Date: Mon, 3 Feb 2014 15:12:58 -0800 (PST)
From: Top Cat <tc25014@yahoo.com>
Subject: Ronnie

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This is a work of fiction depicting sex between men and a teenage boy.
Should you be underage or prohibited from reading this type of story, you
should move on.  If you are offended by such content, you should move on.

				  Ronnie

	The boy trudged through the field, sniffling, as he carried a small
bag with all the clothes he could put into it.  Not that there was that
much.  Some under-wear, socks, some shirts and jeans.  He didn't have much.
He wasn't sure where he was going; only that he was going.  His only
concern was to get as far away as possible before anyone would realize he
was gone and look for him.  As he figured it, he had until 6PM before
anyone would know.  It was just past 8AM, so in his mind he had an
excellent opportunity to be far away.  In all actuality, he had no idea
where he was going; or in what direction for that matter.  He didn't know
north or south from east or west.  He was aware that there were directions,
especially on a map, but in a practical sense, he had no idea which
direction was which.  He had never needed to know.  He really didn't know
much.  He wasn't stupid or dense, just naive.  He was constantly
dumbed-down by everyone.  He was socially stifled and starved for attention
and affection.

	He lived in a world all to his own.  No friends with the exception
of a few boys he knew at school, but they were not really friends, they
were just boys at school.  He went to a small country school with only 8
boys and 7 girls in his class.  No one lived close by so he only saw them
on school days and never in the summer.  He lived in the country with his
mother and his stepfather. The man he hated.  His brother had run away
several years earlier because of that man and his sister had left after
graduating from high school last month to marry her boy-friend.  Now the
boy had decided that it was his turn to leave.  This was the last straw.
He was not going to stay there any longer.  He was alone.  But that didn't
really bother him.  He'd always been alone, with the exception of his dog.
His beautiful dog.  A German Shepard he had since he was 10, a gift from
his mother, to replace the loss of his brother.  The dog he loved and his
stepfather hated.  It was his life.  He knew nothing different.

	Even when he had lived in the city, he had no friends.  There were
a lot of boys at his old school, but they didn't like him, they didn't hate
him, but he couldn't even think of one boy that would be considered a
friend.  Then he remembered that there was one, sort of.  He had met him
during the summer between 6th and 7th grade.  Well he didn't really meet
him.  He had always known him.  They had been in school together since 1st
grade but never played together or even talked.  Then summer came and the
other boy went out of his way to seek him out and be friends.  Sort of.
They would spend the day playing army, cowboys and Indians, or cops and
robbers.  The other boy was a year older and of course bigger, so he always
decided which game they would play and he always won, no matter which game
it was he was always the hero.  Of course, the boy was always the prisoner.
And to make the game more fun and interesting, prisoners are always tied up
and forced to reveal information of interest to their captor.  Sometimes
the hero even had to hit the prisoner to get him to talk.  After a week of
this, the older boy got bored and decided that the games needed to be taken
up to the next step.  So every time the boy was captured a little
humiliation was added to the game and the boy was striped and tied and made
to do things to please and entertain his captor.

	Although it was still early, the hot summer day baked down on the
boy's slight body and bare head.  His short hair offering no protection
from the sun.  Tears slowly dripped down his red, flushed face, combining
with his sweat making trails through the dirt already collecting there as
he continued his journey into the unknown.  He eventually made it to the
highway.  He didn't know which highway it was or even where it went.  He
just knew it had to go somewhere.  He studied each direction trying to
decide which way he should go.  The was little traffic, but there were a
few more cars heading one direction than the other, so he decided that was
the best way to go, because more cars meant a better chance of a ride.  So
he headed off holding out his hand with an extended thumb like he had seen
on TV.  The cars continued to zip by as he walked down the road.  He had no
idea of how long he had been walking or even how far.  He just knew he
couldn't stop.  His only goal was to be as far away as possible.  Somebody
would stop to give him a ride.  They always did on TV and that was all he
really knew.

	As he walked down the highway, his mind again wandered to the older
boy and the games they played.  As the games got more exciting, at least
for the older boy, they got more humiliating for the boy.  Every time he
lost, which was all the time, he had to strip naked.  Sometimes the older
boy tied him up and did things to him.  Putting clips on his nipples, tying
weights to his balls and smacking them, shoving things into his boy-hole,
putting his penis into the boy's mouth.  Some times the older boy would get
him hard and masturbate the boy.  Some times the older boy would untie one
hand and make the boy masturbate.  There was hardly a day that would go by
that the boy wasn't striped and humiliated in some way.  It finally got to
the point that they didn't even bother to play their games any more.  They
would just go somewhere secret and the boy would have to strip and
masturbate in front of the older boy.  That went on all summer until school
started.  Then the older boy didn't really bother with him any more.
Although the older boy and his new friends would intimidate the boy at
school and push him around and into the lockers now and then.  They didn't
really bother him until later on in the year.

