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Chapter 4

Gavin meets Sylvester

(Benjamin Buxton: A very rich business owner - Gavin's first `trick', )

 

Just to recap, our two runaways have now both met one of Matthew's `disciples', Clive, who had given them a special password, "Turkey Clive Safety", and an address in a Toronto suburb, 55 Locarno Street, Brampton, which was, apparently the home of Matthew, Leo and Patrick, who are all gay. Both of them regularly rehearsed their password phrases. Gavin and Sylvester were, though, each still thinking about when, or if, they would use this information. They had each had a reasonably extensive gay experience, and while some of it had been quite painful, they had normally found that, when these more severe activities were part of the `game', it was also very common, on such occasions, for there to be an unfilmed comforting and soothing session. Let us now review the events, in Toronto, from the 26th through to the 28th of June, at least so far as Gavin and Sylvester were concerned.

 

Gavin arrived in Toronto, at Union Station, mid-morning, on the 26th of June, 2020, and, despite the goodbye breakfast, which he had enjoyed with Clive, he was, quite naturally, beginning to feel a little hungry again. His first thoughts, though, were to try to find somewhere to lock up his stuff and then to go for a wander around his new `home'. He asked the ticket collector, at the end of the platform, as to where he could put his luggage, while he waited for his uncle to come in, on another train, to pick him up. Little did the collector know that there might be many `uncles' and `daddies' in Gavin's future, at least so far as where Gavin's thinking was at, at that time. "You need to go over to BagsAway Luggage Storage, at 55 York St Unit 101, they'll fix you up, buddy", was the friendly response, by the ticket collector. Gavin made the short walk, of less than a quarter of a mile, in a few minutes, put his stuff in a locker and then asked the guy, at the front, where he might grab some lunch. The guy, a little absent‑mindedly, replied, "There's a McDick's just over there, vaguely waving in a northerly direction, up on Wellington Street". Gavin walked north up York Street and came to the junction with Wellington Street. He couldn't see any sign of the Golden Arches, so he asked a passer-by, who happened to be a fairly well-dressed dude. "Excuse me, sir, I'm a visitor here, I was directed up this way for a McDonalds, do you know where it is, please?" The man looked down and said "Hey, little buddy, I was about to have lunch myself, I'll take you there. You're a bit young to be in the big city on your own, aren't you." "Oh, I just have a few hours to wait for my uncle to arrive from out of town, at Union Station, to pick me up, so I just dumped my bag at BagsAway and thought that, after lunch, I would do a little sightseeing, just in this area close to the station, so I don't get lost in, as you say, The Big Smoke." The dude smiled, "OK, buddy, my name is Ben, what's yours?" Gavin hesitated and, thinking quickly, thought to himself that, given how he was planning to keep body and soul together, for the foreseeable future, he better come up with a street name. He smiled back and said, "Trev". Ben said, "Look this is a busy road, I wouldn't want your uncle to arrive and find his nephew in hospital, having been knocked over by a TTC tram, please hold my hand while we cross this road." Trev took Ben's hand, whilst saying in his best, very goody-two-shoes, little boy voice, "Thank you for being so kind to a stranger, Ben." That's OK, Trev, I'm pleased to meet such a polite young man, so many kids, these days, are such doughheads."

Within a couple of minutes, they arrived at the McDick's. As they arrived Ben said, "Look, Trev, I am enjoying a few minutes with such a courteous boy. Will you let me buy you lunch, please?" Trev blushed but replied, "True, thank you, Ben." Ben replied, "THANK YOU, Trev; feel free to order as much as you want, don't hang back." They were now at the counter, and just looked like any other father and son couple, Ben said, "OK, son, it's your day, what do you want?" Trev then ordered, "2 Cheesburger Happy Meals, one with Coke, and one with Sprite, a Blueberry Muffin, and 2 Hot Fudge Sundaes, please." Ben smiled inwardly and thought to himself, "That's not a meal order for a kid waiting, for a few hours, for his uncle!", but he said nothing. Ben then ordered "Large Big Mac Bacon Meal with Orange Juice, a Fruit and Fibre Muffin, and a Baked Apple Pie", noticing that Trev had not ordered a more solid dessert, Ben said to Trev, "Don't you normally get an Apple Pie, also?" Trev looked up at Ben and said, "Ooh, yes, I forgot." Trev adjusted his order by saying, "Make that two pies, please." Trev then swiped his card, and they waited for the order. A few minutes later they were sat down together, face to face, in a corner part of the restaurant, a little away from most of the other people, there, which is exactly where Trev had led Ben to, after they picked up their order.

 

They both tucked in, and no words were said for a few minutes. Trev broke the silence by saying, "Thank you very much, Ben, I was a little hungry after the 20-hour-journey, from Shawinigan, where my parents are. I've only got a few hours before my uncle arrives to take me to his place, for a week's holiday. He lives in a small town outside Detroit called Warren. Do you have any recommendations for nearby attractions, please, Ben?" "Well Trev. for a young man like yourself, I think that Ripley's Aquarium, Toronto Railway Museum and the CN Tower, which, put all together, is only a total walk of three miles, plus, of course, the distance you walk round the attractions; all those places are also quite close to here." "Thank you, Trev, I'm not so keen on the fish but I think the Railway Museum sounds perfect and then the Tower; I've seen many pictures of it, of course, but it will be great to go to it." Trev went back to his meal and steadily finished it off. Ben had ended his repast well before Trev; he patiently waited, though, for his young friend to also finish. Just as they were finishing and getting ready to leave, Ben spoke up and said, "Look, I'm the boss and owner, at work. I set my own hours and I know that I have no appointments this afternoon. How about I call my secretary and tell her that I'll see her in the morning. That would be really bad, Ben you're the GOAT, let's go." Ben was a little confused but thought for a moment and realised that Trev had just told him that he really liked the idea, and that he was the "Greatest Of All Time."

