Message-ID: <19154eli$9901220437@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: "Dream Spinner" Subject: ST: Getting Even (m/b/t, Domination) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <19990117065248.24300.qmail@hotmail.com> Caution/invitation: This story involves the concept of intergenerational sex, the love of an adult for a ten-year-old boy, and that preteen's domination over an eighteen-year-old. It has been written explicitly for posting at adult gay stories sites. This is the first of a Samaritan series of stories by J.O. Dickingson who may be contacted at authorsix@hotmail.com Getting Even Anyone passing Charles Edward Clark on the street would just think he was a fat, plain- looking nobody. For many years he was. Then he got the job at the Seven-Eleven convenience store. Now, at least when he was at the store, he was somebody. The eighteen-year-old high school drop out had money, he had position, and he had authority. What more could a guy want? People who did not know better might snort and say the position was just as a clerk, but it was much more than that. During his shift he was the only one in the store, which made him the man in charge. The owners depended on him, and so did the customers. He stocked the shelves. He took the inventory. He handled the cash register. He signed for the new deliveries during the day. This was his store. The punk kids who hung out in the strip mall where the store was located knew it. There was no foolishness when he was on shift. They did need reminders about the rules of course, like the little snot-nose looking at the comic books at the moment. Charles did not mind that. That was part of his job. He marched over to the boy. "Can't you read the sign kid?" Davey looked up at the clerk and tried not to show his irritation. The guy was a jerk, and everyone knew it. Unfortunately there was not a thing anyone could do about it. "Which sign?" "Don't get lippy with me, you spoiled little brat!" "I wasn't. There's lots of signs," Davey replied at least half honestly as he gestured about the aisle. The boy looked up at the clerk with all the innocence a ten-year-old can muster, but the wide-eyed puppy look was not going to work on Charles Edward Clark. "This sign, snot-nose. No Browsing." "I wasn't browsing," Davey replied, although at ten years of age he was not sure what browsing really meant. The clerk suddenly grabbed the comic book he was looking at and put it back on the shelf. "Hey! I wasn't finished looking at that!" "You're finished kid. Now pick a comic or get out of here and let paying customers have a chance to look." Davey looked up and down the aisle. Other than a woman over where they sold the milk and cheese and stuff, and a guy down the aisle looking at cans of dog food or something, there was nobody in the store. "I haven't decided which one yet." "Tough. You've had enough time. Now get out of here." "I got a right." "Ya got no rights. Now move it," the clerk said, giving him a shove. The clerk was five foot eight and at least two hundred pounds. When you are four feet and eighty pounds, you can't put up much of a fight. You can, however, put up an argument. "Get your shitty hands off me!" Charles was about to retaliate but just then the woman went up to the counter with her purchases. Giving Davey a scowl, Charles went to serve her. Rule one, paying customers got top attention. Davey returned to the magazine rack. He considered his choices and finally made a decision. As the woman headed for the door he plunked the comic down on the counter and took the crumpled bill and handful of coins from his pocket. "You can't buy this." "What do you mean?" "You're too young." "What do you mean too young?" Davey asked, wrinkling up his nose. "I'm not buying cigarettes or something." "You heard what I said, snot-nose, now move it." "No way, shithead. I've boughten this comic before. You don't got to be a certain age." "You do now," the clerk said smugly. "Now get out of here before I phone the cops." Although he knew he was in the right, Davey knew he could do nothing about it. It was the first time the dumb clerk had played power games with him, but Davey had heard from others who had been victims of his arrogance. "Damn fucking shithead," he cursed as he headed for the door. "I can have you charged for swearing!" "Kiss my ass!" The door was on a spring and Davey could not even have the satisfaction of slamming it. He kicked the outside of the building, but it was too solid to make a noise, and there was no satisfaction without at least a noise. He kicked the gravel off the sidewalk into the street. He cursed every swear he knew, which was perhaps all of eight words. He finally sat down on the curb, his face beat red, his brown eyes now brimming with tears. Brushing his thick brown hair away from his eyes, he fought the temptation to cry. He was big now, ten years old. Big boys