	The boy walked and walked.  Cars zipped by without even bothering
to slow down.  He was confused.  It didn't work that way on TV.  The
hitcher always got a ride within minutes of hitting the road.  The boy had
no idea how much time had passed.  He was hungry so he figured it must be
after noon and that got him thinking.  He had little money, maybe 15
dollars.  But the real problem was that he was in the middle of no where
and he had absolutely no idea as to how long it would be until he would be
some place where he could eat and rest.  He just knew he couldn't stop.

	The thought started running through his head that this may have
been a mistake and that it may be best if he turned around and started
back.  The real problem was that he didn't really know which way was back.
Sweat and tears streaked down his dirty face.  He had no idea what to do,
where to go, or even how to get there.  Again his mind wandered back to the
past and the older boy.

	The older boy had joined football at the beginning of the school
year and made several new friends.  The boy was again alone.  Well not all
alone.  He had his dog.  The dog that was always happy to see him.  The dog
that loved him and was devoted to him.  His dog.  His only friend.

	Each day the older boy and his new friends would trap the boy in
the school hallways and push him into lockers or the wall.  This was fun
for a bit then they decided that it would be more fun to hit the boy in his
balls as they had him cornered.  Several times each day he ended up on the
floor, curled up in pain as the other students laughed and walked over him
or around him.  Then, after the football season had ended, the group of
boys found that they had more time on their hands, especially after school.
So they decided it would be nice to walk the boy home.  Well, not
necessarily to his home, but to one of their homes.  It was a different
place each day.  Sometimes in one of their houses, sometimes in a garage or
garden shed.  It didn't really matter, the result was always the same.
Once they got to where they were going, the boy was made to strip, make
himself hard and masturbate.  He never got any pleasure from it.  In fact,
he didn't understand why he had to do it, other than it really made the
other boys laugh.  The boys soon tired and decided that the game needed to
be stepped up a bit.  The older boy told them of the things he would do to
the boy and they just had to see.  So, the game progressed with clips with
weights attached to his nipples.  Weights were hung from his balls.  The
boys smacked, tugged and pulled his balls.  Things were shoved up his
boy-hole.  He was made to kneel and masturbate every day after school.  The
boys enjoyed it so much they soon would go to his house on weekends and
collect him and take him to the hiding place of the day.  But they soon
tired of that and needed something else to entertain them.  So they began
to tie the boy's arms behind him and then to his ankles.  He was vulnerable
and in the perfect position to please them.  Day after day they would use
his mouth to their pleasure.

					  * * * * * * * * *

	The man had been driving all day and becoming more and more
frustrated.  He had been on the road for a week without any luck.  He had
seen plenty of hitch hikers but they were not what he wanted and he would
continue on without stopping.  He was of the mind that this had been a
useless trip and had decided to head home when he saw the boy on the
opposite side of the road.  He slowed down as he approached and saw exactly
what he had been looking for.  A boy.  A boy of about 12 or 13 and of
slight build.  Seeing the small bag he was carrying and the desperate look
on his face, he knew he had found his quarry.  It was to be a productive
trip after all.

	The man sped up, hurrying to the next exit so he could get turned
around and back to the boy before some do-gooder or john-law could get to
the boy.  He had been looking for the boy.  He needed the boy.  He smiled
and slowed down as he made the exit and then sped back up as he made his
way to the boy.  He slowed down as he passed the boy.  He did not want a
useless rider so he did not stop until he had a good look at the boy.  The
boy held out his thumb and looked at the man as he passed.  He was perfect.
The man slowed and stopped a short way ahead of the boy.  The boy stopped
and looked in amazement, surprised that the man stopped and wondering what
he was suppose to do.  He remembered that on TV when a car would stop, the
hitcher would run up to the car.  So he ran.  He didn't want the man to
leave.  He had to have a ride.  He ran to the car and arrived just as the
man was lowering his window.  The boy's eyes looked pleadingly at the man
as the man sized up and assessed the boy.

	"Do you need a ride?"  the man's smiling faced asked.

	"Yes, Sir, please", answered the expectant boy.

	"Well, get in then", the man replied as he peered into the car
mirrors looking for any approaching vehicles.

	The boy ran around to the passenger side.  He opened the door and
slid in with a genuine smile on his face.

	"Thank you, Sir.  I really appreciate it", he managed to say
between deep breaths.

	The man started off while eying the boy.  What a lovely boy he told
himself and congratulated himself as he brought the car up to speed wanting
to get some distance from where he picked up the boy before anyone noticed
him being picked up.

	"Where are you heading?", he asked the boy as he continued to
smile.

