Date: Sat, 10 Jun 2000 10:55:48 BST From: Jack Rowan Subject: The Story of Tim - part 4 THE STORY OF TIM - part 4 This story includes descriptions of sexual relations between an adult man and a teenage boy, including bondage and SM. If the law in your jurisdiction says that you're too young to be reading this, then I suggest very strongly that you should obey the law. People who are likely to be offended by the subject matter are respectfully advised not to read it. Please note: This is fiction. In real life, sexual relationships between adults and teenagers cannot be condoned. For other notes, please see the start of part 1. Comments will be very gratefully received by Jack_Rowan@hotmail.com ====================================================================== 21 Quiet times -------------- I carried him to his room and laid him gently on his bed. He was still babbling and thrashing, hugging and kissing me, weeping and crying out. I held him gently, comforting him. Finally he quietened. I carried on hugging him, and finally he relaxed in my arms, and I could lie him down. "Go to sleep now, Tim. Go to sleep." I covered him with his duvet, and stroked his hair. In a moment he was asleep. It was nearly two hours before I heard him stir. I peeped into the room. He didn't see me. He was lying on his back staring at the ceiling, a slight smile on his face. I made some tea, and a bit later he appeared, wearing jeans and a tee-shirt, his hair towsled. His eyes were half-closed and sensuous, and his smile creamy. The morning-after look. He hugged me round the waist, and leant back, looking at me; and then we kissed, gently. "My god!" he whispered. "Well, you warned me, sir." "Not sir. The scene's over. Just David." He stared at me. "I hated you," he said. "I really, really hated you then. And then you... Oh, Christ! That was amazing. Oh, Christ!" "You were the amazing one. That was the most powerful scene I've done for long time." "You were right, though. I don't think I will ever be the same again. You really did something to me. I feel turned inside out." "Yes. I was cruel. I told you I would be, and I was." I handed him a cup of tea, and led him out onto the patio. The shadows were lengthening as the sun lowered. Columns of midges were dancing. The coffee cups we had used before were still on the table. "I never dreamt, you know? I never dreamt it could be like that. That - that you could turn a person round and round, love and hate and love, like that." "Well, I'm good at what I do. I don't mind telling you, because it's true. And you're worth the best." "'My body is yours; do want you want with me,'" he recited, dreamily. He was looking across the meadow. I felt faint. "You remember that?" "Of course I do. I'll never, ever forget it. Never, ever, ever." He paused. "I could never have got through the rest without that. I'd have said it, said the word. But even when I hated you, I couldn't - I couldn't go back on it." "Oh, Tim." I didn't know what to say. "I love you," he whispered. "Listen, Tim. I've been around for a while. I've lived with two guys. I've been with lots and lots. I've done far more scenes than I can remember. But before god, I've never loved anyone as much as I love you." He smiled at me. "So, how does it feel to be a child abuser?" "It feels great. The best." "When do we do it again?" I laughed out loud, with relief and happiness. "You still want to go on? Really?" "Need you ask? Of course." "Then, when I decide. Not before. Not after. Which reminds me - I must ring Chris. And you - stay out here." 22 Consultations ---------------- "David? I hope you are going to waste any more of my time with your whingeing." "No, ma'am. We've done it." "What, already? Wow. Give me ALL the details." I described the scene to her, step by step. "Jesus, David! You did that, to him? For fuck's sake! Is he okay? "Actually, he's fine. He slept for a couple of hours, and now he wants to know when we'll do it again. He's strong, Chris. And brave. I was astonished." "I would never have done anything like that. I was just expecting you to do a little touch of spanky-wanky, you know, just to warm him up. Instead of which - you push him over the edge!" "All or nothing." "I must come and watch you work one day. You say he was brave. Well, so are you, brave and ruthless, quite ruthless. What if he'd safeworded? It'd've been a disaster." "He said he would have safeworded, except for that stuff I had him recite." "Yes. I hope you realise that stuff like that has an effect on you as well." "It did. It has. Chris, this is the big one. THE biggest thing I've ever done." "I hear it." "Heh. He just asked me how it felt to be a child abuser." "He's smart, that one. So, what next?" I told her. Her suggestions were keen and perceptive, and I thanked her. "Tell me later what happens. This is wonderful, David." Her voice changed. "The Lady keep you. The Lady protect you. The Lady bless your intentions, and receive you at the last." I knew just enough to say along with her, "So mote it be." I don't really go with all her pagan stuff. A walk in the moonlight's enough for me. The kindly powers can find me when they need. She rang off. Somehow, time had passed, and the sun had set. Out on the meadow it was growing dark. "Come and help me make supper." I was tired. We got something out of the freezer, added some oven chips. Comfort food. We ate, not saying much. We had become friends, as well as lovers. "Tim, I'm