 


 

They walked off and first went to the rail museum, where they spent quite a few hours looking around. Ben, of course, continued to pay for everything, including more ice cream, and drinks, around teatime. These two, `a typical father and son', continued to chat away, but as the conversation continued, Ben began to feel that there were some holes in Trev's story; for example, he couldn't name any of the stations, along the way, between Shawinigan and Toronto, and he didn't seem to know much about Detroit, which is where he said his uncle lived. Eventually, Ben said, "Trev, if we are going to see the tower, we're going to need to go." Trev said, "True, Ben", but he didn't seem to say it with much enthusiasm. It was not as though he was showing evidence of wanting to stay at the museum; they had already covered that place, very thoroughly. It was, as though, he didn't really care where they went: in some really odd way, which Ben found it hard to put a finger on, it seemed, from his body language, as though Trev was `saying', though not in these actual words, "So long as I'm with you, Ben, I really don't care where we go." They walked the mile and a bit to the tower and Ben bought a tower souvenir, which he promptly gave to Trev. "I think we better get back to the station, your uncle's train arrives soon, doesn't it? Trev replied, "Oh, yes, I forgot, I was so much enjoying myself," As they walked the mile back to the station, Trev seemed to be slowing down more and more. As they were just over halfway back to the station, Ben could see that Trev was slowing even more and more and clearly showing signs of fatigue, but, he thought to himself, "Is Trev really tired, or is it something else?" Just as he was thinking this he saw a public seat a few yards ahead of them, "Trev, I need to stop a moment, I think I've got a stone in my shoe, and your uncle's train isn't due for another 40 minutes." "True, Trev." They sat down and Ben began to undo his shoelace but this was really just a ruse, "Look Trev, your business is your own business, I've enjoyed spending a few hours with you, and buying you some food and a souvenir; it's made me happy: BUT, I must say this - There's no uncle is there?" Trev was shocked, he thought he had done all the necessary things to cover up, while getting some `free' food. He just broke down in tears and sobbingly said, "Yes, Ben, I got thrown out of home yesterday because my father found out that I'm gay. I've done quite a few gay things and I enjoy it. I've decided to come here to The Big Smoke and make a living as a rentboy. When I saw you, a few hours ago, you looked rich and I thought you just might like boys like me and, based on the way you've gone out of your way to be with me this afternoon, and the way you've held my hand a few times, and, on other occasions, the looks you have given me, I think I'm right." Ben blushed, and in a mockingly affronted tone, whilst ruffling Trev's hair, said, "You cheeky monkey, you've found me out, so what do we do now, amigo." Trev replied, "Well that's up to you, Ben, what would you like to do." "OK, chicken butt, let's retrieve your luggage, retire to my place, and see what happens. I don't just own the business, but I also live in a penthouse above the office, with a private lift straight there; the entrance of which is hidden from prying eyes." "True, let's go." Ben and Trev resumed the hand-holding and walked to a nearby taxi rank. Ben approached the first taxi, and spoke to the driver, "My young son is bushed, he just arrived back from a few days away with my parents, We need to collect his luggage at 55 York St, and then we'll go to my place at 183 Wellington Street."

 


 

The taxi driver wryly smiled to himself, but said nothing; he knew he would be remembering that face. In fact, because of the taxi security camera, he knew he was going to be able to get a picture. There was even a special button, on his steering wheel, which enabled him, for security purposes (or at least that was its designed purpose) to store still shots of his passengers, just like a screenshot on a computer. Once the passengers were comfortably settled, he drove off and once he could see that the boy was looking forward, he pressed the button. Moments later he saw the boy's head slide down to lie on his father's shoulder and he nodded off. Once they got to Bags Away, Trev, unfortunately, had to wake Ben and ask him to go in and retrieve his luggage; it would not have done for a total stranger to seek to retrieve the lad's rucksack. Trev came back in a few minutes, with his bag, and then they drove the short distance to the penthouse.

 

The man and boy went up together in the private lift and stepped straight out into the lounge room. Trev was, by now, honestly tired, but also hungry. Ben read the boy's mind, so to say. "Trev, I know you must be tired. Why don't you go into the bathroom and freshen up? You'll find guest towels, sponges, and fresh clothing on the red fittings. Use them as you wish, meanwhile I'll rustle us up a proper dinner." "True, thank you, Trev", but, before he went to the bathroom, he ran across the room, and jumped into Ben's arms, Ben barely had time to catch the loving, eager boy, but he did. Trev then gave Ben the most delicious kiss, nay French kiss, that Ben had experienced in a very long time. Ben held on to Trev as he carried him across to the bathroom and left him to his own devices. Trev looked around, his eyes marvelled at the sight and the smells of the most luxurious bathroom he had ever seen. Little did he know that within a few months he would be in another bathroom that would make this one look as though it was in the most squalid dwelling in the poorest slum in the whole world. For now, though, Trev (Gavin) momentarily felt as though he had died, and gone to heaven. First, he took all his clothes off, and laid them, in a neat pile, on the red guest's shelf. He then went to the loo, and he also used the bidet, after which he ran a bath and put in lots of bath salts (Coconut Lime by Raining Hot Coupons). After a good long soak, he stepped out and had a good shower during which time he shampooed his hair using Earth Luxe Nourishing Coconut Shampoo. He then dried himself and pulled on one of the pairs of underpants laid out in a row on a shelf marked Underpants for Boys Aged 4 to 24. Even though he was 14, he knew that he had more of the build of a 13-year-old. As he wanted to look particularly tight and sexy, for Ben, he purposely chose the item, which was, of course, a red pair of underpants that was marked For Boys Aged 12. He put them on and, just as he had planned, they were a little tight, but not painfully so, and duly showed, quite sharply, his semi-soft sausage and young boy ballsac. He then moved to the row of hanging red flannelette dressing gowns, with a sign above them that read Dressing Gowns for Boys Aged 4 to 24. He put on the red dressing-gown suited to his size, but, on this occasion, he wanted this item to be quite loose, so he did take the one for his true age, which was marked For Boys aged 14. Finally, the low shelf labelled Slippers for Boys Aged 4 to 24 provided a pair of slippers, which fitted perfectly, was chosen. He did not want them to flip-flop uncontrollably, nor did he want them tight; this time, as might have been expected, it was the pair marked For Boys aged 13 that was just right.

