TRIGGER WARNING ON THIS CHAPTER: Violence/abuse

"Excuse me while I whip this out."

― Blazing Saddles

Chapter 3

Holy mother of cocks, that's a big one.

Ciel's eyes widened; he even moved the screen of his phone closer to his face. You could say he was in shock as his deep blue orbs intensely scanned the picture he had received. There was just something he had to do – he zoomed in on the picture.

Alois had been all too eager to fulfill Ciel's wishes, getting home as quickly as he possibly could to get that limp thing as hard as it could get. He must have taken at least fifty pictures before he finally chose the perfect one to send to Ciel. Every one of them was good though, according to himself. His dick was a masterpiece, had you asked for his opinion.

C i e l: Shit. I can't believe I ever said I wanted you to fuck me. You'd break me in half... I take it all back.

Alois could only smile. Yes, you wouldn't be able to walk for a week. I bet you'd love that, you little slut.

King of booty shorts: You can take it. Be brave.

C i e l: No I'm serious. I could never fit that thing in me. Holy shit..

Ciel wasn't serious. He wanted it badly. The picture matched his fantasies perfectly – he even squirmed on the living room couch, unable to focus on the homework he had received from his new school.

Damn that's a good looking dick. The odds of Trancy's cock being this perfect are practically close to zero. Fuck, I'm thinking about it again.

Sliding his index finger over the screen, Ciel once again laid eyes on the massive organ, involuntarily licking his lips at the delectable sight. Oh my god I have to stop looking at it.

King of booty shorts: Whatever. We live like a hundred miles apart. You'll never have to try anyway.

C i e l: Heeey don't talk like that. We will meet one day. And...you will fuck me.

King of booty shorts: Mmhm. We'll see.

King of booty shorts: I'm fucking rock hard now. It's your fault. What're you gonna do about it?

C i e l: Lick on it?

King of booty shorts: Hell yeah you will. Btw I want a dick pic from you too.

C i e l: Uuuh no. My dick will look like a shrimp next to yours.

King of booty shorts: Fuck that turns me on.

C i e l: Turns you on? Eh..

King of booty shorts: You don't need a big dick baby. You're not putting it anywhere else but in my mouth.

C i e l: Well it's not small! Just not...your size lol.

King of booty shorts: Come on...daddy wants to see.

C i e l: Ugh..later. I'm not "in the mood" right now.

King of booty shorts: Well I am. I bet I could get you "in the mood"

Alois had undressed fully, leaving only the bracelet on his left wrist untouched – the one his little brother Luka had given him before he had passed away.

In his flatteringly illuminated bedroom Alois had no choice but to admire the glory of his nudeness in the full body mirror that was hanging on the wall beside his bed, not that admiring himself was any great chore mind you.

Alois was already aroused, but he became even more so when the entirety of his grandness was staring him right in the face. He was perfectly built; five foot ten, not an ounce of fat to cover his slightly toned muscles, with stunning, cherubic facial features and of course, his pride and glory, his one and only – the absolutely breathtaking thing between his legs.

Fuck, how could anyone say no to this? I'm like God's gift to humanity. I should be worshipped, I really should. I mean, look at me. GAZE UPON MY MAGNIFICENCE AND BOW DOWN TO THE ALMIGHTY THICKNESS THAT IS THE TRANCY DICK!

The skin was warm against his palm as he grasped himself, curling his fingers around the stiff pole sticking right out. A gentle squeeze. Fuck I'm hot. A couple of lazy strokes. Mmm. Look at me. A ping. Oh right, Ciel.

This was not the first time the blonde had done this; jacking himself off in front of a mirror was in fact how he had reached his very first climax.

Alois could remember it like it was yesterday; it had been in the late summer – August perhaps. He had been ten years old and it was his second time waking up with a boner.

Having slept naked, as usual, he had felt the leaking tip against his bare skin, the small length cutely twitching a little as he curiously poked and played innocently with the thing. Not knowing exactly why or what was happening to his prick, Alois had gotten up as usual. He hadn't had any intention to look at himself in the mirror, but as he was walking by he hadn't been able to keep moving his feet.

The image meeting him had been astounding; the bobbing little shaft being the last missing piece of his unknowingly incomplete form, now making it absolutely flawless. He hadn't even been aware of his imperfection until he had finally seen the impeccable entirety of what was now in front of him.

Inexperienced fingers had inquisitively nudged and then clutched the rigid flesh, pumping experimentally and quickly realizing that it felt extremely pleasant. Juvenile hips had rocked as he had fondled the sensitive skin and, while eying his own reflection, he just hadn't been able to keep his tiny limbs from shuddering.

It had been a beautiful morning; the sun had peeked in from behind the blinds like a true pervert, illuminating the small form quietly moaning as an unfamiliar heat quickly had begun building and burning in his groin.

He had been thoroughly shocked when the most intense pleasure he had ever experienced had rushed through his adolescent body, almost causing his fragile knees to give out. Pink lips had involuntarily parted in a childish whimper as his small sack had tightened and his young dick had pulsated in his hold.