	The boy sat looking at the man as sweat ran down his face.  He
didn't answer.  He couldn't answer.  He had no idea.  His pause was just
enough to tell the man everything he needed to know, at least for the time
being.  He slowed down making the next exit and turned around heading for
home being very pleased with himself for being in the right place at the
right time.

	"Well, don't worry about it", he said as he patted the boy's thigh.
"We'll figure something out."

	The boy sat back in the seat, relieved to have been gotten a ride,
not even realizing the man was now heading in the opposite direction from
when he picked him up.  He was now on his way to..... someplace.  He
quickly decided that it didn't matter where he was going, as long as the
man was willing to let him ride along, he was satisfied that he would get
to somewhere that was better than what he had just left.  He reveled in the
luxury of the leather seat and the cold air conditioning.

	"You look pretty beat", the man said as he continued to rub the
boy's thigh.  "You look thirsty and hungry.  I know I am.  Do you want to
stop somewhere for a bite to eat and a nice cold drink?"

	"Yes, please", the smiling boy replied, just vaguely aware of the
man's hand.

	"Good, I'm starved.  We can stop in a bit and relax and eat", the
man said as he smiled at the boy.

	'Yes', the man thought to himself, 'this is going to be a great
trip after all'.  The boy returned the smile as he made himself
comfortable.  'Yes', the boy thought to himself, 'I'm away and as good as
gone.  This is going to be a great trip'.

	The boy lazily stared out the window watching the world zip by.
His concern about being alone and not knowing where he was going or how he
would get there had abated.  He felt safe, even confident, which was a new
experience for him, but he no longer felt overwhelmed and helpless.  He
continued looking out the widow as his thoughts once again returned to the
older boy and his friends.

	After they had striped him, tied him up and used his mouth, they
discussed what more the boy could do for them.  There were many suggestions
but most were just silly boy talk.  That is until the older boy announced
he needed to pee, but instead of heading out the door to pee outside, he
approached the tied boy smiling evilly at him.  The room became quiet.  No
one took him serious until he opened his pants, removed his cock and
started to pee over the boy, particularly aiming at his face.  The room
broke into laughter as the older boy emptied his bladder onto the boy.  Now
this was a new game and all the other boys were eager to join.  Within
moments, five boys had dropped their pants and underwear and started peeing
on the helpless boy.  One of his tormentors ordered the boy to open his
mouth.  He did, and the boy commenced to pee in his mouth yelling at the
boy to swallow it.  He did.  The other boys cheered as the boy emptied his
bladder into the boy's waiting mouth.  This would be a new game that they
would enjoy for a time.

	The man slowed the car down as they entered town.  The boy looked
up expectantly, acutely aware of how hungry he was.  He smiled as the man
pulled into the DQ.  The boy loved DQ and his mouth started watering at the
prospect of a delicious burger and pop.  The man parked the car and turned
to the boy smiling.

	"We're here", the man exclaimed as he rubbed the boy's thigh once
again. The boy returned his smile.

	They exited the car and made their way in.  The man suggested that
the boy go to the restroom to clean up a bit.  The boy agreed and smiled at
the thought of lunch and a cold drink.  He was beginning to like the man.
He was nice.  After all, he picked him up while dozens of others had passed
him by without a second look.  He hadn't pressured the boy on where he was
going or why.  The boy even liked it when the man rubbed and squeezed his
thigh. The boy felt good about the whole situation and smiled and nodded
his head as he proceeded to the restroom.

	The boy removed his shirt and cleaned himself up the best he could
using damp paper towels, removing as much of the sweat and dust from his
face, arms and chest as he possibly could.  He shook out his shirt and
dusted off his jeans with his hands.  He put his shirt back on and looked
hopefully in the mirror.  He thought himself presentable enough, smiled to
himself and went to the dining room to rejoin the man.  The man stood
waiting for the boy and his order.  He smiled as the boy approached,
thinking to himself that the boy looked presentable and that no one would
be suspicious of their company.  A man and his boy getting an afternoon
treat from the DQ.  What could be more wholesome.

	The man put his hands on the boy's shoulder and examined him.  He
smiled and told the boy that he had done an excellent job and that he
looked very cute now that he was cleaned up.  The boy beamed at the words
of the man.  His joy was, however, short-lived as the man left to pick up
his order telling the boy to hurry and order so they can eat and get back
on the road.  The boy was crestfallen.  The man expected him to pay for his
own lunch.  Not that he didn't have the money, but he had fully expected
the man to pay for him.  He wanted to keep as much money as possible
because his future was still uncertain.  He hadn't a clue where he was
headed and was afraid to use his money.  The man unsuccessfully suppressed
a smile as he saw the boy's smile turn to heartbreak.  The man moved on to
a table as the boy made his way to the counter with a feeling of dread
entering his mind.

