Date: Fri, 08 Nov 2013 14:17:37 -0600
From: darkchild@hush.com
Subject: Asylum Dare (Gay/Adult-Youth)

Disclaimer:

	This story is purely a work of fiction.  Any resemblance to persons
living or dead, or to events that may have occurred, is purely
coincidental. Additionally, the actions of the characters in this story are
in no way intended to show approval of, or give sanction to, their actions,
or encourage similar actions by others.  All characters in this story are
really represented by adults over the age of 18.
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        I had been working at the corner convenience store of our small
town for a few months that summer.  Every day it was the same: kids coming
in to buy candy and what-not.  Most of them moved in little packs around
the store carrying on about what they had planned for the day.  One day a
group of about 5 11-12 year olds came in talking about starting a new
clubhouse somewhere when a younger child of about 9 came in and started
bothering them.  He was an adorable thing with dark brown hair hanging in
his face and blue eyes.  It was obvious they didn't want him around, but he
was persistent.  I listened as they were chatting it up by the cash
register snacks telling him he couldn't be part of their new club because
it was only for older braver kids.  "I'm brave" he replied defiantly.
"Ha!" the oldest one said "We have strict rules about who can be in and who
can't, I bet you couldn't even pass our initiation."  "What initiation?"
the young boy replied.  He simply replied "it's different for everyone, but
it's always terrifying." "Yeah, terrifying, like you'll piss your pants
like a baby" another said.  And they all started laughing, but he was
undeterred.  So, finally they walked down to the end of the counter
whispering while the young boy stood unmoved with his arms crossed waiting
for them to approve him.
	Slowly I wandered down to the end of the counter, pretending I was
cleaning there, so I could listen in.  The oldest one said "This kid is the
most annoying one in the neighborhood, let's mess with him and make up some
super hard initiation and then he'll leave us alone." "Good idea." said
another. "How about the old asylum we used to play by, there's still a
broken door we can get in through.  We can tell him he has to spend the
night in there on the operating table." They all laughed as quiet as they
could and then walked back over to him.  I couldn't make it all out, but I
could hear enough.  They were really hamming it up with the scare tactics.
One said "If you leave the operating room before we come back for you, the
crazy people they left in there will come and get you, so you better stay
put!"  "They were so crazy no other asylum would take them, so they just
left them there, to eat small children that tried to wander through there
without permission."  I could tell by his face that he was concerned, but
he still crossed his arms in an attempt at bravery.  "Okay then pipsqueak.
Tell your mom you're going to a friend's house and meet us by the path to
the asylum right before dark.  Unless you're chicken.  Otherwise, never
bother us again."  Then they all left him there in the store, laughing as
they raced down the street on their bikes.
	The young boy glanced over at me briefly and walked up to pay for
his candy and followed them out the door.  Of course, I couldn't help but
wonder, would he try to go through with it?  I knew the path they were
talking about, but I wasn't sure I should go check it out.  Finally
curiosity got the better of me and I wandered through the back woods to the
place where the trail starts and stayed back a bit to see if anyone showed.
To my surprise all of the older boys were right on time, goofing around.
It was very nearly dusk and it looked like they were about to give up when
the young boy wandered up to the trailhead.  "What the freak? Where have
you been? Why is your hair wet?  Are you just sweaty with fear? You should
be.  This is your last chance to turn back."  He mumbled something about
his mom making him take a bath before he went to his friend's house and
they all laughed at him.  "Come on" they aid "let's get you set up before
we get eaten too".
	I followed at some distance until they got to the old asylum.  It
was built in the 20s but had been boarded up for some time to keep vagrants
out.  It was very overgrown and I wondered about the wisdom of my adventure
probably as much as the boy did.  When I arrived I could hear them talking
inside the building so I went around to a broken part of the window where I
figured they were and lucked out.  I could see directly into the room, but
the window was so dirty and the lighting was such that they had little
chance of seeing me eyeing them.  It did, in fact, look like an operating
room, but trash and debris was everywhere and they began digging through
the lockers for supplies.  Then the older boy continued to speak saying
"Okay Sam, this is it.  If you make it through the night, you're in our
group.  If not, you've probably already been eaten and we won't have to
worry about you anymore.  You can sleep right here on this metal table
here." Suddenly one of the other boys shouted with excitement "Look what I
found!" and brings out an old straight jacket from the locker.  It was
tattered and dusty, but the older boy was quick with a story.  "Ahh yes,
the jacket of crazy john harper.  Something tells me that if you leave here
wearing that, he will definitely come find you.  They say he still roams
the halls here at night.  I think you should wear it . . . unless you're
too scared."  The young boy was still defiant and snatched the jacket from
the older boy and tried to put it on.
