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Toil and Turmoil

Egregious; a word that is seldom used in modern intercourse. Possibly because of its oxymoronic quality, or maybe it just died out like everything is want to do. Despite its archaic nature, the word still holds meaning and value in the anachronistic persons of today such as myself (the author) because of that quality. It succinctly defines English sociology, climatology, political science and so much more in one wonderful word. The atmosphere, on this night for example, was egregious. Dim, dull, and yet unusually warm. It is barely dusk, but the glow of the sun still manages to heat the air enough to allow those still wandering the streets to dress down. There are those whom have already ended their day and begun their life of imagination, but there are also those who's work has just begun. What is so marvellous about living in a city, is that it never sleeps. It may be cliché, but that doesn't negate its truth.

Let us take this dark corner of the sub-urban area, just before the city boundary, where a small group of women are chatting amongst themselves in the piercing common tongue. Each word formed through the nasal cavity and blended with the next to create this dreadful slurry of grammar, to a point where animal communication seems coherent. Their dress is hideously gaudy and unfortunately fashionable, but with slightly less of it than common female folk; they have their motives, of course. I doubt I need to dwell too much on their intentions or reason for being where and when they are, but it does always make me wonder why you rarely see men do it.

Nevertheless, no more than three metres from that cluster of make-up and cheap fabric, sits a boy, 12 years of age. He is still, perched on a brick wall with a dark green hoodie and thick navy jeans on. He jerks his feet from time to time as a clear sign of myoclonus, but he tries to keep himself occupied by playing Crash Bandicoot on his DS. Not the GameBoy Advance because it never had a back-light. So with the hood over his head and his black trainers bumping the wall intermittently, he stays alone and quiet. That is until one of the gaunt females couldn't take the dated chiptune music any longer and creaked over.

"Turn that fucking music off before I throw that thing in front of a car," she ejaculates in not quite so concise a sentence, bending down to ensure audial penetration through the hood. He pauses the game and looks up at her calmly, veering his sight over to the other women.

"I don't think that would be wise," he says, returning his eyes to the questioner.

She erects her body and guffaws tumultuously. "Why the fuck not, you little brat?"

"Because, by comparison, you need all the help you can get; and I doubt throwing this ..." He shakes the device. "... at a potential client will do you any favours."

The towering mono-lithe fumes and brings her arm up to counter his verbal assault with one of a physical nature, before she spots an expensive vehicle with its plate lights off turning the corner onto that road. She quickly arranges her breasts and scuttles back to her herd to try and attract the driver. Knowing that she would not likely be chosen for her services, the child decides it best to reduce the volume on his machine and avoid further disagreements. He turns his head back down to the screen and mutters under his breath, "I wish I would have brought earphones."

The car inevitably slows and a window rolls down so the gentleman could view each woman in turn, while they all bend down and coo to him in their own nauseating way. The wheels do not stop until he reaches the last woman, the one who was recently berating the boy, of whom has now tilted his head, so sure of her rejection that he wants to see what kind of person would disregard that opinion. He sees very little due to the lack of light, but he could at least view the formal attire, perhaps implying his journey home from a professional day. The boy loses interest quickly and turns his head back down to Crash.

"Bit of a funny place to bring your kid isn't it?" he inquires to the lady.

"He's not mine," she returned sharply.

"Oh, I thought I saw you talking to him."

"I was just saying his music was too loud. He was sat there playing his little game when we got here and hasn't moved since."

"I see, thank you," he says, beginning to accelerate the vehicle again when the woman placed her hand on the frame of the open window.

"Wait, don't you want any of us?"

The driver simply clears his throat and shakes his head gently, continuing to move the car until she lets go. He keeps the speed constant, retaining a short distance from the curb until he is adjacent to the boy on the wall. The females naturally begin hollering perverse accusations causing him to jolt and turn his eyes to the gentleman staring directly at him.

"Get in," he ordered softly. "I'm gonna take you home."

"I don't want to go home." The man looked back at the women who were beginning to find natural ammunition to hurtle at him.

"Look, just get in. I want to talk. Please?"

