Pete's Story

Jason had a charmed and relatively easy childhood in comparison to many of his schoolmates. The eldest son of Mark and Elsie, he was always given the very best that his parents could afford, from school uniform, to the latest toys. He was the first boy in the school to get the new, very fashionable ‘chopper’ bike with its passing resemblance to a Harley Davidson motorbike. He wore his hair long and trendy months before anyone else was allowed to do so, and what made life even easier for him was the fact that he was very attractive and personable from an early age. Jason hit puberty early and was fortunate not to suffer too much from the dreaded acne that afflicted so many of his contemporaries. Being fond of most sports, as he progressed through his teens his physical appearance began to match the attractiveness and appeal of his good looks and he soon found himself very popular with not just the girls in his own year but also with those much older than he. The problem was he wasn’t particularly interested in them. In his early teens he was happy knocking about with his mates, getting into a spot of trouble here and there, participating in team games – all the usual stuff your average thirteen year old enjoys. Then, as his friends started taking girls out and wanting to prove their sexual prowess, Jason found himself going through the motions. He would say all, the right things, occasionally take a girl out and ‘snog’ her. He would even, on occasion, try to take things a stage further knowing his attempts would be relayed back to the girls friends and make it back to his mates, thus enhancing his status as a member of the ‘stud’ brigade. But his heart was never in it, and he knew that all he was doing was going through the motions. What he didn’t understand was why.

What he did know was that he always found himself looking forward to spending time with Pete, and not just because he got a blow job. After the initial encounter between the five boys during the cross country run and the excitement and hiatus had calmed down, it became less and less regular that anyone but Jason would arrange to meet up with Pete, and if they did, Jason always ensured he was there to ‘look out’ for the boy he now considered a friend. So if, for example, one of the bigger more aggressive boys decided he wanted a blow job from Pete, you would always find Jason a few yards away keeping an eye on things. And if ever anything got out of hand or too heavy, as it sometimes did when one of the testosterone fuelled jocks thought it might be fun to take things a stage further, it was Jason who stepped in to ensure the safety of his friend. Despite the initial strangeness of their relationship the more time he spent with Pete the more he enjoyed his company, and one afternoon, as they sat quietly watching a kestrel hovering over its prey, Pete left Jason feeling a little confused and uncomfortable when he pointed out, ‘You haven’t asked me to suck you off for two weeks now, but you still spend lots of time with me. Why?’

‘What? Do I have to force you to suck my cock every time I see you? Can’t I just like being with you? Some’at wrong wi’that?’ Jason stood up and started to pace to and fro. ‘Fuckin’ ‘ell Pete, I thought we were like mates. I thought we’d got passed that cock sucking shit?’ He strode over to Pete, planted his feet firmly in front of him, unfastened his jeans, pushed them down to his knees, grabbed the back of Pete’s head and pulled his face into his cock and balls, rubbing Pete’s nose roughly against the slightly sweaty hair at the root of his prick. ‘Is this what you want? Well, is it? Do you want to be my little cock sucker for the rest of your life?’ He took hold of his stiffening member and forced it between Pete’s lips. ‘Come on cock sucker, open up, suck it. Come on suck it. I SAID FUCKING SUCK IT CUNT!’

Pete’s mouth opened and took the now erect penis into its warmth. Tears ran down his cheeks as he started to pleasure the teenager he was both frightened of and yet adored. His protector and master. He knew that if he pleased him he would look after him. No one had bullied him since their almost symbiotic relationship had begun. He had never felt so safe, yet never so vulnerable. An involuntary sob escaped his mouth as he breathed around the tumescence he worshipped, hearing it, Jason looked down. ‘Oh God Pete, I’m so so sorry.’ He pulled away from the smaller teen and knelt in front of him. Pete slumped forward, Jason caught him, and without thinking, wrapped his arms around him, drawing him to his chest. ‘It’s ok Pete I’ve got you, I’m sorry Pete. Oh God. Oh Pete.’ His head forehead came to rest on Pete’s. He brought his hand to Pete’s chin and lifted his face up so that he could look in his eyes.

For a fleeting moment it seemed the two would kiss, then above them the kestrel screamed at the teens, venting her frustration. Their actions had disturbed her hunting and frightened her prey into hiding. Jason leaned back on his heels, ‘Fuck Pete, you get me so fucking angry sometimes. Why do you say things like that?’

