Abandoned Boy

By Thomas Gaige

Published on Feb 10, 2004

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DISCLAIMER: The following story is FICTIONAL. It contains descriptions of sexual activities between men, teenage boys, and between men and teenage boys. If you are not over 18 years of age, or if you find this type of story offensive, or viewing this material is illegal where you are, then please DO NOT READ IT! If you choose to read it, then - I hope you enjoy it!

The Abandoned Boy

Chapter 7


"Oh my fucking God! They're SO HOT! I'm gonna cream my jeans!" Kelly Griggs said to his companion, Dwayne Maxwell, as he squeezed his crotch while the two watched the action in Ethan's black Camaro, which was parked below the upstairs window of the old abandoned farmhouse they were standing in.

"Rodman sticks his finger any deeper up that boy's butt, it's gonna come out his mouth!" Dwayne said, reaching down, inside his pants, and pulling on his hardon, which was uncomfortably bent in half, and pointing downward. He let out a quiet sigh of relief, as his engorged penis, pulled upward and straightened out against his body so that it pointed up and to his left. While his hand was still down his pants, he began squeezing and massaging his hardon, as he and Kelly continued watching Ethan and Simon having sex in the car below him.

"AW Fuck! It looks like they're cummin' now!" Kelly exclaimed, as he squeezed his genitals again.

"Mmmm!" was all Dwayne could say, as his hand moved back and forth over his own dick.


In the car below, Simon and Ethan had just shared their first mutual orgasm. It was a pretty passionate one. When it was over, they continued to lay together, still sucking on each other's rapidly deflating penis, both their bodies twitching involuntarily every so often. Eventually, they'd both sucked the last drops of cum from each other, then they stopped, and sat up.

"That was fantastic!" Ethan proclaimed, grinning at Simon, as he began to pull his briefs back on.

"Yeah," Simon agreed, as he pulled his briefs on as well.

The boys were silent for a minute, while they dressed. When they were both completely clothed again, they climbed out of the backseat of the car. They stood looking around a moment. As they stood there, they both heard a thud above them, from within the house, and looked up.

"Get in the car Simon!" Ethan said suddenly.

Simon, hearing the alarmed tone of Ethan's voice, scooted around the car and jumped in. Ethan got in the driver's side and turned the key in the ignition. The engine cranked, but didn't turn over. He tried again. Again, no luck.

"Come ON!" Ethan hollered, turning the key for a third time and pumping the gas once.

Finally, the engine caught, and Ethan threw the car into gear. He sent a wall of pebbles flying behind the car as he peeled out. The car lurched forward, and headed for the road.

Looking behind them, Simon suddenly choked, "Ethan! There was someone in the upstair's window!"

"I know," Ethan said, sounding less frightened, as he turned onto the road and headed back toward our apartment complex.

"Who could it have been?" Simon asked.

"I don't know. All I know is I'm glad we're out of there. I'm sorry Simon, if I'd known someone was there, we never would've gone there!" Ethan said.

"Well, it was a lot of fun, till it got creepy!" Simon said, grinning, and waggling his eyebrows at Ethan.

Ethan grinned then and said, "Yeah, it was!"

The two boys rode silently then, each grinning to themselves, despite still being a little spooked.


Meanwhile, back at the farmhouse, Dwayne had dropped his pants and boxers, and turned toward Kelly.

"How about you help me with this, then I'll help you with your's?" Dwayne said.

"I gotta better idea," Kelly said. "Let's get all the way naked and help each other at the same time, like Ethan and that blond just did!"

Dwayne grinned and kicked off his boots, then he began pulling his jeans and boxers completely off. Kelly quickly undressed as well. When they were both completely naked, Dwayne pulled the remnants of an old blanket off a rickety chair and spread it on the floor. Kelly laid down on it, and Dwayne turned so he was facing Kelly's feet, then he stepped over and straddled Kelly, and knelt down over him. Instantly, Kelly's hands were grabbing for Dwayne's hardon and scrotum. Dwayne leaned down and started licking Kelly's ball sack, rolling his testicles around. He gently sucked one nut into his mouth and rolled it around, as Kelly let out a low gasp. Dwayne spit Kelly's testicle out and sucked the other one into his mouth and gave it equal time.

