Date: Sat, 12 Jun 2010 19:57:59 -0300
From: monosauris@hotmail.com
Subject: Securing a Protector

Securing a Protector

By FitzHugh

This short story of "Securing a Protector"  is a stand alone story, it is
actually part of a larger story but I'll sort that all out later. Any
similarity to any events, names, places or life experiences any one else may
have experienced is purely accidental. I never tell a story using individual's
real personal or place names. This is a story  of consensual sex between a
boy-man and an under aged boy.

If you are under legal age, (according to any law of Canada or any other
Country on this big blue marble of ours), then you ought to leave now. If,
on the other hand, you find this story offensive or it is illegal according
to the laws of your country for you to view such content, I suggest you tune
out and go find a good Sherlock Holmes mystery or a good book written about
the days of wooden ships and Iron men. They are my personal favourites. This
story can not be distributed in any way manner whatsoever without my
expressed written consent. If you like this short story and want to comment
or offer criticism, or to just rant be my guest. I answer every e-mail. Feel
free to send it along to monosauris@hotmail.com

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As a boy of 13 and just beginning High School, I had had the opportunity to
have sex with a young lady who lived on the same street in the village but I
simply could not go through with it. Ah! We petted and I got my fingers
where they were supposed to be to explore but knowing from my limited
experience with two older neighbours that I could not yet shoot sperm, I
backed away because I did not want to be laughed at. (Okay, so I was a late
bloomer). I simply looked at her in fright, remembered the time and told her
I had to get home or my parents would kill me. So, nothing happened. And,
until I was in my early 20's, this was the first and last of my experiences
with women.

Following the death of my father, my mother couldn't handle me or my
brother. There were reasons for this but I'm not going to go into them here.
We were adopted children, not of her flesh, and she really didn't seem to
have a motherly instinct. After the funeral, two of my Uncles sat us down on
the bumper of my late grandfathers car and told us in no uncertain terms
that we were not members of the family, that we could not expect anything
from them and that we were on our own.

My mother was left with no money and a big funeral bill. She needed to
restart her life, (she hadn't worked since the war years) get a job and find
security in the bedroom. (Hey, we all like to keep warm on those cold
Canadian winter nights) We were in the way. So, without further ado, my
mother applied to the family court which had previously approved our
adoption and without so much as asking our thoughts on the subject, his
Lordship packed us off to a Boys Home in the big city.

After my initial meeting with the Director, the young guy who showed me to
my room sat me down on the bed and let me know in no uncertain terms that it
was not the Director and his staff who ran this place, but the older boys.
He asked me if I could fight? Well, the truth be known at that time I
couldn't fight my way out of a wet paper bag even if I had had both ends cut
off. He suggested that I latch on to one of the older boys and ask him to be
my protector. Instead of leaving me on the 2nd floor where the younger guys
were housed, where my brother was being housed, and where the Director &
Staff did have control, he took me up to the 3rd floor where the older boys
lived and where only an Assistant Director dared to have a room. This
assistant never bothered the older boys in case some dark night while on one
of his rounds, they threw a blanket over him and beat the crap out of him.
He was really there for a presence and nothing else.

Once on the third floor, my guide took me down the hall to a room with the
Number 8 on it, "Emmett's" room he said, and proceeded to tell me that
Emmett was one of the older boys who had never sought out nor had a room
mate. He was 18 and he no longer went to school but worked. At the moment,
he was away on a training course and would be back on Friday. My young guide
gave me the following instructions. I was to stay in Emmett's room. I was
not to sleep in his bed but to use the couch in his room to sleep on.
Because it was a Wednesday, I would not have to worry about my new High
School till the following Monday. My young guide would come and take me down
to my meals and bring me back up again. I could take a shower during the
daytime when the older boys were either in school or working. I was to use a
tin to pee after 4:00 p.m. until morning so I didn't have to come out of the
room. I was always thankful to my young guide and even though during my stay
at the Home I would offer to help him with his chores because we all had
them, he never asked nor accepted payment of any kind for his kindness to
me.