going for a walk. I need to think about things. Why don't you play or something?" He smiled. "Okay." Outside the nightingale was singing again, and I let the cataract of notes drench me. I am so lucky, I thought. I strode out across the meadow, thinking about what we would need for the next steps. People to contact, favours to call in. Of course, we still needed great care, great privacy; his youth wasn't something that could be forgotten. The dungeon, too. That needed to be finally tidied up. We would need that. Then there was him. He was still holding things back from me, I knew it. They would have to be confronted. I didn't know what was hiding in there, but it felt big, and very painful. I had the tools to dig it out, but it would take battles. What had Chris said? Ruthless. I wasn't afraid. But I would need every skill. And there was me. I also had to be looked after. I smiled to myself, and started to walk back. 23 An episode ------------- "Hey, you've been away for more than an hour!" "Yup. So I have." He was sitting cross-legged on the floor, intent on his game. He looked very, very young, and for a moment I doubted. Then I thought of the afternoon, and the golden sunlight falling on his face, and smiled. I went into my bedroom to make a couple of phone calls. Then I took a book from the bookcase, and sat in the sofa to read. For a while he played and I read. It was a pleasant and home-like time. "Tim," I said, when I thought the moment had come. Something in my voice made him answer, "Yes, sir." "Turn off the machine." "Yes, sir." He obeyed, and looked over his shoulder with a smile. "Present." "Yes, sir." He stood and took up the position, his eyes wide with excitement. "Take off all your clothes. Fold them neatly and put them on that chair." I wanted to give him time to make the change, for his excitement to rise. He did it with his usual grace, and stood naked before me, his five inches already hard. He was still smiling. I loved the way that we could still smile in a scene, still be friends. It was new to me. Somehow the snarling orders and grimaces of the hard master were out of place. "You remember your safeword?" "Yes, sir." "Now come and kneel between my legs." He obeyed. "Open my trousers. Get my dick out." Suddenly he was solemn. His hands, as he reached to obey, were shaking. I tilted his chin towards my face. "Are you okay with this, Tim?" "Yes, sir. Very, very okay." "Go ahead, then." He fumbled with my trousers, unused to the angle. Then his small fingers were trying to get to me. I wasn't wearing anything underneath, but still it was difficult for him. I helped. My dick stood out. Nine inches. Thick. Very hard. I paused. This was a moment of danger, but, I thought, only a small one. "Lick it." "Oh wow. Oh wow..." "Don't speak. Obey." "Y-yes, sir." He leaned forward and I felt the delicate cat-like touch of his tongue. "Lick it some more. Lick it a lot. Get it wet. Make me feel good, Tim." His eyes as he moved to obey looked strange, unfocussed. He was still as hard as ever. It was so delicate, so gentle. Tiny, tiny movements, gliding finely over me. I groaned. "Keep going, Tim." Soon I stopped him, and again tilted his head. "Okay?" "Oh yes, yes, sir." "Now, put it in your mouth. Don't let me feel your teeth." For the first time I felt the velvet warmth of his mouth. It was so small, and I was so big. "Let it go to the back of your mouth. Go down on it." I slid over his tongue like butter. He gagged, and withdrew a little. "Don't worry, that happens to start with. Don't bother with it now. Just - slide up and down." He obeyed. The feeling was beyond anything. I watched his head moving up and down. I entangled my fingers in his hair. This couldn't go on too long, I didn't want him to get tired or to ache. Not this time. Perhaps four inches of my dick went into his mouth. I shall train him to take all of me, I thought. This is unbelievable. "You're doing well, Tim, so well. You feel so very, very good." It was like being caressed by rose petals, by dancing snowflakes. I was getting so near, so near... "Now I'm going to come in your mouth, Tim. I'm going to shoot in your mouth, just like you did in mine. Swallow it all, Tim, swallow it! I'm going to come in your beautiful, beautiful mouth..." And then, with a yell, I came. I gripped his head and I shot and shot and shot. I thought my insides would come out through my dick, I thought I would faint, I thought the world would end, and he was still working me, and I could feel him swallowing, and then gradually, gradually it was over. I pulled him over me and kissed him. His naked body was lying on mine, and I could taste my come in his mouth. "That was so, so good, Tim. So good." "Thank you, sir." His eyes were close to my face, green, smiling. I hugged him ferociously, and he groaned, and then laughed. "Now lie on the floor, face up." "Yes, sir." "And now beat off for me." One hand went to his dick, and he obeyed. It didn't take long. Soon he was making little cries in time with his hand, his back arched, and he shot again, almost screaming. I watched his face in the contortions of his ecstasy, a wild and different beauty. Then he lay, his eyes closed. Come was splattered over his body, even his face. "Come and stand between my legs." "Yes, sir," he whispered. I licked him all over, licking every scrap and smear. I licked his face, his eyes. Gently I took his dick in my mouth and licked it clean, as he groaned from the sensitivity. I licked my boy and loved him. He looked at me, his eyes dreamy. "That's it." I grabbed him and pulled him onto the sofa beside me. "Let's go to bed. And tonight, you sleep with me." He looked up at me and smiled. 