	The boy made his way to the man's table and stood there looking
expectantly at the man.  The man smiled and nodded to the seat opposite,
noting the boy's fallen face.  They ate quietly, the man studying the boy,
the boy paying extra special attention to his meal, which was only french
fries and a drink.  He was on the verge of tears.  The man, noticing the
boy's distress, broke the silence.

	"Is something wrong?  You don't seem as happy as when we arrived
and you are barely eating.  Do you feel ill?"

	"No, Sir.  I'm fine.  It's......." the boy replied, lowering his
head as his voice trailed off.  He was unsure on what he should say to the
man.  After all, the man never said or even implied that he would buy the
boy his lunch.  The boy just sort of expected he would.

	"It's......... what?" inquired the man.

	The boy thought hard.  He had no idea how to respond.  He didn't
want to upset the man and he leave without him.  He loved riding in the
fancy car.  The leather seat.  The air conditioning.  Not having to walk in
the burning sun and melting heat.  If he said the wrong thing, the man just
may leave him.  The boy looked at the man.  Searching his face, hoping to
find a clue or a hint of sympathy.  The man wasn't smiling any more.  He
didn't look angry, but he made the boy feel uncomfortable.  His eyes
drilling into the boy.  The boy shifted uncomfortably in his seat.

	"Well, Sir, I was just wondering where you were going and if it
would be ok if I traveled with you.  I promise I won't annoy you or be a
bother to you.  I have a little bit of money I can give you to help with
the expenses."  The boy managed to get all the words out without stumbling
over them as was often the case when he was nervous.

	The man looked deeply into the boy.  This time he did suppress his
smile.  The boy squirmed slightly under the man's heavy gaze.

	"Well, let's discuss that."  The man replied, his smile returning.
"I know you are a runaway.  Your bag, you hitching a ride on a lonely
stretch of highway.  We need to talk about all of that and what your plans
are and then we can see what we can work out."  The man chose his words
carefully.  He wanted the boy to know that he had to tell him everything
and that the man pretty much had the final say in this matter.  The boy
cringed and slumped down in his seat.  The man studied the boy as he waited
for his response.

	The boy felt as if he couldn't breathe.  He didn't know what to
say.  He was afraid if he told the man too much, he would leave him.  Or
worse, take him back.  But he realized that if he wasn't truthful and tell
the man everything, he would know and he would surely leave him or take him
back.  The boy sighed deeply and unsuccessfully tried to blink away his
tears.  He closed his eyes and breathed out heavily.  The moment of truth.
The boy set up in his seat and leaned in toward the man across the table.
The man leaned in toward the boy.

	The boy admitted that he was indeed running away and that he had
let out early that morning.  He told the man that he did not know where he
was going; that he just had to go and keep going.  He said that he didn't
really know how long or even how far he had walked and was of the verge of
giving up when the man stopped for him, telling him how relieved he was
that someone finally picked him up and how great he thought his car was how
how nice the man was for stopping and helping him.  The boy told the man
that for the last few hours he felt happy and safe, although he did not
know the man or where he may be headed and that he had only hoped the man
would take him as far as he could. He told the man that he only had ten
dollars, but that he could have it, if the boy could ride with the man.

	The man smiled at this revelation.  The boy was exactly where he
wanted him. Desperate.  Alone.  Afraid.  Shy.  Insecure.  Sternly, yet
still smiling, he asked:

	"How old are you?"

	"13."

	Seeing an expression of doubt run across the man's face, he quickly
added that his birthday was three weeks ago.  The man nodded and his smile
grew bigger.

	"So, why did you run away?"

	"Because they got rid of my dog."  The boy forced out as he
silently began to cry.

	"Who?"

	"My mother and stepfather.  He made her take him to the pound this
morning.  He had been threatening me for a long time that he would do it
and he finally did.  He hated my dog.  He hates me.  He turned my mother
against me.  He made my brother run away and my sister just moved away.  I
have no friends, but for my dog and now he is gone too."  The tears started
to freely roll down the boy's face as he failed to control his emotions.

	The man, concerned about the boy's open crying, looked around to
see if anyone was paying any attention to him.  No one was, but you never
know.  He told the boy to go and clean his face and then meet him at the
car.  The boy was surprised and took in a deep breath.  He was certain the
man would abandon him with his sob story and crying.

	The boy weakly smiled and said, "Yes, Sir," as he headed off to the
restroom once more as the man headed off to the car.

	The boy washed his face.  He was relieved that the man didn't fuss
at him or scold him as he told his story.  Then, like a thunder cloud
releasing it's storm, the boy had a terrible thought.  What if the man left
while he was here cleaning up?  Was this a trick to get rid of him?  He
hated himself for crying and making such a stupid scene.  It seemed like he
was always crying.

