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Toby Jacobs
By
Andy Mann

 

Chapter Five

The snow had finally come, and gone, and as winter grudgingly gave way into spring, the countryside views around the Water Mill Marina started to become more pleasant. Of course, Fred Patterson, owner of the Marina, always had a more than pleasant view, whenever his part time teenage worker Toby turned up. Ever since their little get together on board of the Wispy Willow during the Christmas holidays, the thirty eight year old took every opportunity that was presented to him to touch the thirteen year old's body, slipping his hand underneath the boy's t-shirts, rubbing the crotch of the boy's jeans, or finding a few quiet moments to lock the door to the store and get naked with the teen.

Toby, in turn, loved the attention that his employer bestowed upon him. Ever since his mother had found him watching porn videos on his computer, his home life had become almost unbearable. Her strong homophobic views and opinions were fortunately kept within the four walls of his home as Petunia Jacobs certainly didn't want her reputation ruined by any of her nighbours finding out that she had an abnormal son. His father, having failed in his quiet efforts to persuade his wife that Toby was a normal kid, had given up the fight for the easy life and the boy was resigned to keeping out of her sight as much as he could.

So, with an almost willing shove out of the front door by his mother, Toby spent as much time at the Marina as possible. If he wasn't working, or helping out even when it wasn't his shift, Toby was studying or spending some quiet time in the Wispy Willow.

Janet Patterson, still struggling to understand how a mother could rip up the unconditional love that she should have for her own son, block booked the canal boat for the boy to ensure that he had his own space, his own refuge away from the hatred he endured at home. Even though she knew his sexuality, it still did not stop her from admiring the boy's firm body, his blonde hair, the dark brown eyes with a smattering of freckles that were beginning to show across his slim nose. Knowing in her head it was wrong, she still imagined herself with the boy, teaching him the pleasures of sex, and regularly called out his name as she thrust her vibrating dildo inside her while her husband worked the long hours that he did.

In response to her seemingly motherly attention, Toby became more open with Janet, confiding in her things he would never have dreamed of sharing previously. Now that the awkward conversation about his sexuality was over and done with, Janet often caused the boy to blush furiously as she pointed out cute boys, or handsome men that visited the Marina, either as boaters or just walkers out for a day out.

Of course, Toby and Fred's big secret remained exactly that. Both had decided that they had no idea how Janet would react if she discovered the sexual activity that occurred between the two, although it remained only kissing, cuddling and oral relief, much to Toby's dismay. As much as he had begged and pleaded with his boss, Toby just could not persuade Fred to penetrate him anally, the man holding on to his beliefs that it was morally repugnant to sodomize a young boy.

Now that Toby's sexuality was out to Janet and Fred, he found his sexual activities with customers actually diminished rather than increasing like he thought it would. Every time he approached somebody that he felt an attraction to, he always seemed to catch a glimpse of one or the other of the Pattersons and his ardour drained away as he always thought that even if nothing actually happened, the fact that they would think he was trying to get sex from the various men embarrassed him.

So as the rain hammered down, drumming a beat on the top of the boat, Toby lay on the bed, the fingers of his hands interlocked behind his head as he stared at the ceiling. Having arrived at the Marina an hour earlier, he had spent the time looking at the photos and letter that had been waiting for him when he got home from school, photos that were now scattered across the floor of the boat. Deep in thought, his mind wandered back to the previous evening at home. Tears started to leak from his eyes and roll down his cheeks.

<Flashback>

Toby locked his bike in the shed, shaking the water from his waterproof top as he unlocked the backdoor. He knew better than going through the front door and risk dripping water or getting mud on the hall carpet, so on evenings like this, he always entered the house through the tiled floor in the kitchen.

"Dad? Mum? I'm home!" he called out, kicking his trainers off and placing them on a piece of folded newspaper to dry out.

Hearing no response, he walked through into the lounge but saw the light was off, as was the television. Shrugging to himself, he walked back into the kitchen where he finally saw a note stuck to the front of the microwave.

