IMPORTANT WARNING - A lot of people may not find the idea of an 11 year old boy being terrorized and humiliated by a drunk a turn on. I and all civilized beings should find this behavior abhorrent. However, my stories deal with humiliation in various guises. It is always right and proper that these issues be explored in this art form.
This is another episode of that period in the summer of my 11th year when I was sent to my Aunt Carolynn's for three weeks while my parents were on a European vacation. Aunt Carolynn ran a day care for preschoolers with the help of her two daughters, Beth and Susan, aged 10 and 14 respectively. Rather than be a pleasant diversion in my summer vacation from school, it turned out to be one of the most humiliating experiences in my life, as Aunt Carolynn put my two cousins in charge of me in every way, and I was treated exactly like one of the kids in the preschool (aged 3 to 6).
On Saturdays and Sundays Aunt Carolynn's preschool was closed. On those days I was usually forced to be either the plaything or servant, sometimes both, of Beth and Susan. But on the Sunday of my second week at Aunt Carolynn's she had a day trip planned for herself and her daughters, so she asked Susan's boy friend, Josh, if it would be all right with his parents and himself if he could look after me at his place from Sunday noon to early Monday morning.
I am certain Aunt Carolynn had asked Josh because he had more than proved his ability to deal with me on that day he came over to help the girls work on their float. The reviews of his manhandling of me were doubtless raves. And also, again no doubt, she asked him because he seemed to be such a fine, upstanding young man.
Josh told Aunt Carolynn he would be happy to help out, but that his parents were going to be out of town on the weekend in question. After talking to Josh's parents, and telling them how much faith she had in Josh, Josh's parents agreed. Josh arrived, all cleaned and scrubbed, to pick me up on Sunday about 11 AM. Aunt Carolynn complimented Josh on how handsome he was. Josh answered all gentleman-like, "Thank you Mrs. O'Connell, you're so kind. Paul and I will have a good time together, Mrs. O'Connell."
"You're such a fine young man, Josh.", said Aunt Carolynn. "And remember, if Paul gets out of line, you have my permission to do whatever you think is needed to control him."
"I'm sure that won't be necessary, Mrs. O'Connell.", assured Josh. "I think Paul is basically a good kid. Probably just feels a little frisky now and then."
Aunt Carolynn finished with, "Josh, you are so mature for your age. I know Paul will be in good hands. And remember, I need to have Paul back here by 8:00 tomorrow morning."
"Now don't you worry about a thing Mrs. O'Connell, Paul and I are going to have a great time together."
With that Josh and I exited Aunt Carolynn's house and walked out to the sidewalk to catch the bus to Paul's place. As soon as we were safely out of earshot of Aunt Carolynn Josh's tone took on an immediate and eerie change. "Look dude! If you so much as give me an ounce of trouble, you are going to be in for one _f_u_c_k_ing hardass whippin. You hear me boy?"
I kept silent. Not really surprised by the change.
"I intend to teach you a few things over the rest of this day. You're gonna start acting like a man, dude. I'm gonna show you how a man acts, dude. You're gonna learn to behave!"
The bus arrives as we hit the stop and we get on. Josh heads for a seat opposite an attractive, though slightly slutty looking girl.
Josh wastes no time turning on the charm. "Hi, those are neat lookin shoes."
"Thank's" replies the girl, visibly taken in by Josh's good looks and wholesome looking demeanor.
"You were shopping, I bet." says Josh.
"How did you know?"
"Just guessed. You were coming from the direction of Village Mall, there isn't much else South of here.", speculates Josh.
The girl laughs, and says, "Hi, I'm Gail"
Josh now raises his voice a bit more, so the people in surrounding seats can hear him. "I'm Josh. Nice to meet you. And this is a friend of some friends of mine, Paul. They asked me to look after him, he's been having a hard time lately. They're kind of worried that if he keeps going the way he has been he'll end up in reform school. I guess I'm the only person who is able to reach out to him, sort of guide him along."
I am too shamed to protest. I keep staring out the window as everyone on the bus looks me over. But Gail speaks up, "Wow, that is really nice of you. You must be a special person, the way you can help troubled children."
