Date: Wed, 06 Jun 2018 15:18:31 -0400
From: footboi <footboi@protonmail.com>
Subject: The boy at "The Cobblers Tavern" (Gay/Adult Youth A story by footboi)

The boy at `The Cobblers Tavern'

(M/b)


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"C'mmon kid, we've been waiting for ages! What is it? Don't you like my
sweet talk? Damn you whore, you are all the fucking same! So damn precious
about your ass! Perhaps we should rape you here and now to teach you some
manners!"

"Oh, put a sock in it Marcus! You know I love you more than anybody
else. Why would I keep such a hunk waiting? So, here are the four Beck's
and a Whisky neat for my sexy Marcus."

"Sebastian! I have told you before, stop flirting with the customers. You
know it puts them off their beer," Chris interjected. Sebastian just
giggled.

"You are too bossy Mr. Landlord, Sir," Sebastian laughed, "I was only
giving Mr sexy hunk Marcus my normal service. It's not my fault that he is
too stupid to know the difference between that and a real flirt."

Laughter drowned out Marcus's reply, but his menacing glare told its own
story. That did not bother Sebastian though, who stuck his middle finger up
at him in defiance. He loved teasing that guy so much.

"You will push it too far one day and I won't be there to save your pretty
ass Sebastian," Chris warned as he pulled the boy back to the bar.

"Who said I wanted saving," replied the boy boldly as he glared
unflinchingly into Chris's brown eyes.

"Damn you kid! You have been a mystery to me ever since the day you walked
into my Tavern. You are a dirt bag slut, but..."  Chris shook his head as
his voice trailed off. As he began to walk away to attend to another
half-cut customer, he added, "Susan has so much to answer for!"

The mention of his mother took Sebastian back to that fateful day he had
arrived at Chris's Tavern. It was a week after he read his mum's note on
his bed in the corner of the grimy single room they rented. "I have had
enough," she had written in that drug-head scrawl he knew so well. "Don't
look for me, you won't like what you will find. Go to your uncle, Chris, if
you want looking after." That was it. No `goodbye', no `I love
you'. Sebastian knew then that's what booze and drugs does to you.

Chris was the only family he had. His dad was maybe one of the guys who had
his mum during some doped-up orgy she was in fourteen years ago. She had no
memory of that night and his grandparents simply didn't want to know. Chris
was the one who paid their rent and kept him out of care, but Sebastian had
no idea where his place was. Only a name, `The Cobblers Tavern', and a
direction, which was other side of the country.

The journey took a week, and he found it more by chance than design. There
were a lot of Cobbler's Taverns out there. It was 4 am in the morning by
the time Sebastian was finally dropped off outside Chris's door with
nothing but the shorts and T-shirt he wore. That was only after the two
guys had two nights of sex with him as their payment before they delivered
him to Chris.

Sebastian didn't know why he got so mad at Chris for taking so long to
recognise him. Okay, so, maybe it was true that he looked a real
mess. After all, sex with those two guys did leave him a bit roughed
up. Yeah, and perhaps most thirteen-year olds did look older and a bigger
than he did. Well, he couldn't help that either. Chris should have known
that the years of being dragged up by his mum, with no food, no money or
anything didn't help. He had to fend for himself. It was true though, that
Chris hadn't seen him since he was eight. So, maybe he shouldn't have
blamed him for not remembering him as much as he did.

By the time he was ten, Sebastian had learnt more than most guys who were
ten years older. The first lesson was that his biggest asset was his
ass. It got him into trouble, of course, but it also meant he got fed. The
second was never to trust anyone, not even Chris. His uncle still gave him
a job at the Tavern and a bed too, nonetheless. But Sebastian made sure he
had to accept that his ass was his own, and he would do what he pleased
with it.

Sebastian was stopped by the barefooted boy who stared back at him through
the full-length mirror on the door to the kitchen. If you guessed he was
about eleven or twelve you would have been wrong. Add on a couple of
years. Although he was only around 5-foot-tall, the tiny cut-offs he wore
exaggerated the length of his legs. He also wore a red cropped T-shirt that
left his tanned belly button exposed. Too large for him, it permanently
slipped down the boy's left shoulder to reveal a dark nipple, while his
long blonde hair cascaded across his tanned shoulders. This image, along
with his deep blue eyes and delicate features, was the reason why most
adults mistook him for a pretty girl. The boy became Sebastian once more
when Chris called his name.