While Dwayne was investigating Kelly's balls, Kelly had begun sucking on Dwayne's hard shaft. Dwayne quickly redirected his attention to Kelly's dick as well, and soon, both of them were sucking on, and masturbating each other. After a minute or so, Dwayne felt Kelly's fingers exploring the depths of his ass crack, and soon thereafter, he felt Kelly's wet finger slide through his hole, and travel up inside him.

Kelly must've wanted similar servicing, as he spread his legs apart a bit, and pushed on Dwayne. Dwayne took the hint, and rolled over, so that both boys were lying on their sides now, still in a '69', working on each other. Dwayne wet the middle finger of his right hand with his saliva, and pressed it between Kelly's cheeks, pushing inward. Kelly let out a groan as Dwayne's finger located, then penetrated his anus.

Both boys began finger-fucking each other, as they sucked on each other's cocks. It wasn't long before they were twitching about and moaning. As they continued pleasuring each other, they both slowly sped up, little by little. After a minute or so, they were both pumping away on each other's dicks and ramming their fingers in and out of each other's asses. They were groaning and thrashing about, humping their pelvises toward each other, trying to thrust their erect cocks deeper into each other's mouths.

Dwayne was the first to climax. Breathing in deeply through his nose, he stopped moving for a split second, then he let out a deep groan, and began filling Kelly's mouth with his cream. Kelly kept sucking on Dwayne, swallowing his spunk, as he felt his own orgasm nearing. Dwayne continued deep-throating Kelly, even though he was in the throes of his own orgasm. After a few seconds, Dwayne'e orgasm ended. He could tell Kelly was about ready to blow though. He quickly pushed Kelly's cock out of his mouth and started masturbating him.

"C'mon Kel, Blow your load all over my face!" Dwayne growled.

A couple of seconds later, while Dwayne was still pumping Kelly's cock and finger-fucking his asshole, Kelly suddenly gave a high-pitched groan, and squirted a huge rope of cum all over Dwayne's face. His cum landed in a big streak from Dwayne's upper lip, up over his nose, across his eyelid and forehead, and ended in a glob in his hair. Wisely, Dwayne had closed his eyes, as Kelly began ejaculating, or he'd have gotten some of Kelly's cum in his eye. Dwayne kept jerking Kelly off, and finger-fucking his asshole, as Kelly squirted gob after gob of semen all over Dwayne's face. Some of Kelly's cum landed in Dwayne's open mouth, some landed on his eye lids and forehead, and one glob landed right on his left nostril. Dwayne accidentally snorted most of it up his nose, and quickly began blowing out through it. By the time Kelly was finished, he'd ejaculated several thick streaks and globs of sperm all over Dwayne's face, and into his hair. As his orgasm was ending, Dwayne sucked Kelly's softening penis back into his mouth, and sucked him dry.

As they laid still a couple minutes, recovering, Dwayne wiped his eyelids off and opened his eyes. Then he began scraping Kelly's cum off his face with his fingers, and licking his fingers dry.

"Wouldn't it have been easier just to swallow it hot from my cock?" Kelly asked, snickering.

"Maybe," Dwayne said grinning, "but it's kinda cool to feel it hitting you in the face like that."

Kelly chuckled. Then he said, "You're a sick ticket, you know that Maxwell?"

Dwayne grinned and said "Shut up Kelly! You enjoyed it just as much as I did!"

Kelly snickered and said, "yeah, that's true. Hey! I know that was Ethan Rodman we were watching, but who was the blond kid?"

"That's that junior who's selling blowjobs in the locker room after school!" Dwayne said.

"Has he ever done you?" Kelly asked.

"Hell no! I save my jizz for you!" Dwayne said, grinning.