did not cry over bullies. They got even. A shadow passed over him. As he looked up a Power Rangers comic, the book he had tried to buy, dangled before him. An X-men, the comic that had been his second choice, was with it. He looked farther up. Smiling down at him was the man who had been looking at the dog food or whatever. "He had no choice but to sell these to me," he said, still smiling. Davey looked at the comics and then back up at the man, not sure why he was showing him the books. "They're for you." "Geez, thanks, mister," Davey replied, quickly getting to his feet. "But I only got enough money for one," he said, as he dug in his pocket. "You don't have to pay me." Davey's guard went on full alert. When an adult offered you something for nothing, something was up. Davey might only be ten, but he was no fool. Besides, he had been warned about such men, and told that boys with his cuteness had to be especially wary. Nobody told him exactly what to be wary about, however, or what being cute had to do with men offering him things. Adults did that. They told you a little bit, but always held something back because you were too young to know. "Why are you giving me these?" "The clerk had no right to refuse you." "Yeah. That's right for sure," Davey had to agree. He lowered his guard a bit. "Why'd the shithead do that anyway?" "Power," the man said knowingly. "Control." "Yeah," Davey said, understanding. This adult was cool. Most adults would just shrug and say they did not know, really meaning that they did not care, or that he was a kid and wouldn't understand if they tried to explain. "He acts like the owns the store. Always bossing kids around, acting real smart, especially in front of girls. I'd sure like to get even with him." "You can." "Huh?" The man squatted down and whispered. Davey smiled and drew nearer. This adult really was cool. Six p.m. Charles said goodby to his replacement and headed for his car. He was feeling fantastic. It was Friday, today was payday, and he had a two-day holiday. Getting into his car, he buckled up and turned on the engine. The sudden movement in the back seat scared the shit out of him. "What the hell ." "Just turn around and pull out of the lot," came a deep voice. "I'll tell you where to go." The knife at his neck was all the convincing Charles needed. "Look, you want my money, you can have it. No trouble, okay?" "Turn right at 67th." Charles began to sweat as they drove though the city and into the industrial area. Charles sweated easily, and as he glanced around the deserted streets, he had every reason to be sweating. This part of town was old and the buildings dilapidated. There was nobody around. It was not the part of town you wanted to be found in once it got dark. They finally pulled up to an old brick building that looked like it had not been used for a decade. This was not good. "Get out of the car." "You can have it," Charles quickly replied. "You can have anything you want, just don't hurt me." His heart was pounding furiously as he tried to think what to do, but Charles was not very good at thinking on his feet. The man directed Charles over to the back of the building and he unlocked the door. They went straight down to the unlit, empty basement and the man herded Charles over to a corner. Tying a rope around his right wrist and looping it over a ceiling beam and then back down, he tied his other wrist so that his arms were spread part and Charles was stretched as far as possible without lifting his feet off the floor. The man tied his ankles to rings on the floor. Another figure moved in the shadows. Charles tensed. Tying him up in this position, and there being two men, several possibilities ran through his mind, but none of them made sense. If it was a ransom they were expecting, he hardly made enough to make it worth the men's while. If it was sex they were expecting, that was a surprise because nobody had ever given any indication that they were interested in his body, male or female. In fact throughout most of his life he had been teased or insulted because of his weight. He was still a virgin, and likely was going to be so for some time yet. The person stepped out of the shadows. It was the dumb kid that he had tossed out. Then he recognized the man as the dude that had bought the two comic books. "What is this?" he asked the man, who simply glanced over at the boy and smiled. "Getting even time, dude," said the boy. The man did not respond, and in fact gave no indication that he had even heard Charles. "What do you mean? Let me loose now," he demanded. "Kiss my ass." "You're going to be sorry." "I don't think so," the boy smiled, looking up at the man. "Go ahead." The man answered the unspoken question as he smiled down at the boy. The boy stepped up to the teenager and unbuttoned his shirt. His chest was smooth with just a tuft of hair at the V of his neck and a thin line down the centre. His breasts were fat and flabby, bigger than the boy's thirteen-year-old sister's tits. He knew. He had spied on her when she'd taken a bath. The boy undid Charles' belt and pulled down his fly. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" Davey continued, pulling down the young clerk's pants, and then his boxers. "Pervert!" The man opened a bag he had brought with him, and calling Davey over, he handed the boy something. The boy returned to Bobby with a wide grin, a leather strap in his hand. "Now we're going to get even, beginning with you paying for being such a smart ass this afternoon." Davey slapped the teenager's fat butt with the strap and Charles jerked. He whacked it again, with all his strength and the whack echoed in the empty basement. Charles' ass stung and he could not help but jerk his body, but he refused to cry out. No way was a snot-nosed kid going to make him do that. Davey struck it again. Charles grimaced and bit his lower lip with the searing pain. Over and over the strap hit his ass until it was burning and Charles' lip was bleeding. Finally stopping, Davey stood in front of him and ran a finger down his chest, tracking the line of hair. He reached the patch of thick pubic hair and he ran his fingers through them curiously. He hadn't known guys got hair down there when they got older. Charles watched nervously but his mind was on the pain in his butt. Davey picked up the teenager's limp cock. Charles opened his mouth, but then decided it might be best to say nothing. Davey slowly drew the skin back, exposing the reddish knob, and then slid it back up as the man had told him to. He repeated it several times, and despite his circumstances, Charles felt pleasure rippling through his flesh and it began to swell. Davey knew the pleasure he was feeling. He fiddled with himself sometimes. He slowly drew the skin up and down over the purplish-red knob a dozen times. A sudden, unexpected snap of Davey's finger against the knob of Charles' cock ended the pleasure and Charles jerked with the pain. Davey smiled up at him saucily as if to say, "that'll teach you to mess with me." The man took out a magazine from his bag and walking over to Charles, held it up for him to see. It showed a handsome young man and a voluptuous woman coming out of a theatre and driving to a secluded spot in his car. The next two pages showed the young man stripping the girl and her unzipping his pants. Charles knew about such magazines, but he had never had the courage to buy one himself. Although tied up and frightened, Charles felt his cock responding to the pictures of the naked couple beginning to neck and he quickly turned his head away. The man slapped his face and told him to look. His jaw aching painfully, he turned his attention back to the magazine. Davey was not interested in the magazine, but he was in Charles' cock. To the ten-year-old boy's amusement, it slowly grew hard and rose up in the air. He was, after all, a typical red-blooded American boy. Charles stared now at the magazine, unable to look the boy or the man in the eye. He knew what had happened was normal and no fault of this own, but he felt ashamed of his reaction, and even more ashamed that the other two could see his condition. Closing the magazine, the man handed something to Davey as he whispered in his ear. Charles watched as Davey snapped a metal ring about the base of the teenager's cock. Having lead an innocent life, Charles had no idea what the thing was, or what having it on would do. As the boy took his hard cock in his hand and squeezed it, Charles turned a bright red. Nobody had ever touched him there before. He was embarrassed, and confused. Feeling Davey squeezing his boner felt good, but Davey was male, and a child besides. What he was doing should not feel good! Davey stroked the boy's cock slowly as the man had instructed, his small, soft hands causing thrills of pleasure to ripple through it. He kept it up for about two minutes, working his little fist up and down with a slow rhythm. Then suddenly he stopped and let go. Charles' cock jerked up and down excitedly, eager for the hand to return and bring it off. Instead, Davey stepped behind Charles and walloped the boy's butt with all his might, replacing the pleasure with an unexpected pain. Davey spanked his ass half a dozen times before walking in front of him again. "Beg for me to let you cum," the boy instructed, not knowing what that meant but parroting what the man had told him. "Never," Charles replied although that was what he desperately wanted. The boy was glad. He did not want this to end so soon. Davey stroked the boy until he was twisting and turning and sweat beaded on his forehead and trickled down his fat body as his body ached to cum. Then Davey walloped the eighteen-year-old's ass until pain overcame his pleasure and the desire to cum subsided. When that happened, Davey