Emmett's bedroom-sitting room was like every other young guys room. I was
told that it was supposed to be a bedroom for two beds, two dressers, etc.,
but that because Emmett was one of the oldest boys (they were allowed by law
to stay in the home until they were 21 in those days.) and showed no
inclination to take a younger boy as his room mate, the Director allowed him
to keep the room as a single unless circumstances dictated it was needed.
Everything was all over the place, including several girlie magazines and a
cum sock under the bed, with nothing in a designated place. So being
depressed and afraid of what would become of me, I spent Wednesday night
feeling sorry for myself crying myself to sleep. Thursday morning after
breakfast, I started working on Emmett's room and by Friday at 5:00 p.m.,
everything had a place, the bed had been changed, the laundry sorted out,
everything that needed to be washed by way of the walls, night table,
mirror, etc, lamp stand, telly, was done and the room was spick & span. I
waited for Emmett and I was scared out of my mind. I had no idea if this was
a giant who could crush mere little mortals like me in his bare hands or a
dwarf with a cruel sense of humour. There were no pictures of him in his
room with family members in fact, there were no pictures of any kind. There
were several certificates from the YMCA boxing club and several certificates
from a local soup kitchen for hours served there but there was nothing else
to tell me about this young guy I was going to try and persuade to become my
protector. I decided that rather than leave his certificates in the box
where I found them, I would make sure that they were neatly hung on the wall
over the couch. Thank goodness my young guide, who came back to periodically
check on me, helped me to arrange them because I didn't have a mechanical or
technical skill in my body. I wouldn't have known which end of a hammer to
use nor why my thumb was always the intended target. But I did not escape
scott free.

On the Friday morning after my young guide had brought me up from breakfast
and all the others had either gone to school or to work, I decided to take a
shower. Stripping down to my tighty whities, I wrapped a towel round my
middle and went down the hall to the shower room. And, it was a large room.
It had two shower poles each with several spray nozzles. I stepped into the
room, closed the door, selected one of the showers and turned on the spray.
I was luxuriating in the warm water when suddenly the door flew open and
this older boy maybe 16 or 17 strode into the room, took off his towel and
hung it on the wall rack. He turned and proceeded to look me up and down.
His first words scared the crap out of me.

"Who the fuck are you?", he asked.

I tried to ignore him but that was clearly a mistake. After a few seconds of
my silence, he walked right up to me, spun me around, put his hands on my
shoulders and barked.

"I asked you a fucking question, kid. Who the fuck are you?"

"I'm Jimmy", I stammered out.

"So, Jimmy", he said beginning to apply some pressure to my shoulders.
"Where have you been hiding?"

"I haven't been hiding anywhere.", I replied becoming very scared as he was
beginning to force me down to my knees. His equipment had certainly begin to
rise to the occasion. I knew instinctively what he wanted. I deliberately
slipped down to the floor out of his grasp. My movement was so sudden he
lost his hold on me. But he wasn't going to let me get off that easily. He
reached down for me but I quickly scampered out of his way. I tried to make
my way toward the door. But, he grabbed me by the foot and pulled me back
under the shower. "Not so fucking fast, sport.", he said as he dragged me
back under the water. "I need to pump a load and your mouth is just the
place."

I started to fight him as he worked to exert control over me. But, I wasn't
staying still. I really wasn't afraid of him. I had sucked a cock or two
before. But there was something about this kid I didn't like and I thought
that if I let him do what he wanted to do, it would go badly with Emmett.
Even though Emmett was an unknown to me, I wasn't about to ruin any possible
chance I had with him. If he didn't like me and threw me out of his room,
then I would take my chances. But until then, I wasn't going to give in to
this sod.
We continued tussling around with me slipping out of his grasp and him
grabbing me back. The soap helped make me all slippery. Finally he grab me
with one hand while the fist of his other connected with my face.
Immediately, blood started spurting from my nose. I thought for sure that he
had broke my it. Somehow I got away from him, flung open the door and raced
down the corridor. From the flow of blood, I was sure I was leaving a blood
trail behind me. Without a stitch of clothing or his towel on, he was coming
after me. But, as I skidded to a halt in front of Emmett's door, I saw him
stop, turn and walk back towards the shower room.

"He's never had a kid in his room before so, you little fucker, when he
throws your ass into the hall, I'll be right there to claim it and by the
fuck you'll pay for this insult.", he said looking back at me as I opened
the door, stepped neatly over the small puddle of blood deposited on the
floor and walked into the room.

It took me quite a while and the help of my young guide, who heard the
commotion and came running, to staunch the flow of blood. And, although it
really hurt and I had a big bruise forming on my face complete with a
beautiful black eye, I knew my nose wasn't broken. But, I looked a mess.

Later that day, I went down to supper with my guide leading the way. Several
boys noticed the black eye but no-one asked any questions. My attacker
stared at me but he, too, didn't say anything but I knew by his look he was
like that Cheshire cat in Alice & Wonderland, and that he was waiting to see
what would happen when Emmett came home.

