Date: Sat, 01 Dec 2018 18:19:43 +0000 From: destabilizer15 Subject: Young Lovers, Chapter 5 Chapter 5 Mike Landry had been right about the heat. As I lay hidden among the boulders above the spring-fed pool I was naked and sweating like a pig. Mercifully my spot was partially shaded by jungle trees, which is why I picked it. The other possibility, a slightly taller rock outcrop nearer to the falls, was in bright late afternoon tropical sun. I had lain as motionless as I could for most of the day. I had decided hours before that this surly teen wasn't worth it. I had come to view the whole ordeal as an exercise in self-discipline. I could justify it on that score. If the boy wound up coming to drink at some point, so much the better. With a lot of time to kill my mind had roamed over lots of things that sweltering morning and afternoon. I wondered again and again at the intensity of my attraction to this skinny, sulky Asian kid. For one thing, he was really not my type at all. Sure, I liked slim boys, but this kid looked practically anorexic. I also liked them tan and toned, with hair the longer the better, cute and dimpled. Joon was nearly bald, not at all cute, and if his skin had ever sen the sun it wasn't for more than about five minutes when he was in elementary school. Furthermore, his personality was the opposite of the sweet, boyishly enthusiastic type which never failed to melt my heart. Now that I thought of it, the boy that was just about perfectly my type was Jack. What the hell was I doing here practically dying of the heat, hoping to pounce on his exact opposite? I also wondered especially at my desire to take Joon aggressively, forcefully. Sure, sometimes I'd had some fantasies about rough sex, but I'd never done anything like that with a boy before. In fact, my style as a guy who had sex with teens was pretty much the opposite: gentle, affectionate, considerate. Maybe something had changed in me. Maybe I wasn't looking to get my heart melted anymore. Technically, of course, it wouldn't be rape, since Joon had given permission in writing, and apparently reaffirmed it numerous times -- permission to get fucked as forcefully as his captor chose, if he were caught. But I wondered at this. Maybe in his arrogance he gave that permission assuming he would never get caught. Maybe if things didn't go his way and a man caught him -- if I caught him -- maybe he'd feel differently. Maybe he'd say no then. And what would I do if he did? Would I force him to go through with what he'd agreed to? Or would I, tender-hearted as always, relent? After reflecting on this over and over I concluded I would never know until that moment came. If it came. I slowly reached again for my water bottle. Limiting myself to small sips throughout the day I had still drained it nearly dry. I swallowed the last warm ounce, set the bottle aside, and found myself looking longingly down at the pool. After a few more minutes, as shadows began to lengthen across the face of the pool, I began to think seriously about slipping down and getting a drink. Just for a moment. The water looked cool and inviting. I wondered if it really could be cool in this heat. The pool looked deep enough in the center that it might not be warmed up by the sun, though it was shallow off to the left, as it opened onto a little muddy patch of bare earth. I was just seconds from rising from my hiding place when I saw movement. Or thought I did. Low on the other side of the pool leaves moved just a bit. Then it came again. Definitely movement, going left to right. I was suddenly hyper-focused, the hunter aroused by the presence of prey. All my doubts and considerations -- why did I want him so bad? why did I want him forcibly? what would I do if . . . ? It all vanished. I scanned the bushes. Everything had gone motionless again. Minutes passed. Then a thrill went through me as heard a small rustling noise right behind me. What was he doing up here? In a split second I realized what was happening. The boy had anticipated a possible trap, and so, before exposing himself to get a drink, was checking out my spot to make sure he was safe. He had come to this ledge rather than the other taller one because he knew I wouldn't want to wait in the sun. A scuffling noise very close, a small rock dislodged and rolled. I rose to a crouch just as the top of his head slowly appeared above the large rock behind which I hid, less than four feet away. I pounced. He twisted sideways just as I hit him. I grabbed him around the chest, and instantly he shot out a leg to trip me. We both fell hard onto the rock, and, ignoring sharp pain in my elbow, I grappled to gain control with my greater weight and strength. He wriggled like an eel, slippery with sweat, and as I tried to keep my grip we