resumed the stoking and repeated the cycle, jacking off the teenager until the boy looked like he was about to bust, and then once again walloping his fat butt. "All right," the boy finally relented as one more time the ten-year-old's fist began to work him toward a climax he knew he would never experience. "All right what?" "Let me cum." "Let me cum, Master, and say please." "Let me cum, master, please." "You got to say it louder, and like you mean it." "Please, Master, let me cum," Charles begged, his voice reflecting the urgency. He was speaking truthfully. Davey could not understand the pain the boy was evidently feeling. He continued to stroke the teenager's irritated cock for another half a minute just to show him who was the boss here. Finally releasing the ring, it only took him two strokes and the teen's ropes of cum shot out. Davey stared at the unexpected result of his fiddling, and then up at the man questioningly, not sure if this was supposed to happen. The man's face was flushed and he looked just as hot as Charles. "Thank him," commanded the man in a husky voice. "Thank you, master," Charles said, too relieved to argue. Smiling with satisfaction, the two left Charles hanging there alone, his shirt wide open, his pants and underwear about his ankles, and his now limp cock dripping cum. His body ached being stretched like that and being on his feet for so long. He also had to go to the bathroom. Once that thought crossed his mind, that was all he could think of. Around midnight, the man retuned. Slipping a leather hood over the head of his cock and clamping it tight, the man slipped a butt plug up Charles' ass and strapped it in place. The man left as suddenly and silently as he had arrived. Charles had a long. restless sleep. The two returned late the following afternoon. They undid the ropes and Charles slumped to the floor wearily, his limbs too weak to support him. They shacked his feet before sitting him up. "So, how are you feeling today?" the man asked. Charles said nothing. "Hungry?" Davey asked. Charles stared at him blankly. "Thirsty?" Charles was, but he was not going to say so. Davey smiled. "You'll talk," he said. "You'll talk." The look in his eyes frightened Charles despite the fact the boy was only ten. The man approached him holding two alligator clamps with twelve foot long wires. Fastening one to each nipple, the man connected the two wires to what looked like a large battery. Seeing Charles' look of inquiry, and of fear, the man slowly smiled. "Enough juice in this baby to pack the wallop of two car batteries," he bragged as he connected a third wire which lead to a device that looked like a remote control for a television. He handed the device to the boy, who looked at Charles evilly. "Ya gotta go to the bathroom?" Charles said nothing. "Your guts gotta be hurtin'." Charles stubbornly refused to speak. The boy pressed a button and Charles could not hold back the yelp of pain or the jerk of his body as the current passed through his teats. "How about your nipples then?" Davey asked with a grin. Charles gritted his teeth as Davy pushed the button again. After the fourth jolt of searing pain, it was evident the youngster was not about to give up. "All right, all right!" Charles panted. "They hurt." "What does?" "My guts, and my nipples." "You sorry now the way you treated me in the store?" Charles hesitated and was rewarded with another jolt. His nipples felt like they had been pierced by a dozen needles. "Yes," he lied. "Tell me you're sorry for the way you treated me." "I'm sorry for the way I treated you," Charles replied. "Like you mean it," Davey ordered and Charles jerked with the pain as Davey pressed the button on the remote. "I'm sorry for the way I treated you," Charles repeated, meaning every word of it. "Beg for my forgiveness." "Please forgive me," Charles said sullenly. "That's not begging. I want to really hear you beg." "Please," Charles said more sincerely, knowing the consequence. "Please forgive me for the way I treated you." "There anything else you want?" Charles thought for a moment, not sure what the boy meant. "Yes," he said hesitantly. "What?" "I need to go to the bathroom." "Yeah? You think I should let you?" "Yes, please. It is hurting." "Well, maybe, after you do a few things for me." Charles looked at the boy helplessly. "You will do a few things for me?" "Yes, of course," Charles replied, and the boy grinned. "Bark like a dog." Charles barked. The man stood beside Davey and the two laughed. The man slowly slipped his hand in the back of Davey's pants and under the elastic band of his underwear. Charles continued to bark. "Okay, cluck like a chicken and pretend you're eating seeds on the ground." Charles began to cluck and to bob his head. The man's hand extended down along Davey's soft, naked, tiny butt. His finger slid along the crack until the tip reached his little butthole. He