Date: Wed, 16 Jul 2003 23:52:03 -0700
From: lapland@cyber-rights.net
Subject: Schoolboy Dare - part 7

The usual disclaimers.  Don't read this if you don't like stories that
involve boys and boys and men and boys.
If you do like that stuff, read on, then email me with your instant message
details so we can chat.
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Revenge is a dish best served cold.

And Lee was only just beginning to cool down.

Lee had avoided David since the incident.  When David phoned, Lee whispered
urgently to his mother demanding she say he was out.  He avoided the
park, avoided his friends and spent his time moping about the house.
 He was just so confused he didn't know if he ever wanted to see David
again.  After the incident he had demanded that his younger brother tell
him what had happened that afternoon.  A cocky little Anthony, who now
felt he had something on his older brother, said "Nuffing."

"What did he do to you?"

"Nuffing."

"Did he touch you and stuff?"

"Yeah he tickled me."

"Did he do other stuff?"

"Nah!  He's not like you.  You're gross!"

"Fuck off -- so he didn't do anything bad -- tell me if he did and I'll
kill `im."

"You weirdo."

So, that was it.  David hadn't raped his little bro.  Lee wasn't sure
whether that was good or bad - not that he wanted Anthony to be raped,
 but the fact that David had made him cum by telling him about the rape
seemed even worse now that he knew David had been lying.

Every time he thought about it he repeated over and over in his head:
 "I am SO going to get you!"

He had to admit to himself, David had got him good.  He sat in the living
room flicking between the channels.  Finally he turned it off, lay back
on the sofa remembering what had happened and at last allowed himself
to smile about it.



It was Friday morning, a summer weekend lay ahead.

He was brushing his teeth.

A brightly colored beach towel was wrapped around his slender hips.
His bleach blond hair was still wet from the shower.

He had put too much toothpaste on the brush and it was foaming and dripping
down his chin into the bowl.  The tap was on full, so the mad rush of
water swept the white foam into a little whirlpool that disappeared down
the plug-hole.

He span the tap to turn the water off and stood there, brush sticking
out of his mouth at an angle, admiring himself in the mirror above the
basin.

"Hurry up!  I need to go!"

It was Anthony outside the door.

Lee was in no hurry to do his younger brother any favors.  The atmosphere
between them had been crap all week.  Lee tensed his stomach to see the
faint lines of his six-pack.

His towel slipped down round his ankles.  At twelve, Lee was stunning.
 He had inherited the strong bone structure of his mother.  The shock
of blond hair and eyes the iridescent blue of playground marbles, a button
nose, lips to make grown men weak, a strong jaw over the softest neck
-- his face alone would melt your heart.

But knowing you, your eyes would have darted down his chest and arms
and you would have grown dizzy.  Is this boy for real?  Or did the Greeks
do a sculpture of a boy washing his teeth?  His young body could have
been hewn from marble, soft peach-fuzzy marble.  His sweaty soccer games
and good genes had created an image of boy perfection the Greeks would
have been proud of.  His little uncircumcised cock was soft and nestled
above his hairless balls like a chubby banana.  He put his arms above
his head and stretched, arching his back.  His ribs stood out like keys
on a piano.

Lee was proud of the way he looked, but he wasn't as admiring of himself
as we are.  He worries about the size of his feet.  Where we see toes
so perfect we could suck them, he sees BIG feet.  Problem feet.  Growing
boys often have big feet and Lee's are hardly big, but he thinks they
are.  And he worries.  But maybe we should be glad, otherwise Lee could
be just sooooooo conceited that we would grow to resent him.  As it is
we just love him to bits.  Big feet and all.

"Hurry up!"

"Fuck off."

"Lee!"  It is his mother.  "Hurry up and let your brother use the bathroom."

"OK, I'm just coming."

He scoops up the towel, wraps it round those fantastic hips, spits out
the toothpaste, rinses and unlocks the door.  Anthony barges in and bangs
the door shut behind him as Lee, still wet, drips his way to the bedroom.

