Once upon a time in a world not so innocent as ours . . . (if that truly is even possible) there lived two boys completely unaware of each other's presence. These boys were neighbors separated by a large hill that kept them out of each other's sights.
This world was full of wonderful commodities that kept the kingdoms entertained and therefore reluctant to ruin the economy of such enjoyable past times by fighting amongst each other. There were two kingdoms that neighbored each other much like the two boys previously mentioned, with a great mountain that was a pain to travel keeping them out of each other's view(and therefore, as far as the citizens were concerned, out of each other's minds). The left kingdom enjoyed eating more than anything. The promise of the highest delicacies could easily be used as a successful peace treaty if one did not lie about them.
True, the right kingdom had many who enjoyed eating, though the consumption of a pussy was far more desirable than anything that could be placed on a plate. Sex came in all forms, between all combinations of sexes and ages, absolutely anything that one was interested in could easily be provided for. The lifestyle for many was comfortable, though those who were not rich enough to donate the required amount to the businesses were often forced to contribute to them manually - In other words if you spent all your money on women and forgot the monthly donations your pretty daughter would be taken into custody by the local brothel, or perhaps a traveling gang of slave traders. Though I doubt she would mind much if you were spending all your money on women for yourself and forgot to give her, her own allowance for sex.
There are many stories that take place throughout this lovely kingdom, but the first is about two boys who lived in cottages on the outskirts of it just below the Great Mountain. The one boy (also referred to as man,) who was the taller of the two, lives alone after persuading his parents to move into the nearest town. He prefers to practice his sexuality in the privacy of this little cabin, ordering boys to stay with him for days on end before sending them back to their permanent owners exhausted and in some cases heavily bruised. Most didn't mind what he did to them (though there were always those that did) as this boy was (in words) drop-dead gorgeous. He had long, luscious, bluish-black hair that fell to his thighs and smoky grey eyes that glared with an intimidating intensity.
The other boy was younger, about fourteen years in age, and still lived with both of his parents who loved him very much. Nine out of ten times they practiced their sexuality together, as a family, ordering another man to please the mother's peculiar appetite and occasionally a little girl for the boy to practice on. However, they were far too protective of their little boy to allow him the leniency of doing anything without his parents protecting him. This clinginess has led the boy out of his cottage while his parents are sleeping the previous 'family night' off, and up the hill separating the two houses to enjoy the view. Why no one has ever wondered up this hill before is curious, or perhaps it really isn't. Nonetheless the boy's young face showed shock at the sight of another cottage at the bottom of the other side. The hill was steep enough to look down on the entire house, and at the front of it he saw the breathtaking boy kiss another blue haired girl at the door before her stunningly long legs (revealed by a ridiculously short dress) began walking back to the next town over. In fact the girl is the man's sister. She had come to thank her brother for the gift he had ordered his parents (mother in particular) and ended up staying for her younger brother's 'specialty' pelvic massage (inspired by my bf).
The man on the bottom of the hill was so beautiful that the young kid made up a plan to receive his attention.
The next fortnight was the anniversary of the younger boys' parents' marriage. And just like it had done every year before, a large storm had started with no intentions of stopping any time soon. His father had ordered a dominating man with the largest penis he could find within three hundred miles to pound into his mother, while his father –who had a strong anal fetish- took her from behind. Surprisingly the man didn't cost them much, as the father promised that he could stay until the storm passed and enjoy his wife no matter what state she was in whenever he wanted to. The boy suspected that his mother had already passed out from her last orgasm and the man and his father would continue going for hours to come. The boy himself usually kept scarce, and was warned to stay near a hiding place in case the stranger got any ideas while both of his parents were asleep. They wouldn't mind where he went or even notice his absence until the man left when the storm finally passed.
The boy bundled up in his old rain coat and slipped out of the cottage through the back door, making his way up the hill. He let out a breath of relief (that would be heard by no one) when he saw all the lights in the cottage below were off. He hoped that the blue haired man did not have any guests in this storm as he quickly made his way down the hill. Slipping and falling into the mud more than once he finally fell onto the path leading up to the next door cottage. Taking a moment to recover himself and calm his nerves he began walking down the path as if it was what he had been doing that entire night. He rapped politely on the door pretending to be desperate for someone to take him in in this weather, hoping that he could accurately portray how desperate he was to be taken.
The blue haired boy opened the door and blinked rapidly at what stood before him. A short boy who could have easily passed for a ten year old: With fluffy yellow hair and big, desperate, deep blue eyes. Without hesitation he let the boy in. "What's your name kid?" He asked, as he dried his own hair from the shower he had just taken. He had only barely managed to get fully dressed before hearing the knocking on his door.
"Carlisle." The boy stuttered horrible as he stared at the other's beauty.
"Well I'm Lucian. It's nice to meet you Carlisle. There's still plenty of hot water left so you should take a shower before you catch your death, I'll get you a spare set of clothes to change into." Lucian was positive that the boy wanted sex from him, but he was reluctant to give it to him. He wasn't sure the young child could handle what he liked to do to small boys like him.
Carlisle took the quickest shower he could manage and spent the rest of the time searching through all the cupboards and drawers in the bathroom. He found only the usual stuff found in every man's bathroom in these days. No one had condoms anymore, the girls were on more reliable medicines and all the sexual diseases had been eradicated by modern medicine in the last century. Well, except people who had an addiction to condoms anyways.
Lucian opened the bathroom door catching the young boy snooping through the cupboards. He had a pair of clothes in his hands which he had planned on just setting on the counter and then leaving. . . but Carlisle took this to his advantage to get over his shyness.
"I am so sorry Lucian that I was snooping through your things!" He exclaimed as he fell onto his knees in front of the man.