"Take these two glasses of red wine to the table in the garden, will you,"
Chris shouted above the clamour.

As Sebastian took the tray from his uncle, he wondered who the hell would
want to come here and drink wine? This wasn't that kind of place.

The boy loved the feel of the cool flagstones under his naked soles. It
helped to keep him cool while working in the heat of the Tavern. Often, it
reached way over 30 degrees, especially when it was full like tonight. Yet,
that only partly explained his attire. Quite simply, Sebastian loved to be
in the such close proximity to men while near-naked and barefooted. In the
half-light, tip toeing through the crowded bar, the smell of sweat, mixed
with the stench of stale booze and dope exhilarated him. So, did the
attention he got. As he made his way, carefully balancing the tray of wine
glasses in his hands, he attracted many covetous glances, and he was
slapped and groped in equal measure. As always, he received countless
offers to sit on numerous laps, which always slowed his progress. Despite
all that attention, he was proud that he had not spilt a drop of wine by
the time he reached his destination. Even his own raging hard-on had not
distracted him.

By now Sebastian had learnt how to read a guy. It didn't matter if he was a
teacher, a cop or even a priest, lust always looked the same. First their
pupils would dilate into shining black orbs. Next was the grin while their
eyes explored his body. Some guys did this brazenly, making clear their
intentions. Others, with a disinterested air, explored Sebastian's body
when they thought no one would notice. Then, there was the touch. It might
be just a brush or a full-on caress, most guys couldn't resist it when
Sebastian breezed past. These tried and tested indicators earned Sebastian
a lot of money, and even got him out of trouble with the law on
occasions. So, it came as no surprise to him when he saw those lust
indicators once more.

"One wine for the Gentleman, and one for the Lady," Sebastian announced in
his most authoritative pre-pubescent voice, deliberately ignoring the
dilated eyes that stared back at him from the table.

"Thank you, young lady," replied the man, as he grinned at Sebastian.

Sebastian watched as his eyes dropped to his tented shorts that were
completely unable to hide his rigid four-inch cock. Sebastian felt his
heart race as he put a glass down in front of each person. Unlike most of
the guys who frequented this place, being in close proximity to this man
was electrifying. His black hair was styled in a high undercut and fade
manner, which only emphasised his sheer physical presence. He expensive
suit could not hide his muscled biceps, nor his broad neck too, and these,
along with his square jaw and the way he spoke, captured Sebastian's
attention. His voice was measured, full of controlled power and, of course,
extremely sexy! Sebastian stared into his green hypnotic eyes as he
breathed in his clean sharp smell. It took all his strength to reply.

"My name is Sebastian and I am pretty well known around here as a boy," he
replied with forced boldness. "But, for someone as hot as you, I can be a
girl anytime you like."

The man and the woman burst out laughing. "You are a bit cheeky for a bar
maid," the guy replied. "My name is Paul and this is my sister
Rebecca. This place isn't quite what we had in mind, but your eloquence has
helped us to decide to stay. So, let's go and get those nuts you have
forgotten."

Sebastian barely heard what the man said. He just stared at him,
entranced. He simply watched as the man placed a warm hand on his exposed
shoulder and turn him around to go back the bar.

To Sebastian, the man's touch was like an electric pulse. His firm hand
squeezed and massaged his skin as it guided him back through the
crowd. Sebastian had been propositioned more times than he could be
bothered to remember, but never like this!

Ever since he began working at Chris's Tavern men had vied and even fought
for his attention. Many were happy to pay a lot of money to get into his
shorts. While others tried to woo him with gifts. Often, he would catch a
lonely suitor, sat in a corner of the bar staring at him night after
night. Yet, to Sebastian, they were all the same. They all wanted him to
themselves. Sebastian laughed at the thought. There was not a chance of
that. From his very first day at the Tavern, he knew that the kind of guys
who frequented this place would never ever interest him.

If he took their offer of sex, it was just because of the money. He knew
that, `sex', `love' and `respect' were mutually exclusive terms in a place
like this. They never went together. No one cared about anyone else and
took what they wanted, and Sebastian knew he was no different. If they
wanted sex, then that was business as far as he was concerned. That was
until the day Paul arrived.