`Toby, your mother has gone out for a meal with some of her friends from church. I am playing skittles as normal. There is a plated meal in the fridge, just microwave it. Mother should be back around ten so enjoy yourself this evening. Dad. Xx'

Smiling to himself that he could have a relaxed evening without his mother's constant attention, he set the microwave going and ran upstairs to his room to change from his school uniform. He undid his belt and slipped off the grey trousers before popping the buttons on his white shirt. Well, it was supposed to be a white shirt, but it currently had a grass stain on one sleeve where the boy had slipped over playing football at lunchtime. He pulled his shirt off, wincing slightly as he twisted his side.

Turning so he could look at himself in the mirror, Toby grimaced as he saw the welt marks on his lower back from the whipping he had received from his mother the week before.

"At least she is out all evening so I can have a wank in peace!" he giggled to himself as he walked back downstairs to the kitchen in just his tight briefs. The teen had shed the boxers he was used to and started to wear the tight fitting underwear in an effort to stop any erections becoming noticeable to his mother. Every time he had one, even if the wind just happened to blow in the wrong direction, his mother called him out for having perverted thoughts and proceeded to punish him in any way possible. Her latest torment to him was to make him fetch either one of his trainers or worse, his school belt, and force him to strip in front of her before hitting him with the object.

Toby quickly wolfed down the shepherd's pie that had been left for him, and after making sure that he had cleaned the microwave, washed the plate and cutlery and tidied the kitchen, he headed into the front room. His computer was now a permanent fixture at the back of the lounge, where his mother could keep a constant eye on whatever he was doing. He booted it up, knowing that for once, he could load up some porn and have a leisurely wank while watching men go at it like rabbits.

As he quickly accessed a free site, the slim boy slipped his briefs down and off his body, leaving himself naked on the chair, his proud cock, now measuring a few millimetres over four and a half inches standing to attention. As he started to watch two eighteen year old lads being shagged by two men who looked like they were in their thirties, he wrapped his hand around his dick and started a slow, leisurely stroking rhythm.

He pulled and teased himself to the brink of an orgasm before releasing his cock, counting to ten and starting again. Danny Beckford, Toby's classmate, had bragged to the boys one lunchtime that he had kept himself at the point of cumming for forty minutes before firing the biggest load he had ever shot. Toby had been desperately wanting to try it, but with the constant eagle eye of his mother, he had never had the time. Tonight, however, he was free and set about it.

Time after time, the boy almost lost control of his orgasm, as pre-cum leaked over his pubes and groin, but he managed to pull away just in time before he shot.

Clip after clip of horny sex videos were clicked on and finally Toby could hold off no longer and with a whimper and sigh, Toby felt his creamy spunk splatter on his firm abs. Tracing a finger through his load, he raised it up to his mouth and sucked it in.

"Now do you believe me that my son is a dirty pervert?" Petunia's voice startled the boy so much that Toby actually fell out of the chair as he twisted around in shock. To the boy's horror, not only was his mother standing just inside the room, but two men and another woman were also with her.

"I just don't believe it, Petunia," the other woman gasped, her face showing disgust.

"Believe it Harriet," the shorter of the two men snarled, his blue eyes narrowed in hate. "You were right, Pet, your boy is a queer and you are right to try to beat it out of him."

That didn't sound good to Toby, and as he scrambled across the floor to reach for his briefs, he felt hands grip his waist. The second man, so tall that he had to duck to enter through the doorway, had grabbed him.

"Dirty queer boys don't get to wear clothes when they are going to be punished," he growled at the teen.

"Mum, I'm sorry, please, don't!" Toby begged, his eyes watering at the prospect of another beating.

"If you were truly sorry," Petunia started. "Then you would renounce your evil and depraved ways, but no, you sit here in my house, watching filth and masturbating! Go fetch your belt!"

Toby found himself being pulled up from the floor by the tall man and was roughly pulled out of the room. Not being given a chance to escape, the man held his arm so tightly that the boy could already feel his hand start to go numb. He almost smiled to himself as he remembered Danny telling him how his older brother had taught him to lie on his arm until his hand goes dead, and then it felt like someone else was wanking you off. However, his almost smile faded from his face as he was pushed into his bedroom.