Kelly laughed, "Just wondering. Interesting. Wonder if they'll be coming here again. Part of me hopes they do - they're so hot to watch! But part of me hopes they won't. This is 'our place' to 'cum'!"

"I doubt they will, I think they saw us and got scared away." Dwayne said, "You saw how fast Rodman took off!"

"Yeah," Kelly said, "well, I hope they don't come back."

Dwayne grinned and chuckled, "of course, it could be fun..."

Kelly looked at Dwayne and snickered, "well maybe we should check out the action in the locker room after school someday!"

Dwayne didn't answer, but grinned and waggled his eyebrows at Kelly.


Tom was just about to leave when Simon and Ethan burst through the door. They both looked flushed, and happy, but also a little agitated. They also looked embarrassed when they saw us look at them strangely.

"You guys alright?" I asked.

"Yeah, we're fine," Simon said.

"Get your music?" I asked Ethan.

"Yeah. It's in the car," he said.

Tom and I looked at them, then at each other.

"Something's not quite right with you two. C'mon, what's wrong?" I asked.

"Nothing!" they both said, blushing.

I noticed they both kept glancing at Tom. Tom noticed too, and graciously said "I know! You can't discuss whatever it is in front of the Principal! OK, I was just taking off anyway. See you all at school tomorrow!"

Both Simon and Ethan blushed more deeply and avoided our looks.

"Thanks Tom! See you tomorrow!" I said.

"Sure," Tom said, grinning. "Bye guys!"

"Bye Mr. McGrath," the boys chorused, as Tom went out the door.

As the door shut behind Tom, I looked back at Simon and Ethan and said, "OK, he's gone. so you gonna tell me what's going on?"

They both looked at each other guiltily. Finally, Simon looked up at me and told me about their interlude and how they thought they'd been watched.

"That'll teach ya to go parking on private property!" I said, snickering.

They both blushed, but smiled a little.

"So, you guys are OK, right? Just a little spooked is all?" I asked.

"Yeah, but someone might have seen us," Simon said.

"How much might they have seen?" I asked.

Both boys turned crimson then, and neither said anything.

"It's OK, you can tell me. You already heard my speech about your sex lives," I said.

Looking at the floor, Simon gave me the general idea of what they'd been doing, while Ethan turned deep purple, and stared at the TV, which wasn't on.

"Well, if they saw you, they saw you! Nothing you can do about it now!" I said. "It's over now. So forget about it. In the future, choose a more private place."

Both of them looked at me a little surprised.

"You're not mad that we were having sex?" Simon asked, finally looking at me. I saw Ethan glancing furtively back and forth between the dark TV and me now too.

"Simon, I told you before. You have to decide for yourself who you're going to have sex with, and what you're going to do. And Ethan wasn't taking advantage of you. So, no, I'm not mad. However, there is something I wanted to talk to you about. I figured I'd wait and talk to you privately, but given the situation between the two of you, I think Ethan needs to be involved in the conversation now too," I said.

Both of them looked at me. The redness was leaving their faces, and they both wore puzzled expressions.

"We need to talk a little about sexually transmitted diseases!" I said.

They remained silent, but both began to look a little worried.

"How much do either of you know about STD's?" I asked.

The boys looked at each other, then Ethan said "well they taught us about them in school."

"OK, well, tell me what all the different kinds of STDs are," I said.

Simon listed syphilis, herpes, and HIV, and Ethan added gonorrhea. I asked if they knew of any others, but they didn't. Then I asked how you got rid of each of them. They realized HIV was permanent, but both thought you could get rid of all the others, even herpes. I could see they were both struggling to demonstrate they knew all about STDs, even though they really didn't, so I stopped asking questions.

"Obviously you both know some things about STDs, but you don't know everything. Since you're both sexually active now, you really need to know it ALL! Let's go sit down, and I'll give you a crash course in STDs, and how to prevent them!" I said.

We went and sat down in the livingroom, and I explained everything I knew about all the various STDs, including how you could get them, and what to do if you did, and most importantly, how NOT to get them to begin with. By the time I'd finished, both boys were looking at me nervously.

