Dinnian
by Thole poondu@members.gayweb.com
DINNIAN one
I must be dreaming... nightmare is more like it; but I cannot escape. I am back in the coal bin I remember from before when I was a little kid, when I lived in that old house with the people who called themselves my foster parents. It must be after I started to go to school because I never went in the coal bin before that. I am naked, hiding under a dirty blanket, waiting. I know what is going to happen; it happens like this all the time.
It use to be, before school, that I would play in the yard, almost always by myself; sometimes Ma's friends would bring their brats over and we would play together. Clothing then was a luxury and I would rarely have anything on but for when we went out or someone came to visit. After they left Ma would wash me with the hose in the dooryard and I would run around to dry before coming in the house.
When they started me to school clothing became even more precious since it had to be purchased out of the meager allowance for my support paid by the town and must be clean for school and so I wore less at home. I had one school uniform and when it wasn't clean I would miss a day. At home, if it was warm I would go without, saving my thin woolen tunic for when I needed it, although that was hardly ever my choice.
Another thing that started about that time was my Da showing me how to coal the furnace that heated our place. At first it was a fun thing, just to be with him for that short time, even when he would hit me for dropping the coal. Then as time went on I did the coaling more and more alone and when he was there with me it was only to beat me or make me work without the shovel.
If Ma reported I had done a wrong he would take me to the cellar and beat me with his belt on my naked legs and ass or he would leave me to fill the furnace with only my hands to carry the coal. Sometimes I would sleep in the coal bin rather than chance his anger by going, filthy and black with coal dust, up to the kitchen to beg to be washed.
But washed I would be anyhow come morning. Ma would hasten me to the dooryard and spray water from the hose and I would scrape my body with a burning soap until I was clean enough for school.
Now I am huddled under the blanket in the corner. I have covered myself with coal to hide from his belt. Ma was very angry when I came in from school. I had been in a fight with some older boys and my school togs were muddied and torn. Now I hear his heavy step coming in the house and her yelling and him calling me. I feel the warmth of my pee on my belly as fear weakens my control. The dream is always like that. Even now, eight, nine years later, when I sleep in a soft bed with warm covers and a Ma and Da who truly love me I still wet in the night in that dream.
He is in the coal bin now, stumbling about in the dark, I cry out as he steps on me and he rips away the blanket and beats me where I lie.
DINNIAN two
But this time the waking is different. The dirty blanket is torn away and I am awake and I remember.
The first week of my journey was beautiful. The weather was fine and the riding both hard and pleasant. I was on my own for most of the summer. I had come a long way from the near slavery of that first foster home to the life I now led with these people who had adopted me and now I planned to ride as far as I could for the summer and learn more about this new place where I lived.
Yesterday had started overcast and misty in the high pass where I camped by the road side but I could see the sunlight on the valley below where I expected to be for breakfast. I got going too fast on the hill down from the pass and the heat of my brakes caused the rear tire to blow-out. I carried a spare but having to unpack to make the repair made quite a delay and the wet weather overtook me before I got underway again.
I was soon soaked and going slow to avoid problems on the sharp turns, wet brakes don't work any better than hot ones, when a small truck came quickly out from my right and I slid sideways into him. There appeared to be no damage to my bike and I was not injured but for being shaken up a bit. The man got out and apologised and stood in the rain asking if I was all right. Then he invited me to his house, back in the wood there, to dry off and eat.
His cabin was warm and he busied himself making hot tea and scones as I stood in the kitchen and stripped off my wet things and took the blanket he offered. He plied me with questions concerning my travels as we had tea together and the last thing I remembered was falling to the floor.
The tea must have been drugged. I have no idea how long I have been asleep, the room where I am is dark. I am naked still, lying on my back on the rough wood floor of the mud room with my hands tied in front of me and to my feet which are drawn up tight against my ass. He pulled the blanket away and poured a bucket of cold water on me.
"Well now my pretty young boy, I trust you have had a comfortable rest; perhaps when you are up and about you will earn better accommodations." It was sure not the same friendly voice that invited me in for tea and I was afraid.
