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!