Sebastian would never forget that walk back to the bar. Paul's hands began
on his left shoulder and then travelled up to the nape of his neck. He then
allowed his fingers to dance there making the pleasure Sebastian felt down
his spine almost unbearable. The more the man's fingers danced, the deeper
he was drawn under his spell. Then he felt the weight of both of his arms
as he draped them over his shoulders. With the man now right up behind him,
Sebastian did not resist as he was pulled into Paul's embrace. Then he felt
those strong hands on his shorts, with each thumb poked beneath their worn
waist, and so entrapped, the man steered him through the crowded Tavern
like an ocean liner. All the while, Sebastian felt Paul's fingers dance
across his crutch, stoking the passion that was growing inside him.

"For a girl you have a great deal of boyish charm," Paul whispered into
Sebastian's ear. Sebastian said nothing. Instead, he concentrated on the
fingers that had located his erect cock through the thin material of his
faded cut-offs. Even if he had tried, he would not have been able to muster
even a whimper in reply.

So, co-joined, they finally reached the bar and reluctantly Sebastian tore
himself away from the heat of Paul's body. The peanuts were always located
high up behind the bar, out of sight; too many thefts. Like a graceful elf,
Sebastian deftly swung himself onto the bar to reach them. At the edge of
his reach, he leant forward and parted his legs to keep his balance. Of
course, his cut-offs rode high up and exposed his bum and all that was
within to the entire room. Still, he jumped when he felt a hot hand run up
his inner thigh. It feathered along his legs and made him twitch and giggle
until it stopped at his crutch and cupped his hanging balls.

Sebastian froze as those fingers began to manipulate, pull and, finally,
squeeze his balls. He was immediately pushed to the edge by that familiar
mixture of pleasure and pain. He resisted the urge to shut his legs and
allowed the warm hand free rein over his balls. Then, as suddenly, it was
gone, and before he could protest two hands grabbed his bum and pulled it
apart and fingers circled and probed his inner sanctum. Again, and all too
soon, and much to his disappointment, they moved on again as they lifted
him into the air. Sebastian felt like a feather as he was spun around to
sit on the bar. He found himself face to face with Paul's bright green
eyes, all the while he held on to the peanuts.

As far as Sebastian was concerned the Tavern had ceased to exist. His whole
world had shrunk to the face just two inches away from his. He could have
got drunk on Paul's clean, sharp aftershave as he breathed in the heat from
this man's body as it was radiated through his naked legs. Now Sebastian
noticed that they had become the focus of attention across the entire
Tavern. He did not care, and it was quite clear to him that Paul didn't
either.

Sebastian had only become aware that Paul had prised the bag of peanuts
from his fingers when the man popped one into his mouth. The laughter
around them did not matter, his eyes were on Paul's lips as the man leant
forward and pushed them against his, his tongue forcing itself into his
mouth. At last, Sebastian was on familiar territory. He closed his eyes and
responded hungrily, but instead of his suitor's tongue, he received the nut
he thought the man had just consumed. Paul immediately withdrew, turned and
left Sebastian all alone on the bar.

As he did so, he whispered, "I will come back for you soon my pretty girl,
I promise."

To a tremendous cheer, Paul calmly walked back to his table. He downed his
glass of wine, took the hand of his waiting sister and they both turned to
leave. Then Paul stopped. He turned back again and smiled at Sebastian one
more time, then was gone

Sebastian sat there, staring after them, stunned.

The Tavern was never quite the same after meeting Paul. That night followed
many others, but Sebastian was unable to think of anything but that fateful
meeting. Chris, frustrated by his lack of attention, finally kicked him out
the Tavern. If it wasn't spilled drinks or the broken beer glasses, the
mislaid cash proved to be too much. Chris's patience had finally
snapped. Of course, he did not put Sebastian out on the street, but he
expected a reformed kid before he would allow him to work there again.

