Date: Wed, 25 Jan 2012 20:10:27 -0800 (PST)
From: CJDenton <mcitywriter@yahoo.com>
Subject: Corpus Crispin 2

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Chapter Two
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Wednesday, 6:30 PM St. Louis, MO

It's not always convenient to be a teenage boy who can easily fall asleep
just about anywhere. I always wake up with a raging hard-on and a need to
spread some seed. Usually I'm at home, in bed, under a large, down
comforter that covers all. Usually I have a few minutes before daddy yells
at me to get up and get ready where I can fist out a quick milking and
swallow the evidence trail up my tummy.

But sitting in a small mercedes, next to the beautiful secret ops agent who
is currently keeping me alive, I could only squirm and hope he didn't
notice. He rolled to a stop in traffic atop a hill that afforded us a view
of the skyline and arch, accentuated by a sunset of orange and purple. A
sea of brakelights ahead of us and a large truck next to us with an
inquisitive, dirty looking man peering down at us.

"We're almost there," Jag said, adjusting the radio to listen for a traffic
report.

"Almost...  where?" I asked, turning towards him and pulling my legs up
onto the seat to bury my kickstand.

"The hotel for tonight. It's not 'poor-smelling' like the last one. You'll
be comfortable." Jag assured with a smile, mocking me slightly for my
disdain of the cheap motel we'd crashed at the first night of our escape
from danger. He reached over to squeeze the back of my neck and massage my
shoulders.

"I'm hungry," I said, feeling my stomach rumble with emptiness.

"We'll get something, little one. There's a restaurant attached," Jag
rubbed my back as I laid my head against his shoulder.

"Can we... you know... do some more together stuff?" I asked feeling a
sudden sense of boldness.

Jag slipped his hand between my legs and rubbed at my zipper, "Sure feels
like we'll have to," he laughed. "You like it when I touch you?"

I nodded against his chest, inhaling a mix of his after-shave and
armpit. "Yeah. Is that ok?"

"Yes, little one, it's ok," Jag squeezed at my bulge as the car lurched
forward with the traffic. He reached up to ruffle my hair. "You're sweet,
for a spoiled little rich boy."

"Am I?" I looked up at him and bit my lip as he rubbed his hands over the
steering wheel. I felt so small next to him, so protected, safe.

"You are... Your father did a good job on you. You're spoiled in material
things, but obedient, ready to please the men in charge of you, ready to
learn like a well-raised boy should be." Jag looked over at me with intense
eyes.

We finally made it to the hotel and it was actually pretty decent. Jag
carried our bags up and made a bubble bath in the oversized tub while I
unpacked the things we'd bought. I heard Jag turn off the water and I went
in to the bathroom to see what he was doing.

I have a huge bathroom at home. Daddy helped design our house and my
bedroom had a private bath with a window bench seat built in next to the
bathtub under a large window that looked out at the stucco wall that
surrounded our house. It let in light but kept things private.  When I was
little, he'd make a big bubble bath for me and sit there to make sure I
didn't drown in it. Sometimes he'd read me a story or just sit and listen
to me talk about my day as I got cleaned. Then he'd bring over a big towel
and wrap me up in it, picking me up against his chest as he dried me off.

Jag sat, dressed in grey slacks and a black button up that exposed his
furry chest, next to the tub and tested the water temperature before he
waved me over and said it was ready. I waited for him to leave so I could
get in,

"Come here," He said as he leaned against the counter. I padded over and he
tugged at my shirt. I lifted my arms so he could pull it over my head and
then raised my legs as he pulled off my jeans.

I stood there in a pair of red briefs, shivering a little from the cold
room. He looked down at me with a half smile and leaned down to kiss at my
neck, pulling me against him.

"I thought we could share the bath so we can get food in you sooner," Jag
said and slipped his arms around my bare back.I buried my nose in his chest
and inhaled his scent again. It brought my briefs to a tent as his hands
rubbed down over my butt.

