Date: Tue, 23 Mar 2010 03:48:40 -0700 (PDT) From: Uncle Wiggly Subject: Sweet Sixteen, Chapter 4 After rereading Chapter 3, I realized that it was quite dull. I've written fiction before, but never erotica, so I'm having to learn to balance the necessary exposition with the more juicy bits. I just read a rather florid piece of Gothic fiction on another gay site, so I tried to give the sex scenes some of that Harlequin cheesiness. The hardest part about the whole endeavour is keeping the pronouns and capitalization straight since boy was once Bobby and slave was once a "he" as opposed to an "it." I've allowed both slave and boy to address each other by their former names and use the pronoun "I" when they speak to one another since boy is still in training. I hope you will enjoy Chapter 4. There's still not enough sex in it. I guess I'll just have to read more smut to learn how to write it. We all have our cross to bear. Once again, Chapter 1's disclaimer applies. Sweet Sixteen by Augustus T. Wigglesworth IV Chapter 4 As slave left Daddy's study, it felt fear about its task. So much time and effort--and money--had gone into the making of boy that it didn't want to do anything that could potentially harm the delicate creature. slave took the key down from the hook and opened the gate to boy's kennel. The beautiful boy looked peaceful in his sleep. he was curled around Sponge Bob. Patrick, still damp with the previous evening's tears, lay under his head. slave wanted nothing more than to wrap boy in its arms and hold him close to its body and shower him with kisses, but that was a pleasure reserved only for Daddy or any other Real Man to whom Daddy loaned his possession. Johnson had been an intelligent and emotional boy. His emotion, considered a weakness by his father, was now the one strength that slave had at its disposal. slave took a risk. it decided on a different course of action. Instead of pounding the new rules into boy, it would be more tolerant of boy's mistakes and use positive reinforcement. boy still needed to know that he was loved. slave also knew that, unlike his cousin Peter, boy had always responded better to affection than punishment. "Bobby. Wake up, sleepyhead." boy purred and his long lashes fluttered as slave stroked his dimpled buttocks. The rosy skin as soft as silk stretched tautly over the firm, but yielding, gluteus muscle. "Bobby. Wake up. We have a long day ahead of us." boy's angelic face twitched as emotions played over it. his lush pink lips parted to take a breath and stretched to form a welcoming "O" as he yawned. slave's unused phallus stirred at the sight as boy's velvety tongue peeked out to trace his moist lips. boy's nose crinkled and his brow knitted momentarily as he vaguely remembered his bad dream. boy stretched as the warm air caressed his bare skin. He felt the glowing softness of morning surround him in a much more sensual way than ever before. his small endowment stretched tautly against the firm but elastic muscles of his hairless belly. he felt good. A lush feeling came over his delicate loins as he ground his stiff little member against the ribbed corduroy of his bed. he could feel each wide wale as his little penis bumped across it. he ground and twisted his hips. it felt so good. he began to hump the firm Cedar-filled pillow as slave's lubricated fingers slipped between boy's firm cheeks probing for the tight rosebud. boy gasped as slave corkscrewed its fingers into his small opening. It searched for boy's prostate, and once found, crooked its fingers to press against the walnut-sized gland. slave's metal-encased organ began its own rise as it watched boy writhe beneath it. For several minutes, boy humped his bed as slave continued the assault on the hard little mass inside him. One. Two. Three. Four. Five times slave's hand was trapped by the vise-like grip of boy's spasming sphincter. boy gasped and moaned as his sticky emission squirted out onto the velvety blue dog bed. (Thank goodness for stain resistant fabric.) slave cried out from the pain it felt as the sharp metal of its chastity dug into its own hardness. boy's eyes flew open. he looked into slave's face. it was the same face he saw every morning, but it was different. he felt the same sticky residue against his skin, but that was different too. his lips, still thick from the pleasure of his orgasm, tried to form words. "Johns... wha... I don... underst..." he cried softly. "Shhh. Shhh. I know you don't understand, honey, but you will in time. But right now, you don't need to understand anything. Just feel, Bobby. That's what you were made for. To feel." "But I was having a nightmare and Daddy was being mean to me and then I heard your voice and I had a special fun dream and I was sitting in Daddy's lap and he was putting his pee-pee inside me and it felt so good