"Yeah, I really care about this little guy here", as he says that he ruffles the hair on my head. Lots of loving smiles for Josh from everyone on the bus.
"He is so lucky to have you, Josh" , on saying that Gail pulls the bus cord.
"Wow, this is our stop too!" says Josh.
We get off. And walk a couple of blocks together. Josh and Gail hit it off together, so Josh gives Gail our address and invites her over. Gail tells us she would love to come over for a little while, later in the evening.
When we arrive at Josh's house and he closes the door, I feel vulnerable. I decide my best course of action is to just go to my room, stay there and not say a word. So I ask, "Where is my room Josh? Where will I be sleeping."
"Dude, I want you in my sight at all times. You're gonna be sleeping in my room dude."
"I have to use the bathroom, Josh." Josh points to where it is at the head of the top of the stairs, so I go up the stairs, close the door and take a pee.
After pissing I put the toilet seat and sit down, grateful for the solitude. And suddenly Josh walks right in the bathroom without knocking. "Hey dude, what's going on in here. You playing with yourself?"
"No, Josh."
"Well it sure is strange for you to be in here by yourself. You obviously ain't going potty, or else the toilet seat would be up. I wanna know what you were doing in here, dude!"
"I was just sitting here thinking, Josh."
"Yeah, I'll bet you were THINKING. I bet I know the kind of stuff you were thinking about too! Stand up dude!"
"What are you doing?", I ask, genuinely fearful.
"I"m gonna see if you were playing with yourself." With that he takes down my trousers, and pulls the front band of my undies open and sticks his hand in them and feels my peepee. His mouth is kind of open and he's breathing a little heavy as he fondles me. His fondling causes me to stiffen a bit, and he says, "See, you little perv, you were playing with yourself. Weren't you? Come on dude, just admit it and I won't have to spank you." He keeps gently feeling and pulling on my peepee. "Is this the way you were doing it, dude? Huh, is this what you were doing to yourself? Come on dude, fess up and I won't have to spank you!"
I feel I have no choice. "Yes, I was", I say almost crying.
"Ok dude. Men don't do that kind of _s_h_i_t_. I promised your aunt I would give you some lessons in being a man. I think you're on the wrong path dude because you aint got anyone in your life showing you how a real man acts. Your aunt told me you haven't had your bath yet today, so the first thing I'm gonna do for you, dude, is show you how a man bathes. Come on dude. We're gonna take a shower. Come on dude, let's get our clothes off!"
Although I was confused at the time I knew this was at least better than being bathed at Aunt Carolynn's, where Susan and Beth and their friends did the bathing. And when Josh took off his clothes I felt a new realm of conflicting emotions. I had really never been so close to a naked adult male before. Josh's peepee was HUGE. It stuck straight up against his belly. The head was big and purple. And although I knew that Josh was in a very erect state, I really did not know if that was at all unusual for adults and whether or not men tried to hide it from each other.
Also confusing the issue was Josh himself. I guess if one has to be alone in a strange house with and terrified by a sadist pedophile, it makes things somewhat bearable if you find the molester, all said and done, a beautiful hunk with an intriguing, if devilish, personality.
I take off my clothes and Josh and I get in the shower. He is silent and kneels down beside me. His mouth is open and his unblinking gaze roams over every inch of my nude 11 year old body. Without taking his eyes off me he grabs a bar of soap and rubs it all over my body. The water is warm. He massages the soap in all over with both hands, lingering a long time at the crotch and butt area. I am stiff and can even relax for the first time, for it feels good in a way that seems strange and slightly naughty to me.
He hands me the bar of soap and says, "Ok dude, I want you to lather me up the way I did you. Come on dude, you gotta learn what it feels like to wash a man's body." He remains in a kneeling position under the shower and I do his back and chest. "You got any other little boy friends, Paul, who need to learn this kind of man stuff? I'd be happy to help them. Cause you know I care about young guys like yourself, that you stay on the straight and narrow." I remain silent as I continue to wash him. "Ok, dude, now soap up my _c_o_c_k_. Don't be afraid of it. Come on. Yeah rub it in. You gotta get it nice and clean." I start lathering his _c_o_c_k_. "Yeah dude, keep doing it! A guy's gotta keep his dick nice and clean for the chicks. And get those balls too, man. This is the way you gotta wash your own dick and balls, you gotta keep it nice and clean. Real men keep their dicks and ball sacks super clean, dude."
