Touch and trust
Narrator: Florian
How do you punish a hero?
Fabian and Mike’s rescue had been a stroke of brilliance, and Dad had made sure that everyone important in the City knew it. But the laws of the City were unforgiving, and so were the patricians Toby had swindled.
In the end there was no choice but to hand him over to the Detention Division. Ever since, my boy had been sitting in a small cell, waiting to hear his sentence. Saying goodbye to him was one of the hardest things I’ve ever done.
Dad and I met in the conference room of the Peel Bastion, the nerve center from which Fabian and Mike hoped to realize their plans for a new City District. We stood in front of the window and looked out over the deserted landscape. One day these fields were meant to house and employ at least ten thousand Outsiders.
“Toby will need intensive guidance,” Dad said, “and someone to keep him in line when necessary.”
“But what about my work with the police?” I asked. “I can’t combine that with this, can I?”
Dad looked away, as if weighing his words. “Florian, you’re an idealist, like your brother. Maybe you were never really meant to be a policeman. In the force, we serve the interests of the City. Sometimes I get the feeling you only joined because you thought it’s what I expected of you.” He gestured around us. “I think you’d be much happier with a project like this one. Building something that truly helps people. And looking after Toby won’t be a full-time job. Fabian thinks you could make a brilliant contribution here.”
The thought of helping Fabian and Mike had been on my mind for a while. Dad knew that. It felt like he was giving me his blessing to follow my own path. Moreover, he was offering me an unexpected chance to keep Toby close.
“So I’d be his guard?” I asked.
“The official term is Supervisor. Your police credentials make you fully qualified. Your job would be to make sure Toby carries out the work assigned to him, and follows all the other obligations that come with his detention. And if he steps out of line… it’ll be your job to punish him. Given what you did on that boat in Heusden, I have every confidence in you.”
I knew what I wanted, and made up my mind. “You’re right. The more I think about it, the more excited I get. If you can make this happen, that would be amazing.”
“Fantastic! I was hoping you’d say that. But we’ll still have to persuade a few people. Toby has made some powerful enemies in the City. They want to see him suffer.” He hesitated for a moment, looking straight at me. “I can’t shield him from everything.”
The City wouldn’t let Toby’s crimes go unpunished, and they were going to make it hurt. Really hurt. With a sigh I said, “Well, the most important thing is that he doesn’t end up in prison.”
“I’ll do everything I can to stop that.” He stared out into the distance, as if considering a new and important truth. “That boy doesn’t deserve to rot in a cell.”
I smiled. “You don’t need to convince me.”
We stood in silence a while longer, side by side, as deep darkness swallowed the empty land.
****
Toby got his public caning. That was unavoidable.
It was witnessed by City officials and by people he had scammed. Dad and I were there, together with Fabian and Mike. To support and comfort him. Friendly faces nearby during the humiliating torment he was made to endure.
I had to watch how a designated officer administered the punishment. Vicious, merciless, bare ass. Each stroke felt as if it landed on me.
A few hours later Toby was released from his cell. The remaining four years of his sentence would be under my supervision. My first act as Supervisor was giving the kid a long, passionate hug.
****
Fabian was sitting at his computer, frowning in concentration. He only had a few days left to prepare his presentation for the Mayor’s visit. That visit was crucial for securing the extra funding he’d requested from the City to realize his ambitious new ideas for the Peel Bastion project.
I cleared my throat gently, and he looked up.
“Sorry, I don’t mean to interrupt, but I’m looking for Toby.”
“No worries,” said Fabian. “I could use a bit of a break. Toby went to the East Valley with Mike to survey the land for our building plans. Didn’t they tell you?”
“No. I knew Mike was supposed to look after Toby today, but he didn’t mention they were going out.”
Fabian let out a deep sigh. “Typical Mike. He knows you’re Toby’s Supervisor. You’re the one who’s supposed to be kept in the loop. Sometimes I feel like giving him a good thrashing for that careless attitude of his.”
“Don’t get worked up. He just forgot. There’s no harm in it.”
“You’re far too lenient.”
“Now you sound just like Dad.”
He laughed, got up, and walked over to a side table where a tea set stood with a few glasses beside it. “I just made a fresh pot. Want some?”