Smiling shyly Pete pointed at Jason’s cock that was still hanging out of his jeans, ‘Are you gonna’ put that away or are you leaving it there for the kestrel?’ He had to jump up quickly to avoid the playful swipe that Jason took at him as he lunged forward in an attempt to tackle the smaller teen. ‘Need something a lot fuckin’ bigger than a bloody kestrel to eat this snake, and you know it mate,’ he laughed. Stumbling to his feet and tucking himself away, he began to chase after Pete. The two ran over the field and into the small wood at the bottom of the hill. Playing like children, the two friends dodged between the trees, hid behind bushes and played tag with each other. Wide smiles split their happy faces as they enjoyed the pure pleasure of boyhood. So what if they were fifteen? So what if one was the school stud and the other the school wimp? It didn’t matter that to an onlooker they were a totally mismatched pair, they were happy in each other’s company, and Jason was revelling in a freedom he had never felt before, a freedom to be himself. He knew instinctively that he had no need to pretend to be something he wasn’t when he was with Pete. He could be the person he was; tender, sensitive, playful, sharing. The boastful, aggressive, intimidating hard man of the school play ground wasn’t needed when he was with the smaller, gentle boy. He felt a need to protect him, and although he didn’t understand why, he was slightly afraid of him and the way he felt about him.

Growing up where they did, in a small ex-cotton town in the middle of Lancashire, men were men and the only role models the younger generation had were hard faced, hard working men of few words. You were expected to leave school at sixteen, get a trade, get a girl, settle down, marry, have children, vote Labour, repeat the cycle. In years to come there would be change, people would accept that there were different types of individuals in the world, that not every man wanted to screw a woman; for that matter it would come as more of a shock to some men to learn that not every woman wanted to shag a man, that they actually preferred their own sex as life partners. For boys of Jason and Pete’s generation, feeling different, knowing that they were attracted to boys not girls, when society held such a thing to be totally taboo, was not only confusing, it was terrifying. It was made even worse for Pete by the fact that for the last five years he had been regularly abused by the man living next door and he carried this deep, dark secret so well hidden that no one had ever suspected he was effectively this mans sex slave.

So whilst the two fifteen year olds knew they had feelings for each other they had no one to talk to about them, society taught that what they were feeling was wrong and they were scared that someone would find out their true feelings. As a result, they had said nothing to each other. And although they both suspected that they each had feelings for the other nothing physical or emotional was triggered between them until events brought things to a head that afternoon they were playing like children in the woods. Pete was enjoying himself so much that he forgot about time completely. It was only as Jason tackled him to the ground and they started to playfully wrestle for dominance that Pete caught a glance of his watch. ‘Oh no. I’m late. He’ll be so mad at me. Jason I’ve got to go. Sorry mate, but I’ve got to run. God, I’m gonna get such a hiding now. Oh fuck!’ Pete staggered to his feet and ran off in the direction of home, still talking to himself about how much trouble he was in and the punishment he would receive for being late. Jason hesitated only briefly before taking off after him. He decided to keep his distance. Something about the way Pete was panicking rang an alarm bell in Jason’s head. He knew that his Dad beat him whenever the mood took him, but that was an erratic, unplanned happening. It seemed that now, today, Pete was running toward an expected punishment. Actually going to a place where he knew he would be hurt by someone he knew. Jason knew that it wasn’t Pete’s Dad. Everything felt wrong.

When they got close to Pete’s home Jason’s gut instinct was proved right as his friend ducked behind the wall that ran in front of the farm house to avoid being seen and headed to the house next door. Jason watched him knock timidly on the door. It was opened by a tall, good looking man that Jason had seen Pete with before. He knew from what Pete had told him that he was an American called Todd – at least he thought that was his name. He was a teacher at the private boys school in Blackburn and had taught Pete how to swim and play squash. Jason had thought Pete looked up to him as a surrogate father figure. So why would he be so frightened of being late? And why did he say something about a hiding, a beating?

After five minutes or so, Jason decided to find out what was going on. He was starting to get concerned for his friend and was beginning to think that this Todd was not all that Pete said he was. It was the fear he had seen in Pete’s eyes that he couldn’t shake from his head. He had to do something. He had to know his friend was okay.

Taking a deep breath he knocked loudly and with force on the door.

No answer.

He knocked again, harder and louder.

Still no answer.

He opened the letter box, put his mouth to it and shouted, ‘Pete, I know you’re in there. If you don’t come to the door now I’m calling the police.’