	The boy hurried in drying his face and rushed out the door.  He had
to get to the man before he left him.  His heart was pounding as he made
his way to the front door, afraid that the man had left.  He stopped in his
tracks when he saw the highly polished Cadillac in the same spot as when
they arrived.  The man, sitting in the car, was studying a map and the boy
walked up to the car, opened the door and scooted into the seat.  The man
smiled at the boy and the boy smiled back.

	"Thank you," the boy said gratefully.

	"You're welcome," the man replied sincerely.

	The man put the car into gear and slowly drove out of the parking
lot, entered the highway and headed for home.  The man smiled and
congratulated himself as he rubbed the boy's thigh.  Yes, this was going to
be a very good trip indeed.

	They drove in silence, both deep in their own thoughts.  The boy
stared out the window, again watching the world whiz by.  His thoughts
turned to the time after he moved from the city to the country and the
older boy and his friends were no longer a part of his life.  He was happy
that they were no longer able to torment him.  But........his life once
again felt empty.  He was missing something.  But he had no idea what it
was.

	He thought of church.  He hated having to go to church.  Every
Sunday, his mother would wake him and make him go with her.  He hated
church and he was not inclined to set there and waste his time.  So as they
entered the church, the boy would say he was sitting with friends and
leaving his mother, would walk through the building and out the other side.
He would go to the park a few blocks away and there he would play, swing
and just sit, waiting for time to leave and go home.

	He would wander around, not doing anything particular, not going
any where particular.  Just ramble about.  Pass time.  He was always alone
and this was no different.  Then one day, his life changed again.  He was
sitting in a swing, thinking of nothing and of everything.  He heard a
sudden noise and looked up.  Standing in front of him was a man.  He was
nicely dressed.  Not in tattered clothes like a lot of men he saw at the
park.  But a nice suit.  He was clean.  Very tall.  And looked very
displeased.

	"And what are you doing here?" The tall man inquired in a deep,
gruff voice.

	"Nothing", the boy replied, feeling scared and intimidated.  "Just
playing".

	"You're quite nicely dressed for a boy who is just playing in the
park.  Do you always wear your Sunday best suit to play?"  The tall man
looked sternly at the boy.  His gaze burning into the boy.

	"I come here to play and wait for my mother." The boy unexpectedly
blurted out, then froze at his revelation.

	The tall man looked deep into the boy's eyes as if he was searching
for something, a small smile spreading across his face.

	"Well, I'm thinking that you may be skipping out on church and that
is a very naughty thing to do.  But if you are telling me the truth, we
shall soon see.  I will wait here with you for your mother.  When she comes
to pick you up, I will go and leave you to go about your business.  If she
doesn't, I will take you back to the church and we will find her and let
her know what you are doing and just how bad a boy your really are."

	The boy trembled.  He didn't know what to do.  Tears started to
form in his eyes and drip down his cheeks.  He looked beseechingly at the
tall man.

	"Please?"

	"Please what?"

	"Please don't take me to the church".

	"Well, I have to.  You have been a very naughty boy and you need to
be punished.  I can't just let you get away with this; now can I?  Come
with me and I will take you back and we will find your mother and she can
deal with you in the way she deems best".

	The boy stared at the tall man.  His eyes pleading.

	"Please don't, Sir.  I know it was wrong, but you can't take me
back.  Can you punish me instead?"

	The tall man smiled and looked at the boy as if he was considering
the boy's suggestion.  The pause lingered and the boy started to squirm.

	"Please?" The boy asked.

	"So, you are willing to accept my punishment?"  The tall man asked
in a deep, stern, sincere voice.

	"Yes, Sir."

	"No matter what it may be?"

	"Yes, Sir."

	"OK.  Come with me and I will punish you for being such a naughty
boy.  But understand you must do as I say and take your punishment,
otherwise I will take you to the church and find your mother."

	"Yes, Sir."  The boy meekly replied.

	The tall man lead the boy to the toilet block.  As soon as he
entered, the stench of stale urine assaulted his nose and senses.  The boy
was confused.  The boy was scared.  The boy was aroused.  The tall man lead
the boy to corner of the toilets to a trash receptacle.  He turned the boy
to him and knelt down reaching for the boy's belt.  The boy instinctively
grabbed the tall man's hand and tried to push them away.

	The tall man slapped the boy's hands and looked angrily at the boy.

	"You either accept my punishment, or I take you to the church."
The boy, accepting his fate, lowered his head and moved his hands to his
side and stood meekly in front of the tall man.

	The tall man stood up and looked down on the boy, reassessing the
situation.  The tall man took a step back.  "Now, to show me that you will
cooperate and accept your punishment that you requested, I want you to undo
your pants and then lower them and your underwear."  The tall man said with
his deep, stern voice.

	The boy stared at the tall man.  Tears rolled down his cheeks as he
undid his pants and then lowered them to the ground.  He put his thumbs
into the waistband of his briefs and looked pleadingly at the tall man, but
seeing no mercy or sympathy showing on his face, he lowered his underwear
and stood before the tall man.

