and gulping sounds of the young lad was proof how close to the man, who would soon become his Daddy, Timmy was becoming. Very close indeed.... Uncle Stan reached out with both his big hands towards his boy and put his thick strong fingers into places and around things that caused the boy to gasp and moan loudly with pleasure. "Aaargghhhh...Ooohhhh...U...Uncle Stan....Uuuurgggh...!" The groans and moans of the man and boy grew even louder. The high pitched moaning of the fourteen year old lad moved to a higher octave as the man used his slickened fingers to explore and excavate even deeper and more thoroughly...... ****************** While Timmy and `Uncle' Stan were both really starting to know each other much, much better, Matt and Jack were equally appreciative of what each of them had to offer. Matt braced himself for the initial pain which he knew would come. The boy remembered the exercise chair in Peterson's cellar was similarly painful to start with but he knew the unbelievable sensations that would follow. "Uuuunnnngggghh....Aaaarrghh....!", moaned the lad as the pain rapidly escalated to an almost blinding pitch. Out of respect for his son's momentary pain, Jack stifled his moans of oozing pleasure as his cockhead slowly sunk in through the tight crater of his son's anus and to rest in the vestibule of the boy's innermost depths. He waited, allowing his son to adjust. "Take your time, son. Relax and just nod, when you're ready for me...", breathed the man. The sweating, panting boy, took a few long seconds and then, breathing in for one final time, nodded. The man commenced the implacable forward motion of his mammoth tool and watched, almost mesmerized by the sight of his thick lengthy weapon slowly sinking home inch by pleasurable inch into it's one and only true scabbard that had been 16 years in the forging. The boy's receiving home port, the walls of which convulsed and clutched the huge invading cock like velvet gloved hands, sent indescribable bolts of pleasure shooting up and down the man's thick throbbing tool and into his massive balls that churned and bubbled with hot, thick man cum. "Oh God!!! Matt....Uuurghh...Oh...yes...you're sooooo tight!!! Oh God...YES....!", moaned Jack as he slowly advanced into the sweating moaning boy. Feeling his Father, the man he had worshiped since his birth, pushing into his most intimate depths caused his cock and balls to jerk and roil and continuously produce and ooze clear boy honey from his swollen length of thick teen meat. Matt felt truly one with his Father and the feeling was sublime. "Ohhhhh.....Dad....Ugh...Unnnggghh...Urgh...Oooohhh......OH GOD........it feels Sooooo Goooood...", moaned the muscular lad as he unconsciously pushed back against the thick invading pole, wanting it; needing it. Jack moaned gutturally as his brain was being swamped with the unbelievable pleasure of impaling his son and plumbing the fiery sticky depths of his lad's most private of chambers. Pushing hard, he finally sunk his nine thick inches of throbbing meat into it's natural harbor that had been waiting 16 years for this moment; his tool up to the hilt, his pelvis hard against his boy's tight butt. Both man and boy groaned deeply; Matt arching his back as the big man;his eyes closed, then starting fucking the kid in ever increasing lunges. "Uuurghh...Urrggh...Aaarggghhh...!!!", moaned Matt, getting ever louder as the man impaled his tight quivering butt. Huge bursts of liquid bubbling pleasure flowed out from his big roiling balls and into his quivering loins as the man's huge cockhead started to mash the boy's ripe swollen fuck nut. "Aaaaarggghhh....OOOOOOHH... Unnnnghh... OH YES...... Aaargghh...", screamed the handsome boy as tidal wave after tidal wave of liquid pleasure rippled outward from the depths of his anus to all parts of his fit, sweating writhing body as he was being continuously impaled again and again.... Leaning over Matt and whispering in his ear, "Now Matt, try to contract your ass muscles; that's what will really strengthen them and train them...". Through the delirious miasma of heated pleasure, Matt heard and concentrated in using all of his internal muscles and his powerful abs to bear down on the massive intruding log as it pistoned in and out of him. The man howled his pleasure as he felt his boy's rectum walls really massage the whole of his 9" cock as it worked back and forth in the lad's slick gripping channel. "Oh...GOD!!!!!!...OH...FUCK...YES MATT........!!!!!!!!", howled the man. Jack reached under his sweating boy and took hold of his son's very impressive equipment and jacked the kid's 7" thick, rigid length of pulsating meat that continuously drooled sticky, male honey. The man could bear it no long and started to really pump his awesome meat in and out of the writhing boy's tight steaming anus, mashing the kid's ripe swollen fuck nut mercilessly whilst furiously jacking the fit muscular lad off. "Uuuuunnnnggggghhhh.....Uurrrrgggghhh....Oh....God...Oh....Yes...P...Pleaassseee.... MORE!!!!!!!", screamed Matt as both his mind and body were overwhelmed by torrents of deep surging pleasure and raw lust while being royally deep-fucked and jacked off by his Father. Both man and boy screamed and howled their male pleasure as the big man plunged his slickened, mammoth Excalibur in and out of the boy's receiving, clutching scabbard over and over and over again..... The bedstead that the boy clutched rocked violently backwards and forwards, hitting the wall causing a terrific noise in the adjoining bedroom though Stan and his blond haired youngster were hardly aware of it as they were reaching pinnacles of their own.... The log cabin was surrounded by large swathes of forest and hinterland with no neighbors around for miles. This was just as well for the