"Where's your belt boy?" the man growled.

As Toby pointed it out, he saw a white strip of plastic at the man's neck. He quickly looked the man over and was shocked to see that he was a vicar.

"Reverend, please, forgive me and help me!" Toby cried, praying that the man of cloth would be as forgiving as they are supposed to be.

The sting on the boy's cheek took a few seconds to reach his brain before the pain of the man's slap registered.

"You're a filthy little pervert who will be damned to hell!" the vicar shouted at him.

The fight went out of Toby as he resigned himself to the beating that would happen. He whispered a silent prayer that his father would come home early before he remembered that the skittles match was away and so there was no hope of a reprieve. He removed his belt from the loops on his school trousers and with head bowed, he allowed himself to be led back into the lounge, where the coffee table had been cleared.

"Right boy, lay on the table with your arse on the edge," the smaller man instructed and as the boy did, his arms were quickly tied to the legs on the far end of the table. As Toby struggled, he received a sharp slap on his exposed behind causing him to bit his lip to stop from screaming out in pain. He let his body go limp and soon found his legs secured to the table, his knees barely touching the floor.

"Pet, he's your son so you should punish him," the vicar told Toby's mother.

"Reverend Samuel, I thank you for the offer, but I think we need all of God's grace to drive the demons out of the boy," Petunia replied.

"How do you mean?" Harriet asked.

"We should all take turns in whipping the demon," Toby gasped as he heard his mother respond.

Sure enough, after receiving ten stinging belts at the hands of his mother, Harriet took over for another ten, followed by the smaller man who Toby now learned was Tony. As quiet sobs escaped the teenager's mouth, he thought that he was about to receive some type of relief when the vicar, Reverend Samuel announced that the felt thirty lashes was enough for the boy.

"Are you sure Reverend?" Petunia asked, concerned over what her friends would think of the fact that she had a perverted son.

"I'm sure that young Toby now realises the evilness of the path he has started down," Reverend Samuel replied, stroking the burning red cheeks of Toby's arse. "Are you ready to renounce Satan and his perverted ways?"

Toby's mind screamed at the boy to say yes, to end the punishment and pain he was suffering. However his spirit, that burning, defiant part of him who accepted himself, refused to back down.

"No sir, cos I believe that God loves me for who I am," the teenager said firmly, shaking his head as he denied the Reverend's demand.

"You see Reverend Samuel," Petunia cried. "He's lost to Satan. What can we do?"

Toby glanced backwards at the four adults, seeing his mother and Harriet wringing their hands in grief and a look of disgust on Tony's face. As the boy glanced at Reverend Samuel though, he saw a look he recognised on the vicar's face. It was a look of lust, of desire of forbidden fruits.

"Maybe there is a way, Petunia," Reverend Samuel announced, as he started to wring his own hands in mock horror. "But it is something I am loathe to do."

"What Reverend?" Petunia begged. "Please cure my son."

Toby almost laughed out loud at the thought that he had a disease that could be cured, but the fear of what would happen next overrode his thoughts. His fears were confirmed by the next words out of the religious man's mouth.

"Well there is talk that if a queer like your boy ingests enough seed from a God fearing straight man, then he can be turned away from the path of Satan," the Reverend explained.

"Oh you've gotta be shitting me!" Toby exclaimed, not realising he said his thoughts out loud.

"Even now, Satan is taking control of the boy," Harriet gasped. "Reverend, can you save the boy's soul?"

"I can, and I will!" Reverend Samuel yelled.

The tall man pulled at his belt on his trousers, undid the button and unzipped his fly. Looking around, remembering he had an audience, he turned to the three other adults.

"You may want to leave the room rather than watch the suffering that both the boy and I will have to endure," he said.

"No, I will stay and pray for my son," Petunia replied, dropping to her her knees by the side of Toby's still bound naked body.

"We will too," Harriet said, taking hold of her husband's hand and positioning them in plain sight of what was about to occur.

