Continuing
Theo's Education
By
Pink Panther
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Chapter Seven
Mike
As
soon as Theo gets into the car, I know something's not right. After driving out
onto the road and into the start of the rush-hour traffic, I glance across.
"From
the look of you," I say quietly. "I'm guessing things didn't go too well.
Correct?"
"Yes,
Daddy," he confirms.
"Problems
with Brandon?"
"Yes,
Daddy."
"I
thought so. When I met him on Friday, I knew something was off. I'm sorry we
can't discuss it now; I need to concentrate on the road. As soon as we get
home, we'll sit down together and you can tell me all about it."
Half
an hour later, we're back at the apartment, and a few minutes after that, we're
sitting on the sofa, each with a mug of tea, my arm around Theo's shoulder.
"Right!"
I say gently. "I want you to tell me what happened. Start at the beginning,
okay?"
Over
the next ten minutes, and with very little prompting from me, the whole sordid
story comes tumbling out. I'm devastated. After all the work we did to build up
Theo's confidence, Brandon has just about ruined it.
I'm
angry too. There was absolutely no need for him to behave like that. If he
wanted sex, all he had to do was to treat Theo decently, like the other boys
did. My sexy ten-year old son would have been more than happy to oblige.
It
seems to me that Brandon didn't just want sex with Theo, he wanted to humiliate
him too. That's inexcusable! The question now is what we're going to do about it.
"On
Saturday morning, when you went with your mum to do the shopping, didn't you
think of telling her what Brandon did to you?"
"I'm
sorry, Daddy," Theo replies, looking crestfallen. "I was worried about the
trouble it'd cause if I did."
"Oh,
I'm not criticising," I assure him. "You were in a very difficult position."
As
it goes, it may have been for the best that he didn't. If he had told her, she
would have had to tell Tom, Brandon's dad. Brandon would have been called to
account for what had gone on. He'd have denied doing anything he shouldn't have
done, and in all probability, his dad would have backed him. With no evidence
to support Theo's story, nothing would have been done, and I'd have been out of
options.
I
guess I could call my ex and tell her what happened, but I don't know what good
that would do. If I say that I don't want Theo to stay there again because he's
not safe, Sarah may well not agree to it.
As
these things go, our break-up has been quite amicable. She stated in her
petition that I cared more about Theo than I did about her. I didn't contest
it. Why would I? She was quite right. I cared far more about Theo than I ever
had about her.
Sarah
just isn't the motherly type, so it suited both of us for me to become the
boy's primary carer. However, our custody agreement states that she gets him on
alternate weekends `and at other times by negotiation'. That agreement can only
be changed by mutual agreement, or on the court's say-so.
The
problem is that if Sarah doesn't agree to Theo not staying there anymore, I've
got nowhere to go. There's no way I can allow Theo to tell his story in court;
we'd have police and children's services all over us! That's the last thing we
need!
Even
if she did agree, scumbag Brandon would get away scot-free. I don't want that
either! He needs to pay for what he did! Another idea occurs to me. It's
high-risk, but at the very least it's worth considering if it might work.
"While
you were over there," I ask quietly, "I don't suppose you got Brandon's phone
number, did you?"
"Actually,
I did," Theo responds. "He insisted that I give him mine, yeah? Then he called
it to make sure I hadn't given him a wrong number. So now I've got his."
"Interesting!
You know you told me that over the weekend, Brandon got really horny, Sunday
especially?"
"Yeah!
He was almost crawling up the walls!"
"Well,
on Saturday we're going to spend the night with Paul and Alejandro, right?"
"Yeah!
I'm really looking forward to seeing them again. I just hope I'll feel better
by then!"
"Oh,
I'm sure you will!" I assure him, smiling. "Anyway, by Sunday lunchtime, we'll
be back here. Now suppose you were to call Brandon, tell him that I'd gone out
for the afternoon and left you on your own. You've got nothing to do and you're
bored. If he wants to come over, you could `have some fun' together. Do you
think he'd go for it?"