Feeling quite refreshed, whilst also experiencing a warm glow, which made his body senses think he was floating on air, he glided out into the main room, which was a large open plan lobby, living/dining room and kitchen. The kitchen had a large island and a breakfast bench. By the breakfast bench, there were two Copper Grove Checleset Traditional Faux Leather 30-inch Bar Stools, with a tall OJ, sitting in front of them. One of the places had a giant letter N, and the other a giant letter T, behind the orange juice. The letters were both Leite Letter Blocks, from Wayfair. Trev stepped over, and climbed up on to `his' chair, allowing, as he sat down, his dressing gown, to gape; Ben smiled. Ben said, "I don't drink alcohol, ever, so please don't think I am depriving myself. I hope you like OJ, if you prefer I have a very wide selection of other choices, as per this list, including 21 types of Fruit Juice, 1 Vegetable Juice, and 19 types of Melon Juice plus Lemonade, Limeade, Orangeade, Sprite, Pepsi and Coke. The whole list is right here on the fridge." Trev smiled, glancing at the list, and said, "I've never even heard of some of these. OJ will be fine, for now. I am sure I can enjoy some of the others later."

 

The list that had been shown to Trev was: -

 

21 types of Fruit Juice and 1 Vegetable Juice


       Apple

       Blackberry

       Cherry

       Cranberry

       Grape

       Guava

       Kaffir Lime

       Kiwifruit

       Lemon

       Lime

       Lychee

       Mango

       Orange

       Papaya

       Pineapple,

       Passionfruit

       Pomegranate

       Prune

       Red Grapefruit

       Tomato

       Yellow Grapefruit

       Carrot


 

19 types of Melon Juice


       Canary

       Cantaloupe

       Casaba

       Charentais

       Crenshaw

       Cucamelon

       Gac

       Galia

       Golden Langkawi

       Hami

       Honey Globe

       Honeydew

       Horned

       Kantola

       Korean

       Santa Claus

       Sprite

       Watermelon

       Winter


 

plus


       Lemonade

       Limeade

       Orangeade

       Sprite

       Pepsi

       Coke


Ben continued, "I have made us a dinner of Tomato and Red Capsicum Soup, Ribeye Steak, French Fries (delivered from the McDicks we were at earlier today), Broccoli, Carrot, and Pumpkin, with Chocolate and Ice Cream Cake with Cream and Sugar on top for dessert. Trev's astonished look was all that Ben needed just then, but just after Ben had sat down, Trev again leant over and gave Ben a big kiss on his cheek. The two chairs were very close to each other and Ben did not mind, at all, when Ben could not hold back any longer and started using his left hand to start stroking Trev and playing with his package. Ben was sitting on the left and Trev on the right. Dinner was steadily eaten, with the smooth stroking and gentle fondling going on virtually continuously, only briefly interrupted by Ben's stepping into the kitchen to serve each course. After about half an hour of unrushed repast, they both stepped down and Ben invited Trev to come straight into his stateroom, so they could draw nearer to each other.

 

And, boy oh boy, was that one stateroom. The room was very well appointed but the centrepiece was the red heart-shaped giant bed, with red, and black with red trimmings, pillows. Trev stood there transfixed; Ben then scooped him up in his arms and in a mild, tender, and kind way, placed the boy on the bed. Ben then lay, face down beside Trev. Trev was on his back, and Ben was on his left side. Ben reached his right hand out, opened a drawer, in the bedside cabinet and pressed a few buttons. All the white lights in the house were turned out, and red light, with a warm glow, filled the room. It was not a bright light but was well and truly sufficient for Ben and Trev to see each other, and properly relish in what they would be doing to, and with, each other, that night.