rolled. Suddenly we were in the air and falling. We hit the water with a smack, but I managed to keep my hold on him and we both thrashed in the water. At one point I felt a sandy bottom, so I knew the water wasn't very deep, and as I pulled my head up out of the pool to draw a breath I strengthened my hold on the boy as he writhed in a frenzy. I stood on the bottom of the pool, waist deep, grabbed his head and forced it under the water. After a few seconds I let him up and he gasped. He still kicked and fought against me, but he wasn't going anywhere. I forced his head under again. He came up sputtering. "I'm gonna keep doing this til you stop fighting, you asshole," I screamed in his ear. "Fuck you!" he snarled, and attempted to bite my wrist. I smacked him and shoved him under the water again. I held him longer this time before letting him up, He gasped deeply. "You enjoying this?" I shouted, and shoved him under again. I couldn't believe how excited I was, how completely adrenalized. All doubts about how rough I was willing to be with this little fighter had vanished. He suddenly went limp. I let him up to breathe. He was quiet in my arms, gasping, and I pulled him toward me forcefully to get a better grip. And at that moment I received the biggest shock of the day. Joon's cock, pressed roughly against my leg, was rock hard. I froze, my mind whirling. In spite of it all -- the struggle, my defeat of him -- something was turning this kid on! Every part of his mind and every part of is body but one were saying no -- but his cock was saying yes! I suddenly knew with complete clarity what I was going to do. "So here's what's going to happen," I panted, getting my voice under control. "We're going over to that little muddy shore and I'm going to fuck you. There's no reason to make it tough on yourself. Just relax and take it. I'll go as easy as I can if you just submit. You're beaten, so accept it. If you fight me it will hurt a lot more and, in the end, you'll still be fucked. All right?" Head down, he didn't answer. In spite of all that was happening I couldn't help but admire, as I adjusted my grip on him, the elegance of his close-cropped skull, the narrowness of his neck, the whiteness of his skin. I hauled him to the water's edge, limp like a rag doll, and fell to my knees, dragging him with me. In spite of the surprisingly cool water my cock was rock hard too -- our little battle had excited me terribly. I let go of one wrist and twisted a little to grab my cock and get ready to insert it. The second I let go, the boy's body sprang to life. He twisted his torso and swung an elbow. I don't know how I managed to turn my head just in time. If he had caught me flush he probably would have broken my nose. As it was the blow caught me on my cheek and stunned me. I still managed to keep a firm hold on him, and I saw red. Enraged, I grabbed him and plunged into the water again, holding him under me face down, our torsos in a foot or so of water and our legs on land. As he flailed with his legs I wedged my dick against his butt crack, and exerting all the force I could muster I pressed against him. Straining to raise his head above water he gasped for air, then yelled. I reached quickly and positioned my cock, and then I thrust again. Time and again I tried, but he was able to struggle and wriggle enough to make penetration impossible. My frustration finally boiled over. With one hand at the back of his neck I held him under water again, not letting him up until he stopped wriggling. I yanked his torso out of the water and as he desperately gasped a huge breath I grabbed his right knee, pulled it across his chest, grabbed it with my left hand, as my left arm wrapped his narrow chest. This pretty much immobilized him, gasping and choking, and my right hand was completely free. Grabbing my cock, and holding him relatively still now, I found his hole and began pressing. I fully expected another round of struggling. But the boy was still, just giving an occasional choking cough. He had finally given up. Elated, raising his butt high, and pressing downward so he was almost doing a shoulder stand in the mud, I began driving with painful slowness into him. "AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!" he yelled, but no longer struggled. I paused, gathered myself, and then began forcing him open. With agonizing slowness my cock rammed inward. His little ass was impossibly tight -- it was only my rage that made the fuck possible. I drew another breath, gritted my teeth, and pushed again as hard as I could. In and in and in, until I had penetrated him deeply, and his breath came in huge, gasping sobs. Finally, still deeply inside him, I shoved him down on his belly flat in the mud. I lay on top of him panting, exultant. The