"Lee, I need you to help me with the shopping."

"Awww, Mum!"

"Hurry and get dressed.  We're going to Tesco."

That perfect little nose is scrumpled up, as if in pain.  His hands hang
down limp at his sides, he looks at the ceiling.  Under his breath: "Fuck."
 "Can't Anthony go?"

"He's going round to Aunt Julie.  Hurry up Lee.  The sooner we leave,
 the sooner we'll
be back."


Tesco was a zoo.  A long line of checkouts was not keeping up with grumpy
or bored looking customers.  Mums and brats and pot-bellied men wheeling
trolleys down aisles full of candy and chocolate-chip cookies.  Meat.
 Milks and yoghurts in freezing cold cabinets that chilled you to the
bone as you hurried past.  People mauling fruit to find packs with a
later use-by date.  All it needed was a couple of Giraffes and the zoo
would have been complete.  Some spoilt 3 year old screamed and cried
as mummy returned his toys to the shelves.  -- There go the monkeys --
thought Lee.  Oh, and the guy by the ice-cream -- Gorilla.  Ooooh.   And
the lady with the arse wider than Alaska -- Hippo.

Lee was so bored he was losing it.

Lee's mum was frugal.  They didn't have a lot of money to throw around.
 The boys were expensive to feed, so she rarely allowed herself any luxuries,
 but today she needed shampoo, and it was one of her few luxury items
that she allowed herself.  So, with Lee pushing the trolley behind her,
 she dawdled over scents and colours, picking up bottles of frosted plastic
that promised to send her into exotic day-dreams as she soaked in the
bath.
Lee, restless as ever, scooted idly down the adjoining aisle, till his
eyes fell upon a tantalizing product.

"Nair Moisturising Hair Remover for Coarse, Dark Hair", price: £4.29.

Oh, can you see the wicked twinkle in his eye?  Oh he IS a naughty boy.
 Oh and what's this?

"Veet Sensitive Ready to Use Wax Strips".  Price £4.99.

Lee has one of those grins on his cherub face that makes him look like
something out of "Children of the Corn".  He is feeling in the back pocket
of his jeans and pulling out a £10 note.

"Hey mum, can you hang onto the trolley for a moment?"  She, distracted,
 takes it from him as he scoots back into the other aisle.  He grabs
the products and goes quickly to the 6 item only check-out.  He is looking
about him, to make sure there's no one who knows him.  The Asian girl
on the till swipes them through, takes his money and hands him a receipt
without even looking at him.  Lee hurries outside the store and discards
the packaging, stuffing the tube of gel and the wax strips into his pocket.
 Then he hurries back inside to rejoin his mum and endure the last half
hour.

On the way home:  "See, you didn't mind coming with me did you Lee?
Thanks for the help."

"No problem, mum."

Lee looks out from the car window, blind to the traffic and noise, thinking
only of David's slim 14 year old body, and more specifically, about the
small bush of pubes above David's boy-cock -- and about revenge.

Lee had lain awake at night, plotting.  He had all sorts of fantasies
about ways to get David back, but none of them really grabbed him.  Now
as his mum drove back down the familiar streets a plan was hatching.
 It was making him hard just thinking about it, so he had to carry the
plastic bags of shopping in from the car, holding them in front of him
to disguise the little bulge.

"Mum?"

"What is it sweetheart?"

"Can me and David go night-fishing?"

"Er..."

"Go on, you know we've been before, we won't get into trouble or nothing.
 I can use my fishing umbrella."

"Er....  I didn't think you and David were getting on right now."

"Nah.  We're cool.  His mum gave him permission."

"Did she?"

"Yeah."

"Well, I don't know...."

"Promise I'll help with the shopping whenever you want and go to the
offy for you."

"Well."

"Plleeeeeaaaase...."

"Well where do you want to go?"

"Billing's lake, you know the place where they do bacon sarnies."

"In Essex?"

"Yeah."

"Would I have to drive you?"