"Now dude, I need you to help me rinse." And with that Josh gets down on all fours and instructs me to 'rinse' his butt with one hand and his _c_o_c_k_ with the other. 'Rinsing' to Josh means I pump his dick with one hand while massaging his butt hole with the other. "Yeah dude. Rinse me off real good. Pump it dude! A guy's gotta keep his _f_u_c_k_-pole clean and rinsed. Yeah , harder. Pump it good, man! O yeah! Keep pumpin dude." Within seconds he begins moaning. "O yeah, Paul.", and screams as cum starts triggering out of his super big teen dick. I keep pumping for awhile. And finally he clumps in a sitting position for awhile.
Eventually he stands and rinses himself off, silently. When he leaves the tub and starts drying, I then stand under the shower and rinse off. I open the shower curtain and start drying, as he stands in front of the mirror, and is applying gel to his hair. And he says, "You know Paul, what I'm teaching you is secret man stuff, and it isn't proper for girls to know about this stuff. You understand what I'm saying dude? I'm trying to help you dude. It wouldn't be cool for you to go telling any of this stuff to your Aunt or Sue or Beth."
With that he comes over and puts some gel in my hair. "You see dude, I'm trying to teach you how to be really cool. Like I am. Chicks really dig cool guys like me who know how to take care of themselves, and make themselves look great." He then grabs a comb and starts combing my hair in his style. "Dude, you're beginning to look pretty good. I bet when Gail sees you tonight she wouldn't mind getting a bite of you. Tell you what dude, I'll see if I can get her to let you feel up her titties. You ever felt up a girl's titties dude?"
I shake my head 'no'.
He goes to the sink and applies some cologne to his nipples. "Dude, chicks love guys like me who are REAL men." He comes to me with the cologne. "If you act like a REAL man, dude, I won't have to spank you. You want to be a REAL man, Paul?" I shake my head 'yes'. "Cool, dude!" With that he dabs cologne on my boy titties. As he does so he keeps looking in my eyes. I don't move. "You're lookin mighty pretty, Paul. I would hate to have to spank you. Don't _f_u_c_k_ up dude. I want you to be a REAL man for me! A REAL man is one who knows how to please Josh and his friends, who does what Josh wants."
We get dressed together. As he buttons up my shirt he tells me he wants me to go upstairs and and watch TV or play games, and that I am to come down when and only when he tells orders me to.
I go up stairs and play video games for about half an hour when the doorbell rings. As Josh goes to answer the door he shouts up to me, "Paul, get down here, pronto!"
As I arrive downstairs I see a tall fellow who is somewhat older, about 18 or 19 I would guess. And Josh is collecting a six pack of beer, and a pint of gin and rum from him. "Here's the stuff you wanted me to get you, Josh. You gonna drink it up big time now that your parents are out of town?"
"I really appreciate you're getting me this, Brandon. I was gonna just lay back, but I met this bitch whore on the bus and she's coming over a little later to party on my rod.", boasts Josh.
"Super!" says Brandon.
"And Brandon, I want you to meet Paul." With that remark Josh pushes me forward to meet Brandon.
"_f_u_c_k_ dude!", says Brandon, "you weren't kidding. He sure is a cutie. Wow dude, you really did get yourself a boy pussy to play with!"
"And check this out, Brandon," Josh says as he lifts my shirt and T out of my trousers and rolls them above my nipples. "Go on, dude, smell his chest!"
Brandon puts his face to my chest, and exclaims, "Wow, he sure does smell real good. He's wearing cologne."
"You know what it means when a little boy is all perfumed up like Paul is? It means they're pussy whores. Means they want to be realllll pretty for the guys." With that Josh unbuttons my trousers, and slides them and my undies down. "Take a look , dude. Look at his little boy peepee."
