Date: Fri, 28 Feb 2014 20:36:27 -0600 From: charles Turner Subject: CAPTIVE XXXIV Please help Nifty to allow these stories to be available on line. The site survives on your contributions. We need to have a place where this type of story can be read freely. CAPTIVE XXXIV With the settlement check in the bank and the money orders Donny had received for the next guests cleared the boys shopped for furniture for the rooms in the barn. Donny had wanted to use furniture from his parent's home but Larry had told him it was all inappropriate. They had to get furniture and floor coverings for the three rooms they had complete. Larry had given them ideas on what they could use, he was full of them. Fortunately for them he gave the boys a half dozen possible looks so when they were shopping the boys could pick and choose on their own. Walking around town wearing shirts and shorts the boys weren't thinking much about sex but the air between them was thick with eroticism as one or the other tried sitting or lying on a mattress or sitting on a loveseat or even pulling a checkbook from their back pockets. They had trouble keeping their hands off each other and often found their hands intertwined or their bodies pressed together. They knew that people were looking at them but they didn't care. In an antique store where they were almost certain the man at the desk was gay they snuck a kiss when partially shielded by an armoire they were considering for a room to be decorated in Early American. They didn't have much trouble deciding on the theme or style for the first two rooms and the furniture was being delivered the following day. Out of the four ideas Larry had suggested they didn't like the choices they'd found. Even the Early American wouldn't satisfy their taste. They considered duplicating their earlier choices but had been convinced by Larry to give the guests a choice of 'accommodations' a term the boys used as a key to the inside joke and broke up each time Donny repeated it. Finally in a small store on the edge of town they found something they could agree on and ordered a delivery for the next day. Finished with the hard part of their day the boys stopped at a store Donny had seen advertised on the internet. At first the clerk wasn't going to allow them to enter but Donny had a receipt from the items he'd ordered on line from another store of the same type and the clerk decided they weren't simply kids looking for a thrill. They were and they weren't. Donny wanted to purchase lubricants for each room and to have outside each dog pen. Asking the clerk for a case of a popular brand raised an eyebrow but the man said sure and had a guy sitting in front of the entrance to a video arcade bring a case from the back of the store. There weren't many items in the store the boys thought were useful for their establishment but Weldon did purchase a variety of whips and leather slappers. While he was putting his to be purchases on the counter by the clerk Weldon called him back to an area of the store that had hundreds of dildos hanging in plastic wrap from shiny metal hooks, what had grabbed his interest was a short row of different colored dildos that had what looked like a dog's knot. "Why would you want one of those when you can have the real thing anytime of any day?" "I don't want one, I just wanted you to see that maybe we are not as isolated as I thought. Do people really buy these? Why don't they go for the real thing?" "You should ask the clerk. I don't have any idea." "He'd think I was a real freak." "Hell, he probably has a butt plug in his ass. Anyway he's heard every question there is, having an answer is another thing." Having moved away from the dildos they ran into an underwear display and were laughing about the different kinds when Donny picked up a pair with a snap out butt. "What size is your waist?" "I don't know anymore. I can't wear any of the clothes I took from home; these are your shorts so you tell me." "If you keep putting on weight you are going to be fat. Although you don't look fat yet. Turn around." Donny pulled the waist band of the shorts out to where he could see the size tag and checking around them to see if anyone could see them ran a hand down between the boy's cheeks. I'll be glad to get home so I can fill that hole. He picked up a couple pair of the snap back shorts and two pair of butt-less shorts to add to their purchase and went to the counter to pay. The clerk had most of their items bagged and when Donny dropped the underwear on the counter looked at Weldon hard before smirking and ringing them up with the rest of the gear. "Don't you want any videos" "Before Donny had a chance to speak Weldon smiled and said, "we'll make our own, thanks." "If you need a few bucks you can bring those in and the boss will take a look and might be willing to buy them." "Sorry, we don't need the money." As they walked out the door with two full bags and a box the clerk was still trying to get them to bring a video or two in for the boss. "I think he wanted to watch us, not a boss." The man had made Weldon unsettled and the smirk had given him the impression he would gladly turn on them in a minute. "Let's get a piece of cake. I haven't made any desert for you since I had you move in: this place around the corner has the best chocolate layer cake I've ever tried. If you like it we can get some on Friday for our guests' dinner over the weekend." "Why did you buy the underwear? You have me naked or going commando all the time." "We don't know anything about the men that are coming to the farm for the weekend other than a professed interest in dogs. One of them has no intention of touching a dog and the others have only said they want fucked. Who knows if they are going to want you too? Until I'm comfortable having you naked around them, its snap back shorts. "The buttless? I just think it would be fun having you run around town with you looking like that under my shorts." They were entering the diner as Donny said that and the man holding the door as he exited leered at them. "That was embarrassing." "Weldon, you need to get used to the fact that men are going to look at you. You're beautiful, have a good build and you're walking into a diner that is frequented by hustlers and the regulars at the bar next door. If you were wearing a shirt that actually fit right there aren't too many guys in here that