I pleaded with him to let me go but he said he would keep me for a while and I had best shut up if I wanted to keep my tongue. He picked me up by my hair and set me on unsteady feet. I was bent double with my hands still tied together with my ankles and he led me back through the kitchen to a larger room beyond. It was roughly furnished with several stuffed chairs and a wood stove and he left me standing in front of a padded foot stool whilst he went to open the door of a room to one side. "Let's see if my wolf-hound likes your sex as much as I pretty boy."
DINNIAN three
A large black dog came up to me and began to sniff and lick me. I began to get hard as I did in some of my dreams when I would wet. The dog licked me and nipped at the end of my hard cock and I cried out and he backed away and the man pushed me over onto the foot stool. The wolf-hound went around behind me and licked my ass, his tongue probing in and his breathing getting louder. Suddenly he mounted me as if I were his bitch, his foreclaws scratching my back and his teeth biting at the back of my head. I could feel him humping blindly, his cock searching for a hole, and then he found mine and plunged into my ass and humped me.
I could hear the man laughing and saying that he would scratch as much as the dog if I did not stop crying. The dog was spent and went back to his corner to lick himself, and the man, who had stripped off his clothing, was feeling of me from behind. I could feel the juices of the dog running down my legs and the man's hand spreading the cheeks of my ass. I felt him press against me and push himself into me and he humped me like his dog had.
When he was through he rolled me onto my back and released the chain that held my hands to my ankles and I lay arched over the stool with him kneeling between my legs. Now it was my turn he said to me and went on how excited and hot I must be to get off after that rape of my pretty ass. I was hard and I did ache with that hardness but I did not understand. He stroked my legs and loins and put his mouth on my hard cock. He lifted under my ass and I found, as repulsed as I felt, a strong pleasure in his attention and my hips rocked into him and he swallowed me and I held him there as waves of newly discovered orgasm washed over me.
He stood back from me, my cum drooling from the corners of his mouth, "You liked that now, didn't you pretty boy?" and I nodded a weak agreement to keep him happy and plotted my escape.
DINNIAN four
He knelt at my head and commanded me to wipe the drool from his lips. As I did he bade me wipe it onto my lips so to taste myself how good I was. I hesitated and he grabbed my balls and squeezed them slowly. I cried out and smeared my cum across my face and he let go. "Not like that, fool," he yelled. He squeezed out the dregs of my orgasm onto his fingers and wiped them on my lips, forcing his fingers into the corners of my mouth. My first taste of boy-cum.
He pulled me to my feet and brought me to the table on which was a drinking glass half full of whiskey which he forced me to drink by the same torture. Then he led me to a bed and pushed me onto it.
I lay quietly on my back as he tied me from corner to corner across the bare, stinking mattress, trussed, as he said, like a plucked young capon waiting to be roasted. He went to the table again and I could hear him pour another tumbler of whiskey that he carried back and drank as he told me what he had in store for my body. But the whiskey, or the drug that was in it, was taking hold and I was slipping in and out of dreams and heard little.
I dreamt of the orphanage where they took me after that day in school when the teacher saw the marks of my Da's beatings. I had taken a spill in the school yard and received an injury on my behind. I don't know what scared me more at the time, the tear in my school shorts or the blood running down my leg, but when the teacher, soothing my cries began to remove my shorts I could only think that I was to be beaten.
The nakedness didn't shame me and when I saw that she only intended to wash my hurt I was OK. When she asked where I got all the bruises, in my innocence I told her. I never went home that day.
A nurse from the orphanage came to school and took me away and I was bathed and given clean clothing and installed in a dorm with several other boys ranging from my own age up to about fourteen. It was over crowded there and for the first few nights I shared a bed with another boy my same size. We became close friends and would sleep in each other's arms and it was a tragic loss to me when he was adopted and left.
Sometimes a man would give us sleeping pills if we seemed too active at bedtime or if there had been some excitement during the day that might keep us awake.
One night I did not take the offered pill and was awakened later by the noise of some of the older boys across the room. I watched quietly as three of them gathered and took off their pajamas. They stood naked and whispered and pointed at the other beds finally agreeing on mine.