"Wow, dude! Howd'ya do it man?" gasps Brandon.
"Go ahead dude. Feel it up. Go on, I owe you one for the booze. Feel it up, real good!" At Josh's urging Brandon reaches down and starts fondling my peepee. I stand frozen. I notice almost immediately a bulge arise in Brandon's pants, a really big bulge.
"_f_u_c_k_ dude, this is wild having your own boy to do anything you want with! Man, I can't stand it Josh, I need some action.", moans Brandon.
"Go on dude, take those pants off, what do you think this pussy is for?" At that go ahead from Josh, Brandon lets down his levi's and briefs and out springs a throbbing pole that is even bigger than Josh's.
"Yeah, dude, way to go!" lasciviates Josh. "Ok Paul, little guy, I want you to form those lips of yours into an "O", just like this.", Josh obscenely demonstrates. "Yeah dude, make a real pretty "O" for us. I comply, afraid of the consequences.
Josh now puts his hand in back of my head and slowly leads my lips to Brandon's mushroom. "That-a-way dude, now take that whole big man tip in your mouth and start sucking." I do so and make gurgling noises. "Yeah little guy, suck harder. Come on dude, you can do it!"
Within what seems to be mere seconds Brandon is moaning, "_f_u_c_k_ man, this is too wild! I can't take it any more, I - am - cum - min --". With that he shoots a whole load of white stuff and most of it lands on my face and chest.
Josh begins another informal lesson, "Ok dude, you know what that white stuff is? It's man lotion. I want you to start rubbing it in your face, chest and crotch. Man lotion will keep my little boy all nice and smooth, keep all your little boy parts nice and smooth for Josh."
I rub the stuff in all over my exposed body, as Josh watches me with a lewd grin.
Brandon, looking somewhat dazed, hurriedly pulls up his trousers. "I gotta run, Josh. I'm late for an appointment."
"Hey man, thanks so much for the booze", calls out Josh as Brandon rushes out the door.
Josh tells me to go back upstairs, and that I am not to come down unless he instructs me too. He says Gail will be coming and he doesn't want me interfering with any of his "moves".
I go back upstairs, but the thought of Josh drinking has me a little concerned. He has already proven himself to be an A-One Sadist when he's sober. There was no telling what he would be like all boozed up.
I spend a couple of hours playing games, and from time to time I hear Josh in the kitchen opening beer and mixing drinks. At about 6:30 I shout down and ask if I can eat, and he shouts back that I should help myself. I go down to the kitchen and eat some sandwiches. Josh is off in the den. I do not see him while I am down but notice that 4 cans of beer have been drunk, and more than a quarter of the bottle of gin is gone. I slip back up stairs to my games and realize that if I can get through a couple of more hours until bedtime, I just might make it out of there alive.
I go back to my games, and at about 7:30 the doorbell rings. It is Gail. I go to the stairwell to listen a little, but can hear nothing, so I go back to my games.
Less than half an hour later I hear a scream, and Gail shouts, "You sicko!" I hear her run out and slam the door and Josh shouts something at her. I can't make it out, because his speech is slurred. I hear him in the kitchen fumbling around. I remain seated at the gaming screen, but am not playing.
Finally I hear him coming up the steps, slowly. "Pauuulll", he calls out in slurred speech. He enters the room and has a can of beer in his hand. His hair that was so neat earlier is now disheveled. There is spilled drink on his shirt and trousers. His lips curl in a sneer as he addresses me in slurred speech. "_f_u_c_k_in cunt! Ya know why she left? Cause I was trying to help you Paul. I was trying to help you become a man."
I remain frozen, looking at the screensaver.
"Paul, you _f_u_c_k_ed it up bigtime for me, dude. I asked her if my special friend Paul could feel up her tits. She _f_u_c_k_in freaked man. MAN, SHE _f_u_c_k_ING FREAKED!!!!!"
I was _f_u_c_k_in freaked on the inside as I sat there, praying that the neighbors heard that last shout.