"Very well, then let us pray while we try to rid the boy of Satan's presence," the vicar responded, his cock now straining at the thought of taking the teenager in front of the boy's mother. `How much more depraved can it get?' he thought, as he dropped his trousers and y-fronts to the floor, exposing his hard seven inch tool of God.

"Mum, please, don't let him," Toby gasped out as he felt the man line his cock head against the boy's exposed pucker.

"Quiet son, let the Reverend help you!" Petunia said, stroking the boy's back. "Let us pray, Our Father Who Art In Heaven."

That was all Toby heard as pain shot through his butt as the Reverend pushed forwards and stretched the tight hole open as his thick mushroomed head entered the boy's insides. Toby cried out, his body stiffening in shock as the man inched his way inside until finally the young teenager felt the man's balls slap gently against his own. Warm weight connected with his back as he felt the Reverend lean over and grip the boy underneath the arms.

Toby remembered Henry doing the same all those months ago, but that now seemed a lifetime away as he felt the cock inside him start to pull out. Knowing that he was going to be fucked no matter what, Toby closed his eyes and started his own prayer, one that he hoped would speed up the vicar's orgasm and end the torment to his body.

As Reverend Samuel picked up pace with his thrusts, he could only marvel at how tight the boy's arse was, and once again gave praise to God that he had a congregation that was so stupid and blinded by bigotry and ignorance that they believed his sermons about the Holy Seed saving the queers from Satan. It had led him to bugger some teenage boys in the past after he had insinuated to their parents about how they looked like they were gay, but this was the prize. Ever since he had seen Toby at the Easter service the previous year, Samuel had lusted after the cute teen and now he had finally got his cock inside the boy, he was going to make the most of it.

As the man angled his thrusts inside the boy, wanting to give the attractive teen pleasure while he fucked him, Toby felt the stiffness graze over that spot that caused his own cock to stiffen. Despite the fact that the Reverend had forced himself on the boy, and that Toby was being fucked in front of not only his mother but two other adults, the teenager groaned as he felt the all too familiar feelings of his own arousal begin.

Toby's body was being rocked back and forth over the cushion on the table, friction rubbing the boy's now erect cock and with a shock of guilt running through him, Toby gasped out loud as he felt his dick spew forth his own seed, soaking into the material of the padded pillow.

Knowing that he had just caused the boy the spunk himself in front of his mother, Samuel smiled to himself, knowing he was one step closer to achieve his ultimate goal of grooming a willing boy to be his sex toy. All he needed to do was to persuade an already gullible Petunia that the boy needed to spend private time with him, and then persuade the boy, or threaten him, to keep his mouth shut to anyone outside of the room.

All the time that his mind was organising his plans, his thoughts had been slightly distracted from the feelings that the quivering boy was causing his cock to experience. Never before had he been able to maintain an erection this long, never before had he been able to fuck a young boy's ass for more than mere minutes without spurting his juice as he used the hole as a relief for his perversions. However, with Toby, he wanted to give the boy maximum pleasure if he could, so that the boy would be a willing participant, rather than the forced victims of Samuel's past.

"Reverend, how much longer before he is healed?" Petunia asked, breaking the man's silent musings, making him realise that he really ought to bring the situation, and his coupling to a climax in more ways than one.

"Not long now, my dear," Samuel replied and he tightened his grip on the boy's slim body.

He turned his head into the soft hair of the teenager and whispered quietly into the boy's ear.

"I know you are enjoying this, and I want to make you cum once more before I coat your innards," he mumbled, keeping his voice so low that the other three adults couldn't hear. "Cum for me, my sweet little boy, cum for the glory of God."

Samuel picked his pace up once again, thrusting hard and deep inside Toby, causing the teenager to groan in a mix of pain and pleasure. Unbelievably to the boy, his cock was back at full strength, sliding on the slick cushion, his cock head exposed as his foreskin was pulled backwards by friction. Toby could feel his own spunk from his first ejaculation coating his cock and with a combination of disgust and delight, the teen gasped as once more his body shook as his climax hit him. The man on top of him began his own shaking dance as Samuel felt the boy's tight hole quiver and squeeze his thickness that was buried deep inside the boy until the Reverend could hold off no longer and with a loud "Praise Be To Our Father!" Samuel shot inside the boy, ramming his cock until he felt as though he was going to penetrate the boy's intestines.