“Love to.” I settled into one of the armchairs while Fabian poured two glasses of tea. He handed me one and took the seat opposite. The warm scent of herbs rose between us.
Fabian leaned forward a little. “So, how do you think things are going with Toby?”
I sighed and stared into my tea. “He works hard, he does his best, but I still feel like he’s hiding something from me.”
“He needs time, Florian.”
“Time? He’s been here nearly two months!”
Fabian smiled. “You’re too impatient, little brother. You’re helping him more than you realize.”
I drank in silence. Maybe he was right. But sometimes I saw something in Toby’s eyes - a sadness he never spoke of. How much more time did he need before he could open up to me?
I put my glass down. “I’m going to find him.”
“Be my guest. And maybe check what he’s doing with the holo-projector while you’re at it.”
“The holo-projector?”
“Yes, they took it with them. Toby said he needed it.”
“Strange. I told him it was broken.”
“Yes, he knows. Didn’t seem to bother him.”
I shrugged. “Well, I’ll find out soon enough.”
We exchanged a quick high five and I left. A few minutes later, I stepped into the vehicle parked on the little square in front of the Peel Bastion.
****
The hovercar glided silently across the landscape. Fabian’s words were still echoing in my head. I needed to give Toby time. But how much longer?
My thoughts stopped abruptly as I crested the final hill.
Where there were usually wide open fields, an entire City district had sprung up. Sleek, symmetrical buildings. Broad streets lit by thin glowing lines. In the distance, a market hall made of translucent material floated in the air.
I hit the brakes sharply and came to a stop beside Mike’s car. Mike walked over and grinned, jerking his thumb behind him. “Well, as you can see, he’s fixed the holo-projector.”
“Er... how... what?”
“Fabian said the Mayor needs to be able to visualize the district when she comes to visit. Apparently Toby took that rather literally.”
“Apparently”, I muttered.
Mike clapped me on the back. “Come on, let’s go to him.”
He led me down a small slope. Below us, Toby was sitting with the holo-projector in his lap, his fingers flying over the screen. I watched a few blocks of flats change color.
Toby’s face lit up when he saw me. “Hi Florian. What do you think?”
“It looks great.” It sounded flat, but I was too stunned to say anything else.
Toby gestured around him. “I’m still struggling with where to put the cafés and restaurants. Somewhere central would make the most sense, but I’ve built it too densely. There’s no space left.”
I reached out and ruffled his blond curls. “I’m sure you’ll work it out.”
“Of course I will, but there’s not much time. The Mayor’s coming in four days.”
“I’m sure she’ll understand if it’s not quite finished, Toby.”
“She won’t,” said Toby, agitated. “Fabian explained how important this visit is. I don’t want her thinking I’m slacking off.”
Mike and I exchanged a knowing look and sat down on either side of him.
I placed a hand on his knee. “Toby, do you know how many holo-projectors there are in the City? I mean, ones that actually work?”
“No idea. How would I know that?”
“Have a guess.”
“Er, well, from what Fabian said, I suppose not many. Ten, maybe?”
“Fewer.”
“Five?”
“One. This one.”
His expression stayed blank, as if he didn’t quite comprehend.
I continued in a calm voice, “You see, Toby, a lot of technology was lost after the Flood of 2125. For many devices, no one even remembered how to fix them once they broke down. That’s what happened with the holo-projectors too. The most brilliant technicians have tried, but no one’s been able to get them working again.”
“Well, no one from the City at least,” Mike added drily.
I ignored him and said, “Toby, once the Mayor sees what you just showed us, she’s not going to ask questions about cafes and restaurants that haven’t been placed yet. I promise you that.”
Toby looked from me to the holo-projector and back again. “It was just a small thing. A part that needed replacing.”
“And you knew which part.”
“Er… yeah.” His eyes darted away, as if he didn’t want to believe how remarkable his achievement was. I wondered why, but it didn’t feel like the moment to dig deeper.
Toby gestured towards the holographic district still stretched out in front of us. “I really do think I should finish it before the Mayor comes. I’m afraid she’ll think it’s rubbish otherwise.”