	It took them several minutes to figure out how to do all the
buckles and laces but the managed to put the filthy thing on him and cinch
him up over his sweats he was wearing.  "Okay guys help me get him on the
table." As they lifted him up they started buckling him down with the broad
straps.  "Just in case you think about chickening out." they said.  By this
time they were starting to turn on flashlights so they could see.  "Okay I
think he's almost set.  He just needs one more thing."  With that he pulled
out a black swatch of cloth and fashioned it like a blindfold over the
boy's eyes.  "This is so you can't see old John Harper before he eats you.
We'll be back in the morning to see what's left of you pipsqueak" and with
that they started to leave him there.  As the last one crawled back out
their makeshift entrance I heard one yell back inside I hope you still have
your kidneys in the morning!" and they laughed collectively down the trail.
	I was furious that they had actually left this kid out here.  True
he brought some of it on himself, but even I was scared to be out there.
He had no way to escape at all till they came for him, if they came back at
all.  I waited about an hour, kind of keeping watch over the area to see if
they were just messing with him and were planning to come back, but no one
came.  They had really abandoned him, and I could hear him crying silently
through the window.  I couldn't help it, I had to crawl in and survey the
scene first-hand.  Climbing through the broken opening was not a silent
process.  But as I approached the "operating room" I tried to soften my
steps. Even so, there was so much fallen plaster and rubble that every step
had an unmistakable crunch that he could no doubt hear.  For a while I just
stared at him there, tied up like a present, or an offering on some
sacrificial altar.  As I looked around him and the room more clearly with
my own flashlight it was clear this wasn't an operating room, but some kind
of exam room.  Either way, it was still scary.
	Finally he spoke "Whho-ho- is th-there-e?" I didn't speak, I just
took it all in.  It was frightening but also a once-in-a-lifetime
opportunity to do whatever I wanted with a boy who would never see my face.
I struggled for a few minutes with the notion.  I leaned in over his face
and smelled his still-wet hair.  He smelled like fresh apples and
innocence.  Then he spoke again saying "Please John Harper, I didn't mean
to take your j-j-jacket.  They put it on me.  I'll be good I promise.  Just
don't eat my kidneys. You can have it back if you want."  Every word was a
puff of beautiful breath in my face.  I had to have him.  Finally I broke
the silence in the gravelliest, manliest voice I could make saying "give me
my jacket and you will live".  The boy jumped when I spoke but simply
nodded saying "I'll do whatever you want Mr. Harper, I promise."
	Slowly I started to undo the strap between his legs that is so
common on straight jackets of this type.  My hands brushing along the
crotch of his sweats furtively as I undid the buckle.  His hands were still
tied but his sweat pants were now free to be removed.  I pulled at them
slowly, revealing his beautiful tanned flesh underneath.  He shivered even
though it was stiflingly hot in the room. Next, I reached up to his
waistband on his briefs and tucked my fingers under the band and slowly
pulled them down.  To my surprise, his cocklet flopped out with a pop as I
tugged them down.  He was rock hard!  It was 3 inches, cut, beautiful and
so so smooth with a perfect dark pink head.  Apparently my fumbling with
the strap got his little manhood worked up.  I leaned over and started to
lick slowly up and down the shaft checking his reaction.  He whimpered
nervously. I ran my hands up and down his soft legs but struggled to get at
him better under all these straps.  I could smell the musty jacket on him
mixed in with the sweet smells of his boyish nature.  Finally I gave in and
took in his whole 9yo cock, licking up and down the shaft and swirling
around his cockhead.  He started to whimper and wiggle under the straps.