Now, Sebastian was free to do whatever he pleased, and he needed that. He
spent all of that time sat in the Tavern's car park, waiting for Paul to
return. It was not long before his regular customers began to complain. No,
it wasn't because their money wasn't good enough. Nor had he grown tired of
sex. Quite the opposite, actually! He didn't spell it out, but they guessed
anyway. Yeah, he finally had someone to save himself for. Someone he hadn't
thought could have possibly existed in his grimy fourteen-year-old world;
well, until now. Before he knew it, spring had turned into summer and still
no Paul. Sebastian had to accept that he wasn't coming back.

As a little kid, Sebastian had learnt a harsh lesson fast. Guys will
promise anything to get into his pants. Once they got what they wanted they
always shitted on those promises. In Paul, for the first time, he thought
he had met a guy who actually told the truth. Indeed, he had even convinced
himself that he was different from all the others. Yeah, he should have
known better. He felt the anger boil deep inside his heart. His hopes had
been replaced by a deep disappointment. He had been used again and he began
to hate Paul. With that, Sebastian forced his heart to turn to stone.

Sebastian sat back and let the sunset warm his face as he enjoyed the soft
wind that nuzzled his legs. Laughter floated on the breeze. The Tavern was
calling him. Now he knew he was ready to go back.

"What? Back here again, slut?"

Marcus spat those words at him when he spied him at the bar. Sebastian
found his venomous voice reassuring. At least some people were consistent,
he thought.

"Hasn't your lover returned to sweep you off your cute little boy feet,"
continued Marcus with a persistence that always impressed Sebastian.

"And what would you do with my cute little feet, Marcus," replied Sebastian
as he kicked off his right flip flop and pointed and wriggled his toes
seductively at him.

Sebastian smiled. On cue, Marcus's face reddened and his eyes became
dilated with lust as he looked at his proffered toes. But he didn't
anticipate what Marcus did next. He did not reply with his normal crap,
instead, he grabbed Sebastian's arm and spun him around so that he fell,
roughly, against his body. The man tore open his shirt, yes, the one he had
stolen from Chris's wardrobe that morning, and clumsily caressed his chest
and pinched his nipples.

Normally, Sebastian would have reacted violently against his advance and
bitten and kicked his way to freedom. This time was different. He no longer
cared. Before, he had always hoped that one day someone special would find
him. Now, he knew better. All he had to offer was his ass and if they
wanted it, they could have it. Sebastian felt numb inside and fell back
like a rag doll into the man's clutches. After all, he was a well-trained
slut and ground his bum on to the hard-hot pole that pulsed urgently
against the small of his back.

"You should know better Marcus." Chis said, menacingly. In his hand was a
snooker cue pointed at Marcus's throat. Marcus release Sebastian, who fell
in a heap to the floor.

"It was the slut's fault." Marcus retorted. "He's too high on heat. No man
could ignore that." He ignored Chris and the sex at his feet and returned
to his drink at the bar.

"I thought you said you were okay now," said Chris. The anger in his voice
matched the force with which he pulled Sebastian onto his bare
feet. Despite his annoyance, his eyes joined the rest of the room as
Sebastian clumsily attempted to readjust his shirt. It had been torn open
to reveal his nakedness and, especially, his erect cock. He attempted to
re-knot the makeshift belt around his waist but failed. In the end Chris,
impatiently, knocked his hands away and knotted it for him. In the silence,
Sebastian looked around only to see the entire Tavern staring back at
him. That included Chris too. It was the first time he had seen even a hint
of desire for him in his uncle's eyes.

"Go upstairs and watch a movie Sebastian. I just downloaded `Nightmare
Town' for you. Order a pizza for yourself as well."

Sebastian perked up, immediately. A horror and a pizza at the same time,
wow, he thought. He didn't need asking twice! As he ran passed Chris for
the stairs, he felt a playful squeeze on his bum. There was something else,
too. He was sure he felt one of Chris's fingers momentarily seek out that
dark spot between his buns.

A quick shower left Sebastian's blonde hair plastered to his skull. His
curls, too, were stuck to the nape of his neck. He loved that feeling of
cleanliness and always preferred to let his hair dry slowly rather than rub
a towel through it. This habit annoyed Chris a lot, as it did his mum
too. Family could be so inconvenient at times.

