shit balls
It's been a good month. I've been trapped in this closet. A good 28 days. Not to mention the boy keeping me here is a complete brat.
I should be grateful, though. Not all 13 year old boys would be so willing to keep a criminal in their closet.
"Sebastian?" A small voice calls from downstairs. That's not even my name. He refused to call me by my real name. He says I'm his dog and that he gets to name me.
"Sebastian, I'm home. Rachel isn't home, if you didn't already know," He refuses to even call his mother anything but her first name. I grunted in reply. I hear the creak of the stairs, and the click of the bedroom door opening. I hear soft padding nearing the closet. I see light. "Hello, dog," The young boy before me says, smirking. I look up at him; it'd be a lot easier to hate him if he wasn't so pretty. He's got these big blue eyes, with chunks of jet black hair splayed ever so lightly across the tips of his eyelashes. His skin is almost porcelain. Hell, if this kid were a little older, I'd have my way with him. I'm not queer or anything, but if you saw him in a crowd, you'd think he were a girl. You should see his mother; she's almost as beautiful, if not more. I can definitely see where he gets it from.
Without any warning, I'm being tugged at by the wrist. "Come on, play with me, Sebastian. Come on, I'm bored," He's laughing. His eyes are crinkled, and his brows are moving deviously. He's so cute. "Alright, Ciel-" I begin to say, but am suddenly shushed. "Don't say my name. I'm your master," Geez, what's with this kid? "Alright," I say, bowing playfully, "Young Master," That gets a blush out of him. "Idiot," he drops my wrist and pushes me back onto his bed. "Sebastian, we are playing school," He says, eyeing me down. Can he really be serious? He's what? 13? Isn't he too old for to play such childish games? There's something else going on. My thoughts are suddenly interrupted by a ticklish feeling underneath my chin. I look at the boy, who is holding a meter stick, raising my head up by my chin with said utensil. "Sebastian, when you're misbehaving, you are to be hit with this stick, ok?" I let my eyes roll down to look at the boy. "I'm not going to be hit with a damned stick by some kid," I feel myself smirk as the boys brows furrow angrily. "You're going to do what I say," He says, pushing up on my chin with the stick, almost warningly. I smile, "No," I hear the sound of air being torn-through, and I feel a sharp stinging pain on my shin. I say nothing. I just grunt, now that I know the kid is serious, I don't want to mess around anymore. Ciel says nothing, there's a smirk on his face when he moves towards me. "Shirt, off," He commands. I remove my shirt.
WHACK. Another hit to my back. It hurts like hell, but I can't let him know that. WHACK WHACK. Two more, in the same spot. I let out a grunt. This is becoming less painful and more erotic, weather I'd like to admit it or not. I suppose I'm a masochist of sorts, but I never would have thought of myself as a pedophile, or a faggot. He lets the stick hover over my back, then; WHACK another hit to my shoulder. I grunt. He drops the stick. Did that scare him? I don't know, maybe the sound of a mans personal pleasure is scary to him. I've never gotten it out of him, but he's told me bits and pieces about what his father used to do to him. Maybe he has some sort of daddy fantasy hidden somewhere in that little head of his. It explains why he wants so much control.
My thoughts are interrupted when I'm greeted by a pair of sapphire eyes. He's leaning in front of me. "Shut up, dog," Shit. Why is this turning me on? I've been in this closet too long. I gulp and hope that I cool down, but in all honesty, I don't really see that happening as long as this little prince is in the same room as me.
I feel cold fingers tracing my back; he's letting his hands run over the welts he had just given me previously. Shit. All the heat in my body is beginning to redistribute itself to the lower regions of my body.
"My father used to get like this, when I was around him," The young voice says behind me. He knows. "I thought you were different, but you're nothing but a dog, just like he was," I say nothing, his hands are still running over my back when I feel the bed slightly sink in as he climbs up behind me. "You're nothing but a pathetic criminal. You're a cheat, a liar, a thief, and now you're a pedophile. Don't think I can't see what's going on. My father was the same way; you're also in lounge pants. I see everything." He's practically whispering in my ear, which isn't helping the situation. My penis is practically aching now. "Pants, off,"
My ears are ringing as I slide off the black lounge pants. I'm not wearing boxers, so my erection springs to life when the waist band of the pants is past my groin. I feel two small arms wrap around my shoulders from behind. "Impressive, dog. You look like daddy on the outside, but here," He pokes at my throbbing cock with the meter stick. "Is a lot larger than daddy's," I'm practically panting, I can't help it. I haven't had much human contact with anyone besides this beautiful young boy. I do admit to sneaking looks at him while he undressed, and being tempted almost every night to sneak into that large queen bed with him, instead of having to sleep in the closet.
I feel something wet against my ear. "Daddy liked it when I kissed him here," He whispers into my ear, licking at my lobe. I can barley control myself, but I know if I move, he's going to stop. He slides his hands across my chest and gets up from where he is sitting only to let himself rest in my lap. He makes sure he's pressed promptly against my erection. He begins moving his hips. I let out a groan. He begins to reach his hands behind to my head, so he can stroke my face and hair. He's practically giving me a lap dance at this point, and I can't do anything about it. His father obviously taught him well. The Young Master may have the looks of the child on the outside, but on the inside, he is anything but.
I'm enjoying the friction of his ass against me a little too much when Ciel turns around, straddling my hips. "Remove my clothes, you can touch me," He says breathily.