"I'm
not sure," he says apprehensively. "Probably."
"The
thing is," I reassure him. "I won't have gone out. I'll be here, locked in my
room. I'll leave the car a few streets away so it looks like I'm not here. Then
when he starts his nonsense, I'll walk in on you."
"Wow!
What would you do to him?"
"Didn't
you tell me that he reckons he's never taken it up his bum?"
"Yeah!
He said that only sluts and gay-boys do that!"
"Now
you've been with a few different boys. Every one of them had taken it up his
bum at some point, even Marcel. So did I when I was your age. Well, I think
Brandon needs that experience!"
"You
mean you'll fuck him?" Theo queries, suddenly looking far more positive.
"In
the circumstances, I think that's fair. Don't you?"
"Yeah,
but wouldn't you get into lots of trouble if he told anyone?"
"Oh,
I certainly would!" I say, smiling and ruffling his hair. "But I think there's
a way we can make sure he doesn't. I'll explain it later. First of all, I need
to make sure it'll work."
"Okay
Daddy!" he agrees.
"Now
one final thing," I say quietly. "If he cries out when I stick my cock up him,
which he almost certainly will, I want you to stuff your underpants in his
mouth, just like he did to you. Do you think you could do that?"
"Oh,
yes Daddy!" he answers, the gleam in his eye telling me that he'll be well
up for it!
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Theo
The
next day, Daddy has to go to work. After breakfast, I go to Philip's house. We
spend the morning playing computer games and riding around on our bikes. After
lunch, I do some reading, some drawing and play the violin. It passes the time.
When
Daddy comes home, the first thing he does is to give me a big hug, like he's
really pleased to see me. Then we cook dinner together. I love that! After
we've eaten, we snuggle up on the sofa. Although we don't really do anything,
being so close to him feels wonderful, like nobody can get to me.
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Theo
Wednesday
is more of the same, but when Daddy gets home, he's carrying a small package.
"What's
that, Daddy?" I ask.
"I'll
show you in a bit," he says, smiling and ruffling my hair. "Right now, I need
to do some work on the computer. I'll be about fifteen minutes, okay?"
"Yes,
Daddy!"
He
disappears into his room, closing the door behind him. I wait impatiently
sitting on the sofa. I know he's up to something, but I've no idea what. I've
no clue what's in the package either. A few minutes later, he emerges, still
carrying the package.
"Come
on then!" he says brightly. "Let's see if this works!"
I
follow him into my room. Opening the package, he takes something out and places
it on one of the shelves facing my bed, where I keep some of my books and games.
He still doesn't tell me what it is, but I've got a good idea. I think it might
be a camera.
"Okay,"
he says, grinning. "You stay here. When I call out to you, I want you to bounce
around on the bed a few times, and call out to me. Anything; it doesn't matter.
He
leaves the room. I have to wait for what's probably just a few seconds, but
feels much longer.
"Okay!"
he calls.
Doing
exactly as he said, I bounce around on the bed, getting myself into some sexy
poses.
"Look
at me, Daddy!" I call back to him.
"Well
done!" he calls again. "Now come here!"
Getting
off the bed, I hurry to his room.
"Now
sit here!" he says, pointing to his computer chair.
As
I sit down, he presses a few keys. Suddenly, I'm right there on the screen,
bouncing around and calling out to him.
"Wow!"
I say, grinning up at him. "It is a camera! I thought it was!"
"Well
done!" he says, smiling back at me. "It's a surveillance camera with a built-in
microphone. We make them. So, if Brandon does accept your invitation, we'll
have a record of everything he does and everything he says. After I've finished
fucking his arse, we'll show it to him. That should persuade him not to say
anything!"
"Cool!"
I say, more excited than ever.
"I
put it high up, in with your other stuff to make sure he won't spot it," he
explains. "He probably won't even look up there."
All
I can do is grin. This is going to be epic!