Finally, I said, "Ethan, I know you said earlier that Simon is the only person you've ever been with, is that really true? I need to know the truth."

Without hesitating, Ethan said, "absolutely! Simon's it!"

"OK then, well, I don't know if Simon told you this or not, but at the same time he was servicing you for cash, he was also involved with a few other guys as well. The details aren't necessary. The point is, we don't know for certain that Simon didn't pick up an STD from one or more of them. I have a doctor's appointment scheduled for him the day after tomorrow, to be tested." I said.

Simon looked upset. "You made the appointment already?" he asked. "You think I might have something then?"

"I made the appointment," I said, "but how about we not get worried till the doctor tells us there's a reason to. OK? I mean, most likely you're fine. But we should make sure, and the sooner the better!"

"What exactly will he do to me?" he asked.

"He'll take blood samples, and examine you, and he'll take swab samples from your mouth, your penis, and your butt," I said.

"How do they do the swab samples?" Simon asked.

"They stick a thin stick, with a cotton swab on the end of it, inside you, and wipe the inside of the opening," I said.

"They're going to stick one up my butt? How far? And what about my dick? They can't stick something up there," Simon said, looking a little frightened.

"Relax. I can be with you if you want when he does the tests," I said. "As for the swabbing, your butt won't be a problem - the swab is tiny, and doesn't go too far inside. They do stick a swab into your penis as well though. Just inside your urethra, not far. Don't fret, it'll be OK," I said.

Simon looked horrified at the thought, and Ethan grimmaced a little too.

"Do I have to?" Simon asked.

I just looked at him.

"That's what I thought," he said, looking miserable.

"Anyway, I had a reason for talking to both of you guys about this now," I said. "I need to ask you to stop having sex, at least until we know that Simon doesn't have anything. That way, just in case he does, you might be less likely to catch it Ethan."

"Wouldn't I have already caught it, if Simon has something?" Ethan asked, looking worried now.

"Maybe, maybe not," I said, "let's wait to see what happens. Meantime, can I ask you guys to hold off on any sexual relations, until Simon's tests are back?"

They both nodded, looking seriously at me.

"Wh-what if I did get something?" Ethan asked, "I can't tell my Mom. She'd freak, and I'd die."

I smiled and said, "Let's not worry about that yet Ethan. Chances are Simon's fine, so you should be too. If something happens that indicates you could have caught something, I'll help you out Ethan!"

"Should I see a doctor too?" Ethan asked.

"Well, do you have any symptoms?" I asked.

"No," he said.

"Have you ever used needles for drugs, or had a blood transfusion? And I need the truth!" I said.

"No, I don't do drugs! And I've never had a transfusion," he said.

"Good! Did either of your parents have an STD before you were born?" I asked.

"Not that I know of," he said.

"Well, seeing a doctor would be the safest thing to do. But, you have no symptoms, and if you haven't been with anyone else, and you've never used needles, and you've never had a blood transfusion, and neither of your parents had an STD before you were born, I think you'll be fine, unless something turns up in Simon's tests, so I think you can hold off on seeing a doctor for the moment," I said. "Also, we won't really know for a few weeks if Simon's clean or not. You really can't be certain of the test results, unless you've waited 3-4 weeks since your last sexual experience, before being tested. We're gonna have Simon checked now, and again later for final confirmation."

"Thanks Mr. Win-, Greg," Ethan said, smiling half-heartedly at me.

"I'm sorry Ethan," Simon said, looking as if he was going to cry.

"Hey! It's not your fault Simon. I knew I was taking a chance. I took it. So if I did get anything, I only have myself to blame. Besides, I don't think you'll have anything." Ethan said.

"Guys! Let's relax, and just wait and see what the doctor has to say," I said.

We talked a little more, then Ethan had to leave. It was getting late, so we got ready for bed. Our last night together in my bed.


Like a puppy, Simon followed me into the bathroom, when I went to get ready for bed. He finished first, and went and crawled into bed, while I finished up.