I went back up to the room, watched a little telly and fell off to sleep. It
was 9:00 p.m. when I last looked at the clock and still Emmett had not come
home. At 10:30 p.m., I heard the door to the room open. I lay there keeping
my breathing as even as I could and my eyes closed. Then the light came on.

"Well, what have we got here?", came this strong, deep voice.

I opened my eyes to see this rather tall, perhaps he was slightly under 6
foot at the time, blond short haired male, about 18 or so, standing there
just inside the door with his hands on his hips.


"Come boy", he said looking at me but not with a severe look but, rather,
with a look of curiosity as if he was wondering who would even dare invade
his privacy. And, after taking in my sorry state, his eyes slowly roamed
around his room.

"Good God", he said. "Maybe I'm in the wrong room?".

" Nnnnnnnnoooooo", I stuttered as I slowly sat up on the couch.
Emmett walked over to me with concern being displayed in his look. "What
happened to you?"

I related to him what had happened to me in the shower earlier in the day.
His big strong hand came to my face and he gently touched my nose. "I've
broken a few noses in my time", he said looking directly into my eyes. "I
can tell you that yours is not broken. But it's sure going to feel sore for
a while. And, as for the black eye," he continued, "well, you'll have that
for a while, too."

He turned and walked over to his bed. "Fuck, this feels wierd", he laughed.
"I haven't had my bed made since I moved into this room two years ago."

With his back to me, I watched him, as he slowly pulled his shirt up out of
his pants.

"So, do you have a name?", he asked, "Or, do I give you one."

"My name is Jimmy", I replied still sitting on the couch.

"So, Jimmy, who are you and why are you in my room?"

I spent the next few minutes telling him why I was in the Boys Home and how
I had been placed in his room and why by the young guide.

"Yeah, Jeffery is always looking after strays", he said when I had finished
my story.

"I'm sure that Jeffery told you that I've never had a room-mate", he said.
"I know that I snore like a son-of-a-bitch and I never pick up after myself.
I can get mean and ugly when I'm woke up earlier than I plan and I hate
surprises. I have a coffee percolator and I need my coffee first thing in
the morning. By the way, Jimmy spelt the Irish way, this room is sure a
surprise to me. I've never seen it so clean."

All I could do is smile to myself. I sure wasn't going to interrupt him.

"So, did you finish your shower or did Dominic get to you before."

"No, I never got to finish my shower", I replied.

"Well then," he said turning to look at me as he undid the buttons to his
shirt, "You'd better come with me. One of us stinks and I sure hope to God,
it isn't me."

I got up from the couch, went to the closet and reached into a bottom drawer
to retrieve a large towel. I walked over to put it on his bed, just as he
removed his shirt.

"Holy God," was all I could mutter under my breath as I stared at him. One
could not have imagined what he looked like with his shirt all buttoned up
because his shirt, like his pants were baggy so you couldn't get a fix on
just what he would look like in the buff. He caught me staring. But, what
was there not to stare at. He was tight, with a beautifully formed chest,
not overly large but solid. Below this chest, that one could spend hours
upon hours licking, sucking and nibbling on, came a stunning sharply focused
seven pack. Not a six pack but a fantastically, striking seven pack. And the
whole front of him was covered in a coating of beautiful, short blond hair
with what on anyone else would have been a treasure trail but on him a much
darker trail amid the down mat that went from his belly button into his
pants.

"Close your mouth, Jimmy, you'll cause a draft", was all he said as a smile
began to take shape. "Now go get me a towel."

Afraid I would make a fool of myself even further than I had already, I
turned and walked back to the closet to fetch a second bath towel. While I
was walking to the closet, he had dropped his pants and boxers and wrapped
himself in the towel I'd laid out for him. I was still in my underwear. I
wrapped my towel around me, grabbed another spare towel from the closet and
followed him into the hallway.

There were few, if any, other older boys up at this time of night. One could
see the light on under the door of the Assistant Director as we passed his
rooms but, even if he heard us, he made no move to check on what was going
on. The light was off in the shower room when Emmett opened the door.
Flipping on the light, he stopped, whipped off his towel, placed it on the
hook rack and walked with his back to we towards the first shower tower.
Turning on the water, he stepped back to feel the temperature of the water.
Periodically he would step forward and adjust it. Turning his head to look
at me, he said" Are you going to stand and gawk at my ass all night or are
you going to close the door and come take a shower?"

I slowly closed the door behind me trying to make as little noise as
possible. I hung the spare towel and my towel on one of the hooks. Then
turning toward the wall, I put my thumbs in the waist band of my tighty
whities and lowered them so that I could step out of them. I also hung those
on one of the hooks. By this time Emmett had started a second sprayer next
to his and was adjusting it so that when I stepped into it, it was just
right. I closed my eyes and allowed the hot, but not too hot water, to
cascade down my young body. I don't know how long I was standing there but
my eyes flew open wide when I suddenly felt Emmett turn me around and start
to soap my back.