There was little to inconvenience Sebastian that night, though. He would
have been completely naked by now had it not been for the incoming pizza
delivery. Instead, he had pulled on one of Chris's basketball vests and
wore it like a dress. So big was it, it reached right down to his knees,
while the shoulder straps completely failed to cover his nipples. It wasn't
cheap, that's why he chose it. Red, and made of cotton, it clung to his
body as if it were painted on and revealed every bump Sebastian had while
he lounged with his feet up in front of the TV.

"Pizza!"

Before the pizza delivery guy could repeat himself, Sebastian was up like a
shot and had the door unlocked. In front of him stood a green helmeted
guy. He held a flat blue and red box that contained Sebastian's favourite.

"My Uncle pays. He's downstairs behind the bar," instructed Sebastian.

He looked up at the guy who hadn't moved an inch since he had opened the
door. Then he realised that the guy hadn't heard a word he had
said. Annoyed, Sebastian was just about to repeat himself when he finally
spoke.

"Holy shit! You are boy," was all he could mutter.

"Yeah," Sebastian retorted, "and you are a Pizza Guy, so, no news
there. Goodbye!"

With a firm push with his bum, the door slammed in the helmeted guy's
face. Sebastian leant back, he had not bothered to move from the door, he
couldn't wait to sample the sizzling pizza a second longer. The moment he
took his first bite from a succulent triangle his world exploded around
him.

Such was the force on the door, Sebastian initially thought it had come
alive and attacked him. As if he was a fly, it swatted him and sent him
flying, while the pizza and the TV remote completely disappeared. Before
Sebastian could work out how he had ended up on the other side of the room,
strong hands grabbed him by his hair and yanked his head back so hard he
thought they would pull it off. His scream was stifled by his cotton vest
that was now stuffed into his mouth. Then an iron grip took hold of his
windpipe and squeezed until it became impossible for him to breathe. Unable
to move, Sebastian could only listen to the man breathe right up against
his right ear.

"I can fuck you and let you live or I can fuck your warm dead body. You
decide, slut. Do you want to live, whore," demanded the deep voice.

Despite the fierce pressure on his windpipe, Sebastian managed to nod his
head. Now he knew who his assailant was and that knowledge froze his heart
with both expectation and fear. Somehow, Marcus had found a way into
Chris's place.

"Good boy, we don't want our fun spoilt by any unfortunate screams by you
do we," said Marcus as he released the pressure slightly on Sebastian
throat.

Through the cotton gag, Sebastian cried out as his arms were yanked behind
his back. Suddenly, the gag was torn from his mouth and used to bind
them. He cried again as Marcus pulled the knot so tight it made his wrists
go numb. That only seemed to enrage the man who slapped him across his face
with a force that knocked him bodily onto the bed. As tears began to flow,
Sebastian took the opportunity to assess what kind of mess he was in this
time.

The tears didn't fool Marcus. "Well, look at this, the little slut has a
hard-on. You are obviously very pleased to see me," he sneered with a
menacing grin.

He was right, of course. Sebastian had long known that it was precisely a
predicament like this that would always make his cock ramrod stiff. This
was despite the fact that he was completely helpless as he lay bound on
Chris's bed. Not only was he now naked and bruised, his hands were
painfully tied behind his back. Of course, he had come across this kind of
kink before. This was not the first time a guy had tied him up this way,
but usually they paid a lot of money for the privilege. This was different
and much more dangerous because he didn't know what Marcus would do next.

Sure, he could have tried to run for the door or even broken his promise
not to yell. Neither option, though, even occurred Sebastian. He could not
stop Marcus's advances and, if he was honest, he didn't want to. He felt
very small and intimidated, but very excited as well. Marcus could do
anything he wanted with him and that fact made his heart race with
expectation. Just the nearness of this giant man made the space beneath his
balls tighten with excitement.

Marcus towered over him as he began to discard his own clothing. It was the
first time Sebastian had seen him shirtless. The tattoo of a mythical
Chinese dragon that rode down his right shoulder and along his tanned
breast impressed Sebastian. So, did his bulging pecs, too. Especially the
way they stood off his chest like two competing mountain peaks, with his
dark nipples hanging like forbidden fruit towards him. That was not all. As
he dropped his pants in front of Sebastian, the carpet of thick black hair
that covered his chest and stomach had also travelled down to his groin in
a thick matted pathway. The hair continued around the thick shaft that was
Marcus's cock and down his broad legs. To Sebastian, his body hair made
Marcus look like a mythical ogre and only served to emphasise his power. It
was intoxicating to be close to him, and he could not hide this fact from
Marcus. But what really aroused and scared him in equal measure, was the
man's massive cock.