I turned off the lights and crawled in next to him. We both lay there quietly for a couple minutes, then Simon said "I need to tell you something else Greg."

"OK," I said.

Simon hesitated a moment, then finally said, "Before I see the doctor, I guess you should know that my step-father did more than just hit me and kick me around. He 'used' me sometimes too."

"Oh Simon, NO!" I said. "I'm so sorry."

"Thanks," he said.

"Can you tell me about it?" I asked.

"I'd rather not get into a lot of details. It's too embarrassing," he said. "All I'll say is that he's a pretty big guy, a lot bigger than me, so it was easy for him to force himself on me!"

"Simon, can you tell me how he 'used' you? The doctor might need to know when he examines you," I said.

Simon didn't respond right away. After a minute, I was just about to say something, when he said, "the same way the guy at the grocery store did."

"I see. I'm very sorry Simon. Did he do it a lot?" I asked.

I heard Simon sniff, then with a cracking voice, he croaked "yes. Every fucking chance he got!"

"OK, you've told me enough," I said, turning on my side and reaching over and rubbing his arm.

I could hear Simon struggling to not start crying.

"It's OK now Simon, I'll never let anything like that happen to you again!" I said.

Simon sniffled a couple times, then he quickly rolled over so he was facing me, and buried his face against my chest and gave into his weeping. I wrapped my arms around him and held him while he cried for a minute or two. Eventually, his crying subsided.

"I'm sorry Greg," he said. "All I do is cause you more trouble."

"Nonsense, you're really no trouble at all. I just want to help you out, so you can live a happy and healthy life!" I said, hugging him a little more tightly.

"Thanks. You've saved my life. I don't know how I'll ever be able to repay you," Simon said.

"There's nothing for you to repay. But, if you want to help, then just be open and honest with me, and try your best to help me to help you!" I said.

"I will," Simon said.

We laid together quietly then, Simon still snuggled in my arms, his head nestled in the crook of my arm. Within a few minutes, he had fallen asleep. I didn't fall asleep for some time, as I laid there thinking about all the horrors the boy had been forced to live through. After a while, I was so worked up and angry about it, I was trembling. I was surprised, but glad, that I didn't wake Simon. Eventually, I let my mind wander to the things we had to do the next day, and then I drifted off to sleep as well.


I woke sometime later, as Simon started tossing and moaning. He was asleep yet, and apparently was having a bad dream. The only word I heard clearly was "no". He kept on moaning it over and over. Gently I woke him up. I asked him if he wanted to talk about it, but he didn't. He yawned and turned onto his stomach and snuggled up against me. We both must've fallen back asleep again, as the next thing I remembered was the alarm going off.


The next day passed uneventfully at school. Neither Simon nor I stayed after, as his new bedroom furniture was arriving that afternoon.

About 4:00, the delivery truck arrived at the apartment, and a few minutes later, all Simon's new furniture was sitting around the apartment. We spent the rest of the afternoon setting everything up in Simon's room, and by suppertime, he was completely moved into his new digs. Simon beamed at me, as we stood looking around his new room when we'd finished.

"Thanks for all this Greg. Nobody's ever been as nice to me as you have been in the short time I've known you. I don't deserve all this! It's too much!" he said finally.

"You do, and that's the last I want to hear you say something like that!" I said.

Simon smiled at me, and his eyes glistened. He stepped over to me and hugged me, and I hugged him back. We stood that way a minute or so, then finally, he broke his hold on me, and I let go of him.


That night Simon went to bed in his own new bed. It felt strange being alone in my bed again, even though it had only been a few nights that Simon had been sharing it with me. Apparently, Simon must've felt the same way, because when I woke up in the morning, he was in my bed with me, snuggled up to me.

"What happened?" I asked, after he woke up as well.

"Oh!" he grinned sheepishly, "I went to the bathroom, and must've forgotten I had my own bed now."

I looked at him and raised an eyebrow, as he tinged pink and avoided my look.