"Well, you could go shopping in Thurrock or something after."

"Well, I guess I could take you.  But not tonight, it would have to be
tomorrow and I want David's mum to call me."

"OK, Great!  Thanks mum!"

He hurried about the kitchen putting the shopping away, obviously excited
to have gotten his way.  Although he smiled at her little boy, his mother
had no idea just how excited he was.  No idea at all.


"Lee?!"

It was his mother calling up the stairs.

"Get off the internet; I need to use the phone."

"OK!  Give me just a minute."

Lee typed "gtg".

AOL instant messenger flashed a reply from lapl869

"k. be safe."

Lee felt excited, reckless, wild, horny, impatient, happy, deliriously
happy, anything, anything, anything but safe.

The connection dropped.

"OK, mum!  I'm off."



9pm and David was bored.  He had had enough of fatso on "You've been
framed."  "Millionaire" was soooo old now and there was nothing on except
crap.  He was thinking about going upstairs to have a wank.

The Lee called.

"Hey!"

"Hey.  I thought you were never gunna talk to me again or sumethin."

"Naw.  It's ok.  (a long pause -- neither boy knowing what to say, both
thinking about the incident, about the dare, about how it all started.)
 Do you wanna go night-fishing?"

"What?"

"My mum says she'll take us as long as your mum calls her to say its
ok.  We can use my fishing umbrella, I have that thing that makes it
into a sort-of tent."

"I dunno."

"Go on, we can go to Billing's lake -- remember: that place with the sarnies.
 `Cept this time it's my turn to tie you up."

David sniggered.  "Oh.... THAT kind of fishing...."

"Nah, we can go fishing too."

"Well, OK. Sure, but I don't know if I can get permission.  Is Anthony
coming along?"

"No fucking way!"

David laughed, "OK, OK, just asking."

At 9.30 pm Lee's mum and David's mum talked on the phone and the boys
started sorting out their fishing gear.  Lee had a big seat-box which
took any amount of stuff, spare floats and weights, maggot boxes spare
reels and a nice long length of rope he had found at the back of a building
site and there was even room for some lotion and a little box.

Both boys hardly slept a wink.  And so Saturday arrived over east London
with all the promise of a hot summer day.


The lake was a simple oval with an island in the middle.  Around the
lake the farmer mowed the grass.  Some geese kept in a huddle at one
end, by the woods that covered the low hill to the north.  At the south
was a small hut, which the farmer's wife used between 7am and 9am to
make sandwiches and cups of coffee for hungry fishermen.
The lake was busy.  The boys set up their rods by 10am, and by lunchtime
there were seven other fishermen hunched over carp rods.

It was a perfect day.  The bright blue sky looked soft enough to just
float away.  The smell of mown grass and warm earth.  The geese squawked
from time to time, but otherwise the place was tranquility.

Bird song.

The drone of lazy bees.

Somewhere, far off, a horse neighing.

Someone on the other side of the lake was catching.

"Wonder what bait he's using?"

The boys stared at the water.  Lee was using a waggler.  The fluorescent
tip bobbed gently in the water.

"Was that a bite?"

"Dunno."

It dipped, quickly and bobbed back up.

"Fuck."

"Fucking strike!"

"Nah.  Wait...  Look!!"

It shot under the water and Lee struck.  He was bare from the waist up,
 his lithe brown arms were a blur as he reeled in and pulled the rod
upright.  "It's fighting...."

"Is it a good fish?"

"Dunno, maybe, woah!  Maybe yeah!"

The tip of the rod was bowed and quivered with the tension.  Before long
a silver tail broke the surface and splashed in protest.  Lee was excited.

"Get the fucking net!"

"It doesn't need a net.  It's tiny!"

"Bollocks.  Get the net."

The two half-naked boys struggled to land it, attracting the attention
of a couple of the other fishermen who ambled over to take a look.

At the fish....

Now, now.  You and your dirty mind....