The child also looks at the women, not really wanting to stay here much longer either. He pockets his DS and hurries around to the passenger side, opens the door and gets in. The man begins driving again just avoiding the barrage of stones and tells his extra traveller to fasten his seatbelt. The boy stays silent and looks around the car as he is driven off to an unknown place with a stranger, two very fundamental taboos taught all children at a very young age. Finding nothing of interest, he removes his game and unpauses it to try and finish the level.

"What's your name?" The adult asked as they approached a red light.

"Ben. You?" Came the response.

"Jack, nice to meet you."

"Pleasure." Ben stays focused on his game, unable to form full sentences until he has finished what he started.

Turning off onto a side road, Jack parks the vehicle by a large tree outside of a local vale. He turns the engine off and looks around outside for no real reason other than to stall for the time required to form his next question. He looks down at his little passenger and really begins thinking about how serious this situation was, unable to get the words _abductor_and _paedophile_out of his head. But before he could expel anything, the boy beats him to it.

"There, done." He closed the lid of the DS and placed it between his legs on the seat before looking up at Jack. "You shouldn't think so much, it's not a good look for you."

"What?" He shook his head a little and sat back in his seat with a grunt, looking out of the front window. "Sorry. I just can't believe what I've just done."

"Nothing yet, as far as I can see. I got in your car willingly, so unless you intend to abuse me, I doubt we'll have a problem."

"What? Oh, no, I wouldn't do that."

"Then would you mind unlocking the door so I can go?"

Jack paused, "I don't understand."

Ben sighs and holds up his handheld console. "See this?" Jack nods.

"Yes but I don't know what it is."

"It's a gaming device, and not actually mine, it's my dad's. I want a new one, but he's not willing to give me one unless it's for an occasion. So I'm doing some work to help me get the things I want."

Jack nods again, but a lot slower and with a more gormless look to his face. He retracts a few words before his next sentence, unsure really of how to react. "You mean, you're a prostitute?"

"Yes. It's good money and I'm well looked-after."

"Aren't you scared?" Jack asks, increasingly curious about the bizarre situation.

"I was, once. But now I have a radio heart monitor and tracker on me at all times, so if something were to happen, someone like you would be instantly incriminated. It's just a fail-safe."

"Right." The man puts his hands on the wheel, his blue leather gloves rubbing on the rubber. He takes a few deep breaths before suddenly stopping mid-inhale. "Wait a minute, you're using some large words here; exactly how old are you?"

"The size of one's lexicon does not denote one's age." Ben retorts matter-of-factly.

"Lexi-what?"

"Vocabulary. My father taught me a new word every weekday with a length equal to my current age. He always said that if you can't speak well, then you shouldn't speak at all. And to answer your question prior, I am 12." Jack keeps still on his chair, still looking blankly around the car and out of the windows. "I hope you don't mind me asking, but I am very good at what I do, and I wouldn't be able to do what I do without absolute anonymity. So would you be totally averse to us doing just a little bit? As you can imagine, my age and sex doesn't make me a popular target due to fear or prosecution, and you seem like a very nice person. Plus, I really want a new DS."

Jack immediately starts shaking his head. "No. No. I ..." He pauses and looks at Ben. "I couldn't do that, I just ..."

"... haven't tried it yet." The boy finishes.

Shaking a little, the adult quickly starts the car again and drives off as soon as he is able, weaving through the traffic and heading to a large apartment complex. Ben sits back in his chair, smiling a little and holding on to his toy so it doesn't fall on the floor from the hurried travel conditions. Jack, terrified by the very thoughts that streamed through his mind, is unable to halt his actions of taking the boy home. He tries to shake the lucid daydreams of all the things his body wants but his head doesn't, failing miserably at mentally reducing the strain in his trousers. Driven purely by lust and curiosity, he enters the parking complex and rolls the car into an available space before shutting it down. He turns to the young man next to him whom is still smiling sheepishly, smiles back tentatively and removes his gloves before alighting the car. Ben exits too and shuts the door.

"Are you all right?" He asks.

"No, I'm really not. But right now I just don't care; follow me."