Finally, Samuel flopped, his body exhausted as sexual pleasure leaked from every pore. He wanted to take the boy away, touch and caress the smooth skin, kiss him on the lips and be the perfect boy lover that he so desired to be. However, with the other three adults looking on, expecting some miracle cure that of course did not exist, he had to continue his act as the disgusted, high horsed, homophobe that his parishioners now expected.

"Well, it a start," Samuel said as he eased his still semi erect cock out of the boy's wonderful arse.

"A start?" Petunia asked.

"Yes, I'm afraid that as I felt the boy climax during my attempted conversion, there will be some work to do with him," Samuel explained the now distraught woman.

"Climax?" she gasped out.

Nodding at Tony, the Reverend motioned for Toby to be untied. The boy gasped in pain as blood rushed back into his extremities, having been nearly cut off by the thin rope that had bound him to the table.

"Turn over boy," Samuel commanded, but seeing the boy shake his head, again he motioned to the heavy set Tony who easily flipped the boy over. Sure enough, much to Toby's embarrassment of now being frontally exposed to his mother, there was the tell-tale sign of smeared boy juice all over Toby's now limp cock.

"Fetch a wet cloth please Petunia," the Reverend instructed and as Toby watched his mother disappear, he breathed a small sigh of relief. His body ached as he tried to sit upright, only to be pushed back down by the Reverend. "We need to clean up first, my son."

Toby felt a chill of horror run through his body as he watched the Reverend motion to a now returned Petunia to clean her son's cum-smeared groin. Twisting to try to get out of reach, Toby felt the strong hands of Tony hold him still and giving up to what must surely be the last humiliation of the day, the boy lay still as he felt his mother gently wipe his smooth belly, his sparse pubes and around his groin before she sighed herself and at the urging of the Reverend, picked up her son's limp cock in one hand and wiped it clean, unconsciously started a slow wanking motion before realising what she was doing. Quickly wiping the teenager's balls she smiled triumphantly as she looked down at the boy, humiliation evident on his face.

"Now then Petunia, I will need your help to cure your son," Reverend Samuel announced, wondering if he could indeed push the limits of perversity.

"Of course Reverend," Toby's mother agreed, before even knowing what was about to be asked.

"I think I will need to see young Toby twice a week, on a Monday and Thursday evening," Samuel started before Toby interrupted him.

"I work!" the teen complained.

"Ah, yes, the job at the Marina," Samuel remembered, and wanting to seem as though he took his responsibilities seriously, continued. "Well, work is important and shows responsibility. What evenings do you not work?"

"Um," Toby stuttered, knowing in his head which ever nights he admitted, he was going to put himself into the hands of the perverted vicar.

"He doesn't have shifts on Tuesdays and Wednesdays," Petunia answered, seeing her son stop.

"Well, I don't think that two consecutive evenings would work, so how about Saturdays?" Samuel asked.

"He finishes at two in the afternoon," Toby's mother replied.

"Okay, here's what we'll do," the Reverend instructed. "You will come home from school on Wednesday and straight from work on Saturday, you will allow your mother to cleanse you and then come to the vicarage where we will spend the rest of the evening and at least four hours on Saturday afternoon praying for and cleansing your soul."

"That sounds acceptable to me Reverend," Petunia beamed, glad that her friend, the Reverend, was personally handling the conversion of her perverted and disgusting son.

Toby however wilted in his mind, body and soul as he realised that his mother had just unknowingly committed him to two days a week of being buggered by the pervert. Knowing better than to voice his concerns now, he knew that his father wouldn't allow this happen so couldn't wait to explain what had happened here tonight when he got home from school the following day.

"There is just one more thing, Petunia," Reverend Samuel added. Reaching into his briefcase, he pulled out a litre bottle of water. "This is Holy water, blessed in the springs of Lourdes, and it will need to be administered to the boy if we ever hope to drive Satan from him."