DINNIAN five
I was scared but knew I was supposed to be asleep so I closed my eyes and lay back as they approached. They pulled back my covers and removed my pajamas. One boy sat on the edge of my bed and held me across his knees whilst the other two took turns at my ass. They didn't hurt me and it was soon over. The third one had had his turn and they put me back into my bed. Then I heard the man come in and ask them if they were through. One of the bigger boys laid across the foot of my bed and the man had him and then they covered me and went away. In the morning when I woke still naked it took a few moments to remember the events of the night and I could not figure out which boys did it. I never took the pills again but the next time it happened it was some other little kids turn.
I was awake again and the man was still standing there talking. He had finished his whiskey and climbed on top of me, squatting across my chest, his cock wet against my lips as he exhorted me to open my mouth. Finally he reached back and squeezed hard on my balls and when I screamed he pushed into my mouth. I bit down. He yelled and hit me then he pulled out and beat me with his hands all over me. I remember writhing on the bed and being sick when he hit my balls. He turned me over and beat on my ass and thighs and then pushed his cock, dry and burning into my ass and I passed out.
It was faintly daylight when I woke. The taste of cum was in my mouth and I knew he had had his way with me. He was awake and dressed and untying the chains. He didn't remove the chains from me, just from the bed. He led me to a toilet and watched as I peed and then took me to wait on him in the kitchen as he ate. After he let me eat some cold cereal he took me outside and secured my leg chain to a tree on the lawn. My job as his slave was to mow the lawn; when I was through with as much as I could reach he would come and move me. All day I worked at that and when he came back in the evening I was sunburned and ravenous. He would not let me eat until I had waited on him and then I got little more than his dog. At least his dog did not get me that night but otherwise it was nearly a repeat of the previous orgy. On the second morning I was worn out. He had sucked on me several times and ravaged my ass in between.
This time he tied me in reach of his dog and left me with another part of the yard to mow. As long as I was mowing towards the dog it had stayed back but I didn't realize that until I turned away the first time and it came bounding after me. I tried to run but the chains tripped me and the dog and I rolled on the ground and he was onto me hot and heavy. I couldn't get away. When I lay on my back he would snarl and snap at my cock and when I rolled over he nipped at my ass until I raised it up to give him what he was after. He then licked me clean and mounted me and I got hard from his attention and came on the grass. Eventually I got us untangled and went on with the mowing.
Again the night was the same but there were no drugs this time. The man said I was learning his ways well and we might get along for a while. I didn't know how long that meant and I did not ask. I did not talk at all except to answer his questions and then only so that he would not beat me. In the night I called out in my dreams to the people who came to adopt me from that orphanage. My Ma and Da who loved me and who would meet me a few weeks down the road and we would all go home together. I had to get away from this monster.
DINNIAN six
That third morning he again tied me outside in another part of the yard he wanted mowed. After he left in his truck I found I was within reach of my bike. In my tool bag there were cutters that I could get through the nylon cable ties that he used to hold the chains of my slavery. It didn't take long to break free and get back into the house for my riding togs. My bike was OK and but for one last thing I was ready. I hoped he wasn't just around the corner.
I went back into the house and spilled some lamp oil around and set a short candle in the middle of it. I guess it didn't really matter if I ever found out if I was successful. It was the thought that counted. I just wanted time to get away before any authority attracted to the scene might pass me on the road. As much as I knew my foster parents loved me, I feared what might happen to me if they should be accused of my delinquency.
I rode for two days. The first night I stayed in a youth hostel where I met a group of about twenty kids who were more or less going the same way as I. The second day I rode with them for a while, getting to know some of their names and the name of their leader who invited me to join with them. I chose not to and turned off along my planned route and spent that night alone in an empty field. It was a beautiful night and I was happy and comfortable. But I was lonely after being with them and somewhat afraid being alone.
The next day I caught up and asked to be reconsidered. Their leader took me on and put me up that night with a boy about my age named Davd. We got along OK and chatted as we went to sleep. He told me some about his past and I told him some about mine. I could tell he was leaving a lot out as I am sure he could about me. We were camping out that night but the next night would be in another hostel. We didn't get to talk much for the next couple of days but then, the next time we were back in the tents he asked me, almost casually if I had any girl-friends.