It was a good size, a carp, maybe ten pounds.  Lee got the dis-gorger
and dug out the hook.  He held it for a while half in, half out of the
water, then let it slip away back into the lake.

One of the fishermen said:

"Not bad son.  Is that your biggest?"

"Nah, had a 20 pounder once." Lee lied.

"Not bad.  Are you two brothers?"

"No."

"I'm Luke, Luke Apland.  Nice to meet you...?"

"David."

"Lee."

"Nice to meet you David and Lee.  Good luck now."  With that he walked
away.

David said:  "Nice fish Lee."  But Lee wasn't listening, he was looking
at lapl869 walking away.  He could hardly breathe.


By late afternoon many of the other anglers were packing up.  The shadows
from the trees were long and the heat had gone out of the afternoon.

Some carp could be seen out in the middle, surface feeding.

Lee tried to get some bread-crust out there to see if he could catch
them, but he didn't have the right configuration of weights.

The other fishermen packed up their poles and seat-boxes, and made their
way back to the car park hidden round a bend in the farm track.  Only
the guy who had introduced himself earlier stayed, hunched stubbornly
over his rods that pointed towards the boys.

David said:  "Hope he pisses off soon."

"Even if he doesn't we can always go into that forest back there.  Bet
that's kinda spooky."

"He'll wonder what we are up to."

"Nah."

Both boys stood for a while longer looking at their rods.  They hadn't
had a bite for two hours.

Lee started rummaging through his seat box, stuffing a plastic bag with
bits and bobs.

"Come on, fuck this. Let's go into the forest before it gets dark."

"What's in the bag?"

"Me no tell!  Come on, get your float out of the water."

Both boys reeled in, the weights splashing back towards them across the
surface of the lake."

"Hey mista!!!"  Lee called out.  "Will you watch out stuff for us?"

The humped figure on the other bank waved a thumbs-up.

"Thanks."

And that was it - both boys scuffed their way through the mown grass
towards the fence that led into the forest.

The woods were a mixture of old oak trees and Ash.  Underfoot it was
springy with years of leaf mulch and moss.  The light dappled through
the branches but as they pushed into the forest it was lovely and cool
and in deep shade.

A little track ran into the forest, then seemed to cut back towards the
farm.  At that point Lee said: "Come on." And they went off the track
up a steep embankment.  Beyond the embankment was a low hill and beyond
the hill a dip, a natural hollow.  Eerily quiet, cut off, secret.

Lee smiled.

"This'll do. Strip!"

"Hey Lee, this better not be bad, I mean you're not still mad at me for
what happened with Anthony are you?"

"Nah, that was wicked cold."

"So we're cool?"

"Yeah, wussup foooo, we cooool, but you still gotta be punished!"

David laughed.

"Do you think anyone comes this way?"

"Nah, look at it.  No one comes here.  Maybe no ones been here ever,
`cept us."

"OK.  Hope that freako fisherman don't come looking..."

"You wuss.  Just get bucko!"

Looking around him, his ears straining to hear if anyone was coming,
David sat down in the middle of the hollow, his back against an old oak.
 His thin fingers loosened laces and he pulled off his trainers by the
heels.  He peeled off the white sport socks and stuffed them inside the
shoes.

"Are you stripping too?"

"Nah, in a minute."

David pulled off his CK t-shirt and folded it, putting it carefully on
top of the shoes so it didn't touch the ground.  His thin chest looked
pale and white despite the shadows from the trees.  His tanned thin arms
looked dark in contrast.  He rubbed them. With the sun beginning to go
down the cool was turning into a slight chill as the evening approached.
 Lee was looking on from a few feet away, occasionally flicking his golden
hair from his eyes, looking nervous.

"What's wrong?"

"Nuffing -- keep going."

David stood up, his bare feet among the leaves.  He sucked in his stomach
and wrestled with the belt of his jeans, loosening it then unbuttoning
and unzipping.

The jeans fell around his smooth almost hairless legs.

Almost hairless.

He stepped out of them, bent down and again folded them carefully, placing
them on top of the pile.