Locking the doors, the man walks around the back to the boy where he can finally see him in full form. He was indeed wearing a suit, white shirt, blue tie, black blazer and trousers, very dreary. He was not particularly tall, around 5'7", maybe 5'8", trim with short hair and a fearful flicker in his eyes. He grabs the child's hand and guides him inside the building through the stairwell to the lobby were a receptionist sits behind his desk ready to greet anyone entering the building. Jack stops and looks at him, knowing he has to go past him to reach the customer elevator. Carefully, he begins walking again, leading Ben by the hand still, and as soon as they come into view, the counterperson smiles and welcomes the gentleman back home.

"Hey Jack, home a little late today. And you've brought home a new friend." He chuckles, looking down at Ben.

"Heya, Nicky. Uh, yeah this is my nephew, Ben. My sister called me last minute just after work pleading me to look after him for a few days while she goes overseas to work on a job," he pants, only just able to string the words together.

"Oh, nice. Hi there Ben," he says softly, bending over the counter. "Nice to meet you." The boy extends his hand and grins widely.

"Delighted."

Jack shuffles his feet a little, watching as they shake hands and breathe a long breath when Nicky sits back in his chair to quickly give his monitor a glance over. He turns back to the twosome and wishes them a good night, to which they respond heartily and scurry off over to the elevator. Ben looks up at his escort with the same smile and presses the up elevator button.

"Good story," he says, looking forward.

He gives no response, he only looks around, hoping to not run into any other people who might know him or the boy. The metal doors open and he sighs as they enter the empty closet, pressing the appropriate number and watching the doors clamp back together. He relieves the child of his hand and leans back again one of the walls with his eyes closed. Ben copies him and takes his hand again, looking up at the figure. His gaze is met and they share a short giggle before the machinery grinds and the doors open once again.

"Come on you. Let's get you inside." Jack steps out and brings out his keys to open the first door they get to. He opens it and turns on the light.

"Ah, shit!" Ben exclaims, shielding his eyes and cowering away in the hallway.

"What, what is it? Are you all-right?" The man kneels down and puts his hand on Ben's back.

"Your bulbs emit white light and are way too bright. Do you have any warmer bulbs or a dimmer?"

"Yeah, yeah, just a sec." Jack stands back up and turns the dial on the switch, lowering the luminosity a little. "How's that?" The boy uncovers his eyes and looks back up into the room, able to see without squinting.

"That's good, thank you." He staggers into the room and leans against the inside wall. "Sorry about that, I have photophobia; so it was either you reduced the lux, or I'd have to wear these damn peripheral light sunglasses." He reaches into his other hoodie pocket and pulls out some tinted glasses. "Or, of course, you turn them all off and we sit in darkness."

"Is it really that bad?" Jack asks, shutting the door and leading Ben over to the sofa to sit him down.

"It can be. It kind of depends on the type of bulb. These are LEDs so they aren't too bad, but fluorescent ones are the worst. They make me very sick." He looks up at the man who looked even more worried than he already was. "Hey, don't worry. I'm OK."

Not totally convinced, the man stands back up and walks over to the kitchen counter, mumbling. "As long as you're sure. Do you want a drink?"

"Sure, got any cordial?" Ben turns his head and rests his arms over the back of the couch.

"I have orange, or peach."

"I'll have the orange one, unless it's with real fruit juice."

"It is, why? Don't like being healthy?" The man chuckled.

"I'm allergic." He stopped laughing.

"Fuck, sorry. Is peach OK, then?"

"Yes, that's fine. But make it weak."

Ben sits himself back down and takes off his hoodie, placing the glasses and the console on the wooden coffee table in front of him. He strews the jacket over the arm of the sofa and looks around the open-plan lounge/dining-room/kitchen area with a glass wall overlooking the high-rises scattered around the city. He pulls out his phone and wallet and places them on the table too so his jeans relax a little and gets up to remove his shoes and put them by the entrance. Wandering around the room he notices various paraphernalia of random historical and geological representation or value, like a replica Arc de Triomphe, and a Statue of Liberty. Continuing, he sees a large CD and DVD collection by a small entertainment system in front of another sofa and a localised area with a round, glass dinner table with matching leather chairs placed equidistant around it.

"Here you are," Jack interrupts, handing over the glass.