After a moment he quietly said, "well, it seemed a little lonely being all by myself. Besides, I started thinking about the doctor's appointment, and I wanted to ask you more about it. But when I got here you were asleep, and I didn't want to wake you up, so I just sort of stayed.

I snickered and said, "It's OK. And anytime you have a problem, and I'm asleep, you can wake me up."

"Thanks Greg," Simon said, then he pushed back the covers, got up, and headed for the bathroom, while I snickered to myself, as he didn't seem the least bit embarrassed that he was sporting a full-fledged hardon right in front of me.


That afternoon, we left school right after classes again, as we were going to Simon's doctor's appointment.

Simon was visibly nervous while we sat together in the waiting room. I went into the examination room with him. I asked him if he'd be more comfortable if I left. He looked even more nervous then, and asked me not to leave. I smiled and told him I'd stay. The doctor arrived a few minutes later. We exchanged pleasantries, then I explained how I'd come to be Simon's foster-father, and that prior to Simon being in my care, he'd been sexually abused more than once. I left the explanation of Simon's sexual activities at that, and told the doctor that we wanted a full battery of tests for all STD's, including HIV. I ended by telling the doctor that if he needed confirmation of my story, he could check with Tom. The doctor thanked me for telling him that, and said that, as a matter of general procedure in cases where there was abuse, he would have to check with Tom. The doctor smiled sadly at Simon and told him not to worry, that none of the tests would hurt him.

"Can Greg stay please?" Simon asked.

"Sure, if that's what you want," the doctor said.

He asked when Simon had last seen a doctor, and Simon couldn't remember, so the doctor decided to give him a full physical. He asked Simon to strip down. Simon did, then the doctor began looking him over from head to toe. He lingered over the old bruises on Simon's body, as I explained that there had been some physical abuse as well as sexual abuse. I could see the doctor was becoming visibly upset at the thought of it. He remained calm, and gentle with Simon though. After he'd finished his routine exam, he spent some time examining Simon's genitals. Then he had Simon bend over and spread his feet apart, and he examined the area between Simon's buttocks. I noticed that Simon's anus was looking much better. The doctor looked it over good, and told me that we should get some Preparation H for Simon to use for a while. I told him we already had, and he said to keep using it a while yet, and let him know if it didn't clear things up fully. He also told Simon to avoid any "activities" with his butt. Simon blushed a little at that remark.

The doctor got out an STD examination kit then, which contained various swabs, syringes, and containers. He explained to Simon what he was going to do. Simon looked nervous, but let the doctor do his job. First he swabbed the inside of Simon's mouth. He excused himself for a minute and took the swab and left. When he returned a few minutes later, he said he'd just performed an instant HIV test on the swab, and that the result was that Simon was HIV negative. Simon looked elated! Then, the doctor asked him when he'd last had any sexual contact. When he said "two days ago", the doctor looked at me sharply.

"That was voluntary on his part," I said.

The doctor looked at me again.

"I know, I've already had a talk since then with Simon regarding STDs etc," I said.

"I see," the doctor said.

Then he reiterated a lot of things I'd told Simon already, and said that he'd have to come back in a month to be retested. He continued with the tests anyway though, saying at least we'd know if any of Simon's earlier activities had caused any problems that needed immediate attention. He swabbed Simon's mouth again, and put that swab in a container. Then he had Simon stand up. He took a swab and took Simon's penis in his hand and stuck the swab up just inside Simon's urethra. Simon winced as he did this. That swab was put in a container too. Then Simon had to bend over while the doctor stuck a final swab up his ass. This too was put into a container. Finally, the doctor drew a couple vials of blood. The examination was over with then, and the doctor pronounced Simon healthy, pending the results of the current and future STD tests.

Simon got dressed then and we left.


On our way home, I decided to stop at a small grocery store that was on our way to the apartment complex. I needed to pick up something for supper. I thought it was strange when Simon asked to wait in the car. He looked very nervous. Then it dawned on me. This must be the store where the guy worked, who abused Simon. It was close to the school, and the baseball field. When I asked Simon, he didn't answer, and just stared at the floor.

