Author's note: The story you are about to read is a true story based in fiction. It is about fictional people in a fictional place doing fictional things in a fictional time. But it is a true story. Dickie
When I got home after the sleepover I asked my dad if I could quit the Cubs, Mr. Zick scared the _s_h_i_t_ out of me. My dad got mad as hell, he thought that I felt it was too hard being in the Cub Scouts and he promised me that if I ever asked him to let me quit the Cubs again I would get a whipping for being a quitter. I couldn't tell my dad what Mr. Zick had done, I mean how do you tell your dad something like that. So I was trapped in the Cubs with no way out.
Well after the sleepover, when Mr. Zick had molested me in the middle of the night, he seemed to be friendlier towards me. He didn't seem to be correcting me as much as the other guys in our troop, it seemed like he was helping me with our projects more and more often. I was really beginning to enjoy his company even though he kept on patting my butt and holding me; it was those things I felt a little weird about. But right up to the Christmas season he didn't try anything with me, he did ask if I was okay with what he did and I said it was okay just so he would drop the subject. He explained what he did to me as something that he just had to do sometimes and when he asked if I understood I said I did. And I did sort of understand what he meant, with me and my best friends always fooling around there were times when I just had to get nasty with Nate or one of the guys. But he was still an authority figure to me, like a parent or a teacher or even a priest, and those kinds of adults weren't supposed to feel nasty they were supposed to be better than that and what he did made me feel dirty.
Well it was one week to Christmas and school was out for two weeks and everybody was busy with something. People running around buying stuff, kids running all over the block, it was a time when a boy feels really good about himself and his life.
Our Cub Scout meeting was still held on Saturday afternoons, but at this meeting Mr. Zick asked me if I could stay late and help him with some yard work. At the time I really wasn't remembering about what he had done during the sleepover and I cheerfully said I would. So I called my folks and said I would be staying a little later with Mr. Zick and that Mr. Zick said he would feed me and bring me home when we were finished.
After everybody was gone we worked a little in his backyard until it was getting dark then we went inside. Up to this point we were laughing and having some fun being together, even though it was colder than witch _s_h_i_t_ on ice outside. When we went inside, we took off our coats and shoes (our shoes were muddy) and went into the den to start a fire in the fireplace. Mr. Zick had a big stone fireplace and a fake bearskin rung that laid in front of it, as I remember it was always cozy having the meetings in front of that thing. Well he had me start the fire by rubbing sticks together Mr. Zick said it would good practice for me. So while I was getting ready in the den to start the fire, Mr. Zick was making us some hot chocolate in the kitchen.
So there I was bending down on my knees rubbing the sticks and leaning down to blow on the hot embers, when Mr. Zick came into the room with our cups of hot chocolate. He sat down right next to me and began to give me instructions, as he spoke he placed a hand on my shoulder but as I bent down to blow on the embers his hand moved to the seat of my blue jeans and started to rub my butt. Ever since the night of the sleepover he was always finding a reason to touch my butt and now he found yet another.
Soon the fire was started and he gave me the praise any nine-year old boy would have been looking for. As I picked up my cup of hot chocolate, he guided me to sit in his lap on the floor. He was sitting with his back to his recliner chair for support, as I sat down on his lap he brought his arms around me and hugged me tight to his chest. We sat there for a while looking into the flames coming from the fireplace drinking our drinks in silence.
Then he broke the silence. "Dickie?"
"Yes sir?"
"Do you remember the sleepover last month and what we did that night?" He almost whispered.
I looked down at my cup. "You mean after everybody else went to sleep?"
He held me tighter. "Yeah, that thing we did in the hallway together."
(You know when you look back in your life and think about how things started and how you were talked into doing some things, its hard to understand what was going on in your head at that time. I mean, if I were just a little bit smarter I would have noticed how Mr. Zick was phrasing himself. He kept saying 'we' and 'together'; now that I am older I can see how he was making me think that I was an active participant in what he did to me that night when he molested me.)
"Yes sir."
"Well I would like to thank you for letting me do that stuff."
I shrugged my shoulders. "Sure." Heck I would have said anything to him to change the subject, but he didn't.
"Well little buddy I was just wondering if we could do something like that again sometime?" He asked me as he moved his mouth closer to my ear where he began to kiss me on my earlobe.