"Relax, Jimmy, I'm not going to hurt you. I promise", he said in a voice
slightly louder than a whisper.

I leaned forward and grabbed the shower pole in front of me. Emmett gently
rubbed soap onto my back and, yup, he even rubbed soap on my ass allowing
his fingers to run over the little brown button. When he was done, he slowly
turned me around so that I was facing him and the warm water rinsed the soap
off my back. My eyes had remained closed.

"Think you can do mine?", he asked. "And, you don't have to drool, there's
enough water coming from the shower head," he said with a chuckle as he
turned to present his back to me.

I opened my eyes, reached round, took the bar of Irish Spring from his hand
and slowly began to slowly rub circles all over his back. I used one hand
with the bar of soap and the other to spread the lather.  I went so far as
to do his butt but I did not go into the crack of his ass. I did, however,
go down on my knees and go up and down his beautiful, strong legs. It was
when I was on my knees doing the back of his legs that the door to the
shower room burst open. In walked Dominic whom I had met earlier in the
morning.

I turned my head to the intruder but I did not notice Emmett turn around
too.

"Never saw you with a kid on his knees before, Emmett?", said Dominic. "If
he's no good at it, give him to me and I'll train him for you."

" Thanks Dom.", Emmett said as he took my head in his strong hands. He
gently, but using mild force, turned my head around so that I was staring at
this bloody big, 10 inch circumcised behemoth sticking out of a thick forest
of blond pubic hair. He slowly drew my head forward. Not knowing what was
expected of me but sensing that I had better go along with whatever was
happening, I opened my mouth and let the big glistening head slide in. "I
never take seconds, Dom," he replied replied slipping his big cock a littler
further into my warm inviting mouth. "I can train him myself. But thanks
anyway.",

Dom went to the second shower pole and turned on the water. He and Emmett
talked for a few minutes totally ignoring me. Emmett had taken his hands off
my head but I had not spit out his cock. Instead, I was slowly sliding my
mouth back and forth along his steel hard, yet velvety cock taking in just a
little more each time. Every now and again, Dominic would reach down and tug
his own rising cock. He might have even have been wishful that Emmett would
share his prize with him wnen he was done. But Emmett would never entertain
such an idea.

Then suddenly, when he knew that Dominic was as relaxed as he would ever be
and with the speed of a lightening bolt, Emmett pulled his cock from my
face, reached over grabbed Dom by the head and pulled him downward so that
with a painful thud, Dom landed on his knees right in front of Emmett.
Without any hesitation, Emmett pulled Dominic's head toward his big cock. "
Open up, fucker.", he barked and although Dom tried to evade it, he forced
his cock into Dom's mouth. Once it was there, he held Dominic's head in a
vicelike grip and really began to face fuck him. He was slamming as many
inches into Dominic's face as he could handle and he was making sure that
when he was finished, Dominic was going to handle all 10 inches.

"I don't appreciate anybody beating on my property, maggot.", barked Emmett
driving his thick cock into a choking Dominic. "I expect people to respect
my property and to treat it with all the respect it deserves. Isn't that how
you would want someone to treat you and your property, Dom?"

Dom, of course, couldn't answer because his mouth and, by now, his throat
was stuffed full of cock. Rapidly and without let up, Emmett continued the
assault on Dom's throat. "You ever touch this kid again and, by the way Dom,
his name is Jimmy, I will beat you to a fucking pulp. Do you understand me,
shithead?"

Dom did what he could by nodding his head. "That's a good boy, Dom.", he
said still strongly face fucking the boys throat. "Now, if you don't mind,
I'm going to use you as my cum sock, Dom", he said looking down at the boy
who had tears running down his face, " simply because your throat feels so
good massaging my dick and I don't want to waste it down the drain."

With a yell and a "Holy Fuck, take it Dom", Emmett fed Dominic as he spewed
forth shot after precious shot of warm boy-man cream down Dom's wide open
throat. There was no question that, if Dominic had never swallowed anyone
else's cream before, Emmett was going to make sure that every last drop went
straight into his belly. This little episode was something Emmett wanted
Dominic to remember so that no other defenceless kid was ever attacked
again. After he had shot all there was to shoot, he shoved Dominic off his
deflating cock so that he lay there sprawled out on the floor. Emmett turned
and stepped under the warm water. Not even thinking about it, Jimmy stepped
forward and began to lather him down in an effort to help him complete his
shower.