began to massage it gently. Davey squirmed with the strange, exciting sensation. "Crawl over here on your knees and lick my shoes," ordered Davey Charles hesitated and was once again rewarded with a jolt of electricity. As he began to crawl over, the man rubbed Davey's butt hole more firmly with his index finger. It was strange being touched there, and Davey suspected the man should not be doing what he was doing, but it felt so good he didn't object. Besides, the man had been so good to him, there was no harm in allowing him this. It wasn't hurting anyone. Charles bent over Davey's feet. He stuck out his tongue and ran it over the laces of his runners. Davey smiled and squirmed. It felt good, the power, the control, humiliating the shithead who had taken such joy in bossing him around, the man's finger on his butthole. . . . "Okay, that's enough," Davey finally said to Charles. "You still need to go to the bathroom?" "Yes." "Beg for me to let you take a pee." "Please, please let me pee. My bladder is about to burst." Charles said desperately. "How about your asshole?" Davey asked, squirming as he felt the man pressing his fingertip against his. "How does it feel?" "It hurts too. I have to take a shit bad. Please remove the plug." "Well," Davey said teasingly as he looked up at the man, "I guess we can let him go to the bathroom now." The man removed his hand from Davey's pants and smiled down at him. Helping Charles to his feet, he removed the clamp on his cock and the plug from his rectum. Charles held back the impulse to immediately relieve himself and waited for the man to release his shackles. Instead, he drew up his boxers and stood back. Charles looked at one and then the other captor. "So what are you waiting for?" Davey asked with an impish grin. "Go ahead." Charles glanced at him and then the man, and gave in. He knew this was as much as they were going to allow him. His bladder was stretched to the limit, and once it began to empty there was no stopping it. His warm piss soaked into his boxers and flowed over his crotch. His piss began running down his legs in rivulets, much to the amusement of his captors. Charles turned red with embarrassment and with anger. These two were going to pay first chance he got. The man slipped his finger down the back of Davey's underwear once again and resumed massaging his little button. Davey smiled as he felt the finger tip massaging him there again. He had never touched himself there, but it felt great, almost as good as when he fiddled with his penis. Watching the smartass bully from the store standing there pissing himself felt great too. Never had Davey felt this good. It was several minutes before Charles' piss began to subside. By then his crotch and his pants about his ankles were soaked and he was standing in a pool of urine. He debated if he should shit or not, and decided he might just as well. He could not feel any filthier or more humiliated. Charles opened his anus and began to empty his bowels. The hot, soft paste oozed from his stuffed rectum and began to fill his boxers. He had to go badly and he stared down at the floor in mortification as he shit himself and the foul odour wafted through the air. He had humiliated the kids that came to the store many times. He had enjoyed it, so he knew now how Davey was feeling. Power, control, pleasure, they were all etched on the young boy's face. Davey's rectum throbbed as he smiled at the sight of the humiliated clerk openly grunting and straining to empty his bowels as if he was a little baby. The pleasure of control was all encompassing and he thrilled at the sensation as the stink from Charles' release filled the room. He had to go so badly and there was so much shit, it began to ooze out the leg hole of his boxers and down his thigh. Davey smiled up at the man beside him at the sight, and the man smiled back down and pressed his finger against Davey's hole. The man bent over and whispered in his ear. Davey smiled. "You want us to let you go now?" Charles looked up at them, his eyes now reflecting fear. Of course he wanted to go, but he knew that leaving would not be that easy. "Yes," he said softly, wondering what humiliation they had in mind now. "You will have to make some promises." "I will," Charles said more confidently. He would promise anything. Once he was out of there, that would be a different matter. "I will, master, you mean," Davey reminded him, pushing the button and sending a jolt through his tits. "I will, master." The man unshackled his feet. Returning to Davey, he crouched down behind him, and reaching around in front of him, unbuckled his belt and drew down his fly. "No more bossing me around when I come in the store." "Of course." "Of course, master," Davey instructed, raising is voice with a hint of anger as he pushed the button again. He grinned as Charles winced in pain. "Of course, master," Charles grovelled. The