 

Ben now turned his complete attention to Trev, "Are you ready, and more importantly, are you comfortable." Trev could not make a word, he was still feeling so shocked, he just leant over and kissed Trev, whilst also giving a clear nod of Yes. Ben started to undress Trev, admittedly there wasn't much to take off. He slipped Trev's slippers off and opened the dressing gown, fully. He stroked Trev's package and then squeezed it. "Look, I don't want you to do anything you don't want to, if I do that, it is rape, not sexual intercourse, which should always be an expression of love. What would you like to do, what are you used to?" Trev thought for a moment of all those different things that he had done with The Manchester Boys, but quickly set those thoughts aside. "Those are two different things, Ben, I'm used to lots of things, as I've been doing underground videos for a couple of years. You may have heard of our quartet, The Manchester Boys." Suddenly Ben jumped a little, as though a cloud had just been lifted from his eyes, "I knew it, ever since you stopped me in the street, around lunchtime, I have had this niggle in the back of my mind. My subconscious was telling me that I knew you, but I just couldn't place you. Yes, I've got a few of your movies, Gavin. They're a bit out there, aren't they" Trev blushed, he had thought that making up a nickname would be a protection; he had temporarily forgotten about the movies that he had made with Harry, Timothy, and Basil. "True, you've caught me. It would be nice, though, if you kept on calling me Trev. Those movies were made in happier times, I'm now on the streets and living day-to-day." "Well Trev, you aren't on the streets, for tonight and the next two: I have to go out of town, on Monday morning; I have to leave by 6.00 a.m., but until then you can stay here. I'll feed and bathe you, in return for some basic sex, none of the heavy stuff, though I might give you a light spank or three, plus some douches, and, at the end, you can leave here with $2,500 in your pocket."

 


 

"That sounds great Ben, when done in a sexy way a light spank, OR THREE, is quite stimulating and I've had a few douches before now, so that's all good. You asked, what I would like to do. Now I will admit that some things you have seen me doing I didn't really like, much I did was sweet, but sometimes I was just giving my all for the sake of the money. There are, though a few items of vanilla sex, with a twist, things that I have never, or rarely, experienced. One of my fantasies is to have an older guy draw pictures on my back with his finger and I have to guess what he's drawn, if I get it right I get to finger the guy for a minute, if I'm wrong, after three guesses, the guy gets to smack my sweet little bum, 5 times, with his hand, or 3 times if he uses a paddle. My other one is being tied up, and tickled. I've been tied up before but that was normally in order for the other model to, within the context of the video's story, force fuck me. Other than that, I really just prefer vanilla sex, simple kissing, cuddling, and stroking plus sucking, rimming, and, when I have special feelings for someone, fucking." "Well, I think we can accommodate that, Trev. With boys your age, I normally just kiss and cuddle, suck their cocks, let them suck me, and finger fuck them a bit. So, let's for tonight, as we are both tired, just go for the kissing, cuddling and stroking." "Fine by me" Ben then stood up, quickly took all his clothes off, except his jocks, and got back on the bed beside Trev. He pulled a blanket up over the two of them and started to snog away.

 

Ben didn't just simply kiss Trev's mouth, he loved, honoured, and cherished, this highly attractive, handsome young man. Unlike earlier, when he ruffled Trev's hair, this time he stroked, caressed, and fondled it; the sensations that Trev felt were simply ecstatic, he felt as though he had been transported into a zone of euphoric rapture and elation. It was clear that Ben knew how to sexually excite a teenage boy. After Trev's hair, Ben went on to the parts of his head and face, other than his mouth; he smoothly licked Trev's forehead, savouring the taste of light boy sweat (after all Trev was getting quite excited by now), he then went on to Trev's adorable little button nose which he pecked lightly a couple of times and finished with a couple of erotically arousing nibbles at each of Trev's earlobes. Ben could feel Trev shaking, even shivering, below him, from the wide variety of bodily sensations he was feeling. He hesitated briefly and quietly said, "Are you alright, darling, you seem to be shivering." "Of course, I'm alright, Ben; you are giving me probably the greatest sexual pleasure that I have yet experienced in my fourteen short years of life. You are just the very best, Ben" At that praise, all Ben could do was begin to cry a little, and say, "The same is true for me, little one."

 

Ben continued to touchingly enfold this little treasure, so recently bullied, oppressed, and driven from home, into his man-size caring arms. Ben dropped off to sleep, Trev was already, wishing that Trev could stay in his home, this penthouse, forever, but knowing, deep down, that that would not be possible; but, boy, oh boy, would he try, his darnedest, to make this weekend one of the most enjoyable, and memorable, 2¾ days in this young waif's life.

 


 

They both began to experience the very normal sense of hypnagogia, around 6.45 a.m.; while their minds were awake, but their bodies were still lightly resting, they proceeded to wake each other with small pecks, smooches and busses. By 7.00 a.m. they were fully awake, and moved, together, to the state room's ensuite, where there was a double shower. Ben guided Trev in, they adjusted their own shower roses to their personal preference for the warmth of the water, and went ahead with their morning washing ritual; they soaped each other's backs and just simply enjoyed the erotically exciting experience of showering with your lover. After the shower they helped each other to dry off, using a complete collection of Bed, Bath and Beyond giant towelling.

 

At 8.00 a.m. Ben prepared a typical Canadian breakfast. Ben offered a selection of cereals, too many to recount but Trev chose Kellogg's Mini-Wheats Original Frosted Cereal with whole milk. The hot food was then eggs (Trev requested scrambled, so that is what Ben made), fried bacon, toasted rye bread, pancakes and maple syrup. Trev also tried two of the juices that he had not heard of before; he properly enjoyed both new taste sensations. Yet another boy's delight, for a farm boy from rural Ontario. After breakfast, Trev helped Ben pack the dishwasher; Ben then beckoned Trev to sit down on the sofa. Sitting side by side, Ben laid his arm around Trev in a loving and soft-hearted manner.