"Oh, thank you. You have a very nice apartment." Ben drinks a little, looking at the short tumbler the man was holding, with a black liquid in and several ice cubes.

"Thanks, I tried my best to make it look homely," he returns proudly, looking around. "It's just a shame I don't have anyone to share it with." His eyes lower and he takes a quick sip from the syrupy liquid. The boy takes his hand again and leads him back to the sofa where he was sitting.

"Sit down," he says, putting the water drink on the table with his belongings. Jack does so and looks at Ben, wondering how this is all going to start. "I don't want you to think I'm only doing this for money," he starts, kneeling down on the floor between the man's legs. "I've been with having sex with adult men for long enough to know that I really enjoy it, but I believe it has to be mutual. So if at some point, any point, you want me to stop, just tell me, and I will."

Jack's bottom lip quivers as looks down at his reforming tent, nodding slowly. He places a delicate hand on the side of the boy's head and leans forward to put his drink on the table too, bending down to kiss his forehead on the way back. Ben giggles softly and slides his small hands up the adult's legs until they reach the arch of the trousers. Kneading the meat of his thighs a little, he works his fingers all around the crotch, purposefully avoiding the throbbing mound in the centre. He brings a delicate finger to the tip and starts circling his nail around the circumference, each time adding a new finger, eliciting deep chirrs from its owner. Working them up, the little boy hooks some around the belt and its buckle to pull it away and reveal the button beneath. He quickly undoes that and then flips up the pull on the zipper to open up the fabric tomb and expose the straining briefs underneath. Ben grins and leans in to give the underside a long lick, heating and wetting the cotton, and the skin under it, making the man groan and breathe heavily.

The boy moves his hands up his body, stroking the fuzzy belly under the shirt while his tongue continues to work over the taught underwear. Satisfied Jack was sufficiently pent up, he moves his hands back down, taking the waistband of the briefs with them. The adult lifts up his hips and helps Ben out by pushing them and the trousers down, releasing the entirety of his penis right before his innocent face. The little man takes a few moments to fully take in the glory of what he beheld; a seven inch, circumcised penis with a slight downward bend and two plump, heavy balls weighing it down below it.

"Wow, that's a really nice penis. I haven't played with many circumcised cocks before," Ben says, admiring the member and taking it in one hand to look all the way around.

"Do ... do you like it? Asked Jack, slowly rubbing his belly, unsure of what to do with his hands.

Instead of answering, the boy just bends his head down and starts sniffing the balls, taking in their faint musk before extending his tongue once again and licking them and all around them. His hand remains on the pulsing meat above, as it leaks down onto his fingers. The little tongue works its way up the shaft, collecting the pre as it does, while his other hand moves down to fondle and gently squeeze the now moist sack. When at the tip, Ben closes his lips on the opening and begins pushing himself down, forcing the thick penis into his mouth, deeper and deeper until his nose hits the hairs on Jack's groin. They both moan, Jack more-so due to the large cock restricting airflow in the other.

"Oh, God," the adult exhaled, placing a hand on the boy's head to stroke his soft hair. "No one's been able to do that with me before." Ben pulls off, licking his lips and now gripping the hot, wet cock in his free hand.

"First of all, thank you; secondly, God isn't the one sucking you, so let's leave him out of this for now, eh? Also, no one? How many people have you been with, if you don't mind me asking?"

"Heh, sorry." Jack chuckled quickly, running his fingers though the boy's hair. "I don't mind, but how about I tell you later?"

"Fair enough, sir. I don't need to be home tonight," he says bluntly as his head sank back down on the member, taking the head down his narrow throat once again.

Jack moaned and shivered with pleasure, his hand on Ben's head taking a slightly firmer grip. Elevating his hips once again, he forces the member half an inch deeper into the boy's tight mouth, getting increasingly horny. The kid pulls his head up, but then returns to the previous position for another deep suck, repeating this process slowly. The man keeps his hand on his head, starting to take a slight control of the oscillatory movements The overwhelming sensations taking over his body and actions as he stares at the boy pleasuring him, unable to look away, unable to do anything but enjoy it, unable to hold back. Ben pulls back half-way and starts working over the head with intricate attention, licking all over and sucking strongly on the fat shaft, eyes closed and hard as a rock in his own clothes.