like when you give a me a special massage and then I got the best tinglies and then I made sticky stuff and then I heard you crying and then I woke up and now I'm having a nightmare again. What's happening!?!" boy sobbed. slave knelt and took boy into its arms. "Shhh. Shhh. Don't cry, my sweet angel. Just close your eyes and take some deep breaths. That's right. In and out," it said to comfort boy as it reached down underneath boy's tight scrotum and pressed firmly against his perineum. boy choked and shuddered as a small aftershock swept through his body. "See. You still feel good, don't you?" "Uh huh, but..." slave cut him off, "I want you to concentrate on what your body feels, Bobby. No. Don't open your eyes. Not yet." "OK." slave pulled boy onto its lap as it wiped its fingers through the sticky mess on boy's bed, then it moved its hand back between boy's cheeks. If it distracted boy's conscious mind, it would be easier for boy to understand what was happening to him. slave again began to corkscrew its fingers into boy's tight sphincter. boy visibly relaxed back into slave's arms. As it fingerfucked boy, it asked him, "Does this feel good?" "Uh huh," boy sighed. "Do you like feeling like this?" "Yes," boy said as he ground his little tushy into slave's hand. it pressed firmly against boy's butt nut and goose bumps spread across boy's skin. his cheeks flushed and his pink lips visibly darkened. "What are you thinking about right now?" "Daddy." "What else?" "The story about Heracles and his boy Hylas." "Do you like that story?" "Uh huh." "What do you like about it?" "The way Heracles loved Hylas more than anything and protected him from bad things." "What does that remind you of?" "The way daddy loves me and protects me." "Heracles is like Daddy, isn't he? Big and handsome and strong." "Uh huh," boy said as slave worked a fourth finger into boy's tight anus. "And who are you like?" "I'm like Hylas," boy moaned loudly as slave jabbed its fingers against boy's firm prostate. "What's Hylas like?" "He's smaller and not as strong and needs Heracles to protect him." "And what does Hylas do for Heracles?" "He cuddles with him and let's Heracles feel him all over and put his big pee-pee inside him to make Heracles feel good." "Does it make Hylas feel good to make Heracles feel good?" "Uh huh. It makes him feel real good, because he loves Heracles." "Does he have to think about how to make Heracles feel good?" "Unh unh. He just does it." "Do you want to make Daddy feel good like Hylas makes Heracles feel good?" slave punctuated its question with another jab to boy's overwrought prostate. "Uh huh," boy moaned. "Do you want Daddy to put His big pee-pee inside you so He can feel good?" slave asked with another jab. "Uh huh," boy moaned louder. "Would that make you feel good?" Jab. Jab. Jab. "Oh... I feel good... when... Daddy feels good," boy panted. "What are you thinking about right now?" "OH! DADDY!!!!" boy cried as he fell over the edge once again. "It feels good to think about Daddy. Doesn't it?" "Yes," boy gasped from his moist lips. "Does it feel good to think about other things like your room or your clothes?" "No," boy said without thinking. "Then why do you think about them?" "I dunno." "How 'bout from now on, every time you start to think about bad things, you close your eyes and think about Daddy. Does that sound good?" boy closed his eyes and nodded. "Think about making Daddy feel good." "OK," boy sighed. "Think about how good you feel when daddy feels good." "Mmm hmmm," boy moaned as his little member began to swell once again. "Now. How about we get you cleaned up?" "OK," boy said as he was shaken from his reawakening fantasy. "First, you need to clean up your sticky stuff," and slave pointed to the drying stain of boy's first morning orgasm. As boy licked up his gummy fluids from the soft corduroy, slave wiped up the residue of boy's second climax from boy's body. boy closed his lips over slave's extended finger and swirled his tongue around it to get all the delicious goo. "Good boy. How does that taste?" "Mmm, mmm, good," boy smiled. "What does it remind you of?" "I dunno." "Come on. Think. It's something you drink every day." "Banana milk?" boy puzzled. "That's right." Seeing the look of confusion on boy's face, slave continued, "boys' pee-pees make sticky stuff. Daddies' cocks make banana milk." "Cocks? Like roosters?" "No, that's another kind of cock. This is your pee-pee," slave said and squeezed boy's sweet little column of flesh. "And that's Daddy's cock," it pointed to the huge spurting erection in the poster on boy's wall. "Pee-pees are cocks?" "Not exactly. Cock and pee-pee are both names for different kinds of penises. boys' penises are called pee-pees and they make sticky stuff. Daddies have cocks that make banana milk. Banana milk and sticky stuff are