 

Ben quietly spoke, "Trev, I am thoroughly enjoying our time together: you are, definitely, the best boy I have ever hosted; it is not just that our sexual interactions are truly fantastic, but you also give me a sense that you are one of the most astute, capable, and simply canny boys whom I have ever met. I am sure you have realised, by now, that while I am totally focussed on you, right now, I have previously hosted a few boys who were your age, or younger, plus a few older. I must admit my preference is for boys aged 12 to 14; boys your age are newly pubescent, full of energy and respond so lovingly, when they come to the realisation (and that is normally something that happens quite quickly) that they are giving me, an older man, such joy and pleasure. I know it is illegal, but I cannot stop myself, it is how I am made, and, I think, it is how you are made. In fact, there have been a few boys, rentboys, like you say you want to be, where I quickly realised that their hearts weren't really into what I was asking them to do. I immediately backed up, sat them down, and counselled them appropriately. I normally found that these boys had been thrown out of home, for some reason or another. They tended to tell me they had just fallen into the game (I suspect you know that prostitution, be it male or female, underage or of age, is called that) for the simple purpose of keeping alive: whilst they were disgusted with themselves for what they were doing, they were earning so much that they decided to find a way of suppressing those feelings of revulsion, loathing, and downright self-hate, and just carry on. Once I was quite sure they were in that category, I put my clothes back on, and asked them to put their clothes back on, and gave them an address in a Toronto suburb, 55 Locarno Street, Brampton. I also did two more things - as most kids in that category, had really let themselves go, particularly in terms of their clothing, I gave them a whole new set of clothes and I told them a phrase, which I made sure they remembered word-perfect." Slightly hesitantly, Trev quietly interrupted and said, in a questioning tone, "Turkey Clive Safety".

Ben smiled, he was very pleased to hear those words uttered by Trev, and said, "No those words, or similar, are reserved for boys who we, Matthew's disciples, are sure are gay. We each have a slightly different, but similar phrase; I am very pleased that Clive has met you. Don't forget those words, they may save your life one day! No, the phrase I give straight boys, who are simply doing gay, for pay, is "Pheasant Benjamin Stop". I then gave the boys the same amount as I had already agreed, a score of loonies and toonies, so they could travel on the TTC, plus a guide as to how to travel to Matthew's place. I normally hear, within a couple of days, that Matthew has met them and that, he is in the process of ensuring that they are properly, and legally, placed with a straight foster family, somewhere that is nowhere near the place they have run away from, but is also not here in Toronto. I also further hear, a bit later, that these boys have been placed, a long way away, but still in Canada: most of these boys are city kids so the placements are out west in places like Winnipeg, Manitoba; Regina, Saskatchewan, or Edmonton, Alberta. One was even from down south and he was placed in Los Angeles, California. The reason I have told you all this, Trev, is, firstly, because it is roughly the same thing I say, on Saturday morning, after breakfast, to every boy who comes here, to play: also, especially, since a year ago, because, while I will be happy to keep on playing in a couple of hour's time, I have made a lifetime commitment to go to the grave of a boy, his name was Hank, every Saturday morning. He was one of those boys who fell into that unwilling category. It took a while, for me to realise, as he was 16 already, and seemed to be quite street-wise; we had even had fairly good anal sex, on the Saturday afternoon, but that was the clincher, I knew his heart wasn't in it and he wasn't really enjoying it. I immediately told him the phrase and gave him the instructions but, as it was late, I directed him to a bed on his own. I kissed him lightly, tucked him in, just like any good father would, and told him that, while he was free to leave, right then, I thought it would be safer, for him, as it was already after 8.00 p.m., to leave after Sunday morning breakfast. He nodded in agreement, and, with tears in his eyes said, "Thank you, Ben" and he even blew me a kiss. As I left the room I also made sure that Hank had clearly seen where the door lock was, and I encouraged him to lock it - I did duly hear the lock click, as I walked along the corridor back to my room. The next morning we had breakfast together and I showed him to the first stop, on the TTC, on his route to Matthew's place. This is where this story takes a turn for the worst, Trev, but I think, in fact, know, that you need to hear the next few sentences. Later on that day, I was watching the local news, and Hank's face came up on the screen. My heart sank; what had happened to the young man, who had been in my place, just a few hours earlier. The newsreader went on to read, "This young man, whose name is, we believe, Hank, was found murdered, around 1.00 p.m., this afternoon, at Nashville Conservation Reserve. Nobody ever came forward to claim his body so I, as a well known local philanthropist, and supporter of charities that work with young people, came forward: I paid for Hank's funeral; I was the only mourner at his graveside. The bastard who murdered Hank has never been found. The bottom line of this long speech, Trev, is that I have made a life-time promise to visit Hank's grave every Saturday morning. The round trip only takes about 1½ to 2 hours; you are welcome to stay here, enjoy some of the videos and eat, and drink, as much as you desire or you might like to come with me. It would give you the opportunity to see other bits of Toronto, as the cemetery is in the northern suburbs; it is your choice, darling."


 

Trev said, "Thank you for telling me all of that, Ben; I have been with quite a few men, over the last two years, as part of The Manchester Boys' work, but they just had their kicks, and left. You are treating me like a real person, and like an adult. Of course, I will travel with you, Ben. Just being with you is a thrill. I don't need to be naked to be enjoying my time with a man."