"Of course Reverend," Petunia agreed, taking the bottle with an expression of awe. "How much does he need to drink?"

"Drink? Oh no my dear," Samuel chuckled. "It needs administering to the part of his body where Satan lurks, where the Devil himself turns a holy straight boy into a dirty perverted homo."

"You mean?" Toby's mother gasped, as she realised where he meant.

"Yes dear, you must drive Satan from his very anal home by pouring a small amount on your fingers and coating the boy's very innards, the very same hiding place that Lucifer lurks," Samuel said gravely. "It is the only way to save the boy's soul."

"Mum, please, no!" Toby gasped out as he figured out that the dirty vicar was instructing his mother to finger him.

"Quiet boy, if it's the only way, then as God is my witness I will do it!" Petunia shouted.

The three adults, happy that plans were in place to save poor Toby's soul, bade their farewells, leaving Petunia to walk back into the lounge where Toby was still lying prone across the coffee table. For a moment, the woman looked at the naked teen and forgetting that it was her own flesh and blood, feelings began to stir inside her. It had been over a year since she had last felt the love of her husband as their marriage began to breakdown, even more so since she had caught her pervert son watch men doing that horrible stuff.

"Toby, it's time for you to go to bed don't you think?" she said softly.

Toby raised his head to look at his mother, shocked that for the first time in months, the tone of her voice when speaking to him was gentle and not raised. Rolling himself onto the floor so that he could gingerly get to his feet, his bum hole hurting from the buggering it had received, he kissed the offered cheek of his mother and headed upstairs and climbed into bed, where he fell into a troubled sleep, one full of nightmares of white dog collared men chasing him through endless passageways.

<End of flashback>

A loud sob escaped Toby's lips and he curled himself into a ball. He cried at the thought of what Reverend Samuel wanted to do to him, knowing full well that the whole cure charade was just that, a charade that would allow the man to use the boy sexually. As much as the boy had dreamed of being used by men, and had indeed enjoyed the time with Henry, and with Jamie and Owen, he had wanted those experiences. This was being forced upon him by a man that he felt no sexual attraction to.

Once again, the thoughts about telling his father came to mind, but having arrived home from school to see a hand delivered envelope with his name on it, he knew that he never could. Excited at first by the mystery envelope, he had rushed to his room to open it, but as photographs spilled out along with a typed note, Toby's safety net had been well and truly pulled from underneath him.

Scanning through the pictures quickly before picking up the note, Toby read the veiled threat held within. The pictures showed a girl who looked no older than him, well, maybe a year or two older, but still under sixteen and she was in various sexual positions with an older man. A man that Toby recognised immediately. His father. The note threatened that unless Toby did exactly what was required of him and that he told not a soul, the photographs would be sent not only to the police but to the papers and his father's life would be over.

Knowing he had to comply with the demands, the boy had fled his home, taking the package with him so that his mother did not find it during one of her many excavations within his room, and he was going to hide it on the Wispy Willow.

"Tobes, are you down here champ?" Fred's voice echoed out, bringing the boy out of his musing.

"Um, yeah Fred, just a minute though," Toby yelled back, jumping off the bed and quickly gathering the photos up and stuffing them back into the envelope. He looked around and seeing that the small wardrobe was not fully fixed to the wall, slipped the envelope in the small gap between.

Fred Peterson knocked and entered the bedroom, seeing Toby as he jumped back onto the double bed. Knowing the boy too well, he immediately recognised that something was wrong but the boy refused to open up. Toby, wanting to deflect his employer's attention quickly locked his lips to Fred's. Fred's mind went blank, as it always did when Toby's soft lips found his own and he wrapped his arms around the slim frame of the thirteen year old. Both partners opened their mouths and tongues duelled for control of the kiss.

Fred found himself fully and painfully erect immediately and as the boy ground himself into the fully clothed man, he broke the kiss.

"Fucking hell Tobes, you horny?" Fred laughed.

"I need you Fred, please," Toby begged.