Mike clicked his tongue in mild annoyance. “Oh, give it a rest, will you? At most she’ll be a bit overwhelmed. You’ve already spent far too much time on this the past few weeks. And because of that, you’ve been neglecting another important duty.”
Toby straightened, visibly alarmed. “What do you mean? What have I done wrong?”
“You’ve been neglecting your boyfriend. Florian’s entitled to some attention too. The poor guy is being left in the cold while you wear yourself out.”
Toby gave a sigh and turned to me again. “Oh. Really?”
I smiled as Mike gave me a playful wink. “He’s got a point, Toby. You’ve been pulling ridiculous hours for this project.”
“But isn’t that what I’m supposed to do? This is my punishment detail, isn’t it?”
“The judge never said you had to work yourself into the ground. Your working hours are Monday to Friday, nine till half past five. Not beyond that.” I glanced demonstratively at my watch. “It’s ten to six.”
Mike wasn’t about to miss his moment. “Toby, since your posting here is under the City’s authority, the three of us are allowed to assign you tasks, right? Not just Florian, but Fabian and me as well, yes? And you’re required to follow those orders?”
“Er, yeah, that’s right,” said Toby.
“Well then, I’ve got a task for you. Tonight, you’re going to have some fun with your boyfriend. No arguments, this is a serious assignment. And don’t give me any nonsense about being bad at following orders, because I happen to know you can obey just fine when you want to. The only one who can revoke this assignment is your Supervisor, and I don’t think he’s going to, is he, Florian?”
“Absolutely not,” I replied with a grin. “Mike’s order stands.”
I switched off the holo-projector. Toby rested his head on my shoulder. “What do you want to do?” he asked.
“We’ll take the hovercar and head a bit further south. There’s a stretch of newly allocated land that the City’s assigned to the Peel Bastion.”
Mike raised a warning finger. “You’re not going to talk about work there again, are you?”
I shook my head with a laugh. “We’re just going for a walk. I want to show my boyfriend the land down there. A hidden gem, just like this kid.” I gave Toby’s butt a playful squeeze.
“All right then, fair enough.”
“What are you going to do?” Toby asked Mike.
Mike picked up the holo-projector and carefully slid it into its matching bag. “I’m heading back to the Peel Bastion to update Fabian on your progress. I’m taking the holo-projector with me, otherwise he won’t believe a word of it.”
The three of us walked up the hill to where the hovercars were parked. I helped Mike load the gear into his vehicle while Toby stared out over the terrain, which was once again just open land.
Mike whispered, “That boy’s a genius, and he doesn’t even realize it.”
“You’re right,” I said. “He keeps surprising me.”
“Well, I can’t wait to hear what Fabian makes of it. You two have fun. Make it a good evening.”
After a hearty high five, he got into his car and headed towards the Peel Bastion. I watched him drive off, then turned back to my genius and vulnerable boy.
****
The air smelled of damp earth and late summer as we wandered through the deserted fields together. Toby walked ahead of me, his steps light and playful, as if, just for a moment, nothing was weighing on him. But I knew him well enough to sense a shadow behind that cheerfulness, something unspoken.
I took a deep breath and looked around. The rolling hills and weathered trees gave the landscape a timeless beauty, as if no one had ever truly touched it. It was a hidden gem, and right now, it felt like we were the only two people who knew its secrets.
We pushed through a narrow gap in the shrubbery, and there it was - the stream. The water murmured softly over smooth stones, its current barely audible in the stillness.
“This is the boundary,” I said, pointing at the stream. “You’re not allowed to cross.”
Toby raised an eyebrow. “Why not?”
“It’s part of your sentence, as you very well know. You’re not allowed to leave the Peel Bastion grounds.”
“And if I just...” He stepped one foot over the water, flashing me a defiant grin. “What are you going to do then?”
My eyes narrowed. “Then I’ll have to punish you.”
That rebellious spark lit up his face. “But you can’t spank me - you gave me a reprieve.”
He wasn’t wrong. After his beating by the City, I had promised not to spank him for three months. And now he was going to exploit that.
Before I could stop him, he stepped across the stream and sat down against a tree on the other side, a look of triumph on his face.
I followed and stood over him, hands on my hips. “Do you really think you can get away with this?”
