Date: Tue, 26 Feb 2019 04:55:18 +0000
From: destabilizer15 <destabilizer15@protonmail.com>
Subject: "Young Lovers," Chapter 21

Chapter 21

The three of us had just come back to the apartment from dinner when Johnny
told Joon and me of his meeting with Marco and his first assignment.  He
was to meet his guest at 7.

The moment Johnny made his announcement there was instantly tension you
could cut with a knife.  The room was still.  I watched Joon carefully.
His face was impassive and his body motionless.  But I knew -- I could feel
-- that inside he was burning hot.  I could feel the explosion that wanted
to happen, just hovering, like an imminent orgasm.

I decided to break the silence.

"Well, this is going to be the first time in awhile that you've had sex
with a stranger.  How do you feel?"

"Mm, OK.  I hope he nice," Johnny smiled, fidgeting on the couch.

"Remember what I told you.  No need to be afraid.  This isn't like Korea.
All the guests here sign a paper saying they won't hurt you, unless you
like that."

He wrinkled his nose and fidgeted some more.

"If anybody ever hurts you, you tell Byron, OK?  Joon and I will be gone
soon, but Byron will protect you."

He nodded, then brightened.  "Is OK.  Sex mostly fun."

"That's my boy," I grinned, ruffling his hair.

Joon sat immobile in the chair opposite us, radiating rage.

"Marco tell me to look sexy," Johnny said.

"You already look sexy!" I replied, eying the tight T-shirt that showed off
his pecs and biceps.  Just that morning Mr. Brown had delivered to our door
several bags of clothes for Johnny.  The boy had been measured by Mr. Brown
before school a couple of days earlier and then tried on the old tailor's
work that same afternoon -- now he had the finished products, which he'd
modeled right before dinner.

Whereas Joon had been awkward and reluctant to show off his new fashions,
Johnny, as I would have expected, had reveled in it.  He had scarcely been
able to contain his excitement as he pulled garment after garment out of
the large bags.  Once he began trying on his new clothes he would gaze at
himself in the mirror for no more than three or four seconds before tearing
off that outfit and throwing on another, giggling and chattering all the
while.  I couldn't help noticing, however, that he wasn't so carried away
that he didn't constantly check Joon's face to gauge his idol's reaction.
He wanted to look good, as most young teens do -- but he wanted it partly
to please Joon.

During this process I of course had enthused over the little guy's new
clothes, but I also watched Joon out of the corner of my eye.  I could see
he was badly conflicted.  He manfully gave thin smiles and comments of
understated approval -- the boy was incapable of gushing, but he wanted to
sound appreciative for Johnny's sake.  But another emotion was in his tense
mouth and his occasionally flexing jaw when Johnny wasn't watching.  I knew
he was thinking that with these new clothes Johnny would be enticing other
lovers than he.  He knew Johnny would soon be lying in another's arms.

"I got more though," Johnny replied to my compliment about how sexy he
looked.  "I'n gonna change now." He popped up and ran into the bedroom.

"Hey," I murmured to Joon, as Johnny banged around in the chest and closet
in the next room.  He stared straight ahead, ignoring me.  I reached out to
caress his head, but he angrily snatched it away.  I felt a flash of rage
of my own, but realized that was not the time to confront Joon -- not yet.

After another minute Johnny reappeared.  He was dazzling.  He wore a silver
V-neck half shirt that clung to his sculpted chest and showed his deeply
cut 8-pack to breathtaking advantage.  The sprayed-on jeans he wore tightly
gripped the thick tube of his cock against his thigh.  He had even added an
extra erotic touch, a small silver cross on a thin chain, dangling at his
narrow throat.

"Wow, you look super-hot!" I exclaimed.  The boy beamed.

I eyed the bulge against his upper thigh.  "You aren't wearing underwear."

He wrinkled his nose in his all-purpose expression of negativity.  "Too
tight of me."

"Well, I think your guest won't mind."

I noticed Johnny's gaze kept flicking to Joon, searching for his reaction.

I arose, ruffled Johny's hair affectionately and then, as if it were
natural, placed my hand on Joon's shoulder.  I squeezed hard and said, "He
looks hot, doesn't he?"

