Date: Thu, 7 Nov 2013 12:22:56 -0500
From: Quentin Compton <compton.quentin@gmail.com>
Subject: Good Boy pt 4

I remember the first time I ever came. Or ejaculated. Or whatever.

It was maybe five years ago; mom and dad were still married then. It was a
date night, and they'd left me with Uncle Ian. This meant a sip of beer, a
horror movie I'd never be allowed to watch at home, and sleeping on one
couch while Eric slept on the other. Pizza and ice cream. Video games. God,
Uncle Ian is basically a Lost Boy.

Anyway, Eric was in the shower, and I was left with Uncle Ian in the living
room playing some sort of Japanese style fighting game. I won. Then won
again. The third time I won, Uncle Ian threw down his controller and
flashed a grin at me. There were at least five empty bottles of some cheap
beer next to him. "You'd better run, boy." He threw his hands out at me in
a mocking gesture. He chased me through the house.

Uncle Ian caught me, because of course he did. He threw me over his
shoulder and tickled me. I squealed in delight and fear. He couldn't have
helped but notice my small erection, with me pressed against his shoulder.
Uncle Ian threw me on his bed, and would not relent. I remember gasping.
"Please Uncle Ian, stop." "Stop please, I can't breathe." "Uncle Ian, I'm
going to pee."

It was the strangest sensation. A warmth building inside me, dammed up.
Uncle Ian held both my hands above my head with just one of his.  He
tickled my armpits, my feet. Uncle Ian had to move down to sit on my waist
in order to tickle my stomach. I writhed and kept brushing my very earliest
of hard ons against Uncle Ian's backside. One, two, three thrusts.

I'd thought I'd wet myself. "Please don't tell anyone," I'd begged. My eyes
were wet. From laughing or embarrassment or both.

He chuckled. "I won't if you won't, kid."

Uncle Ian has always terrified me. He terrifies me especially now, standing
in Eric's bedroom doorway. I'm naked under Eric's bad. There's an empty
McDonald's cup, a telescope and so many dirty clothes down here with me.
I'm holding my breath. It's not a great idea, because when I exhale and
inhale, it will now be especially noisy.

He's all wild red hair and muscles. His beard covers a couple scars on his
face. I have no idea what from. He comes off like a red headed Napoleon. If
Napoleon had been a lumberjack. He actually works in the office with my
dad. His breath is almost certainly alcohol and cigarettes. It always
is. He wears expensive cologne just to go to the grocery store. He's
wearing a suit now. My phone vibrates. Uncle Ian doesn't notice, though.
He's slurring whatever words he's speaking to Eric.

"Whatchya doin', boy?" Uncle Ian is standing with one arm raised agains the
door frame. I can see the damp circle exposed there. I want to faceplant
into his arm pit. Feast for hours. I hear sliding on the mattress above
me. Eric tries to make his voice even stupider, like he's just woke up. He
says something about taking a nap.

Dad's text tells me to edge five times. That he'll be home late. He says I
only need to take a pic of the fifth time.

Uncle Ian sits on the bed. I can see his legs and shoes. I'm horny enough,
I would take off those shoes and clean out between his toes with my tongue.
"Let's do some math homework before taking a nap, hm?" I hear a sheet
rustle, and Eric protest. Uncle Ian laughs. It is not an infectious sound.
It's just Uncle Ian's own private mirth. "Can't keep your hand off your
cock long enough to study, boy?" Stupid Eric. Probably still naked, cum
drying on his chest and stomach.

Eric is still protesting. It's not what Uncle Ian thinks. It won't happen
again. His grades are improving. "Shuttup, boy." I hear a slap. "I know how
to fix this, boy." Uncle Ian leans over and grabs a ruler off Eric's desk.
Too bad for Eric we've been graphing quadratic functions in math the last
two weeks. "Roll over, boy."

Eric is almost sobbing. "Please Uncle Ian, no! This is embarrassing!" I've
edged a third time.

Uncle Ian's voice takes on a strange tone. A firm purr. That sounds
bizarre, but that's the best way I can describe it. "Across my lap." A
second later. "Now."

I see bare legs fall down next to the ones I've been staring at the back
of. The ones in slacks. I hear a loud THWACK and I see the pair of bare
legs buckle. Uncle Ian is talking the whole time through. "I'm going to
help you, Eric, boy." THWACK.

"Please stop, sir."

"Good boy. Call me sir. Thank me for helping you, boy." THWACK. Eric does.
He's stupid though, and doesn't sound sincere. At all. The next THWACK is
even louder. "That boy cock, the one getting hard against my leg right now,
it's mine, boy. Understand." THWACK. Eric says he understands. THWACK.
"This ass, mine. It's going to be sore, boy. There's gonna be welts on it.
It's gonna help remind the boy who owns it every time he sits on it."
THWACK. THWACK. THWACK.

"Sir, why?! I understand, sir! Your ass, your cock. They belong to you.
Please don't leave welts, sir." THWACK. THWACK.

"You will ask me for permission before you jerk off again, understand boy?"
Eric is basically shouting now. Yes sir. THWACK. THWACK. THWACK. Uncle Ian
doesn't relent. I see the bare legs squirm, but something is holding the
body that is attached to them in place. Eric is sobbing. I want to jump out
from under the bed and tell him to stop, but I'm to scared. For myself, for
Eric, for my dad who told me to stay away from Eric. I've edged five times.
I send dad a picture.

"Boy, you are fucking dripping again already. You're enjoying this, you
sick perv. I'll have to beat this ass till your cock goes down, I guess.
This is supposed to be a punishment."  There is a long string of THWACKS.

"Sir, please stop," Eric is begging. "It won't go down, sir. It won't go
down!" THWACK. "I'm a dirty perv, sir. Mercy!" THWACK THWACK. "Please,
sir. I'll do anything." Then, nothing. No THWACK.

The bare legs move so that the knees are on the floor. Eric is kneeling in
front of Uncle Ian. "What will you do for your Uncle, boy?"

I'm pretty sure Uncle Ian is holding Eric's face in his crotch when he asks
this. I don't really know. Another moment later, I hear a zipper unzip.
"Kiss it, boy. Lick all up under the foreskin. Clean out that man cock."

This goes on FOREVER. Uncle Ian instructing Eric how to service his uncut
cock. "No hands, boy. You don't get to touch this without permission."
"That's as deep as you can take it, huh? It will have to do for now, boy."
"Lick my balls, lick `em, boy." I see a hand come down to rub Eric's raw
ass. Eric is whining. "Stick that red ass out more, let me see it. That's
soooo hot, boy."

Half an eternity later, Uncle Ian starts to grunt. "Swallow every drop of
this boy. Let any of it on my pants, I will beat that ass to a pulp." Uncle
Ian sounds like a wild beast. Grunting. Hollering. Then, a chuckle. "Good
boy. And such pretty eyes." I hear slurping kiss sounds. A zipper zips. "Go
get cleaned off. Your mom gets home soon." Uncle Ian lightly smacks Eric's
ass, and he all but falls back over. Uncle Ian grabs Eric's still flagpole
hard cock. "No touching this again until ALL your homework's done. Text me
when you need permission." Eric nods.

I don't know how I'm going to get out from under the bed. I don't know how
I'm going to get dinner ready for dad on time. I look down at my phone.

>>Where are you in this picture, boy?<<

Shit.