Seconds later the door was pulled open forcefully. Jason found himself facing a six foot tall slightly overweight man in his early forties. He was wearing a dressing gown and was sweating and breathing heavily. ‘Who are you and what do ya want?’ He demanded.

‘Where’s Pete?’ Jason pushed the surprised American out of his way as he entered the house.

‘What the….? How dare you come into my house.’ blustered the now angry man. ‘Get out. Now!’

‘I’ll ask you nicely one more time. Where is Pete?’ Jason’s voice and manner was frighteningly calm, but the American saw him slowly clench his fists. He also took stock of the young man confronting him: six foot tall, curly black hair, athletic, stunningly attractive, beautiful mouth. The sort of mouth to push your rock hard cock into. My God, thought Todd, he is fucking gorgeous. Todd smiled at Jason, ‘He’s upstairs in the front bedroom, we were just starting to have some fun together. Why don’t you join us?’ He gestured towards the stairs with his arm.

Jason maintained his calm demeanour, he’d had years of practice being the school tough guy, pretending to be anything he needed to be to get others to do his bidding, including the teachers. This prick was no different. ‘Okay, after you.’ He smiled his handsome, sexy smile that he knew the girls always dropped their knickers for. The man in front of him bought it, hook, line and sinker. He positively ran upstairs like a big blousy girl. He couldn’t wait to get his hands on the walking wet dream coming up the stairs behind him. Pete was beside himself with shame and embarrassment. Tears of humiliation ran from his eyes as he tried without success to hide his face from the boy that meant so much to him.

Jason took two steps into the room and stopped in his tracks. At first he couldn’t take in what he was looking at. He friend was naked, face down on a large wooden bed. His arms and legs were spread eagled from his body to each corner post. Pete was struggling but was unable to move. It took a few moments for Jason to realise that Pete was immobile because his arms and legs were tied to each corner post by rope. It then became obvious to him that once the American had secured Pete to the bed frame he had started to hit him with something. There were several raised red welts on the young mans back, legs, arms and buttocks. His buttocks especially looked very red and sore. Gesturing at Pete, Jason smiled at Todd, ‘Didn’t waste any time did you?’ Todd, thinking he had a willing accomplice in Jason, had removed his dressing gown and stood before him naked. His erection was hard and quivering, but not, Jason noticed, particularly impressive. ‘What you been using on him?’ Todd picked up a cat-o-nine-tails from the floor. Jason took it from him. Weighing the whip in his hand he looked down at the tethered form of his friend. Catching his eye, he blew him a kiss, winked and smiled. Pete took a sharp intake of breath, suddenly understanding what was about to happen. Jason was his protector. He made sure that bullies left him alone, and if they didn’t, he dealt with them. He dealt with them so efficiently that not one of them had ever bothered Pete a second time. Taking a firm hold of the ‘cats’ handle Jason moved to within striking distance of the sadistic teacher. ‘So, you like my friend do you?’ Crack. The leather tails shot out and wrapped around the naked torso of the unsuspecting adult. ‘Get a kick out of torturing kids do you?’ Crack. Crack. Todd fell to the floor, raising his hands and arms to protect his face and upper body. Crack. Crack. Crack. Crack. And so it went. Endless strikes of the ‘cat’ on his legs, arse, stomach and worst of all, his now soft, exposed cock. Jason was relentless, remorseless. The anger and disgust he felt at what this so called man had been doing to his friend had burned him to his core. He wanted so much to hurt and damage the animal that writhed in pain on the floor in front of him that he lost all sense of himself. He became the whip. It was part of him. He could feel each strike as it lashed the now raw flesh of the stinking, screaming piece of shit at his feet. Suddenly he heard a different scream. A shout of pain from the one he was there to rescue. ‘JAY STOP. PLEASE STOP. PLEASE, PLEASE. Oh God Jay, please stop.’ He paused, looked down at the boy on the bed and saw the pleading in his eyes. ‘That’s enough Jay, let me loose and take me home. Please Jay.’

He dropped the whip. As he was standing at the foot of the bed he untied Pete’s ankles first then moved to the top of the bed, keeping himself between his friend and the man moaning in pain on the floor. Once Pete was released, he helped him dress, gently guiding his tender legs and arms through trousers and sleeves. He made the injured boy sit as he put his shoes and socks on for him then carefully helped him down the stairs. ‘Sit here a minute, there’s something I forgot. Won’t be long. Promise.’ Jason guided Pete into an armchair then walked calmly back upstairs into the front bedroom.