Joon sat still for a second, then suddenly exploded. He shoved my hand
away, jumped up, and snarled, "Yeah, he looks fucking hot! "  His eyes
blazed with fury as he turned to Johnny.  "Can't wait for your ass to get
plowed, can you?  Gonna be some fat fag's little slut!  Aren't you gonna
just love licking his shitty asshole, you little whore?"

As we both looked on, stunned, Joon flung himself out of the apartment and
into the tropical night.

************************************

My first impulse was to run after him and knock some sense into him, but
even in my anger I realized I had to think first of poor Johnny, who now
sat bewildered, tears forming in his eyes.

I put my arm around his shoulders and hugged him to me.  He turned his
sweet little face to me, heartbreaking in its naked confusion.

"Why?  Why he say that?" the boy asked, his voice choking.

I felt my anger drain out of me, replaced by compassion.  I kissed his
forehead.

"He's confused, sweetie.  When he's confused he gets mad."

"What he co'fused?"

I thought a moment.  How to explain one emotionally complicated boy to one
simple one?

I took a stab at it.  "He has a loving part and a selfish part," I finally
said.  "His loving part is happy you look good and that you're going to be
a Young Lover."  This was a stretch, but I went with it for Johnny's sake.

"His selfish part," I went on, "wants you all to himself.  So he gets
jealous you will be having sex with men."

The boy blinked his teary eyes, trying to absorb this.

"Is bad for me to go with men?" he asked. "I make him mad."

"No!  You must do what you want," I admonished firmly.  "You are a free
boy, not his slave.  You know `slave'?"

The boy nodded.

"Joon is free, I am free, you are free.  We have sex with who we want.
I'll go talk to him.  He will calm down.  He wants you to be happy."

Johnny sat a second, then suddenly wrapped me in a bear hug and squeezed
tightly.  I hugged him back.  Eventually our hugs loosened and we just sat
quietly in each other's arms another minute or two.  I caressed his hair,
then fondled the little chain around his neck.  My hand slipped down to his
waist, and I caressed the warm skin of his side and belly.  In another
moment he lifted his head and eyed me mischievously.  "You getting me
hard!"

I reached down and gently squeezed the big bulge along his leg, which
radiated heat.  He gasped and squirmed a bit.  Then I let his cock go.

"We can't get you too excited.  You gotta save it for your guest."  I
looked up at the clock on the wall.  "Hey, it's almost time," I cried.
"You better go.  Where is your guest?"

"In number, um, 17," the boy replied.  "The one by the school.  Right
next."

"OK!"  I held him at arm's length and gave him a last once-over.  "Mmm-MMM,
good enough to eat!"  I cried, and then lunged for his belly with my bared
teeth.  With a peal of laughter he danced out of the way.

"OK, go on now, have fun.  He's gonna love you!"

"OK, bye Mike," he said with sudden shyness.  He paused, and then gave me a
quick peck on the lips, a little grin, and was gone.

*********************************************

I sat alone in the apartment for a moment gathering myself.  I wanted to
find Joon and fuck him hard.  But there had to be something more.  So far
his occasional disrespect, his rebelliousness, his defiance, his rudeness
had been directed toward me.  This time, he had attacked and hurt Johnny.
That was different, and it required something different from me.  I
reflected for several minutes before I made up my mind.

I placed a call to Marco and checked on the availability of the chain room.
Deflecting his questions and laughing off his barbs I eventually determined
that, yes, it was free that evening.  I went over and paid Marco a visit.

"I don't know if the staff has gotten in to clean yet," Marco said, handing
me the key.  "It was used last night.  Hopefully it's not too much of a
mess."

"My companion tonight won't be in need of tidiness."

"Is it who I think it is?"

"He's making progress, Marco, he really is.  But he slipped up big time
tonight."

"I hope it works out."  The young man gave me a meaningful look.  "He's
become too valuable to lose."

I eyed him.  "Joon's not gonna flake out on his commitment, no matter how
steamed up he gets.  His kindness, acceptance, humanity, all that stuff --
yeah, they're always up for grabs.  But not his sense of honor.  If he
gives his word he'll do something, he'll do it."

Marco eyed me steadily.  "You really love him, don't you?"