“What are you going to do about it? You’re not allowed to hit me.”
“I had a feeling you might try to take advantage of that. So I’ve come up with a punishment that will make you suffer, without giving you a single blow.”
“Oh yeah? What’s that going to be? Are you going to throw beechnuts at me?”
He tried to sound teasing, but I had the impression he was secretly afraid of what I might do. What was he playing at? Was he testing me?
“Actually, that’s not such a bad idea,” I replied, glancing around at the beechnuts scattered in the grass. “I could order you to take your shirt off and then pelt them across your bare chest. That would sting.” I pretended to give it serious thought, then decided, “No, I’ve got a much better punishment in mind. One that fits both your attitude and your offence. Come on, up you get.”
He rose hesitantly, a little less defiant, a little more submissive. “Where are you taking me?”
“We’re going back to the Peel Bastion. And there, I’m going to punish you.”
With that, I turned, stepped back over the stream, and walked to the vehicle, Toby trailing behind me.
****
We didn’t exchange a word on the drive back to the Peel Bastion. Each of us was lost in thought about what was coming, the charged silence between us thick with anticipation. Toby dropped the rebellious act and quietly followed me. I kept wondering what he’d meant to achieve with such a blatant provocation. Surely he knew I couldn’t let it slide? Was he deliberately steering things towards punishment?
I locked the bedroom door behind us to make sure we wouldn’t be disturbed. Toby stood in the center of the room, waiting for whatever was about to happen. I walked up to him and looked him in the eyes. He seemed slightly nervous now. Clearly, the threat of punishment had made an impression. Good. He had broken the rules, and there were consequences for that.
In a calm tone, I said, “You may be my boyfriend a thousand times over, that won’t stop me from doing my duty as your Supervisor.”
“Am I still your boyfriend?”
“Of course you are. But I’m not sure how much you’ll enjoy that in a moment. Strip!”
He bowed his head and began removing his clothes, neatly folding each item and placing it on the rack. Meanwhile, I walked over to the wardrobe and took out two ankle cuffs and two handcuffs. He looked surprised when he saw me walking across the room with them. He hadn’t worn the handcuffs since being placed under my authority, and he’d never worn ankle cuffs in his entire life. He’d once jokingly asked me what they were for. Now he was about to find out.
After fastening the cuffs to the bed, I took a large goose feather from the bottom drawer. I’d put it there weeks ago for a moment just like this. Toby, now completely naked, pointed at the feather in my hand. “What’s that for?”
“It’s for your feet,” I said calmly.
A shadow of fear passed over his face, his eyes wide. “Florian, I can’t stand being tickled. Honestly, I can’t.”
“I know,” I replied with a wicked smile. “You told me that on the train from Zürich, remember?”
“No, please, don’t. You can’t do this to me. Please, Florian, I really can’t stand it. Just give me a spanking instead.”
“But I’m not allowed to spank you, am I? That’s what you just said.”
“I release you from that promise. Spank my ass if you must, but for God’s sake, don’t tickle me!”
He turned and gave his butt a tempting little tap. It was an enticing sight, but I decided to stick to my plan.
“Sorry buddy, you should have thought of that before you provoked me.”
He raised his hands in a defensive gesture. “No, no, no!”
Slowly, I advanced on him. With his hands raised, he backed away until he hit the wall.
I placed a hand on his shoulder. “Toby, do you trust me?”
He stared at me, bewildered, as if he didn’t understand the question.
“Well, do you?” I pressed.
He seemed to calm a little. “Yes.”
“Then do as I say.”
“But I really can’t…”
“Toby. Trust me.”
Deep down, he knew I would never truly hurt him.
With a nervous shudder, he nodded. “Okay.”
“Good.” I stepped aside and pointed. “Sit on the bed and fasten your feet with the ankle cuffs.”
Slowly, still visibly anxious, he walked over to the bed to accept his punishment. Just as instructed, he fixed the ankle straps around his legs, then lay back with his arms spread out. I locked the cuffs around his wrists.
His lightly toned stomach rose and fell unsteadily, his breathing loud and restless.
I began to move my hands over his body, fingers teasing and hovering just above his skin without touching. His eyes followed my every motion, and I saw tiny beads of sweat forming on his brow.