"Paul, dude, I ain't got no _f_u_c_k_in choice dude. You're gonna get it big time now dude! I mean, dude, really big time. Your ass is gonna feel it man. Big time man!"
He put his hands on my shoulder, partly to get me to stand and partly to steady himself. "Come on boy, you stand up now, so we can get you barenaked."
"No, Please Josh. I didn't do anything!", I both say and cry.
"Come on dude. If you don't get these clothes off, I'm getting a bullwhip."
"Man, don't hurt me Josh." I am in terror and don't know what to do.
"Don't let me down any more dude, than you already have." he says in drunken slur. He spins me around and starts unbuttoning my shirt. He is unsteady on his feet and somewhat rocking from side to side. He takes my shirt and T off, as I tremble, crying, afraid, not knowing what to do.
I start backing away. He doesn't follow me at first. So I walk faster heading for the stairs. He suddenly realizes I'm trying to leave and lunges at me and I move even faster. I make it down the stairs and he catches up with me in the living room.
"You _f_u_c_k_in little faggot! Man, you worthless piece of _s_h_i_t_." Josh screams at me as he takes off my shoes, trousers and undies. "Man, you were _f_u_c_k_in playin with my _c_o_c_k_, you _f_u_c_k_in pervert!!!! And then you go and do the same sick _s_h_i_t_ to my best friend, Brandon! When your aunt finds out she is gonna be so sickened. She'll know then that you really are worthless. Faggot, its over my knee time for you!"
He sits on the couch and pulls me over his lap, and starts an endless series of wildfire spanks. I am wailing in seconds.
"You _f_u_c_k_in faggot. _f_u_c_k_ing faggot!" My little wiener goes hard, and Josh feels it against his leg. Soon he reaches under me and starts fondling it. Fortunately the beating stops. "Yeah, little faggot, you like it when a guy touches your peepee, don't you. Bet you want to touch a real big peepee, don' t you?"
Josh pushes me on the couch, stands up and rips off all of his clothes. He walks over to me with his hard _c_o_c_k_ jutting out and orders me to suck it. But he can hardly stand. I can tell he is losing it fast. He kneels down beside me sitting on the couch and pushes me in a laying position on my back. He then takes my entire unit, my peepee and my balls in his mouth and starts obscenely sucking as he strokes himself. As he starts to cum his teeth graze my unit, and he starts moaning and moaning and finally screams as he cums in great spurting gobs.
He rolls over, garbles on for a minute or so and soon falls asleep with a drunken snore. Finally! I realize then that if he gets cold he'll wake up, so I get blankets and a pillow, put a pillow under his head, smooth his messed hair, take one last look at his naked slumbering body, and cover him up.
I go up to his parents' room, and double lock the door. I wake up the next morning as I always do, at about 7:00. I get dressed, and stay in the master bedroom. At 8:30 the phone rings, I pick up exactly as Josh does, and listen in silence:
"Josh. Hello, this is Carolynn." "Whaa--? Who---? OOOOhhh, yea. Good morning Mrs. O'Connell." "What's wrong Josh. You were supposed to be back here by 8:00 with Paul." "Yeah, I know, I -" "Why didn't you call if there was going to be a delay?" "Yeah, I was - um " "Josh, is Paul Ok?" "Yes, of course. I'm sorry, Mrs. O'Connell, we were just on our way." "Do you want me to come and get Paul?" "No really, we will be on the bus within 5 minutes" "I hope so Josh!"
I hang up in a hurry and it is rather loud. Josh now knows that I was listening.
Five minutes later Josh knocks rather timidly on the door, and asks, "Paul, are you ready to go?"
"Yes, Josh." I answer.
I slowly open the door and there is Josh, looking surprisingly clean cut once again. We walk in total silence to the bus stop. We wait for about 8 minutes for a bus to come, in total silence. We get on the bus, and Josh leads the way to the back of the bus, passing several pretty girls sitting by themselves.
We sit down together in the second last row at the back of the bus. The entire time Josh is looking out the window. After about 10 minutes of driving in total silence Josh begins to quietly sob.