power that coursed through me was something I had never felt before. It was intoxicating. I began to withdraw the four inches I had rammed into him. Once just the head of my cock was in I rose up, gripped his skull with one hand and, shoving his face into the mud, I began a slow relentless push into his ass. My cock had never been so hard. It was a pretty dry fuck, with only pond water for moisture, and I knew I'd be sore as hell after, but I was beyond caring. Three four, five, six inches into his quivering butt. "MMMMMmmppphhhhh," he moaned into the mud. Then just as slowly I withdrew. Then I slowly drove in again, wanting him to feel the exquisite slowness and the pain. I wanted him to submit completely. I wanted him to feel, at long last, the consequences of his arrogance. And I wanted something else -- I couldn't tell what, and at that point didn't really care. I was out of my mind with rage and the exultation of dominance, and with lust -- lust for this skinny, fiery little rebel. In and out, in and out. Minutes passed with nothing but soft grunts and groans. My cock slid a bit easier now, as his rectum got used to me. I paused, gripped his bony hips and pulled him up into a kneeling position, and continued to fuck him. He was constantly moaning, his voice now soft and a bit quavery. Then I reached under him to play with him a little. He was still rock hard! Despite the blinding pain he must be going through! I made another decision. Roughly I yanked my cock completely out of him, eliciting a cry of pain and surprise. I flipped him over onto his back, raised his legs, and put my cock again at his doorway. His face was a wet, muddy mess and his lip was bleeding. His expression showed confusion and defeat. My eyes bored into his. "So Joon . . . so far, its been me. All me," I snarled. "And you fighting it all the way. Me wanting my cock inside you. You fighting against it. But it's a lie, Joon. The truth is right here." I gripped his hot hard cock and began rhythmically squeezing and releasing it. "I know you don't WANT a man's cock inside of you. You don't WANT it! But you NEED it! Don't you?" My eyes bored into his. "DON'T YOU??!! His face was a swirling mess of emotions. He squirmed a bit at the pleasure I was giving him. He couldn't speak. "We're gonna really fuck now, Joon. You haven't felt anything yet. But I'm not gonna start it. I'm just gonna wait. You're gonna start it. You're gonna be the one. You're gonna ask for it. I want to hear you say, `Please fuck me!'" I waited, continuing to hold his eyes with mine while stroking his cock. A long minute passed. His eyes wavered. Finally he looked down and mumbled, " I don't understand." "What, the great intellectual doesn't understand something? This is a red-letter day!" How would he respond to my derision? His glance flickered briefly to me, then away. "Don't," he whispered, with a sudden vulnerability that completely surprised me. In spite of my subsiding rage tenderness surged through me, from somewhere. I gently caressed his face. He looked up at me, shocked, confused, helpless. Words bubbled out of me, more gently this time. "You've been lying to the world and lying to yourself, Joon. Things are gonna be different now." I gripped his cock hard. "You feel this? You feel your hard cock in my hand? You felt my cock in your ass? THAT'S the truth! All the rest is bullshit!" Exhaustion, defeat, and helplessness were in his face. He suddenly looked very young, and I realized that, despite an obvious intellect that would be the envy of most adults, he was still in many ways just a boy. Just a kid. "Look at me, Joon! LOOK AT ME!!" His wavering gaze finally locked in on me. I caressed his cock gently now. "Maybe someday you'll be lucky enough to be a man's boy, Joon," I said softly. "Someday maybe you'll have someone to teach you how to be a man instead of a punk." My voice hardened. "Right now, though, you're just a selfish punk. You're just my bitch. And a bitch needs to get fucked!" I roughly pushed his knees back to his ears, opening his ass up wider and exposing his hole. It was still pinched and tiny, nearly hairless and pinkish-gray. There was no resistance. I nosed my cockhead against it again. "I'm waiting," I said, my voice steely. He studied my face still for comprehension. Then his eyes glazed over and he looked inside, or somewhere far away, perhaps. Then he looked at me and said in resignation, "OK, fuck me." A thrill ran through me. It had worked. My instinct about him was right. "Please. Please fuck me," I corrected. A scowl came over his face and I immediately slapped him. He looked at me, shocked. "No attitude," I said gently. "It's unworthy of you. Just ask politely for what you need." It took him a minute. "Please fuck me," he finally said. "Are