"Ah, damn you're good," Jack exhales, biting his lip.

Ben smiles a little, but stays professional and continues his work. The man grunts and lays his other hand by his side, they both grip at the fabric of the couch as his head lays back on the backrest, feeling his inevitable climax drawing swiftly near. His mind tries to tell him to stop, making him think that cumming in the boy's mouth is so much worse than what was already happening, but his body won the argument and made him forget about any consequences or repercussions from the whole event. He lifts his head, just enough to see Ben start deepthroating him again, almost as if he knew how close the adult was.

"You're ... you're gonna make me cum, little one," he gasped with intermittent pauses, returning his hand to the boy's head.

Again unresponsive, Ben just continues to suck, taking the whole member inside each time, and playing with the large balls beneath with one hand while the other adds slight pressure to the base of the penis. Listening intently for the adult's moans, feeling him start to control his head again with the weighty hand. Eventually, the man pushes the child's head down onto his crotch, groaning loudly as a thick spurt of semen shoots from the tip and coats the back of the little one's mouth. He releases the head so he can swallow the viscous fluid, but instead he pulls completely off and removes his hand from the adult's balls. He places both of his smaller hands on the slick cock and jerks it eagerly, keeping his mouth open so he can catch some of what flies out on his exposed tongue.

"Ah, fuck," Jack exclaims at the intense pleasure and sight of watching Ben's face get covered in two, three, four, five strands of thick cum.

He bucks his hips a little as the orgasm begins to subside but the rest of his body slumps onto the sofa. Ben giggles a little and squeezes the last of the liquid from the softening shaft and licks it up eagerly. He places the penis down on its side and climbs up onto the gentleman's lap wiggling his socked feet over the edge of the cushion. Jack lifts his head and is greeted with the wonderful sight of an adorable boy with thick semen strewn all over his face. He laughs and grabs the boy's hips to sit him down properly on his lap, sitting up a little to get a good look at him.

"Could I have a tissue, sir?" Ben asks softly, with a little grin.

"Ha ha, sure." Jack picks him up and sits him on the other half of the sofa so he can bend down and pull up his trousers.

"Aww, can't you leave those off, for a little bit longer at least?" the boy pines.

Giving him a little smirk, the adult pulls his feet out of the holes and walks over to the glass wall to pick up the box of tissues by a singular chair. He goes back over, cock swinging happily between his legs and hands over the box before sitting back down. Ben pulls out a couple of sheets and begins to clean his face.

"Aren't you worried about people looking in?" he asks, clumping the damp tissue into a new one and setting it down on the table with the rest.

"Hmm?" Jack looks over to the large window. "Oh, no. you can only look through it one way." He turns back and shuffles a little closer. "Or so I'm told."

"Well I suppose it's too late now," Ben giggled.

"Yes, I very much suppose it is."

"Could I ask you to do two things for me, sir?" The boy turned his body so his body was facing the adult and leaned back against the armrest.

"What is it?"

"Do you think you could undress me while you tell me about the thing we talked about earlier?" He fiddles with the bottom button on shirt, still quite hard.

Jack looks over the little body, looking at the bulge a few times. "You mean about my past experiences?"

"Yes, sir. We have to do something while this thing recharges," Ben says, cheekily, and extending a leg to poke the head of the man's penis with his foot.

"Heh heh, oh I could already go again, but let's have a little bit of intimacy before we continue, eh?" he says, eliciting a slight nod from the boy.

The man pulls off his tie and shuffles closer still to the young boy, extending both hands to place them on his hands on his belly to pull them off and place them by his side.

"I used to be married," he starts, solemnly. "She and I had been together for three years, before we finally decided we were first of all ready to bind ourselves together legally, and then eventually to have a child. We got married on the very day we first started seeing each other and I got her pregnant on the night after." Jack slowly started undoing the buttons on the boy's shirt, when he reached the last, he spread the halves and exposed his bare upper body. Taking a moment to enjoy the view, he stopped talking and leant down to give the boy's belly a little kiss. "Nine gruelling months later, a little boy was born; our little boy." he continued, stroking Ben's chest with a little softness to his tone. "But ... but he was ... ill. Something got passed down from my family, and he died." He stopped again, staring at the cute belly below his head.