"I want you too champ, but what do you mean?" the thirty eight year old asked.

"I know you never want to, but I need to feel someone inside me who loves me," Toby replied, his eyes watering causing Fred to take stock of the situation.

All through the last five months, he had experienced the highs of kissing and cuddling a naked thirteen year old, and even the pleasure of mutual oral sex with his teenage employee. However he had never once even touched the boy's most secret and private place, the thought of it still shocking to him. However, as the boy continually asked him, pleaded with him, even begged him to take him anally, Fred had started to watch anal porn on the internet while Janet was working. Realising that the male bottom could indeed get pleasure from the act, he stumbled across a video of a straight couple having anal sex and the woman moaning as loudly as he had ever heard a woman moan. Taking a risk one night, he mumbled out to Janet what he had seen and his wife, surprising him, jumped at the chance of trying something different to spice up their lowering sex life. Fred could not believe how tight Janet's arse was and to his shame, all he could think of as he banged his wife from behind was what Toby's teenage arse would feel like.

"Very well, Toby," Fred agreed, giving in finally to his young boy lover's wish.

"But Fred, I know that you'd love it if you just tried it," Toby continued his pleading, not hearing the unexpected agreement from his employer.

"Tobes, I said yes," the man repeated, almost chuckling as the teenager's face went through a combination of emotions as he realised he would get his wish.

"YES!" Toby yelled, and within twenty seconds was completely naked. "Come on, hurry!"

Fred did chuckle this time as he started his own strip, albeit at a much slower rate than the energetic teen. As Toby turned to climb onto the bed, Fred almost cried as he saw the belt marks from the beating at the hands of the adults the day before. His cock wilted as he once again saw the pain and suffering that the boy went through, but he knew he would saw nothing at the boy's request and his own selfish desire to keep the boy close to himself. As he climbed onto the bed next to his young lover, Fred gently stroked the beaten and bruised backside.

"Want to tell me about it, tiger?" he asked gently, leaning forward to peck the boy of the nose, something that normally brought a giggle to the teen's lips.

"Not really," Toby replied sadly, knowing that he couldn't tell even Fred about it this time, the incriminating pictures of his father burning in his mind.

"Are you sure you still want to do this," Fred asked, knowing that Toby wouldn't say no.

"Definitely!" the teenager said solemnly, reaching over to the bedside cabinet, opening the drawer to pull out the tube of lube that Fred made sure was always stocked.

Fred slowly stroked his stiff five and a half inches of man meat as he watched the boy squeeze some of the jelly onto his fingers and smeared it over his hole. The thirty eight year old looked on in astonishment as he saw the boy push not only one but a second and then a third finger into his own anal passage, moaning gently as he did.

`Oh fuck, I've gotta do this' Fred mused to himself and took the tube and lubed his cock up so that he wouldn't hurt the boy. Little did he know that it was only the previous day that Toby had had the seven inch paedo cock of Reverend Samuel inside him.

"You ready Tobes?" Fred softly asked and seeing the boy's only response being to hold his legs by the knees and opening them to allow the man access to his hole, Fred Peterson positioned himself at the entry to the sexy body of the teen.

Pushing in, Fred was amazed at the tightness of the boy, the feel as Toby's arse gripped his cock as he inched his way inside the boy.

"Oh jeez that's good!" Toby moaned out loud. He loved the feel of his bum hole stretching to accommodate a cock, or the various dildos that Richie, the delivery driver, had bought him. Toby still dreamed of the day that he would get that fat chunk of meat inside.

"Oh my, this is even tighter than Janet's," Fred groaned, not realising he had said it out loud.

Toby looked up at his lover in surprise, not ever thinking that his female employer would do anything out of the normal sexual positions. However, he certainly didn't want to be thinking about a woman while he was here, naked, with the man he so admired finally buggering his arse. Toby let go of his knees and slid his legs around Fred's waist, trying to lock them behind the slightly overweight man. The teen had read a couple of stories where the bottom had done this so that it would drive his partner's cock deeper inside him.