He put his hands around my waist as he pulled me against him. His fingers
touched as he remarked, "You're too light, Cris, but a beautiful little
boy. We need to build you up, get some steaks for dinner," he looked down
into my wide, green eyes as I bit my lip nervously at his appraisal.

He pushed against the waistband of my briefs and they fell to the floor.
He lifted me up against him by holding onto my bottom. Jag carried me over
and set me down into the warm water and then started to unbutton his black
dress shirt.

"Is it too warm?" he asked as he slipped off his shirt, showing his olive,
toned muscles. He undid his belt and then fumbled with the button on his
pants. "Cris?" he called again and I realized I'd been staring at his
crotch.

"What?  Oh, it's fine," I pulled my knees up into my chest and hugged them
as my cock poked out between my ankles.

"Little boy in the big tub," Jag smiled and slid down his grey pants. He
had on a pair of white, silky boxer briefs that hugged the bubble of his
butt and ample bulge. Jag was obviously who the designer had in mind when
creating them.

I pretended to focus on unwrapping the soap from the tray alongside the
tub, but I watched as he slipped the boxer briefs down and his soft cock
dangled freely over his nuts. Even soft, it was impressive, thick, uncut,
like one of daddy's fine cubans but with a soft downward curve.

Jag walked over, his cock swaying under a trimmed black bush of male. He
reached down and gently pushed me forward and then slid in behind me.  Jag
pulled me back against his chest and reached for the soap as I laid my head
back into him. He rubbed soapy, warm hands over my tummy in soft, rhythmic
arcs. My boyhood sprang to life and nudged it's way up against his hand.

"That feels good, little one?" Jag whispered into my ear and bit softly on
my lobe.

"Yeah...  don't stop," I breathed.

"I love that about boys. A few strokes of a sensitive belly button and
they're ready to explode." Jag laughed and rubbed the soap up and into my
armpit, then over my shoulders.

I reached down to tug at my erection but Jag pulled my arm away and held my
hand in his. He kissed down my neck and across my right shoulder, nibbling
chills into my body.

"So beautiful, little one," Jag assured and brought my hand to his thick,
furry thigh, rubbing it gently. I felt his pole creep up my back as it
expanded and filled with want.

Jag reached between my legs and rubbed a finger under my nuts, putting
pressure on a place that made my dick twitch a little and a drop of cum
form at the tip. He gripped my boypole and pumped it lightly a few times
and then squeezed it hard, making the drop grow and slide down my
shaft. Jag touched it with his finger and took it to his lips.

"Mmmm," he growled behind me and then licked his tongue slowly up the back
of my neck. I let my head fall forward as he made his way up. He followed
up with his nose, inhaling my scent and then kissing the back of my hair.

"You smell so good," he whispered and then went back to pump my dick a few
more times. I was edging so close to eruption but he was milking it slowly,
bringing me to shivers and then backing off and squeezing more drops out of
my tip.

"Please, I need to finish," I started to whine. Jag brought a bit of the
cum on his finger to my lips. I turned my head, it smelled weird.

"Try it, come on," Jag swiped the small glob across my lips. I put my
tongue out and licked at it. It didn't taste awful. I just didn't think
anything coming out of my dick would be sanitary. It just seemed weird. I
usually wiped it up with a tissue or dirty laundry.

My breathing picked up each time Jag pumped me to the edge. Finally he did
it one too many times and my back arched as sticky strings shot out of me,
up and over. I whined and bucked my hips into his fist as he gripped
tightly.

"Ahh!"  Jag winced behind me as I shot his face and got a little in his
eye.  I coated my right ear, splotched the wall and dug my fingers into his
thighs as my body bent in intense new pleasures.

"AHHHHHHHH," I exhaled the last of the boy lava as it sprayed closer to
home and got my belly button. I collapsed back against his chest and he
washed me anew as I recovered.

Jag lifted me up and slid down a bit, setting me on the edge of his tummy
so his cock poked up between my thighs, just under my still stiff
friend. Jag took my hand and gripped his cock with it. I pumped it
lightly. It was nearly twice the size, width and color of my humble
boyhood.