man unsnapped the snap on his jeans and pushed them down. "Whenever I come in the store you'll buy me a slush." "Yes, master." The man slowly drew down Davey's tight, white briefs. Davey felt strange standing there in the basement with his pants and underwear about his ankles. The man had promised that he would stop any time Davey said. Davey was uncomfortable, and embarrassed, exposing his privates like this, but so far, his desire to please his new friend far outweighed any discomfort he was feeling. More important was that he felt safe with the man, and he wanted to make the man as happy as the man had made him. Looking down at the cowering, fat clerk, Davey was very definitely happy. "You will do whatever I tell you to in the future." "Yes, master." Spreading apart Davey's cheeks, the man bent forward and inhaled. The odour of the ten- year-old's ass was heavenly. The man inhaled deeply, savouring the aroma of boy. He stuck out his tongue and ran it along the crack. The boy squirmed, and so did the man. "You're weak and useless," observed Davey, pushing the button now for the fun of it, causing Charles to squirm with a far different reason. "Yes, yes I am. Please, no more," Charles pleaded. His teats felt so raw that his slightest movement was painful. The man wormed his tongue into Davey's hole and Davey squirmed and giggled with the sensation. When the man had said he wanted to show him what it was like to get his ass kissed for real, he had no idea it would feel like this. He considered making the fat clerk promise to do this to him, but then decided against it. This felt too good, and he didn't want to share anything pleasant with the dumb ass. "You're worthless." "Yes, master, I am." The man breathed deeply as he placed his lips against the boy's asshole. Savouring the boy's taste, the man licked and sucked on his hole as his hands caressed the boy's smooth, soft butt. The boy was so young and slender, the man could practically hold each cheek in his cupped hand. The man's cock throbbed and strained against the restraints of his jockey briefs as he wormed his tongue into the boy's butthole. Reaching around and fondling Davey's little penis, the man tugged on it gently, bringing it pleasure too. The boy's soft limp noodle soon was transformed to a firm two-inch boner. For the young ten-year-old, this was like nothing he could have imagined in his wildest dreams. He had control over every move and thought of the dumb asshole from the store with just a simple touch of a button, and at the moment he was cowering on the floor in front of him in his soiled underwear. The sense of power coursing through him was awesome. So were the feelings being created by the stranger he had met yesterday. Davey did not know which was better, having the man licking and sucking on his bum, or tugging on his little pee-er. Opening and closing his little hole as he felt the man's tongue darting at it, Davey quivered with the strange new sensation. Having fiddled with himself before, the thrills rippling through his irritated little dick were not new, but were novel enough to still be awesome, and having those feelings created by the man's big hand somehow made them seem even more powerful. The man was feeling just as wonderful. Having been able to help the boy get even with the arrogant, demeaning clerk was great of course. Pressing his face up against the ten-year-old's soft smooth buttocks, and inhaling his unique aroma and savouring the taste of his young boy asshole was fulfilment of his dreams. Feeling the heat of the youngster's firm little pricklet in his hand was an added bonus. The pleasure in the boy's eyes as he looked at the humiliated, defeated clerk, and the delighted squirming of his body confirmed that what they were doing was right and proper. It was more than right and proper, it was the way the world should be. With a sudden quiver, the man creamed his jeans. As his shot throbbed out of his untouched cock and filled his underwear, he sucked on the sweet boy butt hungrily, delighting in its taste and smell as much as his orgasm and the feeling of his sticky cum oozing over his hot cock and balls. Suddenly the boy jerked his hips back and forth rapidly and he whimpered with the first dry orgasm of his life. Davey gasped for breath as his body spasmed uncontrollably, as his cock throbbed and ached with a delightful pain. Never before had he felt anything like this. He thrust his hips madly, driving his burning little pricklet back and forth in the man's fingers. His little boy cock burned with a delightful pleasure, and as it jerked he opened and closed his asshole in unison. The man and boy savoured the moment as the excitement of climax swept over them and then as a warm flush passed over their bodies. Never had Davey felt so contented as he leaned back against the man for support. 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