Todd was just beginning to drag himself into a sitting position when Jason walked back into the room. Fear filled the mans eyes as the dominant teen stood before him. Crouching down, Jason took hold of a handful of the Americans hair, pulling his head up, forcing him to look him in the eye. ‘If you think that hurt you arsehole then be warned. If you ever touch my mate again I will crush your fucking balls and beat your fucking brains out. I’ll go to prison for that guy if I have to. You understand me you piece of shit?’ Todd was terrified at the hatred, anger and total sincerity he could see in Jason’s eyes as they bored into him. So terrified that he was unable to speak. Jason punched him in the stomach, holding tight onto the hair in his hand, so that Todd was unable to react to the pain other than to cry out. Trying to regain his breath he was desperate to acknowledge Jason’s warning to him before the youth struck him again. He nodded his head as best he could and a managed a strangled noise from somewhere in his throat. Jason released his hair and stood up. ‘Just one last thing for you to remember me by.’ Opening his flies he pulled out his penis, rolled his foreskin back, took aim at the apology for a man at his feet and pissed all over him. Todd moaned ‘Nooo, please, no no no…’ Jason’s aim was excellent, silencing the man with a torrent of acrid urine straight in his mouth, gagging him with rancid disdain. And all Todd could do was swallow, or choke.

Jason shook the last drops off the end of his cock, zipped himself up and went back down stairs. Collecting Pete he led him back to the fields and woods he knew he loved so much, not stopping until they reached the waterfall on the edge of the moors.

Over two hours later Jason was sitting in Pete’s secret ‘cave’ in the waterfall, leaning back against the rocks with Pete’s body nestled between his legs, his back against his chest, head cradled on his reassuring and comforting muscular shoulder. With Jason’s strong, arms enfolding him in their warm embrace, Pete had fallen asleep almost as soon as he had realised his bodyguard had him safe and secure. ‘Thank you Jay.’

‘No problem mate. No problem at all. If I’d known I’d have done it sooner.’ Without a thought, Jason did the most natural thing in the world – he gently, lovingly, kissed the top of Pete’s head at the same time as tenderly increasing the pressure at which his arms were hugging him. He felt the boy he now knew he loved relax, heard him heave a sigh of relief and knew instinctively that he couldn’t now move until the most precious thing in the world to him awoke from the safest sleep he had probably ever had.

As Pete slept, Jason remained vigilant. He was fairly sure that Todd wouldn’t try to follow them but he couldn’t be certain. He knew that if the arsehole did show up he would damage him beyond repair. He also now understood why he felt as he did and that his need to protect Pete was an emotion stronger than any he had previously felt for anyone. Sitting there holding the sleeping boy in his arms he felt absolutely certain that this was where they both belonged – together. He knew, without a shadow of a doubt that he loved the shy, lonely, funny, scared, beautiful young man he was holding so close, and that he was frightened of what the future held for them. He hoped and prayed as he sat there, his whole body aching and uncomfortable, refusing to move and disturb his first, his deepest love, that Pete could- would – love him. He had no idea what would happen if he couldn’t, or wouldn’t. He buried his nose in the top of Pete’s head inhaling the scent of him, a scent he knew so well. He wanted to smell all of him, explore every inch, show him how much he loved him by pleasuring every part of his body. He wanted to do for Pete what Pete had done for him so many times – take him in his mouth, make love to his manhood until he could swallow the very essence of his lover into himself. Absorb him into his being. To carry a part of him within him for the rest of his life. He yearned to make love to Pete, to show him his love, to atone for all the hurt the boy had suffered at the hands of others. Jason knew it was irrational but part of him believed he was partly responsible for all the bad things that life had thrown at the boy he loved so much. He wanted, no, needed, to heal him. To take all the hurt away. To leave him full of nothing but love and happiness and joy. And everything he did had to be done in secret. Neither of them could ever tell anyone. Fuck, fuck, fuck and fuck again. Sometimes he hated this fucking world so fucking much. Why couldn’t they just be who they wanted to be? Why the fuck couldn’t they be who they are? What was so fucking wrong with who they fucking are? What harm does it do to any one else? He wanted to scream and shout and rant and rave.

But he sat there quietly, holding tight to the one he loved, as the boy he loved so much slept a sleep so deep and in the knowledge that for the first time in his life he could sleep and waken safely, protected and loved.