I gazed back at him.  "You bet.  And maybe even more than that, I respect
him.  He has tremendous courage."  I paused.  "Anyway, thanks for the key.
When we're done I'll release Joon myself, so nobody has to come by
afterward.  I'll get the key back to you tomorrow."

"Sure.  Byron has a guest coming in tomorrow, so the room will be busy."

"Thanks, man."  We bumped fists, and I headed out into the twilight to find
my boy.

It did not take long.  I found him, arms wrapped around his knees, on the
highest cliffs over looking the sea.  He looked up as I approached, and
didn't move.  I sat down next to him and said nothing.

We sat there for several minutes.  Finally I stood up again.

"Come with me," I ordered.  He stood up and walked with me obediently.  I
led him to the chain room.

"What's this?" he asked as we approached the cabin, which stood alone.
Apparently he was unfamiliar with the chain room.

"You'll see," I replied, turning the key and swinging the door open.  I
nudged him in ahead of me.  He took one step into the room, then stopped
and looked around.  Suddenly he made to bolt back outside, but I had
anticipated this and grabbed him.  He struggled, but I had learned in our
previous encounters what to avoid.  I didn't let him trip me or swing his
elbow or the flat of his hand at my nose.  Instead I clutched his arms to
his side and lifted him off the ground.  As light as he was I was able
despite his struggles and soft curses to march with him across the room.

I then picked him up and threw him bodily onto the nearby couch, and before
he had time to react smacked him hard in the face.  Undeterred, he popped
up like a prizefighter bouncing off the ropes, made a feint with one arm
and then struck me in the belly with the other hand.  His blow knocked the
wind out of me -- I have since sometimes wondered if he let up on that blow
just a little bit, in spite of his anger.  I doubled over, but managed to
drive forward and tackle him into the couch.  I smothered him there with my
body, and he writhed against me, still grunting and cursing, as I gasped
for breath.

After a moment, recovered a bit, I pulled part way off him, then lunged
downward and bit into his ear.  He struggled mightily at this, and I bit
harder.

"Fucking bite it off, I don't care!" he screamed, calling my bluff,
writhing like a madman.

I pulled back again, grabbed him by throat, and shook him like a doll.
Then I pressed down on his thin neck with my hand.  With the weight of my
body on him he couldn't move or fight back.  His face began turning red,
his teeth gritted, his eyes squeezed shut.  I kept strangling him.  Finally
he went limp, the signal that he had surrendered.

I got off him, knelt down, and unzipped his skin tight jeans.  I dragged
his briefs off him as well, his limp cock bouncing on his bare groin.  He
slumped into the couch with no further resistance.  I grabbed his scrotum
in my fist and leaned my face close to his.

"Ask me to crush your balls," I muttered menacingly.

He stared at me, panting, red-faced, his mouth slack, defeated.

"Please crush my balls," he murmured after a minute.  I held them, like two
large prunes in their sweaty, thin-skinned sack.  I increased the pressure
slightly.

"Say it again," I ordered.

"Please crush my balls."

I waited for what I hoped would happen.  In a few seconds, as his panting
subsided, his cock began to lengthen and rise.  I squeezed a bit harder,
then released one ball and just held the other.

"I'd never castrate you completely.  But a man can reproduce with only one.
What if I just crushed the other one to a pulp?"

"If you want to, do it," he said in a quiet voice.  I held his gaze with my
own.  Finally I caressed his face and nodded with approval.

"Another man can dominate your body," I finally said.  "But when you accept
your fate, no one can dominate your soul."

We continued to gaze into each other's eyes.  Though we were both
motionless I could somehow feel him opening to me, yielding to me
completely.  In another minute he was totally erect.

I stood up and began undressing.  "Take all your clothes off, bitch," I
ordered, my voice suddenly harsh.  He complied readily.  When we were both
naked I led him to the chains and fastened a cuff on each wrist.  There was
a winch I could use to raise him up, and when I turned it his arms were
pulled over his head and his body began to rise toward the crossbar over
his head.  He submitted passively.

When he had only the balls of his feet remaining on the floor I stopped.
Then I pulled his ankles wide apart and fastened cuffs on them and
tightened the chains that were attached to rings secured in the flooring
until his legs were as wide apart as they could go.  Realizing this would
strain his shoulders too much I looked around for the blocks Byron had had
under his feet in my earlier visit.  When I found the two rough hunks of
wood I placed them under his feet to support them.