	I stopped and looked around the exam table and noticed it had
stirrups built in, and I pulled them out and set them up on the end of the
table.  They made a horrible squeaking noise like rust and metal grinding
together that scared us both I think.  I loosened his straps just enough to
slide him down where I could position him better and place his feet in the
stirrups.  He was no naked from the waist down and feet raised in exam
position while the rest of him remained constrained with straps and belts.
It was the first time I could see his ass and his tight pink boihole.  His
skin was amazing.  I just kept touching it over and over. But he had the
softest, roundest boy ass I'd ever seen.  There under his plump little
cocklet and ball sack was this tight perky smooth boipussy.  I leaned in to
look closer.  I laughed to myself that it smelled like bubble bath.  I went
back to his head and whispered in his ears in my crazy John Harper voice
"As a payment for borrowing my jacket without permission, you must carry my
seed out of this asylum.  It's the only way I can be free from this place.
If you let me put my seeds in you, no one will know I have escaped.  Do you
agree?"
	The boy stuttered for a second "w-w-will it hurt?" I replied "only
for a moment.  Are you scared?" The boy then tensed up and tightened his
lips.  "I'm not afraid of anything Mr. Harper."  That did the trick.  I
knew if I played on his stubbornness I could get him to comply, not that he
had much choice.  So, I returned to the other end of the table to exam my
prize.  I leaned in like a hungry animal and started licking and tonging
his hole deeply, preparing the hole for its inevitable penetration.  One
finger, slowly pushing in.  Damn it was so tight I thought my finger would
be pinched off.  It was going to be either very difficult or very painful
to make this work, but I kept at it.  Finally two fingers were going in,
but it was a tough go.  I decided I needed extra lube, so I finally took
off my own pants and set them aside.  I held my cock up to his hole and
started to squeeze it a bit until a long stream of precum oozed out and
directly onto his hole.  I quickly used my fingers to push it in.  It took
several minutes, but I was able to dribble out enough fluid to make his boi
cunt nice and slippery.  It was time.
	I didn't talk anymore.  I just pressed my cockhead up to his
virginal boyhole. I knew it was gonna hurt.  I wasn't that thick, but I had
a giant mushroom head.  One . . . two . . . three and I pressed it quickly
into the opening until the head popped in.  He screamed out in a boyish
scream.  It scared me it was so loud.  It was tight but it was in.  "Let me
plant the seeds and I will release you" I said.  It was slipperier than I
imagined.  Maybe it was the lotion after his bath, maybe my precum or spit.
I don't know.  But somehow I was getting deeper inside this hot little
fuck.  I pushed in more feeling his warm wet anus grip my cock like a tight
fist.  Pushing deeper each thrust until I was balls deep in his fully
exposed hole.  It was time to start getting the deed done.  I started
sliding in and out, faster and faster while he wiggled and struggled
against the straps.  His cocklet and balls now bouncing with each powerful
thrust.  I could feel myself swelling inside him, and apparently so could
he.  He began to cry out louder as my cock head grew for the massive spurt.
I plunged in with a final thrust and blew rope after rope of cum inside
him.  I was spent.  He was crying.  Slowly I pulled out until the head got
to his uber-tight boy sphincter.  "One more tug" I said, and then watched
as my head slowly emerged from his perfectly smooth hole and cum dribbled
out everywhere.  I cleaned it up with my shirt as best I could until he
stopped dripping at least.  Then I put his clothes back on him and returned
him to the way he was when I found him.
	I leaned in to his ear and said to him "thank you for setting me
free.  You truly are brave.  All that's left is for you to go home and wash
up and rinse my seed down the drain and I will be free.  Don't forget or I
may start to grow inside you. You truly are brave as they say." With that
he smiled and said "I will, for sure I will I promise."  I told him I was
leaving now but that no one else would bother him till morning.  And I did,
I stayed there until I heard the boys coming up the path the next morning.
A few days later the boys all came into my store again, oblivious to my
role in their shenanigans.  Among them was the 9 yo boy who had proved his
worth by braving the night in the asylum.  Of course, no one believed his
tales about a real John Harper coming to visit him, but I knew better.


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