Bicycles were parked and tents set in a tangle of lines and tables and somewhere near thunder boomed. We had both just come back from the camp showers and stopped for a minute to stand with some of the other boys and girls at the sag-wagon where the leaders were discussing some change in the plan if we might get bad weather in the next few days.
It was too dark to really see him in the tent but I knew he had taken off his shorts and I knew from seeing him at the shower that was all he had on. I took mine off too and we lay back on our blankets. It was too warm to get into them.
"So, Dinnian, you got any girl- friends?"
"No, have you?"
"God no. Girls are such a bore. They get you in more trouble." he said with some emphasis on the end. After a pause he went on, "You got any boy- friends?"
DINNIAN seven
I know now what a struggle it was for him to ask that question. The stigma of using the phrase boy-friend in the same context as girlfriend weighed heavily on his mind and his voice was quiet as the words came out.
"No, have you?" I asked in return. His answer caught me off guard but he went on talking. Telling about his two friends whom he hadn't seen for the year he was away at school and how he looked forward to spending a week or two with them before next term.
"It's hard, the school I go to," he said, "I know there are things going on in the dorms. Back in the spring a girl left cause she was pregnant and I know one boy who probly won't come back next term cause of the labels they've put of him since he made an advance on the wrong guy. I don't know what's worse. You see those two holding hands at the sag-wagon?" His voice had come back up a bit but he didn't wait for me to answer. "We're all divided up you know, separate but equal tents in this group, but there are two boys and two girls that swop off each night and they think the leaders don't know. They know, they're just looking the other way."
There was another pause and his voice was quiet again, "Dinnian, you ever have sex with a boy?"
I felt a strange stirring in my body and began to realise why this peer, of all the others in the group, held such an attraction for me. I had found myself seeking him out to ride beside and eat with even when others were trying to seek me out and I wondered what it meant.
"Never cause I wanted to," and I told him of what had happened to me in the orphanage and the week before. "In the end," I said, "not to make a pun, I have to admit, mostly to myself, that I did enjoy a little of what he did to me, but I'm still glad I burnt his house down. To bad he wasn't in it, cause even if I liked what he did it was still rape."
Davd rolled over close beside me and held himself up on his elbows, our thighs touched and his foot moved against mine, "Can I show you what it's like between two boys who like each other a lot?"
He put his head on my chest and began to caress and tingle me. I lay there and let the good feelings flow into me and then began to stroke his back and buns as he kissed his way to my hardon. When I came it was most delightful and wiped away the horror of the past. When he was through with me he sat up and asked if he had done well.
"After that last week I never thought I would ask anyone if I might please suck them off," I said to him, "but you have showed me that it can be fun."
"Another boy's mouth always works better than your own hand," he said as he lay back, "even my doctor told me that."
DINNIAN eight
We rode close and lived close for the next several days and I was sad as I had been when the boy I shared a bed with in the orphanage was taken away when it came time for us to part. He would return to his school and I to mine and we would likely never meet again except through the letters we both promised to write.
My Da met me as planned, Ma had stayed home as other relatives had arrived, and we rode together for two days, staying in hostels along the way and visiting places as a father and son might. On the third night together we camped out by a river and went skinny dipping. When we came out of the water it was dark and we picked up our cloths and walked naked to the tent. I took his hand and stopped him. "I know it's probly not exactly right for a fourteen year old to hold his father's hand and cry," I said through my tears, "but I want you to know that I learnt, this summer, how much I really love you. I learnt what that means."
In the tent we talked of other things and he asked me what else I learned in my travel.
"There are some things in this world that when you touch them the first time they change your life forever." That was pretty profound coming from me and he asked me what I thought I meant. I told him about my sexual experience with Davd and as I lay there talking I was getting hard just remembering. I told him how good it felt, the things we did and the feelings we shared and he listened. "You're not angry, are you, and you're not surprised either." I said.
"No, I'm not surprised, Dinnian," he said, "most boys have their first sex with another boy, some find it on their own, some few find it with a man. Then most go on to girls, tho some do that only with reluctance, because they want to raise a family and that is about the only way." He laughed quietly and reached to stroke my erection. "And a good thing too because if the world was left to us men alone there wouldn't be any boys left to love after a while."
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