	  The tall man told the boy to lift his shirt.  The boy presented
his smooth, slender body to the tall man.  The tall man excitedly noticed
that the boy was smooth with no hair whatsoever around his tiny, immature
cock.  The tall man also excitedly noticed that the boy's circumcised penis
was hard and erect, extending almost straight up.  The tall man turned the
boy around and pushed him over the trash can, kicking his legs apart to
expose his milky white bottom and tiny boy-hole.

   	The boy sensed the car slowing down as the man exited the highway
and pulled into a rest stop.  The man parked the car and looking
reassuringly at the boy, he patted the boy's thigh once again and said the
he needed to pee and asked the boy if he needed to go as well.  The boy
smiled and nodded his head indicating that he also needed to pee.  They
walked together and entered the toilets.  The man made his way to the pee
trough along the wall with the boy at his side.  They stood next to each
other and opened their pants.  The man withdrew his huge, semi-erect penis,
as the boy withdrew his small, immature one.  The boy couldn't take his
eyes off of the man's tool.  The man looked down at the boy watching his
every move.  They both released their streams into the trough as they
watched each other.  The man smiled at the boy, who never took his eyes off
the man's cock. They both shook the drops off and pulled up and fastened
their pants.  The man turned and made his way to the exit, the boy
dutifully at his side.

	They returned to the car and settled into their seats.  The man
took his map and started studying it as the boy watched him intently.  The
man looked at the boy, smiled and patted his thigh.  The boy smiled back as
he scooted closer to the man.

	"I'm heading to Houston.  We will be there in two days.  You are
welcome to travel with me or you may get out whenever and wherever you
like.  Once we get there, you can go your own way, or you can stay with me.
But understand and consider this very carefully.  If you stay with me, I
will expect you to do whatever I say and obey without question or
hesitation.  You don't have to answer right away.  Take your time and
consider it.  If you have any questions, ask.  You can accompany me for as
long and as far as you like.  But should you decide you want to stay with
me, you are committed and there is no turning back.  Do you understand?"

	"Yes, Sir."

	"Any questions?"

	"No, Sir."

	"Good boy."

	The boy beamed at the praise and smiled.  The man smiled back.

	"Give me your money."  The man's words hung heavily in the air of
the enclosed vehicle.  "You said you would help with expenses and I am
inclined to accept your offer.  We have a long way to go."

	The boy hesitated and looked questioningly at the man.  The man
didn't move or say anything more and just looked down at the boy.

	The boy raised himself off the seat reaching into the back pocket
of his jeans and took out his crumpled money and handed it to the man.  The
man took the boy's money and shoved it into his front pocket and started
the car.

	The man smiled broadly at the boy.  The boy smiled weakly back at
the man.  And they headed off.

	They soon merged onto the interstate, making good time.  Neither
talked, although they would glance at each other from time to time.  The
man had his hand on the boy's thigh and would rub and squeeze it
occasionally.  The boy liked the man's touch.  It made him feel safe and
secure and happy.

	After a short while, the boy became tired and started to nod off,
his head bouncing up and down.  The man smiled and encouraged the boy to
lay down, patting his lap, saying he could use his leg as a pillow.  The
boy smiled eagerly and laid down, placing his head on the man's leg and
curling up.  He laid there.  His eyes heavy and tired.  His mind wandered
again.

	The tall man came up to the side of the boy, enjoying the sight
before him.  The boy was presenting his bottom to the man and the man was
very pleased in what he saw.  The tall man rubbed the boy's bottom cheeks.
Rubbing them roughly and squeezing them.  The boy sighed.  The tall man
drew his hand back and then brought it down hard, smashing it into the
boy's unprotected buttocks.  The sudden slap startled the boy, who jumped
up and grabbed his bottom.  Tears started flowing down his face.  The tall
man put his hand on the boy's shoulder, urging him back over the trash can.
He held the boy firmly by the back of his neck as he rained smack after
smack onto the boy's smooth, white bottom.

	The boy laid there, bent over the trash can as the tall man spanked
and spanked.  Tears flowed and finally the boy started to openly cry.  The
tall man was well-pleased at the boy's distress and his bright red bottom.
He stopped his assault and then rubbed and patted the boy's bottom.
Smoothly stroking the boy and giving him words of encouragement about how
well he took his punishment.  The tall man continued to say soft, nice
things and rub the boy's bottom as he positioned himself behind the boy.
The tall man had been hard from the instant the boy dropped his pants and
he was even harder now after spanking the boy.  The tall man opened his
pants and let them and his boxers drop to the floor.  He spit into his and
and slicked up his hard cock and lined himself up with the boy's virgin
hole.  He put his hand over the boy's mouth as he leaned his weight onto
the boy and forced himself into the boy.