Even though he still wore his boxers, he instinctively covered his genitals
with his hands.

"What now?"

Lee took a moment to enjoy the sight of a 14 year old nervous and slightly
shivering in front of him.

"Rope time!"

Lee pulled the long blue nylon rope out of the plastic bag he had been
carrying.  Standing close to him in the lengthening afternoon light,
young Lee set about tying David's wrists together in front of him.  Satisfied
with the knot he looked upwards, scanning branches.

"Move this way.  Yeah."  He flung the rope up, missed, then tried again.
 With the rope over a sturdy branch some 15 feet from the forest floor
Lee looked around again to see a good spot to tie it off.  One large
tree trunk had fallen.  Moss grew all over it, and it had a convenient
hole through which he passed the end of the nylon cord.  He pulled on
the rope lifting David's arms above his head till the boy had to stand
on tip toe.  "Don't move!"  He tied off the rope and stood back to admire
his handiwork.  "Mmmmm, got you at my mercy!" he said as he circled round,
 admiring David's rib-cage and flat stomach.  Lee went up to examine
David's armpits.  "Oh, hairy, ain't we!" he said
mocking the tiny puff of hair in each pit.  With that Lee hooked his
small fingers in the waistband of David's boxers and yanked them down.

David's semi-hard cock swung about in front of him.

"Getting hard?" asked Lee.

Lee pulled the boxers right off and threw them on the ground.

"Hey, can you put those on my other clothes?"

Lee smiled.  He picked up the boxers and started lobbing them aloft,
trying to hook them on a branch out of reach of the ground.

"Hey Lee, that's not fair!  I don't fuck with your clothes!"

"That's the least you got to worry about..." said Lee as he finally got
the boxers stuck on a branch.  With that he went back to the plastic
bag.  "Do you know what this is?"

Lee was holding the wax strips out to David.

"No, what are they?"

"Well... you peel off the back like this, and then you press them into
the armpit like this..."  David was twisting on the rope as Lee pressed
the strip down deep in his armpit.

"Fuck what are they?!"

"...Then you do the other armpit... and then those little hairs on your legs...
and on this one... and then... best of all..."

Lee was right in front of David, looking directly into his eyes as he
pressed the strip into his small patch of silky brown pubes.  They grew
only at the base of the shaft, his balls were still hairless.  "... really
do this one good...." Muttered Lee, seeing the confusion in David's eyes.

David's cock was arcing upwards.  Having the 12 year olds hands on him
was enough to send him towards an orgasm.  `Don't cum... don't cum...' he
told himself.

Lee bent down and took hold of one of the edges of strip on David's right
shin.

"OOOOOOOOOOOOOwwwwww!!!!!!"

High above in the tree tops a group of crows scattered and squawked
as they wheeled away from the shriek.

Lee waved the strip in front of David's face.  "Do a good job don't they!?
  Look at all them hairs."

"Fucking hell!"

"Nothing for it, better do the others, ain't it?"

"OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOwwwwwwww!!!!!"

Legs that had been dusted with faint hairs now had large smooth patches.

"Not my armpits, not my arm....ooooooooooooooOOOOOOOOOOOOOWWWW!!"

"FuckinOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWWWWWwwwww!"

The dark hairs that had been just a smudge under both arms were gone.
David swung on the rope in pain.

"Oh now, there's one more.  Better get that off..."

David had pride in the few pubes he had.  They had started sprouting
when he was 13.  At first they had been just the faintest silky hairs,
 almost invisible. Over time they had got darker, more wiry and a little
bush had grown.  It wasn't much, but it was all he had.

Lee's fingers were fiddling around, trying to get a grip, bumping against
his cock.

"Please Lee...."

Rrrrriiiiiiiip

It was so painful David just caught his breath, unable to make a sound.
He swung on the rope, most of his precious pubes torn away.  No sound
came, but tears came in their place.

Lee stood back admiring his handiwork.  "Not bad, but there's still hairs
there."  He returned to the plastic bag.  "Lookee here."