multiple, mighty screams and howls of purest male pleasure and joy that belted out from the solitary log cabin went on and on through the night. This was to be repeated many, many times over the joyous years that followed. EPILOGUE Lomand was jailed for 28 years without parole. He was not a popular man in prison. No inmate likes a policeman and certainly not one who was also convicted of paedophilia. Five inmates caught Lomand by himself, one stormy night. They chained him to some old piping. Armed with iron bars they waited for the thunder cracks. With each peal of thunder, they struck Lomand's exposed knee caps. The thunderstorm lasted for three hours..... Lomand never walked again. Johnson died from a massive heart attack in prison. According to the prison coroner, the cause was due to the stress of prison life and Johnson's advanced age. It probably didn't help that a handle of a toilet brush had been forcefully shoved half way up Johnson's rectum, though this had been removed prior to any of the prison officers getting to Johnson...... Peterson eventually left prison at the age of 67 due to humanitarian reasons. A total nervous breakdown brought on by years of suffering violent physical abuse in prison left him a decrepit broken down shell of a man..... Father Bryce flourished and became a pillar of society in the small hamlet where he worked diligently in the name of God. The residents of the hamlet were therefore profoundly shocked when, seven years later, Bryce was run down by a motorcycle he didn't see and died extremely painfully four weeks later from terrific wounds to his head and body. All the people in the small Hamlet could not believe that a man of God could have been smote down in such a fashion and some even lost their Faith. Interestingly, however, some other people (especially some from the small town of Briers Cross who had tormented memories) actually found themselves starting to believe in God.... **************** Doctor James became the family doctor and close friend to the men and boys and took great responsibility in ensuring the health of all concerned. Both Matt and Timmy always looked forward to their regular check ups, knowing that Doctor James would always ensure that absolutely every part of their young fit bodies functioned as it should.... The business that Stan and Jack started together prospered and the large log cabin home that they built became beloved by both the boys as well as the men and provided a wonderful secluded and private home in which to enjoy their lives and each other... Matt and Timmy continued to train their young, smooth, beautifully muscled bodies with huge fervor and both the boys often took advantage of the well equipped gym that had been one of the first new rooms that had been built. It contained an extensive set of free weights. After the moans and groans of muscular exertions, the large home gym continued to reverberate with loud moans and groans and gasps of another kind as weights were not the only things the handsome lads worked out with.... The good looking boys also went forth into the world to have great adventures of their own, together and separately. Also, they forged a close friendship with Luke and Alex to whom Stan, true to his word, certainly did NOT forget the great debt of gratitude and life that he and Timmy owed. Those adventures are for another telling... The Final Word Suddenly, the man was awake; all traces of his psychosis vanished. At the same moment he saw through open eyes, he experienced gut wrenching searing pain. He screamed and screamed and screamed from the pain of something that was slowly peeling off the skin of his testicles with a blunt fruit paring knife. His view was of what looked like a hospital ward ceiling. The periphery of his vision showed other hospital facilities and furniture (though strangely he couldn't turn his eyes in that direction). At least he was in the right place. He knew his screaming would soon bring someone to help with the horrific, blinding, slicing agony that roared from his balls. His stomach turned inside out from the excruciating torture and he redoubled his screams of torment. A nurse came into view and glanced down at him. "Please....help me with the pain!", screamed the man. The nurse moved away unconcerned and busied herself with drawing the curtains against the slanting sun. Incredulous, through his agony, the man observed a doctor who then came into view. He heard the doctor ask after the patient, nodding in the man's direction. "How is the patient, nurse?". A shrug, though not uncaring, came in response. "No change, I'm afraid, Doctor. Who can say how long his coma will last.", said the nurse sympathetically. The Doctor nodded sadly. "NOOOOOOOO! I'M NOT IN A COMA!!!!!!. I'm awake, I can hear you, can't you hear me screaming!? I'm talking to you now!!!", screamed the man in abject horror as the truth slowly trickled down into his region of understanding. He wasn't in the relative merciful embrace of coma, but in the living hell of `locked in syndrome' where he could hear, see and certainly feel pain but nothing else at all. He couldn't close his eyelids or even move his eyeballs let alone speak or use any other motor function that would indicate to the world that he was aware and felt pain hitherto unimagined. The Doctor was continuing, "I understand that a Timmy Hill is his nearest kin but he's only 14 so it will be another four years before we can get his final word as to whether the life support can be turned off so it will be a long wait for the man. But then again, as he is mercifully in a coma the time will pass quickly." "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!" The End Please let me know your thoughts and if you liked the story! Thanks. Wes :-) wesley.crusher@gmail.com