you sure?" I demanded. I was going to make sure he got it -- that he knew what he was. "Yes," he whispered, his eyes still downcast. I dipped my hand into the pool and moistened my cock, then slapped some water against his asshole. I wormed a finger tip inside. He grunted. I placed my cockhead against his ring and then slowly, steadily, began pressing. "Mmmmpphhh," he groaned softly. "Yell!" I cried. "Yell as loud as you want! It helps!" With that I jabbed him hard and most of my cockhead drove inside him. "AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" he yelled. "Gimme that virgin ass, bitch! Gimme that cherry! Yeah!" I cried, as I shoved in farther. "WAAAAAAHHHHHH, AHHH" "Here it is, bitch!" I cried, and with a mighty shove I plowed nearly all the way in. His eyes flew open, he arched his back, and his mouth opened wide into a silent "O." His cock bobbed and danced. I withdrew most of the way and then slammed back in. "Yeah!" I cried. I slammed him again. "Yeah, bitch. Take it!" He suddenly began struggling, but it was different this time. He could easily have hit me in the face or clawed at my eyes, but instead he just pushed at my shoulders and struggled to get free. There was no way that was happening. "So you need it rougher? Huh?" I pulled almost all the way out, then grabbed his hands and slapped them behind his knees, so he was holding his own legs. He cooperated, all the while moaning, eyes closed. I grabbed both his small nipples between thumbs and forefingers and twisted them sharply. ""AAAHH!" he cried in surprise. Then I grabbed his cock. It was quite a nice handful actually, about 6 inches of slender, curving Korean meat, hot and very hard. I squeezed and twisted, and then, gripping him very hard, began jacking him. He began gasping, eyes still closed, turning his head from side to side. I readied my hips and give a powerful thrust, and buried myself, for the first time, to the absolute hilt. As he writhed and groaned I jacked him harder and harder, my hand flying up and down his burning meat. I kept my cock buried inside him, and I shoved my hips against his butt so he could really feel it. Then I withdrew and slammed him again, still jacking him. "Huh, huh, huh," I panted. I leaned down suddenly and sank my teeth into his tendony neck, growling, jacking, pounding. My growling, his groaning and crying, roared together in my ears. I raised up, and gritting my teeth, pulled all the way out of him, held his butt high in the air, aligned my cock with his gaping hole and then slammed into him as hard as I could. "YAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH," he cried, and bucking against me, shockingly, he began to cum! Astonished and exultant, I continued to fuck him with blinding speed, as rope after rope of his thick white juice splattered his bony chest, his long, slender neck, his gasping, muddy, contorted face. He shot cum into his eye and over his shoulder and then, finally, drooled a few silver and white globs across his narrow belly and into the cavity of his navel. I stopped fucking then, gripped him more gently and continued to slowly jack his softening red organ. Finally, squeezing, I slid my clenched fist up over the head of his cock, producing another teaspoon or so of cum against my muddy knuckle, and I shoved my hand against his lips. "Eat it," I gasped. He obeyed. I withdrew my cock from him, not bothering to be gentle. It seemed obvious gentleness wasn't what Joon needed at all. I scrambled to my feet, grabbed him by his thin bicep and yanked him to his knees. Standing in front of him I shoved my cock into his face. It was thick, red, hard, covered with pre-cum, mud, ass juices and who knows what else. "Hold still!" I barked. As he closed his eyes I smeared my cock all over his face. "Suck it!" He looked up at me, his eyes beseeching. I slapped him. "Don't give me that shit! I know you don't want to do it! None of this is about what you WANT, you idiot! It's what you NEED! Now SUCK IT!!" He closed his eyes, opened his mouth and slowly moved his lips over the head. I held still and he slowly sucked the whole head in. "Yeah! Now work your tongue all over it. That's a good little bitch." Before long he seemed to get into it a little. I let him work me over for several minutes. Then I began feeding it to him, slowly at first an inch in and then out, then two, the three. Eventually he gagged, I withdrew, then slid in again. "Relax your mouth and throat. Let it slide to the back. It's OK if you gag, just pull back, take a breath and then lean in and take it again." Before long Joon had overcome his gag reflex and I was able to get five inches into him. I pulled back. "Now take about three inches in and suck hard. Go up and down, keeping the suction tight . . . . Ah, JESUS, don't