David didn't want to look.  He had his head bowed.  He didn't want Lee
to see that he had made him cry.

"This creamy shit will get rid of the rest."  Lee's fingers smeared the
oily goo around David's crotch.

"What the fuck is that?!"

"Just some cream.  Does it feel good?"  Lee's slick fingers wrapped around
David's stiffening cock.  "Mmm, make you all sticky...."

It did feel good, until Lee managed to get some under his foreskin.
Then it didn't feel so good.  It burned.

"Shit!  Get that crap off me!  It's burning!"

"Where?  Here?" asked Lee as he pulled the teenager's foreskin back and
smeared a fresh glob over the tip and around the flanged head, rubbing
it into the piss slit with his hard thumb.

Lee didn't stop.  David's crotch was covered in the cream.  Then his
armpits.  Then his shins.

"It says give it a few minutes."
Lee, pulled off his own t-shirt.  He was getting hot.  He set to wank
David with slow deliberate pulls.

David's cock was thick for a 14 year old and it stretched the foreskin
tight.  Only the itching goo was making it slick enough for the taut
skin to pull back, revealing the swollen mushroom head.  Lee's little
fingers wrapped around it and he slid the skin up and down.  He used
his finger-tips only to do a sudden burst of rapid wanking, his pink
finger-tips digging into the soft fleshy part in the center ridge of
David's dick.

David was groaning and struggling against the rope.  "Man it fucking
hurts, it's burning."

But he was also going wild with it.  Lee was really seeing to him now.
 The younger boy's smooth back and shoulder rippled with muscles as pumped
his fist against the older boy.  David could hardly keep his balance.
 Every time he slipped on the leaves, his sore wrists took his weight
and he swung around until his toes got a meager grip again.

Lee was reaching behind him.  Lee's slick index finger was wriggling
up his butt.  "No don't!!  That shit up there will burn like hell!"

But twelve year olds have no mercy and now a small index finger was pushing
in, prying open his hole that twitched, fighting to keep him out.  But
in vain.  David grabbed the ropes above his wrists  again and swung about
with Lee's finger pressing in, deeper.  All his concentration was there
as the insufferable burn of the goo began to make his sphincter spasm
and itch like crazy.  "Oh god!  Itch it!  Ohhh.  Fuu.....ck!"

Invade from behind, masturbated in front, David swung like a helpless
doll from the oak-tree.

Lee felt so in control.  Master of the universe.

David was sooooo close to cumming.  Lee felt David's cock strain and
swell, saw the cock-head looking angry and fit to burst.  He let go.
 Stepped away.

"I'll go get some water to wash you off and be back."

"Hurry!  Fuck that: untie me!"

"No way.  See ya!"

With that, Lee scrambled out of the hollow, back towards the lake, leaving
his friend on tip toe, his cock on fire.

Late afternoon was becoming dusk.

David strained to hear any sound.  Pulled hard on the rope, trying to
bring down the branch or snap it, but it was useless.  He was held tight.
The sunlight, fading though it was, still fell in some bright patches.
 Into one of these a squirrel popped, sat up on its hind legs and looked
at David with its beady eyes before scampering off again.  David envied
a fucking squirrel its freedom.

Lee returned with two large bottles of water from the lake.  Carefully
he washed down his friends, watching the last hairs swirl away with the
river of water that coursed down David's thighs and legs.  Armpits were
now those of a 5 year old.  Totally hairless legs, and now David's long
cock looked weird, as if it was more naked than before, as if the hairs
had clothed it somehow and were now gone.

"You bastard.  What the fuck have you done to me?"  David felt more naked,
 more exposed than he had ever felt.  Despite the humiliation he was
still straining with a rock-hard hard-on.

Lee took the hairless cock in his hand and began to wank again.

"Oh man...."

Twisting on the rope the 12 year old wanked him with firm strong strokes,
 bringing him back to his fully erect state.

He bucked and arced his back into the wanking.