Slowly, I brought my fingers close to the sides of his torso, inching up towards his armpits. All his muscles tensed, his lips pressed tightly together. He whimpered softly when my fingers grazed his underarms in a fleeting greeting.
I traced his neck and brushed his nipples. He relaxed for a moment - until I suddenly pushed my index finger into his navel. He gasped in surprise. Then I really started tickling him, drawing out a string of incoherent noises from his throat.
Once again, my hands travelled over his body, alternating between soft strokes and light tickles. His boyhood began to swell to an impressive size, a perfect barometer of how a boy truly feels in moments like this. I took hold of him and began to stroke, which made him groan with pleasure.
To Toby’s obvious disappointment, I let go again rather quickly and moved down to his legs, eventually reaching his feet. I reached behind me and grabbed the goose feather from the table beside the bed. I waved it slowly in front of his face.
He gave the slightest nod.
The feather might as well have been made for his feet. Toby giggled uncontrollably.
After a while, I ended the torture and set the feather aside. Once again, I took his cock in my hand, pressing my thumb against the tip, and started to stroke him gently. Just as he was about to climax, I let go.
In a voice heavy with frustration, he gasped, “Finish it, please. I’m about to burst. I can’t take it.”
“Hard to take, isn’t it Toby, when you’re tied up like this?”
“Florian, please.”
“Sorry, love. This is part of your punishment.”
I tickled him again, this time more intensely. His cock was still standing tall, practically begging for release.
After one last journey across his naked body, I decided he’d been punished enough. I took him in hand once more, and moments later he came with a force that made the grand fountain in the City Square look like a dribbling tap.
Once I’d freed him from the cuffs, he stayed on the bed for quite a while, while I lay beside him and stroked him tenderly.
****
Fresh from the shower, Toby returned with a towel wrapped around him. I’d told him he could get dressed again, but instead, he sat down beside me on the bed and let the towel fall to the floor.
“Thank you,” he said.
I couldn’t resist stroking his naked body again, gently. “What exactly are you thanking me for?”
He turned his face towards me. “When I saw you were going to tickle me earlier, I was scared you’d go all in. But you were really gentle, and that made it bearable. You didn’t cross the line. That was... really cool.”
“Of course I didn’t cross the line. You do know I love you, don’t you?”
Something flickered in his eyes - an uncertain look that struck me. Before I could ask about it, he said, “There was one thing I did find really difficult.”
“Only one?”
“There were a few times when I was just about to come, and each time you stopped me. You might not realize how awful it is to get that worked up and then be stopped. I thought I was going to explode.”
“Sorry buddy, but like I told you, it's part of the punishment. If you provoke me the way you did tonight, you’ll have to accept that it’s going to get uncomfortable.”
“Oh. Right. I understand,” he said with a sigh.
“You see: even if I can’t spank you, there are still plenty of other ways to punish you. I’ll always come up with something.”
“I’m glad about that.”
“You’re glad about that?”, I asked, half amused, half concerned. That flicker of doubt in his eyes wouldn’t leave me. “Do you want me to punish you?”
He looked at me, his expression completely serious. “Yes. Whenever I disappoint you or start to annoy you. That way you won’t need to get rid of me.”
“Get rid of you? What are you talking about, man?”
He looked away. “Sorry. Forget it.”
I cupped his face in my hand. “You’re here at the Peel Bastion for the next few years, kid. You’re not going anywhere until your sentence is over.”
“And after that?”
“After? Do you think you won’t be welcome here anymore?”
He didn’t answer, but I saw his eyes grow moist. A pang shot through me. All those times he challenged me, all those times he was looking for reassurance…
On impulse, I grabbed him by the neck, pulled him over my knee, and gave him a few firm smacks on the ass. Not out of anger, but sheer frustration. “Do you really think I’d dump you?”
“You promised not to spank me,” he protested weakly.
“You just released me from that promise,” I shot back, and landed a few more swats.
He stayed across my lap, nestling against me.
I rested my hand on his buttocks, both a caress and a warning. “You’ve been carrying something around for ages now, something you don’t want to tell me. I’ve had enough of it. You’re going to tell me what’s going on, or I’ll give you such a hiding you won’t be able to sit down for the rest of the evening.”