 

Within half an hour they were in Ben's 4WD and travelling north. Ben occasionally put his hand on Trev's knee, when they were at traffic lights, but was a very careful driver. After about ten minutes, Trev felt the need to say something, "Ben, I know this is Hank's time, but is there anything I may do for you, right now." Well, dearest, I have hesitated to ask, but, if you're offering, would you open your flies and helicopter your dick for me, please, sweet one? Trev smiled and said, "Of course, Ben." Trev loosened his belt, undid his jeans button, and fished Percy out; it was already semi-hard and this act of semi-public naughtiness made it come to a full salute very soon afterwards. "Feel free to stoke it, Trev." Trev replied, "That's OK, Trev, I need to keep two hands on the wheel, but don't let me stop you from some self-stimulation. Just try to use a method that allows me to still see most of your cock, please. We are quite high up here, so if you want to slip your jeans and daks down, so things are a little more free down there, please do so." Trev giggled at the thought, he had fantasised about being on a bus and wanking his cock in a back seat in a bus, when a truck driver came by, and saw him in action. Just before pushing the trousers down, he reached into his trouser pocket and, much to Trev's surprise, but also pleasure, pulled out a stretchy silicone cock and ball ring. Temporarily, holding the piece of silicone in his teeth, Trev lifted his bum a little, grabbed his trouser waistband plus the top of his undies, and shoved them down to his knee. He then put the silicone rings, which were shaped like a figure 8, around his cock and balls. Ben couldn't resist a brief reach over of his right hand to caressingly ruffle Trev's hair, "You gorgeous tease, I'll have to give you some special rewards later."

 

When they arrived at the cemetery, Trev made himself decent again, but left the rings in place. Ben collected, from the nearby florist, his regular order of flowers, and took Trev, hand in hand, to Hank's grave. This mutual support, through the simple act of holding hands, was felt deeply by both of them. Hank knelt at the grave, an action which Trev matched, said a short prayer, which was, "I'm sorry, Hank, I let you down. Please, God, look after your child, Hank and let me meet him again, once we are together in paradise. In the name of our Lord and Saviour, Jesus Christ, AMEN" He continued to kneel for a few more minutes, reached his right hand out to Trev's left and squeezed. He did not squeeze hard, but he just needed to feel the presence of his new-found friend, the sensation of the firm touch was deeply comforting. After a little over 5 minutes, he kissed his left hand and leant forward; he placed that hand on the ceramic picture of Hank, which was on the grave, and then stood up. Ben and Trev walked back in silence and resumed their seats in the 4WD. Ben was lightly crying and Trev lent over to comfort him, in his grief, in the best manner he could imagine, which, though he didn't know it, was a most soothing feeling, for Ben. Trev partially disrobed, just like before, and they went back home.

 


 

Back in the penthouse, they were both still a little sombre; Ben poured a Coke, for each of them, and they sat down in the settee to drink it. After a few minutes, Ben suddenly said, in a very playful tone, "Ok, my little whore, go up to your room, get less well-attired and present my canvas, your back that is, in my bedroom for fun duty." Trev jumped up and skipped to his room; he took off all his outdoor clothes and just kept his new red underpants, put the dressing gown and slippers on, and skipped again, down the short corridor, to report for duty.

 

He lay silently, face down on the bed, and waited for Ben. Ben had stayed behind, to put the dishes in the dishwasher, and to make a call to Subway, on Yonge Street, for lunch to be delivered. About a minute after Trev had lain down, he heard Ben enter the room and take his clothes off. Over the next couple of hours, Ben drew dozens of `pictures' on Trev's back, for example: - car, boat, house, fish, bus, dog, horse, giraffe, a bowl of fruit, cock, ear, hand, foot, and many others. Some Trev guessed correctly but quite a few led to a playful 5 strokes of Ben's spanking hand, and once that got a bit tired, a #1 paddle was used. Trev's charming young booty became quite red but Trev giggled, sniggled and chuckled most of the way and his ramrod tumescence stayed that way for most of this teasing torture, which he had requested. Eventually Ben decided that Trev's bum was red enough; he quickly applied a mix of lavender and marjoram oils to Trev's glutes, in order to soothe them and turned Trev over to find a stunning woody being presented to him. Ben immediately leant down and gobbled, rolled, licked and sucked away until Trev shot his load. Trev thanked Ben for the game and the servicing of his phallus. "May I do YOU now, sir?" Trev lay down and was treated to a good long going over of his piston until he shot his load down Trev's eager throat.

 

After lunch, Ben suggested they watch some of the videos that Trev had done with The Manchester Boys and four hours were happily spent doing that. A few times Trev blushed at what he had done, sometimes because it was a little amateurish, whilst other times it was quite hardcore, and he could see that Ben was slightly distressed by the things being done to the 12 and 13-year-old Gavin. At those times, Trev would say things like, "There, there, it wasn't that bad, I survived, and I'm here now", and lay himself back against Ben's wide chest, in order for Ben to cuddle him, stroke him and lower his head to kiss Trev's forehead, nose and lips.

 

For Sunday dinner, Ben sent out to Nando's, 832 Bay Street. After another very pleasant dinner, whilst they were sitting down on the settee, in their now habitual cuddle position, when Ben quietly said, "Well, my delectable, petite whipper-snapper, you have tired Daddy out. There is still a lot more to do tomorrow, including your second fantasy, so let's head to bed." Trev agreed and soon joined Ben in the stateroom, after cleaning his teeth, and having given his cock, groin, and arse rose a little wash and dry.

 

Ben greeted his prize, for the weekend, with open arms. There was no more onanism that evening or night but much smooth caressing, fondling and stroking with heaps of kissing. Eventually, neither really knew when, they drifted off into the land of Nod, where their dreams were certainly of the blue kind.

 


 

Sunday morning was a real sleep in; it was not until past 10.00 a.m. that breakfast, just like yesterday, with another 2 new juices savoured, had been finished and cleared up. Ben then asked "Well, Trev, what next, we have about ¾ of a day left together and I want you to set the agenda, please!" Trev thought to himself, there were three things on his mind: the second fantasy (Being tied up, and tickled); the door beside the lift, which had never been opened, despite the fact he had been encouraged to go everywhere else in the penthouse; and the deeply personal and special invitation that he wanted to make to Ben.