wouldn't be looking. I'd probably get in a fight over your ass." "All of these guys are gay?" He asked the na?ve question in what turned out to be a stage whisper and rather than Donny answering an older man they were walking past responded in his campiest voice. "Yes, darling we are all gay. Do you want to do us?" Not knowing what else to do he grabbed Donny by the arm and answered the man, "I'm taken." As punctuation to his boy's comment Donny lowered his hand inside the shorts and cupped a cheek before winking at the man. It was the first time all day that Weldon wondered what kind of statement the collar around his neck was making. For most of the day he hadn't even thought about the fact that he was wearing a dog's used collar. For the most part people in the diner ignored him, but the bright red Mohawk and dog collar did stand out and people did stare. "Two pieces of chocolate cake, a sweet tea and a glass of water. No, that's all thank you." Weldon was trying to look around the small restaurant without appearing too obvious about it. There was a wide range of men assembled, many of which Weldon would never have assumed gay. There was only one boy that he thought might be younger than him and there was one man that looked older than his grandfather who was only in his fifties. As he looked he was thinking about how he might be in this very restaurant at another table had not Donny taken him as a slave. "The two guys in the corner whispering to each other? The taller one is Willie's older brother. I'm pretty sure he fucked Willie a few times before he was kicked out of their home. He told me his father caught them fooling around but never said what that meant. "The Hispanic kid? He was my first piece of ass. I was walking around the neighbor out towards where you lived; I was cutting through an alley, I heard someone yelling and decided to take a look over the fence. Out in the middle of the yard he'd dropped his pants and was trying to poke their dog. This was before my father turned Buck loose on my ass: I felt like I should protect the dog. "Javi didn't hear me come over the fence. I was close enough to grab him in a Full Nelson before he knew I was there. As soon as I stopped him from penetrating the dog he told me I could fuck him. I knew what that meant in a general way, but I didn't know that you could stick your cock up another boy's asshole. That didn't stop me. If he said it was okay I was going to try it. "I must have done alright. For the next few months he would stop by the house after school and let me fuck him. By that time I had added getting a blow job to my life. "That was when my parents sent me out to stay with my grand-father. I think they must have realized why I was hanging out with a Hispanic kid a year younger than me. I was never sure whether it was the sex or their bigotry that made them send me out to the farm. The rest of that story you already know. "When I got back to school and had time to look for Javi he was working on the street, charging thirty bucks to fuck his ass. We got together one time after that but I was afraid he would be catching some STD fucking around like he was and didn't pursue him any more. "After a few minutes Donny started talking again. "Javi was wild in bed. He wanted fucked as deep and hard as I could. If he'd not gone to the street he would probably worn my dick to a nub. As much as you like fucked you don't come anywhere close to that boy's desires. Unlike you he had a gash rather than a tight twat. Fucking you is much nicer and even after I fisted you are still tighter than he was." "Did you ever introduce him to Buck?" "No, that was before I thought about anyone wanting to have a dog mount them. Buck had raped me. That is what I thought dog sex was all about and I had no desire to rape anyone." "They are the only ones in here that you have had sex with?" If he wasn't jealous why was he asking? Weldon couldn't have told you why, but he told himself it was just curiosity. "There are a couple guys in here that have sucked my dick. That black guy over three tables has a big mutt that he likes to have lick your balls while he sucks your dick. The first time that happened I didn't know what to think. It had been exciting so I went by his house ten or twelve days later to see if it was him or the dog. There's no question about it, it was the dog." "You didn't like being with a black guy?" "He was fine, I wasn't ready to be with anyone more than once or twice and he wouldn't let a punk kid fuck him. I was still younger than you are now." Donny was smiling as he remembered those years when he moved from one boy to another. "Do you like the cake?" "It's great. If you want to have desert for the guests you should come back and get some on Friday," "Would it go well with piss?' "No, sir." The change in the direction of their conversation warned him that before they left the diner something sexual would be happening. "That's a shame, boy, because as soon as you finish that piece of cake you're crawling under the table to get a mouthful." Donny spread his legs and a foot landed on the outside of both of Weldon's legs. Weldon wanted the piss but getting under a table where twenty-some people could see what he was doing seemed excessively daring and risky. Maybe Donny was teasing him? No, he always followed through when he told the boy he would be drinking piss. He still had nearly half of his cake to go and slowly continued taking one bite at a time and allowing the chocolate icing to melt in his mouth. Using his left hand Weldon rubbed the leg beside his leg and when the sneaker fell off he knew Donny wanted him to move down to the foot. He couldn't believe he was doing it but Weldon bent over and took toes in his chocolate coated mouth mixing the taste of Donny with that of the cake. When he raised his head he saw that a good many of the other customers had been watching him suck on his owner/lover's toes. He thought he had gotten over being embarrassed by the things Donny ordered him to do, but shrimping in public was enough to turn his face a flaming red. "Finish your cake. I'm holding a quart or more of your favorite drink. There are people waiting to watch you take it all." When he looked around the room he saw that Donny was right, there were at least a dozen men staring at them. It was a moment of pride and of embarrassing anxiety. Would they know what