“Then give me the hiding,” he replied.
The ease with which he said it hit me. All the frustration of the past weeks came bubbling up. The powerlessness. The way he shut me out. I started smacking his bare ass again, no longer holding back. His cheeks flushed from pink to a bright, stinging red.
After a while I paused. “Toby, just tell me.”
“There’s nothing.”
“Don’t lie!” I gave him a few more smacks. “I’ll keep going until you talk.”
“Be my guest.”
“You’d rather take a beating than open your mouth? Am I not hitting hard enough? Or do you like it when I spank you?”
“You spank me hard enough. But at least it tells me you care.”
“Of course I care about you. Do you doubt that?”
He’d clearly had enough, but stopping now would send the wrong message. So I gave him another round before hauling him upright by the shoulder.
I made him kneel in front of me. “Do you really think I’d throw you away?”
Toby rubbed his sore butt. Slowly, he said, “Deep down I know you wouldn’t. And I hate myself for still doubting it. You’re not like...”, he hesitated for a moment, then seemed to decide, “You’re not like them. You wouldn’t do that.”
Suddenly everything clicked. Toby’s real story, the one he didn’t want me to know. He’d been cast aside, thrown out like rubbish.
Ever since we first met in Zürich, he had been thinking that I might do the same.
When he stepped over that stream, it hadn’t just been mischief. He was testing me.
I wanted to say something - anything - but the words wouldn’t come. I pulled him into my arms and held him tightly, protectively.
It was a long while before I let him go. “Toby, why didn’t you tell us the truth?”
“What do you mean?”
“You’ve let everyone believe you ran away from home. But that’s not true, is it? You didn’t leave by choice. Your parents sent you away.”
He dropped his gaze. “Do we really have to talk about this?”
“Yes, love, we really do. It’s been standing between us for far too long.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Please talk to me, Toby. Is trusting me really that hard?”
He swallowed. “You’re a City boy. You can’t understand. You don’t know what life is like Outside. Every day’s a struggle to survive. Everyone has to pull their weight - but they had no use for me.”
“How’s that possible? I was just looking at your 3D projection of our new district today.”
“That doesn’t count. Not Outside. There, you’re expected to work the land. But I couldn’t even hold a hoe properly. Two left hands.” He looked at me, eyes shadowed with despair. “That’s me. Useless. Totally, completely useless.”
Slowly, I said, “That’s why you’ve been working yourself to the bone these past weeks. You were trying to make sure we wouldn’t cast you out. That I wouldn’t cast you out.”
“You do understand, don’t you? Florian, you mean everything to me.”
I took his hand. “Toby, your contribution to the Peel Bastion has exceeded all expectations. Everyone here is delighted with you.”
Almost in a whisper, Toby said, “That makes me so happy to hear.”
“Then I’ll say it more often. But you know what? Even if you hadn’t achieved a single thing here, I’d still want you with me.”
He looked at me, puzzled.
“Do you remember the first thing I said to you when you came back to me, after that flogging from the City?”
A shy blush crept across his face. “Oh. Uh… yes.”
“Well?”
“You said you loved me.”
“Exactly. And why do you think I said that?”
“You saw the state I was in and wanted me to feel better.”
“You think that’s the only reason? Just to comfort you?”
He looked uncertain. “Wasn’t it?”
“No.”
“No? Then why did you say it?”
I began gently stroking his face and neck. “Did it ever occur to you that I meant it? That I really love you? Deeply?”
He didn’t answer.
“Toby, please tell me what you’re thinking right now.”
His shoulders slumped, as if under a weight he couldn’t carry. “You could do much better. You deserve better.”
And suddenly it hit me - just how damaged he was. Something broke inside me, a helpless ache because I knew no words could erase that kind of wound.
But if words weren’t enough, I had to try something else. There was something I’d been thinking about for weeks. And this might be the right moment.
I pulled him upright and pointed to the bed. “Lie down on your stomach, Toby.”
He froze. “Are you going to spank me again?”
“No, love. You’ve had enough pain. What I’m going to do now is something completely different. Trust me, and do as I say.”