"It'll be OK Simon, I promise," I said. "I'd like you to come in and point the guy out to me though."

Simon looked horrified, but, apparently not knowing what else to do, he finally got out of the car, and trudged into the store behind me. I got a cart and we walked quickly up and down the aisles, grabbing what I needed for supper. Simon stuck to me like glue. Suddenly, in the produce aisle, I saw a look of terror flash across Simon's face, as he looked at a guy standing a few yards away.

"Him?" I asked.

Simon nodded silently. I pulled some money out of my wallet and handed it to Simon, along with the keys to the car. I pushed the grocery cart over to him and told him to go pay for our stuff and wait in the car. Simon took the money and keys, but stood rooted to the spot he was standing in. As I started walking toward the guy, he turned toward us. A lewd smile crossed his face when, not realizing Simon was with me, he saw Simon standing there, seemingly alone. I stepped in front of the guy, as he started to walk toward Simon.

"That boy is my son!" I said, hoping that by calling Simon my "son", it'd scare the jerk even more. "I think you and I need to go to your back room and discuss your relationship with him!"

The guy, Ron, his nametag said, suddenly looked terrified.

"I-I don't know what you're talking about," Ron lied.

"Let's go," I said, "Take me to your back room where you raped my son! Unless you want everyone to know what you did!"

I motioned for Simon, whose eyes were huge, to go pay. He headed for the checkout, as Ron stared at me in terror, gulping. I glared at him angrily, and he finally turned and walked toward a door in the back corner of the store. I followed him. As we were walking past a small display of drain openers and plungers, I noticed one particular plunger with a fat, smooth, plastic handle. Suddenly, a vision popped into my mind of the perfect way to teach the asshole a lesson. I snatched the plunger up and followed Ron.

We entered what looked like a small warehouse. It was empty. Ron turned to face me, a look of fear on his face.

"Keep going! All the way to the back!" I barked at him.

Ron turned and walked toward the back corner of the room. He turned the corner behind some shelves and walked into a small office in the back corner. I followed him, closing and locking the door behind us. As he was turing to face me, I smashed my fist into his face, knocking him on his ass.

"How dare you even THINK about RAPING a boy like you've been doing to my son!" I yelled at him, "Get up!"

Literally quaking in his shoes, Ron got to his feet.

"I-I d-didn't do anything to him!" he stammered.

"Fuck YOU, you didn't!" I bellowed.

"There were witnesses!" I lied, quickly, hoping to get him to admit to it.

Almost unbelievably, my ploy worked, as he started crying then.

"Wh-what are-are you going to d-do? P-please! I-I w-won't go n-near h-him again!" he stammered.

"Shut up!" I hollered, punching him in the face again, this time, sending him flying back into a set of shelves, and giving him a bloody nose. "Fucking 'A' right you won't be going near him again!"

As he stood holding his bleeding face, I said, "How about I show you what it was like for my boy?"

Ron looked terrified then, when he saw the plunger I was brandishing in my hand.

"Drop your pants and lean over your desk!" I said.

"PLEASE! NO!" Ron pleaded, with terror filled eyes.

"You'll do what I say, or I'll have you arrested for rape and sodomy of a minor! Bet the guys in prison will have fun with a wuss like you!" I said.

Ron stood staring at me for a moment.

"DO IT!" I yelled, glowering savagely at him.

Ron's bloody, tear-streaked face wore a look of horror, as I glared at him. Slowly he turned around and pulled his pants and boxers down and leaned over the desk.

"Please don't!" he pleaded again, "I p-promise, I'll n-never do it again! You can beat me all you want! But PLEASE - Don't do THAT to me!"

I stared into his eyes, as he looked back at me, and lowered the tip of the plunger handle, pointing it toward his asshole. Slowly, I pressed it up against his anus. Ron was weeping pitifully, and pleading with me not to go any further, that he'd learned his lesson.

"I don't think you really understand what it felt like to my boy, when you shoved your dick up inside him!" I said.