"Wank it for me, little one," Jag said and rubbed my back as I stroked him
lightly.

"Faster, grip it hard," he coached as I jerked him to full mast and felt
the warm, throbbing cock pulse against my palm. He flexed it a few times,
another muscle I was no match for.

"Wow," I giggled nervously, "It's so big."

"You'll be big some day, little one," Jag reassured, "It just takes time,
enjoy your youth." He put his hands on my shoulders and massaged them as I
worked my hands up and down his cock, gripping it and squeezing the head.

"Ahhh," he said all too suddenly, "Fuck yeah, here it comes," Jag growled a
deep lust.

"Yeah," I encouraged and sped up my hands, working his cock in my
inexperienced hands. Jag bucked his hips under me, squeezed a little too
tight on my shoulders and pushed his cock up farther into my palms.

I gripped the two handed pole and kept up pace as he started to shoot thick
white cumshots all over my chest. I got a little on my lips and traced a
tongue out to sample him. It was salty and a little bitter, but I was so
intent on pleasing this man that I swallowed it eagerly and turned my open
lips down to catch a few more shots. I held them in my mouth as Jag cursed
and shook under me, his hands reaching around to pull me back against him
as he continued to coat me in his marking.

"Ohhhh fuck yeah," Jag rubbed my chest and kissed at my ear. I turned my
head and his lips found mine. His tongue entered me and licked his own
juice off my tongue. He liked that, growled a little more as he turned me,
freeing his cock, to bring my chest to his. His arms around me pressed our
bodies together.

Jag's tongue desperately searched my mouth for the last few drops of his
seed as our sticky chests rubbed together in the warm bath.

"Oh fuck yeah," He repeated, his mantra for this session as his lips broke
off from mine and he smiled at me, pressed his forehead to mine and then
bit softly against my lower lip.

"Fuck I love you," he went in again for another kiss, wrestling my lips
into submission as his hands worked their way down my back and he cupped my
ass roughly.

I didn't respond. I Couldn't respond, his lips had mine in lockdown. It
sent little butterflies through me. I'd never been touched that way, talked
to that way, felt that way. His words fucked with me in ways I couldn't
express and maybe at that age couldn't understand. But I responded to his
touch, his warmth, his words. I wanted more.

We wrestled around in the tub for a little bit, coming down from the glow
of our share accomplisments. He soaped me up, I rubbed him down.  We
washed, rinsed and repeated until he got out and wrapped me up in a warm,
soft towel. We got dressed and laid on the bed for a little bit until my
tummy rumbled against his ear as he laid his head on me and flipped tv
channels.

"Oh, dinner," he said and got up to put some shorts on. "I'll run down and
get some food to go. Salad and steaks coming up, just wait here."  Jag
grabbed his keys and slipped on some running shoes, then closed the door
behind him.

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I laid on the bed in briefs and a matching blue t-shirt watching the disney
show Jag had put on for me until I heard a knock at the door two minutes
later. I got up and padded over, thinking he'd forgotten his room key.

"Crispin?"  It wasn't Jag who called my name as I turned the handle. I
started to close the door but the stranger pushed against it. He towered
over me, a red-haired man with a thick chest and muscled arms filling out a
tight black t-shirt and jeans; concerned green eyes staring down at me. He
held up his hands in that I'm-not-against-you pose.

My heart pounded in my ear as the stranger came into the room and looked
around. I backed up until I hit the bed and fell back on my bottom.  "What
the heck, dude? My... He'll be back soon!" I wasn't sure what to call Jag.

"I know, He just left. We need to get you dressed," The man said and turned
to close the door.

"Who?  What do you want?" I choked out the words and crawled backwards on
the bed up against the blue pillows. "I don't have any money.  Please don't
kill me," I felt my face turn hot and started to hyperventilate.

The stranger stopped and looked at me strangely, sympathetically. "I scared
you. I didn't mean to. I'm here to take you home, Cris. It's all going to
be ok," he said in slow, measured words as though I should be hugging him.