Sebastian had seen more cocks than he cared to remember, and he thought he
had seen them all. Big, small, wide and thin, he never thought he would
ever again be impressed by what a man had hidden between his legs. He was
wrong, and this one took his education on to a new level. Marcus's cock was
over seven inches in length as it stood at its forceful maximum. It was
thick with bulging veins that curled around it like vines on a tree
trunk. Thick black hair covered the hand-sized balls beneath it, now that
they had been fully liberated from his pants and swung freely between his
legs with his every move.

With eyes wide, Sebastian watched as the man's huge cock head emerged from
its foreskin as if it was searching for him. Big drops of pre-cum bulged
out of its single eye as it curved upward like a cruel barb, its veins
bulging all the way down its length. If Sebastian didn't feel dominated
before, he did now. Its head was pointed straight at him. He knew it needed
a sacrifice, and he was the lamb it wanted. He felt helpless to
resist. Bound, beaten and aroused, Sebastian's breath tightened in
anticipation. He knew it was going to be a long night ... if he
survived. Then, much to his disappointment, Marcus suddenly stopped.

"Now, slut," he taunted, "you have to decide. Tell me? Do you want it? Or
do I stop now and leave? You decide. Show me what kind of little boy slag
you really are."

Sebastian bit down on his lip. He knew that Marcus was right, he was just a
slut and he wanted it badly. Actually, really badly, and, now, Marcus
wanted him to beg for it. That was cruel and the humiliation made his cock
ache, but he remained silent. He wouldn't beg.

"Well, kid, suit yourself, it was nice ..."

That was too much for Sebastian and he caved in to his desire. "No," he
interrupted "Please! I want it! I want you to fuck me!"

Sebastian felt the heat in his cheeks as they reddened. His humiliation was
complete. Not only had this man dominated him, he had made him beg for
more. The strange thing was, Sebastian did not mind one bit. In fact, he
loved it.

"Just as I thought," Marcus laughed with contempt, "you are nothing but a
sex starved slut."

Still bound, Sebastian could only watch as the man reached out for him. His
hands ran down his body. He did not touch Sebastian's aching cock, but
instead caressed his legs. On reaching his toes, he ran his fingers along
Sebastian's soles, tickling him until he flinched as he savoured the man's
soft touch that ran up his legs. Sebastian had long known that guys found
his feet a huge turn on and would do pretty much anything to get hold of
them. Even Cops were not immune. Once he had been picked up by two of them
at 3 a.m. in the morning and, of course, they should have taken him
in. Instead, they agreed to let him go after they had closely inspected his
feet and legs for `safety' reasons. Sebastian was never quite sure what
those `safety' reasons were, but ever since he hardly ever wore shoes or
even sneakers again.

Not that Sebastian minded, and as Marcus played with his feet he felt his
own cock pulse. He twisted and turned as Marcus began to kiss and caress
his toes, it tickled and made him giggle and squirm. This distracted him
enough not to notice the hand that had begun to travel slowly up the inside
of his legs. In shock, Sebastian slammed his legs tight on the man's hand
in a futile attempt to prevent him reaching his balls. As Marcus forced
them apart, Sebastian finally submitted and allowed entry, but the man did
not do what Sebastian had expected, instead he kept him off balance.

In one vicious movement Marcus abruptly grabbed a fistful of hair and
dragged Sebastian up off the bed. Into his mouth was forced an invading
monster that plunged to the back of his throat. Initially, Sebastian
panicked as his air was cut off. It stretched his mouth to its limit and he
gagged on the huge cock. Marcus didn't relent and thrust it deeper into his
mouth until Sebastian thought it would go down his throat. With his face
jammed hard against the sweaty musk of Marcus's pubes, his hair was twisted
again as the man's meat went further down his throat. After three, or was
it four, thrusts Marcus pulled his member out of his mouth, much to the
Sebastian's relief, and replaced it with his tongue.