use your teeth! Haven't you ever been blown before!? . . . Keep it tight. That's it . . . . When saliva builds up, loosen your lips and let it slide over my cock . . . . Yeah, you're a hot little bitch, aren't you?" He clearly had never done this before, but he was learning fast. Before long he was actually sucking me pretty well, and the orgasm that had been building in me for an hour -- for all day, really -- was rising. I felt it slowly coming. I quickly grabbed his bald skull with two hands, jammed my cock all the way down his relaxed throat, and fucked in and out quickly, mashing my pubes into his face. At the last second I pulled out of his throat, screaming, "Suck, bitch!" Joon choked and sputtered, but he gamely lashed my cockhead with his tongue. He hit a magic spot on my frenulum and my climax hit me like a freight train. I began cumming. "Don't swallow!" I bellowed as I shot once, twice, three, four, I don't know how many more times, as it felt like my whole insides were coming out through my cock. Finally I was done, and I gently withdrew my glistening red cock from between his swollen lips, saying as I did so, "Keep your lips closed. Keep my cum in your mouth. Don't spill it and down't swallow it." I wiped my cock all over his face. He closed his eyes but did not turn away. "Yeah. Good little bitch." I said softly. I knelt, bringing myself eye to eye with him. His cheeks bulged with my cum, as he obediently held it. He looked at me. I looked deeply into his eyes. "You've got the essence of me in your mouth. It's a fucking honor to receive a man's sperm. When the right man finds you, and you swallow his sperm, it will cement the bond between you. You'll be his boy then, not his bitch. Do you understand?" The boy slowly nodded. "OK, spit it out on the ground." He did so, then looked at me, uncomprehending. "I don't let bitches swallow my cum," I said. "Only boys I love." Joon continued to stare at me. I lay down on the muddy earth and pulled him to me roughly. I gripped his head with one hand. I stared at him deeply, and just held his eyes with mine for -- how long? A minute? Five minutes? I had no idea. But something was happening between us. I knew what this was, I realized. I had been here before. With another boy, a long time ago. He was falling into me, and I into him. Did I want that again? And then another, more terrible question came to me: did I have a choice? ********************************************************* I stood with Joon under the shower. At my instruction he was washing me all over. I stood enjoying the warm water and the feel of his bony hands. He washed me briskly, a bit roughly, not allowing his hands to soften and caress me in any way. I stopped him. "That's not it, Joon." I said. "Pay attention to how I touch you, and then do it to me." I filled my hands with soap and then, as tenderly and lovingly as possible, I slowly caressed his torso with soap, almost as if I were drawing on his slick, gray-white Asian skin with my fingers. He stood motionless, his eyes half-closed. I drew my fingers gently over his stringy pectorals, his thin neck, his almost nonexistent shoulder muscles. I massaged into them just a little. I raised his arm and swabbed the few straight black hairs in his armpit with the ball of my thumb, then held his bicep in my hands and slowly stroked his stick-like arm, allowing it to slip between my hands. I wondered, not for the first time, how he could be such a fearsome fighter, such a violent puncher, with this painfully skinny body, these virtually invisible muscles. I washed him the same way on the other side and then drew my hands down to his long, remarkably narrow belly. I slowly descended into his pubes, then to his cock, caressing its soft three inches repeatedly with my soapy hands. I knelt and turned my attention to his scrotum. Very gently I washed his ball bag, then up into his groin, and down his thighs to his knees. Every step of the away I used the pads of my fingers and my palm to try to bring as much pleasure as possible. I washed his calves, which were just beginning to sprout hairs. For a 16-year-old he had very little body hair. Then I did his rather small, high-arched feet. I turned him around and turned my attention to his butt. It was touchingly small for someone already 16 years old. I peeled his buttocks open and saw that his anus was red and swollen -- not surprising, given how rough I had been with him before. I very carefully washed his butt all over with more gobs of soap, caressing his perineum for quite awhile. Standing again, my body very close to his, I soaped his scalp and gently rubbed it. I finished by spending several minutes washing -- massaging, really -- his back from neck to buttocks. With my arm around his shoulder, I