Deep inside his balls he felt the crazy itch beginning to build all over
again.

Lee put one hand on David's buttock to steady him as his other fist flew
over the boy's erection.

"Lee you..."

Somewhere a twig snapped.

"Fuck what was that?"

Both boys froze, listening to the silence.

"You better let me down.  Man my arms hurt like hell...."

Lee let go of David's cock.  He gathered the older boy's clothes in his
arms, picked up the plastic bag and said matter of factly:

"You raped my brother.  Now it's your turn."

"I didn't!  What are you talking about?  You know I didn't!

Lee picked up his own t-shirt and with a final look over his smooth shoulder,
 left the clearing.

"You know I didn't!  Shit it was a joke!  Don't leave me here!"

But Lee was gone, and David was helpless, tied off to a tree, more naked
than he had ever been in his life, not a single pube left on his thin
body, no way to cover his nakedness, no idea how he would get out of
this predicament.

In the forest, creatures made scuttling noises and the wind in the trees
sounded like a moan as the light faded.  The vivid colours of the day,
 the bright dusty green of the leaves and moss, the browns and reds of
the tree-bark, all melded into greys.  Shadows became darkness and light
patches became eery ghosts.

On top of everything else, David was now beginning to get irrationally
scared.  The noises of the wood were amplified.  Every rustling noise
became some unseen monster lurking, about to take advantage of his helplessness.

David strained to see.  Everything was insubstantial, shifting.  Grey.

But his eyes did start to focus.  Emerging from the general haze a black
shape stepped forward.

"Hello David."

David's eyes were wide with fright.

"Lee told me you'd be here."

"Huuuhhh.... Who...?"

"He tells me you raped his brother.  Tut tut!  We are a naughty boy."

David was in panic.  He could hardly catch his breath, let alone speak.

A flashlight snapped on.  A beam of cold light licked over David's body,
 so that the fourteen year old's body seemed to rush towards you out
of the darkness.  His legs, his fragile rib-cage, his tight panting stomach,
 the long limp hairless cock, his smooth neck and pale cheeks.

"Not much hair on you...."

Stepping out of the shadows the fisherman touched David lightly on the
chest.  "So smooth...."  Fingertips ran down the frightened boy, tracing
ribs and dimples and the curves of his firm stomach.  "So beautiful..."
 Fingers lightly running over his hairless armpits, making him flinch.
 "And what have we here?..."
David's limp cock sat in the palm of the man's hand like a wounded bird.

"Such a smooth cock.  You raped a little boy with this?"

"No I..."

"What?"

"It was just a joke!"

"A joke."

"I mean it wasn't true I never touched him I  just told Lee I had because
I wanted to tease him and make him feel bad and it was all just a joke
and I never did it or nothing and you're not gonna hurt me are you?"

"Shhhhhh.  Shhhhhhhush....  Lee told me you'd deny it.  Told me to teach
you a lesson you'll never forget.  Are you a quick learner?"

"Yes.  I mean... what do you mean?"

"Well, this lesson can be slow or quick, depending on you."

"What do I...?"

The fisherman disappeared for a moment into the cracking darkness.  He
returned with something behind his back.

"See this knife?"

David saw it and went weak.  All his weight went to his wrists as he
swung from the tree.

"This knife is going to cut off your balls."  The fisherman put the nine
inch blade below the boys scrotum, and raised it so that David's testicles
were dangling over the sharp blade.

"Jesus."

"Now, it seems a shame that a boy your age shouldn't have one last cum.
  So this lesson will be short or long, depending on how long it takes
for you to cum.  As you cum, I will make the cut."

"No... please, please don't!"

"No begging.  Be a man about it.  Shall we get started?"

In the pressing darkness the man took position behind the dangling boy.
 He removed his shoes and trousers and pulled off his own boxers.  From
a pocket he retrieved a tube and squirted lube along the fat shaft of
his swollen cock.

"In we go."