Toby lay down in the middle of the bed. I gently stroked his buttocks, still warm from the spanking he’d just received.
“I’ve noticed words don’t really get through to you, buddy. So now I’m going to make you feel it.”
“Feel what?”
“What you mean to me. I want you to go through this and really take it in. You don’t have to speak, you just need to feel it. This might be the most important message anyone’s ever given you.”
I stroked his back and leaned in towards his neck. Every fiber of his body was tense, rigid, as though he were bracing for Judgement Day. A shiver ran through him when I softly kissed the side of his neck.
Then I lay on top of him and began kissing him - his neck, his shoulders. Gradually, his body began to relax. I kept kissing: his back, his shoulder blades, the muscles of his upper arms, the insides of his wrists, his hands.
“Florian,” he whispered.
“Don’t talk. Just let it happen. You don’t need to understand it, only to feel it. This is what I think of you.”
I kept kissing him, down his spine, the small of his back. Now and then I took in the scent of his body, giving his skin a playful lick. His buttocks received special attention. I lightly bit into his left cheek. Toby let out a barely audible moan.
With both hands, I spread his cheeks and gently touched his boyhole, sliding a finger inside. Toby moaned louder now. He arched his back, his butt eagerly squeezing around my finger. I kept massaging him softly from the inside, sending him into a blissful haze.
Finally, I withdrew. It was time for phase two.
At my instruction, he turned over onto his back. His eyes met mine, moist but shining with happiness. Tiny droplets trickled down from those beautiful blue eyes. I ran a finger along one and licked the salty trail.
Now I began kissing the front of his body: his forehead, eyelids, nose, cheeks, earlobes, lips, chin, Adam’s apple, nipples, ribs, and again those glorious arms.
My lips moved across the tight muscles of his stomach, making sure not to miss a single spot. Next stop: his boyhood, which not long ago had come so gloriously. The touch of my lips made it swell again to full attention.
I let my mouth continue its journey down to his feet. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a hand reaching for his erection.
“Hands behind your head,” I said firmly.
He let out a long sigh, but obeyed.
After kissing his legs and feet thoroughly, I had him roll over onto his stomach again. I stood up from the bed and went to the bathroom, where I took a small bottle of oil from the cabinet. Back beside him, I poured some oil onto my fingers and carefully massaged it between his cheeks and into his hole. He began to writhe with pleasure, and once again a hand moved towards his cock. I gave him a firm smack on the butt. “Hands by your head.”
“Sorry.”
Gently I pressed a finger into his boyhole. When Toby opened up for me, I slid it in further. I could read the intensity on his face.
“Just relax”, I said softly. I fingered him until he lay completely at ease. Then I added a second finger. The intensity returned, but this time he relaxed more quickly. By the third finger, his body accepted me with ease.
I withdrew briefly - only to slip my middle finger back in, even deeper, and started to massage him again. He moaned with ecstatic delight, nearly climaxing when I stroked his prostate. But just before he could come, I withdrew my finger. His sphincter closed tightly as it slipped out.
Time for the final act.
I leaned forward and brought my lips close to his ear. Carefully enunciating every word, I said, “Toby, I don’t want anything better. I want you.”
He answered, “Then take me. Please.”
Without prompting, he got onto his hands and knees, presenting his ass to me, open and willing.
I knelt behind him. In a few quick movements, I freed my cock, which had grown uncomfortably tight in my pants. The next moment, I was on top of him, pressing my love-rod against his opening. I paused for a beat, then pushed it in slowly. Toby began to moan heavily, his back arched and taut. This was clearly unfamiliar territory for him.
With every ounce of self-control I had, I paused. “Are you all right?”
“Yes. Please keep going. I want this.”
He relaxed again, and I began to thrust, slow and deep. I wanted him to feel that this was where he belonged. That he was safe. With me.
The sounds my boy was making now betrayed a rising, all-consuming ecstasy. After a few more intense moments, I came - my love spilling into him, filling him completely.
Exhausted, I collapsed beside him, lying on my back. Toby turned to me.
“Now I truly belong to you,” he said.
“Yes, love. From now on, you’re mine. My most precious treasure.”
He pressed himself against me, as if he could anchor his head to my shoulder and never be parted from it again.