I lose it. I kiss his neck, his face, and his shoulders. As I'm unbuttoning his uniform, I begin kissing down his chest, stopping to flick his nipples with my tongue. This gets a reaction out of the sapphire boy. "Daddy never did that to me, do that again," He says in-between gasps. I look up at him for a moment, just to see the way he's reacting, and it's even more than I've expected. His eyes are half lidded, and he's staring directly down at me. Mouth open, his tongue runs over his bottom lip as if to tell me to hurry up. I smirk; who knew the proud little master could become so wanton? He catches me looking at him and slaps me. "I told you what to do dog, now do it," "Yes master," I reply, flicking at his nipples again, with my tongue. I use my teeth to bite down and that gets quite the response from Little Master Ciel. His hips are grinding into me, and I'm doing all that I can to not buck up into him. I can't take it anymore, I flip him over so he's lying on his back on the bed, and I'm leaning in front of him on the ground. I peel off his shorts and boxers, along with his shoes and socks. I take off the socks using my teeth and he kicks and giggles.
He's completely naked in front of me now; his smaller pubescent penis is standing straight up. I run my tongue from his inner ankle, up to his thigh. I suck and lick on the inside of his thigh while massaging his hips. I feel him trembling; I know he's enjoying this. I proceed to bring my mouth up to his stiff cock and begin blowing on the tip, all while moving my hands from his hips to his shaft, slowly pumping him. I feel him lengthen a bit in my hands.
I run my mouth up his cock, and wrap my mouth around the small head. I hear Ciel take in a sharp breath. I smile all while my lips around that little pink head of his. "Oh..oh," I hear him whimpering. I remove my mouth for a second to speak. "Your daddy never sucked you like this did he? He must not have done a very good job using his mouth on you, Ciel. I can be your daddy, Ciel, I'll do what daddies are supposed to do to their little boys, I can be a much daddy better than that useless daddy of yours, Ciel,"
As predicted, this sends him almost over the edge. I smirk and take his entire length into my mouth. He's not too big, so it's not a problem. I begin to let my fingers probe around his entrance, and I start rubbing at the small hole with my thumb. He's grinding his ass into the touch. I can see the small boy is eager, so I slip a single digit into his tightness; his hole swallows up my finger with ease. I remove my mouth from the young boys cock, and let my tongue play around the puckered rim of his asshole, all while working my finger inside him. He's really grinding into me now, practically grinding into my face. He's panting and clawing at my hair now, he's obviously close to his climax. I begin lapping with force at his entrance, and I start pumping him with my other hand, while the other hand is still preoccupied with his ass. I feel his dick twitch in my hand, so I bring my face up to his member and tilt him ever so slightly so that his cock is aimed directly at my face. As soon as he's positioned where I want him to be, I feel his hands clutch in my hair, and he's coming. It hits all over my face, and I open my mouth so his fluids can land on my tongue.
When he finishes, he looks down at my face, covered in his semen. "Get up here, Sebastian," I do as I'm told and climb onto the bed, expecting to fuck the young boy. "If you were a good daddy, you'd taste me properly, lay down." I lay down not knowing to expect, when suddenly, my face is met by a plump ass sitting directly down on my face. Oh god, this is the most erotic thing I've ever experienced. I begin lapping at the boy's asshole. I let my hands rest on either side of his hips, occasionally making the boy bounce up and down on my face. I feel him bend over towards my cock, "I wonder if you taste as good as my old daddy," and with that, he takes my length into his mouth, going slow at first, then picking up the pace.
He's damn good at sucking someone off. His father sure taught him well. The faster he goes, the more he grinds his pretty little ass into my face and the faster I lap at his slutty hole. I even slap his ass a few times to encourage him. This gets a few grunts out of the little lord. I feel like I'm about to explode when he stops, he lifts himself up off my face, and settles in my lap, facing me.
"Put it in, Daddy," is all he says, and I lose control. I arch up and find his entrance, and he pushes down, in order to get it in. I begin thrusting and a comfortable pace when Ciel begins moving his hips. "Come on, Sebastian, more, please daddy please more," He pleads, so I pick up the pace. The boy is more vocal at this point. "Fuck me daddy, please, more daddy more, your cock is so smooth, so nice. Ahh, my ass daddy you must really love little boy's asses don't you Sebastian. You're a nasty dog, mmmm fuck me stretch me daddy, you can do better," With every word, I move my hips faster, until I'm giving it my all. I'm grunting and Ciel is practically screaming.
"Bad boys need to be quiet, listen to your Father, Ciel," I say, grabbing the boy by his neck. I see him practically grinning. He obviously likes it rough.
I begin to feel my stomach twitch, and then, I let go. Shortly after, the young lord releases as well, all over mine and his stomach. We both ride out our orgasms until I can see my come leaking out of the young boys ass. He pulls himself off and cleans off my dick with his tongue. "Daddy always made me clean him. I'll clean you too, I'll clean you even better than I used to clean daddy, I'll even drink it for you. You're my new daddy. You're much better than the old one," I grin, he seems very pleased. When he's done lapping up my climax, he does something I wouldn't expect, he climbs up to me, and lays his head in the crook of my neck.
"And guess what, you're much cuter than my old Daddy,"
He sleeps in my arms until I hear his mother pull into the driveway. I then retreat back to my place in the closet, letting myself fall asleep thinking about the sweet sapphire boy who is generous enough to let me stay in his closet.