"I'm sorry," Ben says.

"Oh, don't be. I made peace with it a long time ago. But Sarah couldn't take it. She went crazy and we filed for divorce no more than a month afterward." Jack paused again to pull the boy's upper body forward and remove the shirt from his arms and toss it on the floor. "That's why I picked you up, you know. I still have that paternal instinct buried deep inside me. I couldn't bear to see you all alone in the middle of the night."

"You're so sweet." Ben smiled and laid back down on the armrest.

Jack chuckled a little. "And you're a cutie," he says, giving the boy a little kiss. "But yeah, after that, I found it difficult to love again, so I focussed on work and became reasonably successful." He moves his hands down the soft body to the trousers and starts undoing the button on them. "I've had a few women over the years, one or two men depending on my mood, but never anything solid. Sometimes I get urge to release my sexual frustration, so I go perusing the streets; and this time, I found a beautiful little boy with an unusual personality." He pops the button and pulls down the zipper.

"We don't have to keep going if you don't want to, sir." Ben begins, somewhat begrudgingly, having already gone down a little from the story.

Jack chuckles again and shakes his head. "It's too late for that, pup. You've got me hooked, and now all I want right now is to continue doing very bad things to you." He points to his penis which was now fully erect again.

"Wow," the boy awed, licking his lips. But before he could say anything more, the man pulls down his jeans and puts them on the floor by the shirt, but leaves the socks on.

"My my," he starts, taking ahold of the four-inch boner, starting to pull the foreskin back. "You really like seeing my cock don't you, boy?"

"He he, maybe." Ben lifted his hands to his mouth and nibbled on a finger, almost completely naked.

"Mind if I ask you something now, pup?" Jack inquires, bending down to give the throbbing shaft a long, wet lick, causing it to bounce.

"Not at all, sir."

"How much would you charge for all this?" Tongue now lashing the little balls.

"I'm not sure yet, sir. To be honest, I didn't think price would be that much of an issue for you." The boy blushed a little, kind of realising he now has a sugar daddy.

"Oh it's not, I was thinking, that instead of money, I just buy you a new ... one of those things." Jack gestures at the device on the table.

"You don't need to do that, they're more expensive than what I would have charged. Plus, my master likes to get a little bit of my money for setting this operation up with a few of his friends. He told me I can stop doing it whenever I want, it was just to get a little pocket money doing the thing I like doing best."

"Well then, it's settled. I'll give you a hundred for your master so he doesn't feel cheated, then you can stop doing what you do and I will give you anything you want." The man reaches up to stroke the boy's face, pulling back the foreskin again with the other hand so he can lick the sensitive head. Ben simply sighs with pleasure.

"You, you really like me that much, sir?" he says shyly behind his hands.

The adult lifts his head and leans over to plant his lips on the boy's, instantly extending his tongue once more to begin roaming his mouth. Moaning gently, Ben reaches down to stroke himself a little during the deep kiss, battling the much larger tongue in the sloppy environment. After a few moments, the embrace discontinues and the kid's face lights up with overbearing lust.

"Fuck me," he pants. "And don't be gentle."

Jack grins widely and shuffles up to place a leg either side of the little frame, his stiff penis hanging a short distance from the boy's salivating mouth. "As you wish, puppy. But you've got to lube it first."

Wasting very little time, Ben lunges forward with parted lips, instantly engulfing the leaking shaft once again. The man grunts and pets the soft hair on his head, thoroughly enjoying the sight of seeing only his cute face where the penis used to be. The boy pulls back a little to take a few breaths before sending the meat back down his throat for one more time. He retracts his head completely and licks the tip of the penis, looking up at his dominant before turning his body around and getting onto all fours with his forearms on the armrest behind him.

"How's this sir?" he taunts, wiggling his behind and exposed anus.