Sebastian had a moment to grab some life-giving air before Marcus began to
chase his tongue around his mouth with his. Like the rest of his body, he
dominated Sebastian's mouth and face, and the man's saliva poured across
his face and down his chin. As Sebastian tried to kiss back, he felt the
man's fingers run all over his chest and pull and pinch his nipples. First
the right, until that became too sensitive to touch, and then the
other. Soon his mouth left Sebastian's and joined his fingers and Sebastian
felt the assault on his nipples intensify. It sent Sebastian into a
wriggling frenzy. Unbalanced by this assault, he had trouble remembering
foreplay as intense as this before. If this didn't stop soon Sebastian knew
that he would cum even without his cock being touched. But his pleas to
Marcus only increased his assault. The monster was in control and Sebastian
loved it.

Much to Sebastian's relief, Marcus finally released him and he dropped back
on to the bed. His body had become so hypersensitive that every twist,
tickle and lick threatened to send him over the edge. Dazed, he looked up
into those dark shining orbs and wondered what was going to happen next. He
had seen that look many times before. It was neither madness, hatred nor
anger, instead, just pure and simple lust. Marcus was beyond reasoning
with. He was driven by something far too powerful for Sebastian to
contain. He just hoped it would not kill him.

Sebastian watched as Marcus, now as naked as he was, grab his legs. He
dragged him across the bed towards him and he came to an abrupt halt with
his bum right up against the man's thick and hairy thighs. Marcus then bent
him completely double and brought Sebastian face to face with his own cock
as a pearl drop of precum dripped from its tip. It was a position that had
always exhilarated Sebastian because he knew that it gave Marcus unimpeded
access to his butt hole, and he moaned when he felt the man's finger forced
its way in. He moaned again when it found that special spot deep inside him
and the pleasure flowed through him as Marcus's blunt finger rubbed harshly
against it. The clear bubble of precum at the tip of his own twitching cock
grew quickly as a second finger entered his hole and, for a third time, he
moaned. This time the pain was much more intense as Marcus stretched his
hole as wide as it would go. His fingers dug deeper into Sebastian and sent
more waves of pleasure, one after the other, through him. Sweat stung his
eyes as his cock twitched, a clear sign that he was near to his own
orgasm. Then, just as abruptly as it had begun, Marcus pulled his fingers
out him and, despite himself, Sebastian cried out in frustration. The full
and hot feeling had gone, replaced by a cold emptiness.

"Don't stop now, please," Sebastian begged.

He needn't have worried. In fact, Sebastian was about to enter new and
uncharted territory. Marcus had used the momentary break to oil his leaking
monster. As he watched, Sebastian knew that he had never taken a cock that
big before. It wasn't its length that bothered him, rather, its girth. As
he felt it push against the entrance to his hole, he was terrified and
thrilled in equal measure. He had to force himself not to attempt to block
the beast's entry as the pressure increased. The pain was more intense than
anything he had experience in a long time and he wasn't sure he would be
able to accommodate Marcus's invading piston. Sebastian had been fucked
many times before, nevertheless he cried out in pain such was size of the
invasion. Marcus froze. For the first time he had a look of concern on his
face.

"Please, don't stop, keep going," Sebastian urged. He bit down hard on his
lips hard to stifle any further cries.

The agony Sebastian felt was such he couldn't help himself and he screamed
once again as the enormous rod pistoned its way into his insides. Tears
mingled with his sweat and blinded him yet he was aware that he just had
his first orgasm. For a full minute Marcus didn't move, allowing Sebastian
time to adjust to the monster that had rammed itself right into
him. Sebastian was convinced that it had broken him in half. Then, very
slowly at first, Marcus began to fuck him.

"God! You are so tight and so fucking beautiful," gasped Marcus, his sweat
covered face now no more than an inch from Sebastian's as he forced himself
on the boy. "I never thought your slut ass would be this amazing!"

Sebastian wasn't quite sure if that was meant as a compliment or merely a
statement of fact. All he could do was smile back weakly through his sweat
drenched hair, captivated by the sensation in his guts.

Some guys are the `wham bam, thank you mam' kind. When they fuck, they have
hardly begun when it's all over. Sebastian detested those kinds of
clients. He preferred the guys who liked to take their time. If you are
going to fuck, you might as well savour it. That was Sebastian's motto, and
much to his relief, Marcus was in the latter category.