I stood behind him silently, waiting.  The I drew a fingertip down his
spine, from the base of his skull to his tailbone.

I murmured in his ear.  "It's bad enough to disrespect me, you little
bitch.  But you hurt Johnny.  You hurt a poor vulnerable boy, a boy who's
been though unbelievable trauma, who only wants your fucking love and
approval. You know that, and yet you kicked him in the teeth, you selfish
asshole.  You hurt him to gratify your own jealous heart."

I barely made out his whisper.  "I know."

Quietly, so that he was unaware, I picked up a belt from the adjacent
table.

"That is unacceptable.  You know that."

"Yeah."

"It's unworthy of you."

He was silent.

Standing back to get leverage, I struck him as hard as I could across his
little butt with the leather belt.  The boy yelled like a banshee in pain
and surprise, and as his body went rigid I rapidly lashed him with three
more strokes, reddening the whole of his clenching ass.  I paused and then,
changing the angle of my stroke, I whipped up between his legs, catching
his balls with the end of the belt.  He yelled again, a kind of shriek,
ending in a sob.  His body seemed to spasm as he tried to curl himself up,
pulling hard against the unyielding chains.

I tossed the belt back onto the table.  Fumbling among torture devices,
dildos, half-burned candles and partly empty tubes of this and that I
finally found some lube.  Squeezing a large gob onto two fingers I
plastered them against Joon's crack.  He flinched at my touch.

"Open up, or I'll just ram my fingers into your cunt!"

I could feel him trying to relax, but I still thrust up hard into him.

"MMMMPPHHH!!" he cried, lurching forward in his chains, trying to get away.

I yanked my fingers out, then began rummaging through an impressive pile of
dildos of various sizes at the far end of the table.  A couple appeared to
have been used recently and were none too clean but I didn't care.  Tossing
a few smaller ones aside I found what I was looking for -- a real monster.
It was at least as long as Byron's huge dick, and a little thicker.  I
decided to let Joon see what I was up to.  Without speaking I moved so he
could see me and began slathering the big phallus with lube.  He silently
eyed the dildo as I lubed it.

Thumbing one of his cheeks aside I found his hole with the huge head of the
dildo.  I tucked it securely between his cheeks, at what I thought was
about the right angle.  Holding it there I came around in front of him, and
with my other hand tipped his head back roughly, and glared into his eyes.

"I'm gonna rip your ass open like you ripped his heart open," I said
softly.  "And you're gonna ask for it."

I let that hang in the air a minute.

"It's gonna hurt like hell.  You're gonna bleed."

Silence.

"Ask me for it.  Say, 'Please rip me open.'"

After a moment he said in a whisper, "Please rip me open.  I deserve it."

Admiration surged through me for a moment.  The boy had such integrity.  No
whining excuses, no adolescent bullshit.  He knew what's he'd done and knew
he was responsible.  But all that wasn't going to deter me.  He was still
going to get punishment he'd remember.

"Yes, you deserve it.  I wouldn't do this if you weren't capable of
controlling yourself.  But you are.  You're not a fucking robot.  And
you're not a slave to your anger.  You can control your cruel mouth, and
yet you hurt him anyway.  You're responsible.  And so you have to pay."

Letting go of his head I reached down and found his stone hard cock.
Stepping closer I aligned my erection with his and held them together.
They were both blazing hot.  I stroked them gently, steadily.

"And don't forget -- as the pain gets worse and worse -- that your still my
bitch boy."  My eyes bored intro him.  Then I leaned forward, clamped my
mouth on his, and began to press the dildo into him.

He stiffened against me, strained, grunted, wriggled, trying to accommodate
the monster phallus.  But he had nowhere to go.  He tore his mouth away
from me, yelling loudly, his yell turning into a scream, as his body began
to yield to my raping of him.  I stroked our cocks rapidly, roughly now,
licking his contorting face, biting his neck, driving the dildo inward as
he yelled and yelled.

I stopped, slowly pulled the dildo out a couple of inches, then rammed it
inward hard again.  His body arched against mine.  I kissed him violently
and thrust in another inch.