Taking a few seconds to enjoy the beauty, Jack bends his body down and grips the boy's cheeks; one in each hand. He squeezes them a little and spreads them apart, stretching his tight hole a little, making him whimper. The man slides the tongue out of his opening mouth and presses his face forward against the soft behind, instantly heating and lubricating the opening. Ben bites his lip and presses back a slightly, softly huffing with content. The tongue darts around in all directions over the sensitive skin, teasing the muscles open so that he can push it in. The tip enters, but that's all. Jack retracts his head and kneels upright, placing his meat between the two buns and rubbing them together.

"It's perfect, but now let's see how good you are at taking cock anally."

Ben whimpers again, nodding firmly. "Yes, sir. I am."

"You'd better be," he begins again, rubbing the glans over the slick pucker, adding a little pressure. "Because just as you wished, I'm not going to be gentle"

Gripping the covering of the armrest, Ben prepares himself for the intrusion while the adult grabs the cheeks again to part them fully. He begins adding more pressure, and lubed only by the mixture of saliva and a little pre, the tip finally pokes its way inside the narrow orifice. The boy moans, his little penis still rock hard and throbbing continually, leaking a tiny bit of its own pre through the folds of the foreskin. Getting increasingly aroused, Jack keeps turning his hips forward, forcing the member in further, inch by inch, with the pup's anal muscles clenching down on it.

"Damn you're tight," he growls, staring intently as the final inch slips in and their balls rub together.

Except for a few intermittent grunts, Ben stays silent, focusing purely on the pleasure of his superior being so deep inside. He gasps and clutches the fabric harder as the rod is dragged out of him, feeling every ridge, particularly the rim of the head. Almost to the tip again, jack stops, moves his hands to the boys hips and pulls him back in one swift motion, instantly slamming his whole cock into his colon. Ben yelps and winces a little, feeling his underdeveloped prostate get prodded and ground.

"Until you tell me to stop, I won't, OK?"

"Yes, sir," the child musters, eyes tightly shut.

Satisfied by his assurance and eagerness, Jack begins a steady rhythm of back-and-forth motion with his lower body. The pulsing chunk of flesh slowly gliding over sensitive receptors, keeping the anus taught, and with every forward thrust gently squishing the prostate, making the recipient squirm and moan lustfully. Unable to move much due to the controlling grip on his waist, Ben simply does his best to push away from the armrest in opposition with the movements, trying and fit the penis deeper each time. The man rubs the base of the boy's back with his thumbs as he slowly begins to increase the tempo, gradually taking more control over the smaller body and less of his own hips. Their legs begin audibly slapping together as the speed of oscillation gets higher, his heavy balls swinging wildly and overall total stimulation driving him wild. The boy starts moaning louder, feeling his climax creep up on him. Feeling surprised by almost having his first hands-free orgasm he quickly stops Jack from continuing his forceful activities.

"Ah, wait ... wait," he pleads, making the adult stop instantly.

"What is it, was I hurting you?" he asks, moving one of his big hands up the soft back of his submissive.

"Oh goodness no, you're amazing," he begins, panting between every few words. "You're gonna make me cum."

Jack growls gruffly. "Then why did you stop me, boy?" Ben blushes a little and looks back at the towering figure.

"Will you fuck me missionary so I get it on my belly?"

The man grins devilishly and pulls his penis out in a fluid motion, admiring the gape before the muscles contract and it slowly closes. He picks up the boy and turns him around to set him back on the cushion, looking down at his little erection as it bounces and creates a tiny pool of pre. He bends his cock down to rub against the smaller version, making Ben whimper and buck his hips. Jack reaches under his legs and lifts them up so he can realign himself with the abused hole, taking no time to dilly dally with slow preparation, he simply slams the cock in whole. He immediately continues at the speed he left off, angling the kid's behind in such a way as to add more pressure on the prostate.

Quickly reaching out to the table next to them, Ben picks up his mobile, switches it to the video recorder and angles it down to get a top-down view of his hole being fucked with his hard penis in the shot. Staying silent so as not to get his voice in the video, the adult just continues slamming his shaft into his pup with a smile on his face, getting close to cumming again himself. The boy whimpers in bursts as his climax finally breeches and causes his cock to spasm and throb as three thin spurts of semen eject from the tip, sating him entirely. He gasps and shivers from being pounded throughout the orgasm, making sure to get the landing of his cum in the shot of the video.