Wanting to do more than just fuck the boy's wonderful bottom, Fred halted his thrusts for a moment, and with a switch of position, the couple found themselves wrapped in each others' arms, Fred on the bottom, Toby on top. The boy certainly like this position as it allowed him to hump his stiffness against the firm belly of his older lover. He gazed up at the man and they strained their necks the few inches each needed to so that they could lock their lips together once more.

Fred was in heaven, boy lover heaven, as his hands slowly and gently caressed the boy's lower back and bum, rubbing softly the raised welts of the belt marks, pulling the boy closer to him as he humped upwards and down, sliding his cock in and out of the tight anal ring.

In turn, the thirteen year old wove his arms underneath the muscular arms of his boss, wrapping them around Fred's shoulders to give himself a grip where he could slide his body back and forth, impaling himself further onto Fred's cock whilst rubbing his own dick that was trapped between the two sweaty bodies.

"Oh shit Fred, I'm cumming!" Toby gasped out as his cock twitched and spasmed, spewing forth his seed, lubricating the naked flash between them as Fred held the boy tightly to him, allowing the boy to bask in his orgasm.

 

As the boy panted as he came down from his climatic high, he felt his employer's stiff cock still inside him.

 

"Fred, you've not cum yet?" Toby half asked, half stated.

"That's okay Tobes," Fred smiled at the sweet boy. "This was all about you."

"Nuh uh," the teen shook his head. "Making love is a sharing."

"Champ, I'm just happy you're happy," Fred answered, not knowing why he was arguing against finishing his own orgasm. Those thoughts soon disappeared from his mind though as the boy started to slowly pull himself up and push backwards, causing the man's erection to get stiffer than he thought possible as the sexy teen started to ride him.

 

Toby pushed himself up to a kneeling position, giggling slightly as a rope of his spunk still connected him to his adult lover. Ensuring that he would keep the man's under average dick inside him, Toby started to lift himself up off Fred's groin before lowering himself. Fred laid back, his eyes glazing over as he felt his balls begin to tighten as his cock was assaulted by the boy's anal tunnel.

 

Toby found himself coming back to hardness as he found his prostate being prodded over and over and knowing that he wanted to cum at the same time as Fred, he gripped himself and started to rub himself. His eyes closed as he felt hands grip his waist, trying to control his motion but the boy was too close to achieving his dream of having Fred coat his insides.

 

"Aw fuck, Tobes!" Fred yelled as he erupted inside the sweet boy bum. Knowing that he had brought his boss to that point was enough for Toby and he felt his spunk shoot from his love tube for a second time, splattering Fred's chest.

 

As both lovers climaxes began to fade, Toby slumped forwards onto the now generously sperm coated chest of Fred. Sighing to each other, words unnecessary as they basked in the love that they felt for each other, both battled to keep their eyes open.

 

It was a battle that both lost.

 

 

As Janet Patterson finished cashing up the till in the bar of the Marina clubhouse, she smiled as it had been another good week, the second in a row. The winter season is always difficult, with the number of random boaters dropping off a cliff, so they rely on the long term mooring revenues and the different events that draw the local population into the clubhouse.

 

As she locked the door, she saw a light on in the Wispy Willow. Knowing that her young employee wouldn't be so careless as to leave it on if he had gone home, she sighed to herself, wondering what the bitch of a mother had done this time that the boy didn't want to go home and instead spend it on a boat, all alone.

 

"Well, I'm going to find out," she muttered to herself and headed over to the boat.

 

Carefully climbing on board, she knocked gently on the outer door. Not hearing a reply, she pushed the door open slowly and peeked her head around it, seeing only darkness. Moving through the lounge to the front of the boat, where the bedroom is located, she heard slight snores. Smiling to herself that she could maybe sneak a peek at what the cute teen looked like asleep, she eased the door open.

 

Peering into the lamp lit room, she gasped slightly as she saw the messy blonde hair of the teen snaking down across his cute face. However, something was wrong, something else was on the teenager's bed. Opening the door fully, Janet entered the bedroom and stopped in shock.

 

 

End of chapter

 

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