After another minute of this I noticed his erection was beginning to soften
as he gasped and groaned in what must have been excruciating pain.  I gazed
into his eyes.  He glared back.

"Fuck you!" he spat.

I grabbed him by the throat and shook him violently, then slapped him.
Slowly, methodically, hard enough but not too hard, I slapped his face
again and again.  Finally, when his head was lolling like a broken doll's,
his lips were puffy, his cheeks reddened and his face looked beaten, I
stopped.

"Say, "I'm just your little bitch.  Fuck me deeper."

"I'm just your little bitch," he croaked.  "Fuck me deeper."

I felt for his cock -- not surprisingly it was rock hard again.  Even in
the throes of my violent passion I realized it wasn't really pain he got
off on, like Byron did.  It was submission.  Still, it was more pain he was
going to get.

I moved around behind him then and saw the big dildo obscenely sticking
halfway out of him, dwarfing his little ass.  Clasping him securely with
one hand on his lower belly, I grabbed the dildo firmly with my other hand
and more forcefully than ever began slowly shoving it deeper.  The boy
thrashed violently as the thick plastic tube inched very slowly into him.
A trickle of blood began easing downward onto his inner thigh.

Finally, he broke.  "NO, PLEASE NO!  STOP!"

I screamed in his ear, "YES!  PLEASE HURT ME MORE!"

"FUCK!!  AH, FUCK!!  YES!!  YES!!  PLEASE HURT ME MORE!!"

I gripped the dildo by the balls, shoved it in another inch, then pulled
out, then shoved in, over and over, faster and faster.  Joon now hung limp
in his chains, passively accepting whatever I did.  Then I violently jerked
it all the way out and tossed it aside.  I poked my cock against his
gaping, bleeding anus, gripped his hips and, as he moaned and
gasped. rammed all seven iron inches into him in one thrust.  His body came
alive again, as he screamed and writhed some more.

"What do you say, bitch!" I screamed into his ear, flattening my hips
against him to get every last millimeter into his rectum.

"Thank you!" he gasped, writhing against me,.

"What do you want?!!"

"Come inside me!"

"Why!?"

"I want to be your boy!  I -- I . . ." He was choking, sobbing, almost out
of his mind with pain and passion.  I want -- I want --"

He choked again, then croaked, "I'll be your slave!"

"Complete surrender!"  I demanded.

"Yes!!  Complete!!" he gasped.

I would end this differently than he expected.  Than I had expected.  I
roughly pulled out of him, and then, my inflamed dick waving in front of
me, I bent and unlocked the two ankle chains, freeing his legs.  I turned
the winch to lower the boy to the right height, stood in front of him, then
lifted his knees and, cradling his legs in my arms, placed my cock at the
entrance to his hole.  He still dangled helplessly from the chains at his
wrists.  His red face was a mess of tears, sweat and snot, and a trickle of
blood came from a lower lip he must have bitten in his agony. He eyed me,
and I saw total submission in his face. His erection was nearly purple as
it poked roughly against the tiny, sexy folds of skin at his belly.

I leaned forward and began entering him.  His anus had been so stretched
there was only a little tightness, then a smooth slide home, as I entered
him completely.  He gave a moan, then a sigh.  When I was in him to the
hilt I paused and waited.

He focused his gaze on me, his mouth slack, breathing rapidly.  "Please,"
he muttered.

"Please what?"

"I-- I don't know."

"Please love me?"

He was silent.

"Yes," he finally whispered.

"Put your legs around my waist."

The boy wrapped me with his skinny legs, and I reached up and turned the
key in each wrist cuff, setting his arms free.  "Now hold on around my
neck."

I awkwardly walked over to the couch, carrying the still impaled boy.  I
knelt and laid him down on the couch as gently as I could.  Propping myself
on my arms I gazed down at his cock.  It was still splitting hard and
glossy with precum.  I put my hands behind his knees and slowly pushed them
forward and down until they were next to his ears.  With one knee on the
couch and one foot on the floor I was in perfect position to fuck him.  But
I hesitated.

Looking at his face, softened with complete submission, I suddenly lost all
desire to be rough with him.  He had had enough.  And yet -- could he cum
if I made love to him instead of just fucking him brutally?  Could he even
keep an erection?  Was he so dependent on being violently dominated that
affection and gentleness would turn him off?  He had often seemed to really
appreciate moments of tenderness and bonding -- but that had always been
after he'd cum.  What about now?