Feeling his dominator's legs shake a little and his humping getting slower but more powerful, Ben grins up at the adult who nods in return. Jack groans as his second orgasm hits, his pulsing penis filling the boy's colon with five ropes of gooey spunk, making his final thrusts sound sloppier. He takes the phone off him and gets a close-up of the pull-out, focusing on the used ring as it hugs the shaft on its slow exit. The head plops out but the hole remains open allowing a dense stream of the viscous liquid to leak out. Gathering a little on the glans, he aims it back to the entrance and pushes completely inside one final time, eliciting a long chirr from the boy. Jack removes his penis again and allows Ben to lower his legs, switching off the recording.

"Thank you ... sir," the boy says softly, rubbing the wet patch on his torso.

The man leans over his body and presses their lips together to enter another kiss, his tongue invading the other mouth and groping the smaller tongue. His softening penis rubs against Ben's, leaking a little post-cum onto the skin. Breaking the kiss, he looks into the boy's eyes and smiles.

"I should be thanking you, little one. You've opened my world to something much more thrilling and dangerous than any other sexual partner could even begin to achieve." he sits back on his side of the sofa and leans back, cock flopped onto his leg. "If you want to get cleaned up, there's a bathroom over there; first door on the left." He points to a short hallways leading to the guest and master bedroom.

"Yes, sir," the child responds, lifting himself from the couch and waddling over.

The adult watches his behind as he walks over and stands up to go to the kitchen. 'Did I really just do all that, and enjoy it?' he thinks to himself as he removes a few sheets of kitchen roll to wipe off his genitals and the damp spot of cum left from what drooled out of Ben's intestine. 'It shouldn't be a problem as long as no one finds out. Nicky's the only one that saw me with him but the cover story was good enough. Thankfully I was smart enough to turn off the lights on my licence plates until I had got back onto the main roads, otherwise those hookers would have seen it, for sure.' Before his reverie could continue, the boy comes back into view and goes to sit back down on the sofa before he is stopped.

"Wait a minute, pup," Jack begins, resting a hand on the naked shoulder and putting the wet paper onto the table, "Why don't we go to bed. It's getting pretty late and we've been very busy."

"All right, I am pretty tired after all that." Ben picks up his phone and unlocks it. "I need to send my dad a message first though to let him know I'm OK."

"That's fine. Nice idea about the video by the way. I'd like a copy of that before you go."

The boy chuckles. "You got it, sir. We can swap contact details tomorrow." He finishes his text and the adult leads him into the master bedroom where they both remove the rest of their clothing and get under the covers.

"Your bed is so comfy," Ben exclaims, bouncing on his bottom a little.

"Thanks, I try to keep my life cosy in all aspects," Jack says, pulling the boy close.

"Thank you for picking me up tonight, sir. This experience has been better than all the other random hook-ups I've had. My dad, master and their friends is a different story, but this one has been really intimate, and I liked that."

"Your dad's in on it too then?" The man queries, rubbing his chest.

"Oh yeah. It's my dad's fault I'm like this. He started me off very young and it just never stopped. Sometimes he had his friends over, sometimes I had my friends over, like from school, and sometimes both at the same time. I've had a pretty weird childhood."

"Wow, I never knew something like that actually happened."

"Yep, it happened, and still does." The kid rolls onto his side and looks at the man. "Do you really want to keep me?"

The man holds the boy tightly to him and strokes his back gently. "I certainly do. You'd be just like a pet. You'd get lots of food, exercise, and you've always got a place to sleep, right here in this bed next to me." Do _you_want that?"

"More than you know, sir." Ben shuffles his body around to become the little spoon in the cuddle, holding tightly to the hand wrapped around his body. Slowly drifting off to sleep.

"Goodnight little one, see you in the morning."

The boy mumbles a "Ni-night" before swiftly becoming unconscious. His new owner keeps a gentle hold on the boy as he too fades his reality. What went through the adult's mind at this point can only be described by David Sylvian:

If you were afraid you didn't show it,

You who were born bearing the face of irrepressible grief,

So as not to disappoint you I lay motionless,

Rapt by the rise and stall of your breathing,

Your fingertips and thighs quietly affirming my place at your side.

End