"Daddy sent you? I don't know you and I can't go home. We're supposed to
wait for Daddy to tell us it's ok." I felt dizzy with confusion, fear,
uncertainty. I stared up at him with scared eyes and backed up into the
pillows.

Stranger came over and sat next to me on the bed, "Your dad sent us to find
you. I'm Pete, Javier is waiting downstairs with Jag. We need to get
going," he reached over to my bag of clothes and pulled out some shorts.

"We're not here to hurt you. Your father wants you and Jag back home. It's
going to be ok. We're here to tell him it's calm now. Please get dressed,"
Pete said with a reassuring smile.

I sniffled back the tears forming and nodded my head, my heart feeling
lighter that this would all soon be over. "I want to go home."

"I know you do," Pete reached over and patted me on the head, "Your daddy
misses you, now lets get your stuff and get going... please."

I nodded, slipped the shorts on and grabbed Captain Tiger as I went towards
the bathroom. I turned again to see Pete hurriedly packing up the things in
our room. I got the bathroom things, slipped on my converse and joined him.

Pete tossed the bags over his shoulder and put his hand on my back and
guided me towards the door and then down to a large white SUV.

"Can I call my daddy?" I asked as Pete opened the back hatch to toss our
bags in.

"Not right now, sweetie, soon. I promise," Pete said and then opened the
back door for me to get in.

Jag was in the front seat with his head slumped against the window; a
handkerchief tied at the back of his head. I paused to look at him and then
turned to Pete with fear in my eyes.

"What's wrong with him?" I started, but Pete pushed me into the backseat
and closed the door. A young, muscled latino man was behind the wheel and
he barely waited for Pete to close the door before he started to roll out
of the parking lot.

"He's tired," Pete said and reached across me to buckle my seat belt.

"I'm not four! He's knocked out. What's going on? Is he tied up?" I noticed
thick white ropes as I leaned forward to see Jag's hands bound in his lap.

"Shh," Pete tried to calm me and pushed me back against the seat, "He's not
a good man, Cris. Your father sent us to find you and bring you home. I
promise you'll be safe if you stay quiet," Pete put his hand to my chest
and looked down at me with a calm, even tone.

"But...  but he saved me. He kept me safe," I protested and caught Javier,
the accomplice and driver, look at me with an annoyed grin as though I were
the dumbest thing he'd encountered that day.

"Try to get some sleep," Pete said as rain started to patter against the
window. Javier pulled on to a freeway and I stared out at the lights of the
city streaking by, hugging Captain Tiger and trying to think things
through.

I finally passed out a few hours later. We'd stopped to pee at a rest stop
and Pete had gotten me a bag of chips and a sprite from the machines. He
found a blanket in the rear of the SUV and I laid my head against the
window and finally my brain calmed down enough to get a few hours sleep.

I awoke to Jag banging around in the front seat, as the sun came up over
tree covered hills. He wiggled around under the ropes and seatbelt, muffled
threats and obscenities coming from behind the gag.  He finally turned his
head and caught sight of me peaking out from under the blanket and he
calmed down.

Pete was driving and Javier had sprung from next to me to hold Jag down
against the front seat. "Calm the fuck down," Javier warned.

Jag looked back at me with defeated eyes but seemed to calm when he saw me
unrestrained and waking up. "He's fine," Javier said, "Not a scratch."

I nodded my head, confused but wanting Jag to calm down. I felt ashamed
under his gaze. I realized I should have probably not gone quite so quietly
down to the SUV with Pete. Maybe if I'd made some noise, someone in the
hotel would have noticed something was up and gotten some help.

My daddy had always taught me that If someone tried to kidnap me, I yell,
kick, and scream, "911!!" That way whether or not the people around me
thought I was being kidnapped, they'd call for help and maybe the kidnapper
would leave me alone.

Then I thought about the stranger word. Daddy had said that if someone told
me something was from him, they would know the stranger word, "Jupiterpop."

"Hey," I said suddenly and all three men stopped their commotion and turned
to look at me, Pete peered at me through the rear-view mirror.  "What's the
stranger word?" I asked, not sure what I'd do if they did or didn't know.