said, "I'm going to ask you how that felt. If you give me that emotionless, robotic voice as a way of dismissing me I'll slap you harder than I ever have before. So, give me something honest. Ready? How did that feel? He stared at me silently, then dropped his eyes. "Good," he finally said softly. "Yes," I replied. I scratched him behind the ears, like a cat. "Would you like me to give you a nice long massage sometime? I'd prefer not to slap you, so give me something real." "I'd like a massage sometime." His voice and face were sincere. "That's your real voice, Joon. So here's the thing. For the rest of this evening we're going to talk. You're going to practice being real. Every time you say something in that arrogant, indifferent tone, or anytime you say something dismissive or emotionally dishonest, I'll slap you. It's not because I enjoy slapping you, it's because you have a chance, tonight, right here, to become a genuine person, after all your years perfecting your bullshit. I'm going to help with that." "I -- I'm not sure I always can." "Well, that's honest. You're as observant about yourself as you are about others, I see. You're not sure you can -- but you know you need to learn to be real, don't you?" I waited as he looked down silently. Then he looked up. "Yes." "If you sometimes can't be real then you'll sometimes get slapped. That will be the -- what you might call the karmic consequence for all the times you've been cruel to others." He held my gaze a moment, then dropped his eyes. "Do you get it?" I asked. "Yes," he said quietly. "Good. Now before the warm water runs out, wash me. And do it the same way I washed you." Some time later, after an hour or more of talking, I hadn't slapped him once. But I had discovered in Joon not only exceptional intelligence but also exceptional sensitivity, as well as a kind of a need -- a craving, almost -- to subordinate himself to me. Finally I said to him, "Because you have been so honest and real, I'm treating you with tenderness and respect, almost as if you were my boy. But, Joon, you aren't my boy." He looked up at me. "Not yet, anyway." I was silent. I had tossed him a possibility. "I'm still your bitch?" he asked. "Yes. And Joon -- notice something." "What?" "Right now, that's exactly what you need. To be the bitch of a man who's older and stronger than you are. Take a long look. Don't talk for a minute." He dropped his head and stared at the bed. After a minute he raised his head. "Yeah," he murmured, barely audibly. "What did you say?" I asked sharply. "Yes." he said firmly. "Yes what?" Yes, I need to be your bitch." I let silence sit in the room a minute. "It turns you on to be my bitch, doesn't it?" I asked softly. "Yes," he murmured, barely audibly. "I don't -- I don't get it, it's so weird, but -- it does." We had reached a key point, and I suddenly realized I was tired of sitting. "Come on, let's get dressed and go for a walk." Joon began putting on his signature ultra-baggy clothes. I made a mental note to replace those ugly, body-hating things with something sexy. In a couple of minutes we were walking the grounds in the warm tropical evening. We walked aimlessly -- I had no particular goal in mind. The black sky was spangled with stars, and the moon was nearly full. We eventually found ourselves on the little bluff near the main office, overlooking the sea. We sat together on one of the benches, silently watching the dark waves. I turned to him. "If you were my boy now, what would we be doing?" He looked at me and blinked. "I don't know. Maybe making out?" I smiled. "Maybe." I rubbed his fuzzy head, then leaned in and kissed him gently on the lips once, then again. "That's how it would be. If you weren't just my bitch." "Hello, who's that?" I heard a voice behind us. I turned; it was Marco and Evan heading to the office. "Well, well, well," Marco chortled, as he approached and recognized us. "What?" I asked with a grin, knowing full well what he meant by that amused tone of voice. Marco paused, seeing my arm around Joon's shoulders. "Beautiful night," he commented. "Yep," I answered. There was another pause, and Marco could see I was disinclined to be conversational. "Well, see you tomorrow. Good night, Joon." "Good night," we both called. "Night Evan," I added. I turned to Joon. "You know, your old persona, that cold, arrogant, judgmental thing that passed for a personality? You don't have to give that up when you're talking to other people if you don't want to. You have no obligation to them. Only to me. You didn't have to be polite to Marco right then if you didn't want to. It's up to you if you want to continue to be an asshole to others. Just not to me." Joon looked out to the black sea and said nothing. We sat there together for a long time.