 

"Well, Trev, there are three things running through my mind, one is the second fantasy, which you already know about, the second is something I want to ask, because I am a naturally curious 14-year-old, and the third is some very special words I want to say to you. So, here goes, first I would like to start the day with that tickling torment (but no more than 20 minutes, please, more than that would, I think, lead firstly to me wetting myself and secondly end up in painful (cramp wise) knots; second, I have wondered, all weekend, about that locked door, by the lift, would you be willing to tell me where it leads to, please; and third, this has not been hard to decide to say but, on the other hand, it has not been an easy decision. As you know I did many quite gross things with The Manchester Boys, and there were quite a few of those things I didn't really enjoy; many of those tears, which you saw in the films, were not acting but, rather, real responses to harrowing pain. Quite early on, you told me that, with boys my age, you normally only finger fucked and I indicated that while I have been fucked, I really only liked to be a bottom when I am really liking, nay even loving, my partner. Ben, you have given me a day and a half, which has been more pleasurable than any similar period-of-time, which I can remember in my whole life. I want you to make an exception, for me, and fuck me. I want you to fuck me properly, fill me with your juices, and cause me to cum too, PRETTY PLEASE."

 

Ben replied, "Well my little jewel, I think we can accommodate all of that. Please stand up and stand to the side of the settee." Trev stood and Ben put his hand, in his right pocket, and pressed a `hidden' remote. The settee steadily rolled out into an `emergency" bed. Ben made sure the pillows were in place and asked Trev to lie back down. He then opened a small drawer, in the bottom of the settee, and pulled out soft, but suitably thick ropes. "Spread your arms and legs wide, my lovely plaything." Trev smiled and complied. Ben tied Trev up and then began to tickle Trev, first the toes, then the legs, armpits, shoulders, chest, and then the groin, including Trev's cock. Within a couple of minutes, Trev was giggling, squirming, wriggling, twisting, and floundering to his heart's content. As agreed, Ben stopped after 20 minutes and released Trev. He then lay his head down on the second pillow and encircled his jewel in his large arms. As it was daytime, and the penthouse was centrally heated, no blankets were needed. Ben just simply continued to enjoy this 14-year-old boy's body, and Trev was happy to be of service, he had fallen in love with Ben. After about half an hour, Ben began to push Trev's undies down; Trev lifted his bottom and the undressing was accomplished very quickly. Ben then offered two of his fingers to Trev and said, "Suck them, please." Trev knew what was coming; accordingly, he sucked those digits very well, making sure they were made very wet. Ben inserted the two fingers into Trev's eager anus, and played and stretched away.

 


 

Pointing at the locked door, Ben said "You asked about that door, little one. I have not wanted you to go down there before, because some of my staff sometimes work on Saturdays. It is Sunday now and my office will, definitely, be undisturbed, not even by a cleaner or security guard. The door, and then spiral staircase, leads down to my office, the `cockpit' of the Buxton Empire. Let's go down, and I'll show you around; you can leave your clothes behind, even your slippers, the stairs and floor are all carpeted. Ben held hands with Trev and led him down the stairs. As they went down, Ben thought to himself, "Maybe I'll carry him back up, especially considering what he has asked, nay invited, me, to do to him." Ben showed Trev his private toilet and shower room, the small meeting room beside his private office, and then, finally the boardroom.

 

Ben then said, "I have given you your two fantasies, I will now, in giving you your third request, fulfil one of my own fantasies. Ben opened a cupboard door and took out a couple of Vermillion Green cushions and put them on the boardroom table, so they formed a portrait shape, going away from the head of the table, where Ben sat at board meetings. As though showing Trev to a seat in a cinema or at a dining table he invited the boy to step over to the place where he had put the cushions. Trev knew exactly what to do. He lent over the cushions, put his hands on his glutes, and pulled his butt crack as wide as he could. What Trev didn't expect, then, was the sound of a small razor, with which Ben proceeded to shave Trev's arse. Trev was, momentarily, surprised, but then began to enjoy the shaving of his most fundamental part. When Ben had finished he asked Trev if he might have permission to also shave Trev's pubes and armpits; he assured Trev that they would grow back quite quickly, but that such a look would also be very attractive to some of the punters out there. Trev replied, "True, go ahead." Trev's pubes, and armpits, were then duly shaved and he was left naked as the day he was born. Ben then turned Trev back over and requested Ben to again spread his cleft. Ben then pushed his undies down, lubed up his dagger, and Trev's hole, and gently entered the boy. Trev was quite used to being fucked, but, this time, he tried to tighten his sphincter, and boy‑cunt, as much as possible so he could properly feel Ben inside him, and give the fullest pleasure to Ben, by squeezing the invading rod as tightly as possible. Ben purposely took a few minutes to bottom out and then started the good old `out-in-out routine'. After a few minutes, Trev shouted out, "Harder darling, harder, I really want my body to know that it has been fucked by my special man." Ben obliged and after about another ten minutes, of ecstatic joy, for both of them, he came, just as Trev also shot his load of boy spunk."