"The what?" Javier asked. I looked at Jag and he said "Juubiberbob,"
through his gag. Close enough. He nodded at me and smiled a little.  We
stared at each other with eyes that agreed we needed to get out of this
together until Javier smacked Jag on the back of the head and told him to
face the windshield.

An hour later I saw our chance as a sign advertising clean restrooms came
up.

"I really need to pee," I whined, bringing Pete's eyes to the rear-view
mirror. "Please," I added.

"I guess we do need to stop. I'm sure this one needs a piss as well," He
said looking over at Jag who nodded from behind his gag.

"There's a rest stop coming up," Pete said.

"But I need some juice," I said, searching for anything in my brain to make
sure everyone got busy and distracted trying to keep the spoiled kid happy.

"I don't think they have juice," Pete said.

"I have to have juice for my pill," I said firmly. Jag got serious eyes and
nodded furiously to back me up.

"Oh for shit's sake, just go to the Razorstop. We can cover them with guns
either way," Javier said.

Pete pulled in to the last gas pump and filled up the SUV before we could
get out to go in the store. Pete got back in, they had to untie Jag to go
inside to pee. He immediately reached a hand out towards me and said,
"Cris, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to take you like that," but he gave me a
weird eyebrow and a nod.

I backed away from his hand and looked over at Pete who said, "I told you
Cris, everything's going to be ok." He turned to Jag and pulled a gun from
his pocket. Javier pulled his own gun just to show what they could do if he
caused any trouble.

I didn't know what "The perfect moment" would be nor did I have a plan, but
I felt in my gut that Jag was the right horse to bet on.  Another big
feeling inside me said I should just bolt on my own and find a police
officer. But I felt weirdly protective of Jag. It wasn't just the way he
could make my body feel. The fact that daddy wanted him back too (or else
the two guys would have grabbed me and ditched him) made me think maybe
daddy trusted him too.

I lagged back but Pete stopped and motioned me towards the store, he put
his hand on my shoulder like I belonged to him and held the door open for
me. The place was pretty much empty except for an older white guy with
questionable dental practices who smiled and told us "mornin fellas!"

We broke the tension momentarily as everyone gave him courtesy as we made
our way back to the restrooms. They pushed me in first, but I insisted Jag
probably needed it the most. Jag looked over at Javier who nodded in assent
but pulled up his t-shirt to show the gun tucked into his jeans. Jag nodded
with a defeated look.

The moment didn't happen until we were walking out of the convenience
store. The old man called that I'd left the gum I got on the counter and I
went back in for it, Pete stayed with me as Javier and Jag went out to the
van. I stalled for a minute to say thanks to the man and ask him where we
were.

"You're in Pigsboro, Arkansas, son," he nodded and pointed at a poster
behind with a pig wearing a crown and holding a football. "Home of the
mighty fine swine!"

"How're the crops doing?" I mimicked his accent but Pete pulled my arm and
apologized to the man saying we had to get on the road. He wished us a good
day and we headed out towards the van. Pete opened the backdoor and I
hopped inside but it was empty. He left the door open and went around to
the other side. I crawled across the seat and looked down to see Jag
crouched with a gun pointed at Javier.

"Israeli special ops to the rescue," I smiled to myself and patted captain
tiger on the head. A little part of me was worried, but I was also a bit
turned on at the action going on outside the suv.

Jag stood up, holding Javier in a headlock and raised the gun to Pete who
came around the SUV to find the situation had turned against him.

"Woah, look, put the gun down," Pete didn't have time to go for his own
weapon,

"If you know my name, you know I've taken out men who did less to piss me
off. Put your hands up and back up two paces," Jag said. Pete raised his
hands above his head and gulped.

I hopped out of the SUV and came around the back, calling Jag's name and
making a wide circle to not distract him. "I can help?" I offered,
spreading my hands and standing off to the side, out of the way.