"I don't particularly care." He shrugged. "Why? Would you like me to punish you or something?" Lucian smirked, intensely aroused by the boy so willingly on his knees in front of him.
Carlisle shivered at the thought of being punished. It was something that aroused him immensely but it was also something that his parents kept a close eye on to make sure that no one actually hurt their baby. He wouldn't have his parents to protect him this time. "Ye… yes please. I feel very bad for what I have done and you have been so kind taking me in and all. So yes, if it would please you sir… I would like to make it up to you." His lips quivered as he spoke, pure terror which he tried to suppress as best as his small body could manage.
Lucian frowned at what the boy was offering, very doubtful that his body (or mind for that matter) could actually handle it. "You won't be able to handle what it takes to please me boy." His voice was deep and dead serious. "Just get dressed." He tossed the clothes angrily at the boy's body before storming off with an erection that was becoming more and more painful by the minute.
Carlisle looked crushed at this rejection. Determined to make it up to the taller man he jumped to his feet and ran after him. The clothes fell to the floor untouched and the towel he had wrapped around his waist slipped off as he grabbed the man to stop him from walking away. "Please." He said as his legs collapsed onto the floor, his arms wrapping around the taller man. "I want to please you! I have ever since the first time I ever met you." Which was truth on his part: Just leaving out exactly when that was. "I can take whatever you throw at me" he stuttered, "I promise! Just please! Give me a chance."
The boy was shivering on the floor from the cold temperature the house was set at. He started crying pitifully, which made Lucian lose what little control he had left. "You!, will regret this boy." He promised before kicking the boy away from his legs. He spun around on his heels and bent down to grab a fistful of yellow hair which he picked the boy up by. He slammed the body into the nearest wall and crashed his lips against Carlisle's. His body trapped the boy's as their lips crashed together in a forceful kiss. His hand let go of Carlisle's hair as he grabbed both of his wrists and slammed them to either side.
The kiss bruised Carlisle's lips within moments. His feet were far from the ground and the man's hips were grinding against his hanging erection. The position was uncomfortable to say the least, and yet his bruised lips moved willingly along with Lucian's.
Lucian's tongue explored at a wild pace before he broke the kiss and took a step back. He dropped the boy's wrists and watched as he crumbled to the floor before him. Quickly taking out his own erection before Carlisle could recover: One hand caught the child's chin and forced his head up to the level of the penis.
Carlisle's eyes widened as Lucian's thumb forced his mouth open, than the 9½in. cock was shoved through the opening with enough force to slam his head back into the wall behind him. The tip slid a significant distance down his throat before it stopped. Carlisle gagged violently at the sudden invasion. His entire body jerked about uncontrollably. The cock slid out to the tip of his tongue before slamming all the way in again.
Before sliding out, Lucian took a fistful of hair again to keep the boy's head in place. The area above his cock pressed against Carlisle's nose, and with all the gagging reflexes Carlisle's throat was making, Lucian had a hard time wanting to slide out again to let the poor boy breathe. Instead he hung his head back and made a deep and guttural groan. The throat tightened and twitched wonderfully, it was such a tight space he honestly had no idea how he could even fit in it! The tongue also squirmed helplessly underneath him, which sent waves of pleasure that intensified the volume of his groans.
Carlisle's hands began working desperately at pushing Lucian away. They grabbed the tall man's legs as he tried to meet the man's eyes to tell him to stop. . . But Lucian's head was hung back and his eyes glazed over in so much pleasure that he didn't notice. Carlisle punched and shoved as hard as he was capable of to no prevail, the man didn't budge or react to his measly strength. Finally, as his ability to move his hands at all began to weaken, Lucian's grip on his hair loosened and he exited the boy's mouth entirely.
Letting go of the boy's hair and stepping back, Lucian's hand worked quickly up and down his shaft and he shot his seed all over the poor boy (who was now gasping for air on the ground). Lucian chuckled darkly at the sight and suddenly wished he had a camera to savor the moment. For some reason this boy affected him more than the others did, perhaps because he was not bought in any way? Only a foolish boy who took on far more than he could handle: The thought made Lucian smile sadistically.
After Carlisle had recovered himself enough, he attempted to crawl on his hands and knees out of the room! He scrambled over himself to get as far away from this man as possible, but an arm hooked around his neck and yanked him back with enough force to send him flying a bit. He landed directly on his back and looked up at Lucian in complete and utter terror.
Lucian continued to chuckle as he put his cock back in his sweatpants and stopped the boy from trying to escape. He looked down at the boy's terror with a spark of pleasure in his eyes that added to it (Carlisle's terror). "Oh no boy, I'm not nearly finished pleasing myself with you. You see that?" He referred to what he had just previously done to the boy, "That was for ruining the peaceful time I was planning on having during this storm. I still have the fact that you got mud and water all over my entrance room to punish you for. I still have the fact that you left your disgusting clothes for me to clean up!, to punish you for. I still have every spec of mud you left on my shower walls: And the fact that you had the audacity to use my towel without asking me permission first! You should have stood there in that shower until you dripped dry like a good little boy. Then maybe you could have avoided all this." Lucian's eyes were locked on Carlisle's as he spoke, "And then there's the huge mistake of snooping in my bathroom that's going to take a lot more than what I just did to you to make up for." Lucian shook his head in disapproval as he promised, "You also denied the clothes I so generously offered you, and then you had the audacity to come after me as I was trying to walk away from your mistakes?" With each sentence that came out of Lucian's mouth he walked slowly closer to Carlisle, who in turn scooted desperately away from him. Lucian knelt in front of him and met his eyes directly. "You are not leaving this house until this storm passes."
Oh. And you will call me Master from now on.