At that time he had not had the pleasure of ejaculating – his body had simply not reached that stage of maturity yet. The first time that had happened... well, all that can be said about that moment is that the all too curious Alois Trancy had had a very fulfilling evening.

The blonde's, now more experienced, fingertips moved lewdly through the drops of clear liquid running down the head, smearing it over the entire tip just for fun. With an incredibly satisfied smile, he raised his left hand which held his phone and moved his thumb over the screen to reveal the words waiting for him.

C i e l: Fuck I want that. But I have homework and my dad will kill me if I don't finish it.

King of booty shorts: Just a quickie babe. Pleeease. I'm already close. Touch that tiny cock of yours for me~

Ciel shifted on the soft cushions and moved one hand to clutch his crotch, rearranging his hardening package. With one small glance at the tiring algebra problems on the coffee table, he decided that a fast rub wouldn't delay him enough to keep him from finishing his work before his parents returned home from work.

The sound of a zipper being pulled down broke the silence in the room as Ciel made quick work of hauling out his half hard cock from its confines. He didn't bother removing any item of clothing for what he was about to do, he simply pulled the thing out between the silver teeth of the front of his black, bleach-stained jeans.

C i e l: Okay let's do this. Touch your bitch.

King of booty shorts: I have a better idea.

Ciel arched his eyebrows and moved his thumb to ask what the other meant when he suddenly received a video. The first frozen image that met him told him absolutely nothing about what the video could contain; it was nothing but a blurry, pale hand. A curious digit hovered over the play button and not more than a second passed before he decided to press it.

Shit.

Blue eyes widened as they caught sight of what that blurry hand had been covering. The perfect dick he only minutes earlier had had the pleasure of eying now came into view, the pink tip glistening with fluids. Alois' avid fingers were playing over the pale skin for only a short moment before the shaft was clutched and slowly worked right before Ciel's eyes. The fun had barely begun before the video ended but the short show had made his own length swell faster than a pregnant woman's feet.

C i e l: More.

Kings of booty shorts: It's your turn.

Ciel's heartbeat quickened at the last words. He was undeniably nervous; should he... really?

Shivering fingers massaged the swollen tip of his stiff shaft as pre-cum began seeping out of the slit. A breathy moan flew past slightly parted lips and Ciel couldn't stop himself; he watched the video again, stroking his now fully erect cock to the barely audible sounds Alois was emitting as he pumped his sex.

I'm doing this.

Ciel fumbled with his phone, doing his best to get a good angle as he tried to assess if the thing he was about to film was hard enough to make it look somewhat impressive. His whole six inches of throbbing flesh covered the screen perfectly and he did it; he pressed record.

Alois had not been lying when he had told the other boy that he was close to release. He had been teetering on the edge ever since he laid eyes on his glorious reflection, tantalizingly stroking himself just to drag it out and make the pleasure last for as long as possible.

The answer he was waiting for took so long that he was thinking about ending their barely begun playtime. But, just as he took a firmer hold of the hardness between his legs, that familiar ping finally reached his ears.

A video.

The device nearly slipped out of Alois' hand as he fumbled to hit play. God is smiling at me. No, it's probably Satan. Oh who gives a crap – look at that sweet thing.

The kid had gone all in; stroking and playing with both dick and balls, squeezing and tugging like a fucking pornstar. It went on for almost two minutes; Ciel really seemed to be enjoying showing himself off. Who would have thought?

King of booty shorts: That is truly the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.

C i e l: I want more.

King of booty shorts: Oh really. I'm gonna cum.

C i e l: I wanna see it.

King of booty shorts: Mmm. Tell me something naughty baby.

C i e l: What. Something like… the fact that I want to suck on that big thing until you fill my entire mouth?

King of booty shorts: You know exactly what daddy wants to hear

Ciel couldn't help but moan. He kept filming himself, not knowing exactly why, only that the whole procedure made him harder than he'd ever been before. Just the thought of someone he'd never met watching him rub himself was the most erotic thing he could ever imagine at the moment. He even went as far as standing up and walking over to the window as he kept pumping his stiff cock that was now leaking with clear fluid. He found himself hoping that the next door neighbor was watching him through the window, maybe even getting aroused by the sight of his lewd activities.

He barely even noticed the sound of his phone when Alois sent him the next video; what he was currently doing made him that excited. Still, Ciel had noticed and raised his left hand to gaze upon the glorious flesh being milked to the last drop. The video combined with the sight he was offering the neighborhood took him to the edge faster than he was ready for and he whined – loudly.

His cock started spurting all over the hardwood floor, the pleasure so intense that he almost fell to his knees.

"Oh god, oh god. Fuck. God," Ciel kept mumbling, his eyes shut tightly as his hand squeezed firmly around the shooting length. When he finally let his lids part to once again gaze out the window, they met a truly disturbing sight. Staring right at him over the small fence separating his garden from the next door neighbor's stood little Felicia, age seven, with her mouth agape.