	The boy slept as the man patted and rubbed his thigh and bottom.
They traveled on without interruption.  Soon the boy sensed the car slowing
down.  He opened his eyes, at first unsure of where he was.  His head was
in the man's lap and the man was resting his hand on the boy's bottom.  The
boy stirred as the man slowly moved his hand up the boy's body and patted
his head.  The boy rose, moving closer to the man, who put his arm around
the boy.

	The man smiled and said:

	"Hey, sleepy head.  Did you enjoy your nap?"

	The boy, slowly waking, smiled and nodded, saying: Yes, Sir, thank
you.  I feel much better now."

	The boy peered out the window as they slowed and entered the
parking lot of a hotel.  The man looking and smiling at the boy, said that
he was hungry and tired and wanted to stop for the night.  The boy returned
his smile and looked at the clock on the dash.  7:45.  He was as good as
gone with no one to know where he was or even in which direction he had
gone.  A broad smile took over the boy's face.  He smiled at the man and
nodded.  The boy felt happy for the first time in a very long time.  He
also felt safe and happy to be with the man.  It was all going well, he
thought.  This was going to end up good he told himself, as the man rubbed
and squeezed him tightly.

	They checked in and proceeded to their room.  The room was rather
large and had only one Queen-sized bed in the center.  The man told the boy
to undress and that he could have his shower first and then the man would
shower and they would go to dinner and then rest up for the night.  The boy
smiled and nodded as he started to undress.  The man stared as the boy
removed his shirt then sat on the bed to remove his shoes and socks.  The
boy stood, undid his jeans and took them off.  He was standing in the
middle of the room well aware that the man was watching his every move.  He
picked up his jeans and moved to put them on the bed so he was standing
facing the man.  The boy removed his white briefs and stood to find the man
smiling at him.  The boy was not shy or self-conscious.  He stood straight
and and presented himself to the man as he surveyed the boy's young,
smooth, slim body.  The man told the boy to go get his shower.  The boy
turned and headed for the bathroom.

	The man could not believe his luck.  Here he had a boy, who
willingly and without hesitation took off his clothes and stood before him
as if he wanted to be inspected.  The boy was perfect.  Slim and smooth
with no visible hair around his penis or under his arms.  It appeared to
the man that he boy had yet to enter puberty or was just in the early
stages.  The boy's penis was tiny, barely the size of his thumb.  The boy's
testicles were small and still hung close to his body.  The man smiled to
himself as he considered how the rest of the evening and how things would
eventually go with the boy.  He was very pleased indeed.

	The boy stood under the shower stream of hot water.  It was just a
tad too hot but he loved the hot water as it eased his body and made him
relax.  He soaped himself up as he recounted that first time with the tall
man in the park toilets.

	The tall man had spanked him.  Hard.  And the boy found himself
enjoying it.  The painful smacks being applied to his bottom along with the
heavy aroma of the stale piss from the place, made him go hard.  He
especially liked it as the man rubbed and soothed his bottom after the
stinging spanks.  A sense of dread hit the boy as he felt the man line his
cock up to his boy-hole.  While the other boys had put things up him, this
was the first time he had ever had a cock in him.  He was mixed with fear
and excitement.  He screamed as the man rammed into him.  It hurt.  He had
never felt such pain.  The man leaned onto the boy.  Not moving.  Waiting
for the boy to adjust to his intrusion.  He whispered into the boy's ear
that he was a very naughty boy and how well he was taking his punishment.
The tall man slowly pushed in further, then pulled almost all the way out
of the boy's bottom.  He continued working his cock into the boy who slowly
adjusted to the vicious intrusion into his boyhood.

	The boy was tight.  Exquisitely tight.  The tall man continued his
movements slowly picking up speed as he pushed in and pulled out of the
tiny, tight boy-hole.  The tall man noted how tight the boy was, but was
certain he had had something up there before.  Definitely not a man, but
perhaps another boy had used him.  He considered this as he continued to
fuck the boy, relishing in his thoughts of de-flowering the virgin boy
under him.

	The boy lathered himself all over.  He had grown hard with the
thoughts of the tall man and his first round of sex.  He relished the
thought.  He liked it.  He missed it.  He wished the boys would have done
this, but they were content on just using his mouth and shoving things up
him.  He knew this was what he was missing.  The boy slowly washed himself,
avoiding his rigid penis.  The boy never masturbated unless he was being
made to.  He never understood the excitement in it, having never achieved
an orgasm.  He was only three-and-a-half inches, maybe a bit more when hard
and completely hairless.  He was amazed at how big the boys that used him
were and the hairs that most of them had surrounding their maturing cocks.