"You can not help. Get back in the SUV. This is dangerous. You'll only make
things more dangerous by being out here and I don't want you getting
hurt. Please get back inside." Jag ordered.

"Well," I cleared my throat, "By my count, no one here wants to shoot me.
Right?" All three of them nodded.

"So how about I go back inside and call my daddy?" I suggested.

"NO!"  They shouted in unison.

"You know this is really effed up. Why doesn't anyone want me to call him?"
I asked, "What is going on? Can we just talk for a minute?"

"Good question, Crispin. Why don't you tell him how you kidnapped him and
stole a pile of cash from his father? Why don't you tell him how much his
father put out as a reward to bring you back?" Pete responded.

"This isn't really a convenient time to talk, Cris," Jag said, "Go back in
the SUV and pull my handcuffs out of my backpack please, little one. We'll
talk when we're safely away from all this. I'll explain everything. I
promise."

I sighed but followed his request. I rummaged around and found some very
nice underwear I'd like to see him in but this was not the moment for
that. I fished out the handcuffs and returned to him.

Jag told Pete to put his hands into fists out in front and two inches
apart. He told me to cuff him and then had him kneel on the dirty pavement.

"Don't trust him," Pete begged as I put the cuffs on him, "You know what
your gut is telling you, your father was going to fire him. He's stolen
money, kidnapped his son. You know this isn't right. Help us get you home."

"Shut the fuck up!" Jag called, "Cris, bring me the other pair."

"I..."  I paused and looked between the choices.

"Crispin, please. We don't have time for this. Bring me the cuffs... NOW!"
Jag insisted with an extra emphasis that sent a chill through me. I nodded
and offered the cuffs to him.

He took the pair and pushed Javier up against the SUV. It was obvious the
slighter latino was no match for Jag's strength. They probably regretted
untying him. He deftly cuffed Javier and then slammed him up against the
SUV again and pulled his arm up behind his back until I heard a loud pop
followed by a high pitched yelp from Javier that made me cringe.

"You're going to run as fast as you can while I count to ten and then start
shooting. Let's hope there's a few trees between us by then," Jag growled.

Javier hesitated for the first two until Jag cocked the weapon and growled
again. Javier took off and disappeared into the thick Arkansas forests. Jag
turned towards Pete and told him to raise his arms.

"You can't trust him," Pete repeated to me, "Your father was scared enough
to offer a pretty big reward for bringing you home safe. He's sick
Crispin. He's not taking you home."

"Shut the fuck up," Jag told him as he walked over. He delivered a sharp
elbow to Pete's mouth that sent a splatter of blood away from me.  He
reached into Pete's pants and pulled out the weapon, then into his pocket
for the keys. "Run mother fucker," Jag said and Pete limped off after
Javier holding his jaw and mumbling curses.

"What if they call the police?" I asked.

"The police are probably looking for them," Jag said and eased me back into
the SUV. He pulled back out onto the highway and kept going in the
direction the men had been driving.

"Shouldn't we call the police?" I asked though he seemed reluctant to have
a sharing conversation right now.

"They probably work for the cartel, there's a pretty big price on bringing
your father down. It brings out all sorts. From now on you don't answer any
doors, telephones, anything. You got that?" he said, staring at the open
highway and ignoring my question.

"When can we call daddy?" I asked, pressing my luck, but I'd just helped
save his life so I thought he owed me that much.

"Cris, we just narrowly escaped two guys with guns. This is not a good time
to give away our location by contacting your father. Do you trust me?" Jag
put a hand on my thigh and rubbed it softly. His touch and the incredible
way he sent the two armed guys running brought my cock to
attention. Amazing how nothing overcomes sex drive.

"Yeah...  I guess so," I said.

"Cmon baby, you know I would never hurt you," Jag slipped an arm around my
shoulder and brought me into his side.

"I know...," I laid my head against him, "You kicked ass back there dude!"
I said with excitement and pride.

"That's not a good thing, little one," Jag said, "But I'd do whatever it
takes to defend you, keep you safe, bring you home to your daddy."

"I know... I trust you." I sighed and put my head against his chest.

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