24 A shower ----------- We took a shower together. It was the first time I had been naked with him. "Wash my feet," I said. He knelt, and I watched the water beating on the curve of his back as he did it. Then it was my legs, my thighs. Then my chest and my face. He was hard again, smiling at me. "Now wash my dick and balls. Gently." I felt his small hands, slick with soap, move over me. He looked at me carefully, the water soaking his hair. "It's... so big." "Yes, I'm quite big." "Am I too small?" "You're quite young. You'll get bigger. Actually, I like the size you are now. I'm not really a fan of megadicks." He giggled. "Don't your other men have bigger dicks?" "I've haven't got any other men." "But you said..." "Nowadays all I have is one boy. But he's enough." He hugged me almost frantically. "Anyhow, several of the men I've been with had smaller dicks that you. There's no such thing as too small." I took the soap. "Now it's your turn." I knelt and started to wash him. I could feel his hands on my shoulders. It was a long, long time since I had knelt in front of a man, but it felt right with him. I washed his legs and his front. Then at the same time I started gently to wash his dick and balls and the crack of his arse. He groaned. I wiped my finger over his hole and he yelled. "My god! That's incredible! What did you do?" I did it again, thoroughly, and had to hold him as his knees buckled. Then I was gently wanking him as I stroked his hole, and he started to moan. Very, very gently I pressed on him, and the tip of my finger entered him. I could feel his slender muscle pressing on my knuckle and throbbing rhythmically. Then he shrieked and came. I held him as he shot all over himself, all over my legs. The water swept it away. There was water pouring all over his face, over his shoulders and down his body. He hugged me. "Can I wash you - there?" "If you're okay with it." "You needn't ask me that. I'm okay with everything. You couldn't do anything to me that isn't okay." "I could think of a few things," I said, drily. He was soaping his hands. "If they weren't okay, you wouldn't do them." I reeled inwardly at the strength of his trust. And his hands were running down my crack, and I felt his fingers on my hole. It was my turn to moan. He smiled. I felt one of his fingers press. He entered me. His face was serious, intent. "Oh, TIM!" I yelled, and came, amazed. He puddled his hands in the come on his chest. "That was easy." "Oh, god, Tim, oh god..." I hugged him, and for a moment we were silent. "Come on," I said. "Let's go to bed." 25 A night together ------------------- We laid in my bed. I was facing his back, my arms around him. My body was against his, from his shoulders to his feet. My dick was hard again, and he manoeuvred it between his legs. I could feel his giggle. "Are - are you going to, to fuck me?" "Not now, no." "But sometime?" "Is that okay?" "Really, I don't want to be asked if things are okay. I'd, I'd rather you decided. If you just did them." "But just at the moment I don't know what you can deal with. Everyone has things they can deal with and things they can't. And I have to know. I can't just ignore your feelings. That really would be abusing you." "There's nothing I couldn't deal with if you made me. If there's something I can't deal with, why don't you just make me?" "I can't. You have your safeword. If I made you use it, that would mean I'd made a mistake. We'll always be on an edge, trying to take you as far as we can, without you safewording." He moved restlessly. "I'd almost rather I didn't have a safeword. So that you could do what you like." "What I like is not to take you too far. If you trust me, Tim, go with me in this." There was a pause. "Of course I will, if that's your decision. You're the boss." "Master. We say Master. I'm your Master." "Yes. You're my Master." His voice seemed to chant in a sleepy kind of way. "Master David is my Master..." "Lots of people have said that. But you're the best. I'll tell you something." "What?" "This evening. You know why we did that?" "Why?" "Just because I wanted this pretty boy to suck my dick, so I could get off. That's why. That's the only reason why. Not for you. For me." He paused again. "Wow. I love that. Why does that make me feel so sexy?" "Because that's the way it works for you. You want to be done to. You want to be made. That's the way you are. Lying here all cuddly and warm, that's what you think of, and so you think of being done to more and more, and harder and harder. You can't see any edges or limits. But I'm your Master. Your job is to serve, to make me feel good if I want it. But my job is to look after you, Tim, and to protect you, even from yourself." "Mm." "I'll tell you what, though." "What?" "One of these days, I WILL fuck you. It'll go right in you. Right up to the hilt. It'll hurt like hell. And you'll love it." He giggled again. "Yes. Up to the hilt. Mmm..." "And now, go to sleep." Almost at once, his breathing changed and he was away. He was so slight I could hold him in my arms with ease. I turned over the day's events in my mind, and realised that for the first time in years, I was happy. I thought briefly of _Harvest Time_, and went to sleep.