When all was said and done, Jimmy retrieved Emmett's towel and dried his
back. When he was finished, he handed the towel to Emmett who wrapped it
around himself. Jimmy then stepped over to the towel rack to retrieve his
own towel and the spare. Just as Jimmy was about to hand Emmett the spare
towel so that he could dry his head, Emmett turned and walked the few steps
over to where Dominic was still lying on the floor. He lifted his towel,
took aim and emptied his full bladder on him making sure that his yellow
stream went from his head, lingered on his face, and on down to his toes.
When he was done, he lowered his towel, reached over and took Jimmy by the
arm and led him out of the shower room. As the door closed Dominic slowly
rose to his feet and with tears streaming down his face, he stepped under
the water to begin washing himself down. He had never been so humiliated in
his life. No-one had ever been able to make him their bitch although several
had tried. No-one had until today, of course, and the day was not over yet.

As they passed the Assistant Directors room, the door opened and a young,
well built man, perhaps in his early to mid twenties stuck his head out and
seeing that it was Emmett, asked him if everything was okay. " Sure",
replied Emmett. "Dominic's in the shower right now. I think he's in a frame
of mind that he would be willing to take care of anything that's come up",
he said giving his privates a good rub and the Assistant Director a wink. "I
think you should go check on him".

"I think I will", said the Assistant Director reaching behind the door and
retrieving his towel.

"Tell him Emmett sent you", said Emmett knowing full well that in his
present state of mind, Dominic would willingly (because Emmett said so)
service the Assistant Director because if he didn't, there was that
possibility that Emmett would teach him another, possibly even painful,
lesson.. With a soft chuckle, Emmett opened the door to his room comfortable
in the knowledge that payback is a bitch. Perhaps, he thought, maybe Dominic
will become the Assistant Director's bitch.

Once he and Jimmy were back in the room, Jimmy proceeded over to the couch.

"And where are you going?' asked Emmett. "Get over here."

Jimmy turned to walk hack to Emmett's bed.

Emmett gently placed his hands on his shoulders and pressed him down to sit
on the bed. " Now what happened tonight was a lesson for Dominic. I really
didn't want to shove my cock in your mouth but if I hadn't, Dominic would
know that you were not under my protection. Do you understand?"

"Yes", replied Jimmy looking for all the world like a lost puppy dog.

"I told you in the shower, I am never going to hurt you. You can stay in
this room for as long as you feel comfortable. I will not make you do
anything you do not want to do. Understand that I don't kiss." Why he said
that he didn't know but he thought it was important to set the rules. "When
we are in the room together, make sure the door is always locked. I don't
particularly want anyone walking in unexpected. And, I take two sugars and a
dash of milk in my coffee. Think you can remember all that?"

"Yes", replied Jimmy.

" Good. Now get into bed." he said as he bent down and undid and then
removed Jimmy's towel. Walking over to lock the door and turn out the room
light, Emmett returned to the bed, dropped his towel and climbed in.

Without even thinking about it, Jimmy cuddled up to Emmett and lay his head
on that beautifully sculptured chest. He let his tongue gently slide over
the big nipple that just lay there ready for his attention and sucking. The
boy-man's hand came up and rested on his head. Jimmy could feel the gentle
rise and fall of Emmett's chest as his breathing began to slow down as he
relaxed. He could hear the sound of his beating heart as Emmett's fingers
played with his hair. As he drifted off to sleep, Jimmy knew he had found
his Protector.

Meanwhile, in the shower room, the Assistant Director proceeded to hang his
towel on the hook. He slowly took off his pants and underwear and also hung
them. Turning to face Dominic, his hand went down to grab his rapidly rising
cock. He had wanted this kid for a long time. Dominic stared at him as the
hooded snake in the man's hand began to fill out. The man stepped under the
same shower as Dominic. Placing his free had on Dominic's shoulder he looked
Dominic directly in the eyes.

"Emmett says you're willing to look after whatever comes up", he said
applying a downward pressure to Dominic's shoulder.

Dominic did not fight it. He knew Emmett's boxing skill. He knew that if
Emmett lost his temper with him, he would be hurting for a while. He knew
there was no way to fight it so he slowly went down on his knees. The
Assistant Director's free hand came up and took hold behind Dominic's head.
Slowly he drew the boy's head head toward it's destiny.

"That's it, bitch", said the Assistant Director as he slipped the head of
his leaking cock into Dominic's warm, wet and inviting mouth, "we're going
to take all the time you need to fall in love with your new friend."