both names for semen. boys need lots of semen. Right now, you drink it, but tonight, Daddy will show you a better way to put it inside you." "Why do boys need seenen?" "It's called see-men," slave corrected, "but most people call it cum. When you make it and get the tinglies, it's called cumming. Cum has lots of things in it that are good for boys. God made boys' bodies the way they are just so that Daddies would have a place to put their cum." "My body's a place for Daddy's cum?" "Not just your body. All of you. boys are semen receptacles. Cum containers." "Why?" "Because making cum feels real good, but cum's sticky and when it dries it gets all crusty." "Like when I get a banana milk mustache and Peter says I look like a glazed doughnut?" "Yep. Just like that. But if you leave it too long, it turns brown and makes a stain. But it sure does feel good to make it, doesn't it?" slave said as it wistfully remembered the last time it was allowed to cum many months ago. "Uh huh," boy grinned. "Well, what do you think would happen if people still made cum, but didn't have any place to put it?" "Everything would get sticky and crusty and brown?" "That's right and would that be good?" "I guess not," boy said. Then he brightened and said, "It would sure smell good though." "It sure would, but the floor would get all sticky and the furniture would get crusty and stained." "Like at the movies downtown?" "Exactly like the movies downtown," slave smiled seeing that boy was catching on. "So God made boys so that everybody can make lots of cum and feel real good, but there's no mess involved," it said sounding like a TV ad. slave continued on a roll, "But God knew that if He made cum containers look and feel like Men's room urinals or those big smelly old dumpsters behind your school cafeteria that Daddies wouldn't want to get near enough to put their cum in them. So He made boys soft and warm like teddy bears so that Daddies would want to hold them. He made boys beautiful and gave them tight little bodies so that Daddies would want to look at them. He gave boys mouths and tight bottomholes so that Daddies could put their cocks inside them. And He gave them moist lips and velvety tongues and made them soft and warm inside to just pull the cum right out of Daddies' bodies." "And since boys have such a special place in God's plan, He wants them to be happy too. So He made Daddies big and strong and handsome so that boys would want to be with Daddies and have Daddies touch them and put their cocks inside them. Doesn't it make you feel good to know your place?" "Uh huh. I love you, Johnson. "I love you too, Bobby. Very, very much," slave replied. it knew there was still work to be done and lessons to be learned, but boy's squirming made it realize that there were more pressing matters at hand. it stood and helped boy to his feet. boy immediately started to do the pee-pee dance. "Ooooh, Johnson. I have to go real bad," boy whined. he wanted to run toward the bathroom, but couldn't. slave realized that it was as good a time as any to teach boy another lesson, so it reached out and pressed firmly against boy's lower belly. boy sighed as he felt a wash of warm sweet smelling liquid pour down his legs and over his feet, soaking the newspapers spread out on the floor of the kennel. boy whimpered, "I had an accident." slave surprised boy as it forced him to his hands and knees. slave grabbed the back of boy's neck forcing his head down to the floor. it then gave boy's tight bottom two good swats with a rolled up newspaper as it rubbed boy's nose in the fresh urine. boy cried out more from the sound than the actual blows. he then became aware of an odor that he recognized. It was an odor that made him thirsty. Though it was much lighter and was mixed with the smell of newspaper ink, it was the faint smell of... Daddy's special apple juice! "Johnson. I'm hungry. Can I have my breakfast now?" slave reached over and removed boy's collar from a hook on the wall by his bed. "Aww, do I have to wear that again?" "Yes. Your Daddy wants you to wear this now instead of clothes." "Why?" "Because that's what your Daddy wants you to do." "But I don't like to wear it." slave decided to fight fire with fire and asked, "Why?" "I... I dunno. It's scratchy." As slave buckled the collar into place despite boy's objection, he did notice some red irritation on boy's silken skin. "I'll tell your Daddy. Maybe I can put some padding inside." it then asked, "You didn't like to wear the special underpants either, did you?" "No." "Well, doesn't it feel better now that you don't have to wear them?" "Yes. Why don't I have to wear them now?" "A. You've learned not to abuse yourself. And B. You have a beautiful body that Daddy wants to be able to see," slave said as it attached a leash to boy's collar and led him out of the kennel.