he was doing when he took the head of Donny's dick in his mouth? Scraping the last bite of the wonderful chocolate cake off his plate he slid to the end of the bench seat across from his owner/lover. Weldon pushed the right leg of Donny's shorts up and when the dick head was within reach reached out with his tongue and gently lifted the heavy dick to his mouth. Before he took the dick in his mouth he ran his tongue along the lower side to tickle a trickle of piss to start landing on his tongue. A slow tasty flow had barely started when he heard the waiter speaking to Donny. "You two can't have sex in here. Get him out from under the table." "We're not having sex." "He's sucking your dick. You don't call that having sex?" Donny's voice got louder. Weldon was sure he could be heard by everybody in the room and the kitchen. "He's not sucking my dick. I need to take a piss and I'm not going in that scuzzy place you all call a restroom, so Weldon is drinking my piss." "We don't allow anyone to have a dick in their mouth for any reason. He needs to get out from under the table, now." "Do you want me pissing all over your floor? If he moves his mouth piss is going to fly everywhere because I'm not going anywhere." The waiter was standing by the table staring at Donny mouth open in awe and anger. "If you don't close your mouth I'm going to assume you want filled with piss, too. If that's so Weldon will need to piss in a few minutes and I'd be glad to give him the order to fill your mouth." "Pay your check and get out of here." "Fine, Weldon if you need to piss the waiter is waiting for you." "OUT." "I guess he changed his mind, so if you want to piss you're going to need to do it right there on the floor." Weldon knew that he was being given an order but he wasn't quite positive if he was supposed to piss his pants and let it run down his leg onto the floor or if he was supposed to pull his dick out and piss on the floor. Not wanting to question an order he didn't touch his dick and when Donny pulled out of his mouth there were two dicks pissing freely. In seconds his shirt and shorts were soaked in piss and he was kneeling in a puddle under the table. "Crawl out here." When his head appeared out from under the table Donny snapped a leash on his collar. Where he'd been carrying it Weldon didn't know but he was surprised. "Heel!" At that command everyone in the room turned to see Weldon crawling on his hands and knees behind Donny. After all that had happened in the previous half hour he was no longer embarrassed at the scene they were making. Following his owner/lover he held his head high without bothering to wipe the piss from his face or what dripped down from his scalp into his eyes. The journey from the back of the diner through the tables that were half full took longer than a walk from the barn to the cabin but Weldon remained proud and ignored the insults directed at him. When they stopped at the table where Javi and Ronald sat Weldon knelt silently while Donny conversed. "Have you guys heard about anybody asking for Paul?" "His mother started a fuss. Nobody had heard anything except for the text messages she received and when she asked about any friends he may have had out in the county with a farm everyone laughed at her. We all knew that Paul only had one friend, Willie. "He was being more arrogant than normal so the police took him to the station house for questioning. He told them some crazy story about taking Paul out to find the people that had cut off his ball. When they went out there was nothing about the place that resembled Willie's story so they arrested him. "I think he is going to be charged with murder but they are still trying to find a body." "I guess your little brother is happy about that." "What do you mean?" "Willie told me that he had been fucking the ten year old for a year or two." "Malcolm. If he was fucking Malcolm it was because the boy seduced him, that little shit spends more time in the restroom at the park than the trolls. Malcolm runs out there with almost nothing on and comes home with new clothes and a pocket full of cash. Believe me when I say he isn't selling drugs and he doesn't earn it on his knees." "Your little brother is your competition?" "I doubt anyone that wants to fuck him wants to suck my dick but we are both working the gays if that's what you mean." "You don't look too sad that Willie is in jail." "He's a jack ass and causes my father nothing but problems. The only thing he's ever done that was any good was joining the wrestling team. He said if it hadn't been for you he would have been kicked off half a dozen times. After the two of you had a fight in the shower he didn't care about that anymore. "When he started hanging around with Paul I stopped talking to him. That asshole tried to get his dog to fuck me. Man, a dog what kind of shit is that. Sick!" "Did he say who he was supposed to have left Paul with?" "Yeah, it was that one hundred-twenty-eight pound wrestler. Can you imagine that kid getting the best of Paul and cutting his ball off? I think Willie has lost his mind." "It sure sounds like it. I had as much as I could handle fighting your brother. Willie would be at least twice the size of the guy you mentioned and Paul would have fifty or more pounds on him. So that kid was supposed to have beat them both?" "I don't think Willie said anything about being with him the night he lost his ball. He just was supposed to be with him when Paul went looking for revenge. What a crock." "Can you think of anyone else that knows anything about Paul, he owes me some money." "Maybe Ray, they were hanging around together smoking weed before graduation. But I don't think anyone has seen him either. His parents put the house up for sale like yours." "Thanks, I'll try calling Ray. He might be able to help." "Willie can go to prison for the rest of his life for all I care, but if Ray can help him it would probably a good thing if he talked to the police." They were in the Camaro before either boy spoke. They agreed that Willie was a jackass but they couldn't see him going to jail for something he didn't do or get away with fucking his little brother. They chose to put off a decision on what they should do until they had a chat with Ray. They wanted to leave Paul go free but now there were too many people involved for them to just let him start talking and pointing fingers.