I leaned forward and kissed him tenderly.  His lips were inert, passive.  I
drew back.

"You said you need to be loved.  So let me feel that need when you kiss me.
Don't be afraid."

I remembered something my old therapist had done with me.  "Close your eyes
a minute."

When he complied I said, "Take a minute and feel that need.  Right now.
The need to be loved by a man. . . ."  I pulled out a couple of inches and
gently slid back into him.  He gasped softly, eyes still closed.  "Someone
you admire . . . someone stronger than you . . . you've always needed that
-- it's deep inside . . . can you feel it?"

He was still for a second.  Then he murmured, "Yes."

A thrill ran through me.  I was on the right track.

I withdrew almost all the way and paused.  "Feel the empty spot where a
man's love should be . . . "  His lips parted, and a wave of something
passed over his normally expressionless face.  I reached for his rigid cock
and began gently caressing it.  "No more false pride. . . just open your
heart. . . open up . . ."  I allowed my lips to just barely touch his, just
resting there. Then I firmly but gently drove into him, and then I ran the
tip of my tongue over his upper lip.  He opened wider and sighed.

"Kiss me," I whispered, pulling out of him halfway again.

His arms went around me then, and he kissed me with passion, his lips
squirming against mine, then his tongue driving into my mouth and swirling
around.  He grunted softly, and tried to thrust his hips upward, telling me
he wanted more cock.  I drove into him balls deep again.  "Ah, yeah," he
gasped into my mouth, his arms tightening around me, his fingers clutching
spasmodically.

"Feel my love," I whispered, stroking his blazing hot cock more firmly.  I
withdrew farther, then smoothly thrust in again.

"Oh, God," he groaned.

"Open more!" I said, withdrawing and thrusting a little faster.

"More!" he cried, responding as best he could to my thrusts.  I pulled out
nearly all the way and paused.

"Do you need love?"

"Yes.  Yes.  More," he panted.

I slammed into him harder, not hurting him but letting him feel the
strength of seven hard inches and the force of my hips.

"My boy," I whispered.

"I need it, man!"

"Do you need me?"

"Yeah."

"Say it!  Say it!"

"I need it!  Fuck!  I need you to fuck me!" he almost yelled in my ear.

"Do you need me to love you?!"

"Yes!  Yes!"

I slammed into him again, and gripped his cock harder, jacking him faster .

Suddenly I felt his cock harden even more, his hips lurched, and he cried
out "AAAAAHHHHHH!!!" as a fountain of semen shot from his cock.

"YEAH!!" I shouted at him, my hand a blur on his raging cock, as I withdrew
halfway and rammed into him again.

"AAAAAHH!!!!!  AAAHHHHHHH!!!!!  AAAAHHHHHH!!" he shouted, as spurt after
spurt splattered over his heaving belly.

I went into high gear, letting go of his cock so I could grip him with both
hands, and began fucking him as hard and fast as I could.  He yelled again
and spurted all the way up onto his chest.  My own orgasm was close, and
getting closer as I felt him twist frantically but helplessly beneath me.

One more spurt and he was done, but he still clutched me, gasping and
panting.  He managed to croak one word:

"Harder!!"

I shoved my forearms under his shoulders, curled him to me, smashed my
mouth against his, and dug into him again and again with my raging cock.
Feeling his legs wrapped around me, his arms enveloping me like a vice, his
hungry mouth chewing and tonguing with complete abandon, my heart broke
open.  We were welded together, and then my cock began flooding him.  It
was unlike any orgasm I had ever had.  It was as if my whole insides flowed
into his skinny, writhing body.  Emotion overwhelmed me -- love and
surrender mixed with unbelievable pleasure.  I chewed and gnawed his lips
as my climax kept surging through me.

Again I came into him, and again, and I heard myself bellow in triumph -- a
triumph of love.

Finally it ended.  We lay inert against each other.  I felt Joon's thudding
heart gradually slow.

My satisfaction was complete.  Something had changed -- maybe forever.

It was as if I would never again feel emptiness, in need of a boy.