"Oh shit!" Ciel fumbled with his softening dick, hurriedly shoving it back through the narrow zipper before closing it. When he raised his head, the girl was missing and panic shot through him like a vicious bolt of lightning. Fuck! What if she tells her parents?! Ciel mentally squealed, quivering from top to toe due to the massive amount of adrenaline that was pumping through his veins.

Even if he was worried about the consequences of his actions, he was not embarrassed – only oddly titillated. She saw me. She watched me. A pleased smirk found its way onto his lips as he made his way to the bathroom to clean away any trace of sin.

King of booty shorts: You liked it that much huh. You've been going at it for ten minutes straight.

C i e l: Shut up. I need to do my homework now. Am I allowed?

King of booty shorts: Only if you kiss me.

C i e l: How could I ever say no to that. *kisses you on the lips*

"Please hand me the salt, Alois."

"Yes, daddy."

Alois' hand flew out to quickly grab the container, handing it over with an adoring smile which his father didn't even notice as he took the salt between his fingers without even a glance at his son's face.

"Thank you," Claude spoke softly, sprinkling the mineral over his meatloaf before piercing a piece with his fork and raising it to his mouth.

The dinner went on in a polite silence before Hannah murmured a wish to hear about her husband's day at work.

"Funtom. They are causing me somewhat of a problem," Claude answered with a face that showed obvious annoyance.

"Is that the company that just opened a new office here, honey?" Hannah asked in a slightly worried tone while she fixed her gaze on her husband.

"Mm yes. They have already stolen two major clients from us. I'm starting to wonder if I should pay Mr. Phantomhive a visit."

Alois' head flew up and he burst out, "Phanthomphive?" with his mouth full of meatloaf.

"Do not address me with food in your mouth... How many times..." Claude sighed and rubbed his forehead in exasperation.

The blonde quickly swallowed his mouthful before speaking again, "Who is Phantomhive?"

"Vincent Phantomhive, the owner of Funtom Corp."

"Does he have a son?"

"Yes, I believe he does. He should be about your age. Do you know him?"

A wide grin spread across Alois' features. "Yeah, I know him alright. And I believe I will know him even better after tomorrow..."

Two weeks had passed since that tiring first day of school. Two weeks of pure agony. Trancy had gone out of his way to make Ciel's life a living hell; harassing him at any given moment.

Today wasn't any different. Well it was somewhat different, seeing that the blonde had decided to bring along his twin hitmen to beat the living crap out of him.

Ciel was coughing up a thick mix of blood and saliva on the ground behind the school, sitting on his knees with his arms held firmly behind his back by Timber while Thompson delivered blow after blow to his demolished front.

Ciel moaned in agony through gritted teeth, trying to suck in small breaths even though it felt like his chest was being stabbed every time he inhaled. He grunted lowly at each hit, almost feeling like he was about to puke his guts out each time that purple haired idiot sent a sharp flash of pain though his upper body.

Trancy did nothing but stand in front of them, laughing like a maniac while he watched Ciel getting beaten senseless.

"You should tell your fucking dad to pack his fucking things and leave this town. I will torture you, I will humiliate you and I will eventually destroy you if your dad's shitty business causes one more itty bitty problem for my dad, you hear me? Shitty little emo brat. KICK HIM AGAIN!"

Ciel groaned and gasped as Thompson's sneaker met the side of his ribcage. The air was kicked right out of him and the pain was not from this world. Darkness overtook him for a split second and he was almost certain he was going to pass out if this continued for much longer.

They were skilled, only hurting him in ways that wouldn't leave noticeable marks – on his face at least. His lip had a small, stinging cut but that was all. Most of the blows were delivered to his torso and it hurt like hell.

"F-fuck you… Fuck your dad…" Ciel seethed, glaring angrily at the blonde as beads of crimson ran down his chin and dripped onto the gravel.

Alois' teeth clenched visibly as he stomped his way over to Ciel, grabbing a fistful of his dark blue locks to harshly yank his head back. Ciel winced, his chest convulsing in pain from his sore body being handled so roughly.

Crouching down in front of the bloody boy, the blonde threateningly hissed, "Know your place, you filthy little shit."

A mouthful of iron-tasting liquid was gathered on Ciel's tongue, ready to be spat in the other's face just as the blonde released him and took a step back. Alois had done this before; he knew what he could expect. Not even a single drop of crimson spittle landed on his tall form which only angered Ciel further but before he could voice his wrath the blonde let out a surprising hum of satisfaction.

"Damn I need my slut. My dick could seriously not get any harder... shit." Alois almost moaned the last word as he squeezed down on the visible bulge between his legs. The blonde pulled out his phone from the right pocket of his purple hoodie, casually beginning to type like nothing out of the ordinary was happening around him.

Just as Alois shoved the device back in his pocket Ciel felt his own phone vibrate in his jeans.

A/N:

Alois' favorite song is KoRn - A.D.I.D.A.S, his preferred color is purple and yes, he's a fantastic and sadistic little masterpiece.

Ciel's favorite band is 'In Flames,' he prefers Dean Koontz over Stephen King and yes, he's a beautiful little creep.

*wink*