 


 

Ben then produced a camera and took a video of Trev's spunk puddle on the boardroom table, his own spunk dribbling out of Trev's arse rose, and then dozens of frames of Trev, in various poses, around the boardroom, plus in other rooms in that executive suite, including: -

       lying, both face down, and face up, on the boardroom table

       draped, in various positions, on a board member's chair

       draped, in various positions, on Benjamin's chair, in the boardroom

       sitting in Ben's lap, in Benjamin's chair, in the boardroom

       draped, in various positions, on Benjamin's chair, in his personal office

       sitting in Ben's lap, in Benjamin's chair, in his personal office

       draped, in various positions, over the chaise-longue in Ben's personal office

       standing in various sexy poses, at different spots around Ben's personal office

       standing right at the office window, with his cock touching it

       standing right at the office window, with his bum touching it,

       in the executive toilet, pissing into the bowl,

       in the executive toilets, giving his private parts a good wash in the bidet,

       frames of Trev drying himself

       frames of Trev semi-covered, in various positions, by the towel

       frames of Trev, from various angles, fully covered by the towel

       frames, taken with the camera pointing upwards, showing Trev's arse, as he climbed the stairs back up

       frames showing Trev's sensuous, slow, dropping of the towel

       frames showing Trev's gratifying, steady donning of his undies, and finally

       frames showing Trev's pleasurable, continuous covering of his body, with his dressing gown

 

In many of the poses, Ben asked Trev to put his hands behind his head, or up in the air, so his newly shaved armpits were quite clear. With all the shaving that had occurred, this quite small 14-year-old, who naturally looked as though he was a 12-year-old, now looked as though he was maybe as young as 10 years of age. They then resumed their coupling on the folded‑down settee and recovered their composure over the next hour or so. Ben then prepared a roast beef dinner, which was heartily enjoyed by these two new friends. As they had to rise early, make sure that all of Gavin's stuff was packed away in his bag, and both be out of there by 6.00 a.m., they went straight to bed, and mutually helped each other to go to sleep, which both enjoyed.

At 5.55 a.m. Ben, having made sure that all of Gavin's stuff was safely stowed, handed Gavin the agreed money and gave him one last, long, French kiss. "Thank you, Gavin, for the most enjoyable weekend I have ever experienced. I just want to do and say one last thing, for now. You already have Clive's phrase; I just want to give you one other thing. Sadly, though, it can only work if you are at or near Union Station. If things have really gone pear-shaped and you cannot even get to Brampton, call the number on this card, and simply say, to the person who answers (it will be my secretary, or me on the weekends), the single word, TREMENDOUS. I, of course, will know it is you, and where you are. All my secretary knows is that if anyone ever calls that number, she is to answer it, hear the word and then say `Ben is on his way'. She then contacts me, wherever I am, and whatever I am doing. I will be at the clock, in the ticket lobby or `Great Hall', of Union Station, within 10 minutes. If I am not here, there will be one of my most trusted friends there, in the same amount of time. He will know you because a picture of your face is now recorded against that word, where your name `Trevor' is also recorded, on a special computer account, which only Matthew, Leo, Patrick and Matthew's disciples have access to."

 

They then went down in the lift together, Ben gave Trev one last brief kiss, and with tears in his eyes said, "Be safe, go well". Gavin walked out and decided to head back to Union Station for now. He found a take-away place at the station and ordered an OJ and toast with peanut butter. He wasn't sure what to do next; this past weekend had been so euphoric that he felt as though he was just floating on clouds, for now. He had the $2,500, in $100 and $50 notes in the inside, zipped-up, pocket of his coat, a parting gift from Ben; he, therefore, decided to just hang out for a while; he enjoyed trains.

 

At about 10.30 a.m. he needed to go to the toilet and so headed for the gents. He went to the urinals, took his penis out, and started urinating. A few seconds later, another boy, of similar age to himself, came and stood by him. For no particular reason, he started mumbling, a bit under his breath, but still audible, the key phrase, "Turkey Clive Safety". A few seconds later, he went back into the concourse, followed a few seconds later by the other boy. Sylvester summoned up his courage, thinking to himself, "all he can do is diss me. I couldn't be in much worse a situation than I am now." "Hi, friend, I couldn't help but hear what you were mumbling. Have you heard of the suburb, Brampton?" "Yes, what of it?" "In for a penny, in for a pound." "Is your name, Gavin, Clive sends his greetings and told me to suggest to you that we should hook up and work together; he thinks we'll make more money, as a couple, rather than singly." Gavin hesitated and said, "What address do you have in Brampton, and what names?" "55 Locarno Street, where Leo, Patrick and Matthew live." "Let's go and get a Coke and chat. What's your name, friend?" "Sylvester" Is that your real name?" "Of course!" "Look friend, it's safer, round here, for there to be as few people as possible who know your real name, choose a pseudonym, please!" "True, I'll be Harvey from now on." Trevor (Gavin) and Harvey (Sylvester) have now met. What lies in store for them, in the future?

 

To be continued.


 

Other stories on Nifty, which have been written by this author

 

Lance and Philip - https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/relationships/lance-and-philip/
(I am the Philip and this is an if only story.)

 

Mr Hughes and the Brightons -
https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/mr-hughes-and-the-brightons
(I am Mr Hughes and this is another if only story.)

 

Jim and Pete - https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/beginnings/jim-and-pete/
(All I can say is - Pete is me (in substance, but not all true, though much is), and Jim is loosely based on a real person BUT it didn't work out anything like the story.)

 

After Bosworth Field - https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/historical/after-bosworth-field/
(An historical drama flowing out of the Battle of Bosworth Field – it will probably never be finished, but it will be an ongoing task and I have encouraged other authors, though I have never yet received any offers, to write additional back stories, extensions of the model etcetera)