Sebastian held his breath as Marcus slowly withdrew once more. Soon, he
established an even rhythm. Marcus would almost withdraw his cock entirely
from Sebastian's ass before plunging it back all the way in once more. Each
stoke of his piston left Sebastian gasping for more. He had already
orgasmed twice and was near a third as that monster ground against his
pleasure spot once more. Marcus ignored Sebastian's pleas to go faster, and
slowly built up a rhythm of his own, and occasionally licked or kissed his
toes that were right next to his ears.

Long ago time had ceased to exist for Sebastian. Nor did he care where he
was anymore. Now that the intense pain had subsided, his world had shrunk
to nothing but the sensation created by the gnarled cock that ground into
him. He was vaguely aware of Marcus's own grunts and groans, especially
when Sebastian had orgasmed. Each time it slowed him down and Sebastian
knew that every shudder of his own pleasure from his orgasm had been
transmitted straight into Marcus, too. Finally, like all good things, the
end was in sight.

Marcus was nearing his own orgasm at last and Sebastian steeled himself for
the final assault. The man's eyes had become glazed and his breath
shortened. Sebastian felt like he was attached to a vast engine as Marcus
lost control and began to pummel him deep into the bed. With all restraints
gone, Sebastian no longer knew which sensation was the most intense, they
all were. Then Marcus began to repeatedly slam into him with a force he had
never experienced before. When he thought he could stand it no longer, he
heard Marcus bellow as hot, searing streams of cum spurted deep inside
him. Sebastian had no memory of what happened next. That was because he had
fainted.

"Eat," said Chris for a second time, with less patience but no anger.

Sebastian blew on the hot chip before he gingerly put it in his mouth. He
had been expecting a lecture. After all, the room had been pretty messed
up, not to mention the totalled bed linen that had ended up in the
bin. Then there was the awkward issue of letting a stranger into Chris's
private apartment for, um, sex.

Sebastian knew Chris hated his slutty behaviour, especially the fact that
he liked to have sex with guys. It wasn't the guys he minded, exactly,
rather, that he was worried about his health and the possibility that one
day one of his `clients' might kill him. Back to school was his
alternative, and Sebastian knew that he wanted him to have a better start
then he did. He did not say any of that this time. Instead, he sat there in
silence.

"What happened to Marcus," Sebastian finally asked, keen to break the ice
now that he couldn't eat anymore. The mention of his name reminded
Sebastian just how much every muscle in his body ached, not to mention the
dull pain deep inside his bum. Across the bedroom he could see himself in
the mirror, with dark rings around his eyes and his long hair draped across
the deep bruise on his face.

"I kicked his ass," replied Chris. Before Sebastian could ask another
question, Chris continued, "Sebbie, I have something to give you."

Sebastian took the note from his uncle's hand. He was puzzled, especially
as it had his name on it written in someone's own hand. Chris had begun to
caress his feet that he had dumped on his lap when he sat down. Then he
began to read.

"Dearest Sebastian, it looks like I will have to go back on my promise
... Chris and I had an agreement ... had hoped to put you through college
... should have been your choice ...  seems that Chris cannot let go of you
... too bad my sweet little girl ..."

Sebastian pulled his feet abruptly from his uncle's lap and asked, "Why?"

"I ... I couldn't bear to lose you," came the halting reply.

Sebastian saw red.

"Why are grownups so... so... fucking stupid," Sebastian shouted at the top
of his voice.

"Didn't it occur to your tiny brain that you will never, never lose me? And
that I love you more than anyone else in the world? And that even going
with Paul would never, never change that?"

Sebastian found himself stood on the bed. In his rage he had scrunched up
the letter and screamed those words at Chris with all the remaining
strength he had. Then he collapsed in tears into his uncle's arms.

"Get on your mobile, or whatever, to Paul and tell him that your stupid
deal is still on, and I am involved," demanded Sebastian as the tears
continued to stream down his cheeks.

He reached up and kissed his uncle full on his lips, then nuzzled up
against his warm legs. On finding a comfortable position, he curled up to
go to sleep. He smiled as he felt his uncle's body shift and his warm arms
wrap themselves around him. He didn't notice his head turned and lips
lightly kiss his. That was because he was already asleep.