	Suddenly the boy was roused from his dreams and ministrations by
the man knocking loudly on the door as he entered.  The man pulled back the
shower curtain to see the boy's flushed, red face and immature erection.
The man smiled.  He told the boy to get moving as he still needed to take
his shower and he was getting hungry.  The boy turned too late.
Embarrassed to have the man see him and afraid the man might think he was
pleasuring himself.  But the man just smiled and closed the shower curtain,
while he congratulated himself again on a fine boy specimen.

	The boy rushed to finish his shower.  Rinsing off, he worried about
how the man now felt about him.  He knew the man saw his erection.  The man
did not scold him or even make a face at him.  But looked at him with his
pleasant smile and talked to him as if nothing had happened.  The boy
turned off the shower and stepped out as he grabbed a towel and commenced
to dry himself.  The man entered the bathroom, naked.  The boy stared at
his manhood, which stood proud and erect, measuring almost eight-and-a-half
inches long and about five inches in circumference and was uncut.  The man
was huge and had the biggest penis the boy had ever seen.  He could not
draw his eyes away from it.  Hair covered almost every part of his firm,
fit body.  The boy unconsciously and inadvertently licked his lips.  This
did not go unnoticed by the man.  The man smiled at the wet, naked boy.
The boy smiled back looking deeply embarrassed.  The man sat on the toilet
and motioned the boy to him.  The boy willingly approached the man.  The
man took his towel and started to vigorously rub him all over as he dried
the boy.  He placed the towel over the boy's now soft, immature penis,
while at the same time, rubbing his bottom.  He rubbed both vigorously,
grasping the boy's cock as he rubbed a finger through the boy's butt crack.
The boy swooned, sighed and almost fell over from the personal attention.
The action was having the desired affect as the boy's immature cock started
to rise.  The man smiled at the boy and then moved to his head and started
to vigorously rub his hair.  The boy's hair was a reddish-blond and very
short.  The man liked it.  It made the boy look even younger.  The man then
stopped and draped the towel around the boy's shoulders and looked the boy
up and down, noting his erection and the boy's lack of embarrassment.  The
man nodded to the boy and then spun him around and smacked his bottom,
telling the boy to get dressed and that he would be quick and they would
get dinner.  The boy acknowledged with a shriek and giggle saying 'yes,
Sir' as he made his way out of the bathroom.

	The boy emptied the contents of his bag and spread them out onto
the bed. His underwear, socks, shirts, jeans all in separate, neat piles.
The boy put on a pair of white briefs, which were a size too small for him
and stood there looking at his meager possessions.  He had taken all of his
underwear and socks.  He only had three shirts and three pairs of pants and
one pair of cut-off jeans he used for shorts.  He took a deep sigh as he
sat on the bed and pondered his situation.

	His mind wandered back to the tall man and the park toilet.  The
tall man had finished and exclaimed as he emptied his cock into the boy,
gasping with each squirt and thrust.  His semen filled the boy.  The tall
man rested a moment, then withdrew his still hard cock and moved in front
of the boy.  He looked down at the boy, who although had stopped crying,
still had tears streaming from his eyes.  He stood in front of the boy and
demanded:

	"Clean it".

	The boy looked bewildered.  The tall man shoved his cock toward the
boy, who instinctively opened his mouth.  The tall man shoved his cock into
the boy's mouth and again told the boy to clean it.  The boy started to
lick and suck.  He bobbed his head up and down taking the man deep into his
mouth, chocking and gagging and then releasing him, then licking up and
down the long, wide shaft again.  He then moved to the tall man's
low-hanging balls and licked and cleaned them as well.  The boy licked and
sucked until the tall man was satisfied.  The tall man pulled up his pants
and leaned in to the boy.

	"Be here next Sunday."

	Nodding, the boy said: "Yes, Sir."

	The tall man started to make his way out of the toilet, paused,
turned and smacked the boy again a couple of times, chuckled and said as he
left:

	"Good boy."

	The boy was brought back to the present by the man entering the
bedroom, still naked, displaying his still hard, erect penis.  The boy
stared as the man made his way to his fresh clothes.  The boy could not
take his eyes away from the man.  Looking him up and down and especially at
his enormous manhood.  The man smiled and sat down next to the near-naked
boy.  He put his hand on the boy's shoulder and gently squeezed and then
rubbed his hands up and down the boy moving close the boy's small package,
giving it a strong nudge.  The boy leaned into the man feeling safe, secure
and wanted.  The man pulled at the boy and stood him in front of him
between his spread legs.  He pulled the boy's briefs up tight to show off
the boy's immature bulge.  The man smiled, looking satisfied, then he
placed his hands on the boy's shoulders and gently pushed the boy to his
knees.  The boy understood and sank to his knees while not breaking eye
contact with the man.  The man nodded to the boy.  The boy was at eye level
with the man's huge erect cock and looked at it hungrily.  He opened his
mouth, leaned in and took the man into his warm, moist mouth.


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