Wrapping his arms around the boy's waist he pulled him off balance and
onto his penis.  It dug into David's butt-crack, before squeezing obscenely
into his hole.  First the bulbous head, then the fat veined shaft.  David
gasped as he was invaded, squirmed, struggled, but all to no avail.
He was impaled.

The man's warm hand slipped round in front to take the fourteen year
olds cock between finger and thumb.  His other hand came round with the
blade.  He positioned it as before.

David's entire concentration was on the cold sharp steel over which his
hairless balls now hung.

"OK, enjoy it."

With that the man began to wank.

It began with him feeling around, enjoying the feel of the boy's hairless
cock and firm abs.  His fingers played with David's limp chubby cock,
 rolling it between finger and thumb, smiling as he felt blood begin
to rush in, felt a slight swell become an upward twitch, become a lengthening,
 become a straightening.  He played with it as it rose to a full erection;
felt the boy's sphincter twitch as the boy struggled to slow it down.


"That's the problem being a randy fourteen year old..."

Now he took it with two fingers and a thumb and began the lightest strokes,
 feeling the silkiness of the young boys cock, pressing it hard occasionally
to feel he rigid pole and squish the veins that now raced with blood.
 His fingers teased and pulled on the foreskin, snapping it back.  His
thumb swirled and David swung on the rope, groaning.

"Please.... Please!"

He started to wank now, with gentle but long firm strokes.  His own cock
was harder than hell, deep inside the boy.  He pressed in, tickling against
David's prostate.

"Oh please.  Oh god."

"Are we getting close already?"  He raised the knife slightly, so that
David's balls lifted up.  "As you cum, you lose them.  So you better
enjoy it."

With that he started in earnest.  His fist wrapped round the hairless
cock.  He pumped, squeezing hard, feeling the boy squeeze through like
a sausage machine, pumping, squeezing, pulling -- faster and faster.

David was trying.  He was thinking of anything he could that would help.
 Model aircraft, his mum's cooking, schoolwork, anything except the cock
in his butt and the fist flying at his groin.  Politicians, bad movies
ANYTHING.

But he was being raped in a wood.  It was hard to put that from his mind.
The squeezing and pulling was hard to ignore, the thumb brushing his
cock head.  The sharp blade lifting his swollen balls.

He knew he could not fight it.  It was happening.  The swirling tickle
in the balls began to rise, his cock swelled to maximum, his cock head
was fit to burst like a ripe fruit.

"Oh my god!"

The fisherman got a firm grip, wanked his boy with a furious intensity.
 His fist was a blur.  "Here we go!  Are you ready to lose your balls!"

"Ahhhh, pleeeeease!  Ah, ah, oh no, no NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

A blast of boy spunk shot out in a hot jet looping up into the night
air and splattering onto the forest floor.  Every muscle in David's thin
body was tensed, his toes curled, his calves, thighs, stomach -- his shoulders
hunched, his head dug forward, his arms gripped the rope above his head.
 As his cock spurted a second time, then a third he felt the blade lift.

Then drop away.

Leaving him intact.

The fisherman pulled out.

"Well, young David... you can count your lucky stars.  Lee said just to
scare you.... Did you cum nice?"

"Er...."  He was too wrecked to speak.

The fisherman used the knife to slice through the rope and the naked
boy flopped down in a heap, rubbing his sore wrists, his whole body aching.

"When you're ready the lake is that way.  There's no one around so you
won't be seen.  Lee has your clothes over there.  It was fun knowing
you.  Must do this again someday."

With that he slipped away into the night.

It was half an hour before David, naked and hairless, arrived back at
the lake.  Lee expected him to punch him so hovered half way between
their tackle and where the fisherman had his overnight tent.  But after
putting on his clothes, David just laid on his sleeping bag out on the
grass.

Before long Lee was lying beside him.

"You got me good, so I had to get you back."

"Yup."

"Did he scare the shit out of you?"

"Fuck off."

The moon reflected in the lake, like a smiling face.  Come to think of
it, like Lee's face."