"Please! You're not a bad person like I am! Good people wouldn't do this!" Ron wailed, in a last ditch effort to save himself.

I leaned down close to Ron's ear and sneered, "You're not a kid! And I'm not using my dick on you! So emotionally the fear and embarrassment you're feeling is nothing compared to what you inflicted on my son! So I'm not being half as bad a person as you were, not that I care if I am! I promise you though, the pain you feel will be equal to, or far surpass what my son felt!"

Then I rammed the plunger handle swiftly and firmly through Ron's anus, and about 8" up into his rectum.

Ron screamed in pain, and his face contorted in a look of unbelieving agony. I hoped no one out front in the store had heard him.

"How'd that feel?" I asked, as Ron started crying uncontrollably, while I held the plunger up his ass.

He was literally bawling, when seconds later, I pulled the plunger handle out of him. Then, he yelled in agony again, as I slammed it back up inside him again. I ramrodded the plunger's handle in and out of Ron's asshole a several more times, while he wailed in pain. Finally I pulled it out of him and tossed it aside. He stared back at me sobbing.

"I'll stop now, even though you didn't stop when my son begged you to!. With him, you kept on going till you got your rocks off up his ass! You think you're hurting now! Think how much worse he was hurting, when you did it longer and harder to him! If you ever go near him again, for any reason, you won't go to jail! I'll fucking kill you instead! And if you decide to tell anyone what just happened here, nobody will believe you after I have you arrested for raping my son! Do we have an Understanding?" I snarled at him.

"Y-yes! I-I'll never go near him again! I p-promise!" Ron said, as he started to get his crying under control.

"You'd better keep that promise!" I snarled, "If you don't you'll be a dead man, and I'm not joking about that!"

I turned on my heel and walked away. As I turned the corner, around the shelving, I turned and looked at Ron. He was still lying across his desk with his pants down around his ankles. He was crying, and had reached behind him and was rubbing his asshole as he stared at me with frightened eyes yet.

"Remember!" I hissed. Then I turned and walked around the corner toward the front of the storage room.

As I walked back out into the store, there were only a couple of old ladies who were selecting bags of potatoes in the area. Nobody else was around.


I walked to the front of the store, and not seeing Simon at the cash registers, I went outside. He was sitting in the car with the groceries, looking terrified.

"What happened?" he asked, staring at my hand. A couple of my knuckles were skinned and bleeding.

"He won't ever bother you again!" I said. "But, if he even looks at you, you tell me immediately! OK?"

Simon stared at me a moment, then said "OK, but what did you do?"

"I made sure he'll leave you alone. That's all you need to know," I said, as I started the car.

We rode home silently then. Simon kept glancing at me all the way, but didn't say anything. When we got home, Simon disappeared into the kitchen, and returned a minute later with a zip-lic bag filled with ice cubes. He handed it to me.

"It's for your hand," he said. "I'm sorry I caused you to get hurt."

"You didn't cause me to get hurt. It's not YOUR fault that jerk did what he did to you!" I said.

"Still..." Simon said trailing off, and looking at me dolefully.

"It's not your fault!" I said, looking into his eyes.

We looked at each other for a moment, then he finally sighed and said, "fine!". I smiled at him, and he smiled back at me. Then I headed to the kitchen to start getting our supper ready. Simon followed me, and offered to help. Soon, we were sitting at the table eating cheeseburgers and fresh fried potatoes, talking about our day at school.


Simon complained for the rest of the evening about his penis. It burned at the inside of the tip of it whenever he peed, because of the swabbing. It didn't appear that he was bleeding or anything, so I told him if it was still bothering him in the morning, that I'd call the doctor.

That night Simon slept all night in his own bed. In the morning, much to his relief, his penis felt normal again.


As we entered the school that morning, neither of us noticed Dwayne and Kelly sitting on a bench in the lobby, watching us. While I went to the office to get my mail, Simon headed to his locker. Once Dwayne and Kelly saw us part, they got up and followed Simon...


The next chapter in this series will be published shortly.

Next: Chapter 8


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