I was shaking a bit because I did not see this coming. "I....I guess so." Was all I could whisper in my state of confusing feelings; I mean I liked Mr. Zick and stuff but here he was kissing me. My friends and I always played around with each other's more interesting body parts but we never kissed. Kissing was something personal, like when you kissed your mom or when you kissed a girl, but in my eyes guys weren't supposed to kiss each other that was what sissies did. Right?
As he was kissing my neck and ears his hands were busy unbuttoning my flannel shirt. Every time I tried to squirm away he would hold on tight and keep me in his lap. When I finally broke away for a second and pushed myself forward he lunged himself forward as well and forced me face down on the fake fur rug. He pulled my shirt off of me and pushed my tee-shirt up my shoulders baring my back. As he sat on my legs I could feel his hands as they massaged my skin and hips, they moved around under me and began to unbuckle my blue jeans. In all of my bravery I just laid there not really knowing what do to, I guess I was too afraid that if I said anything he would get mad. I suppose you could have called it a tickling feeling as his hands unsnapped my jeans, I do know my small dick always got hard whenever some one touched me anywhere around there. I laid my face to the side and tried my best to relax in the warm rug as he began to tug my jeans down my hips.
It didn't take much time for him to pull my pants down to my knees and once more I was half naked in front of this man. The warmth from the fireplace covered my face as I stared into it and the soft hairy rug felt good against my exposed areas. I also noticed the opened air against my exposed legs and bottom if I was with Nate or one of the guys I would have been enjoying this. But I was with a grown man and he was scaring me, I had no real idea what to do with a man, only other boys. He placed his palms on my butt cheeks and rubbed kneaded and spread them apart. He kept on talking like he did during the sleepover to himself, that was really freaky to me.
"God kid you got a nice ass." He whispered to no one.
I laid still staring into the fireplace waiting for this to end.
"I'll bet you get spanked a lot boy." He said as he patted my butt.
"I guess." Was all I could think of to say.
"Your mom and dad spank you?"
"Yes sir." I didn't like the topic he was on, it was making me nervous being exposed and all.
"You go to that private school downtown don't you? Do you get spanked there boy?" He voice was sounding different like a rough whisper.
"Yes sir."
"Do they pull your pants down and spank you bare?" His hands were pressing harder onto my butt cheeks.
"My parents do, but my teachers aren't allowed to." I had goose pimples all over my arm, I just knew where this was leading.
He then laid down beside me and brought his face right up to mine, to the point where I could smell his breath as he spoke. He had placed one hand under the side of his head to support himself and the other was rubbing my cheek and lips, this was really freaking me out. "I bet you could use some extra Christmas money, huh?" He then pushed his finger into my mouth and moved his finger around in there. I kept trying to move my tongue out of the way of his finger but it kept moving to my tongue. He leaned in and kiss my cheek and whispered again to me. "Do you want to make some money Dickie?"
"Y....yes s. s.sir. I....I g. g.guess." I was getting really scared.
Mr. Zick removed his finger from my mouth and replaced it with his own mouth over my lips. He rolled me over onto my side and held my head steady as his tongue forced its way inside of me, no matter where I moved my tongue his would follow, now I was getting sick. His other hand came down and cupped one of my butt cheeks; he then broke the kiss and began to move his way to my neck as he spoke. "Let me spank you." He whispered into my ear, then he kissed it. "I want you to cry like a baby boy." His hand squeezed my butt.
My heart was pounding in my chest so hard I could feel the blood move through my ears. "But why?" I was already beginning to cry. "I've been good."
That seemed to only encourage him. "I love spanking good little boys!" He whispered as he kept rubbing his face against mine with his tongue hanging out and licking my face. "Come on Dickie! I'll give you ten bucks!"
I could hear in his voice that he was getting angry with me and like with all little boys, the last thing I wanted was an upset grownup.
He stopped slobbering all over me and looked me in the eye. "Come on boy! I need this!" He growled. "I'll give you ten bucks!"
My eyes were flooded in tears as I looked into the eyes of a man I didn't know anymore. I watched as he leaned down to my face and started to lick at my tears and I shut my eyes and felt his tongue move across my eyelids.
Then everything started to happen real fast, he pulled away from me then he grabbed my arm and pulled me up. "Dammit boy you need this!" He barked at me as he sat down in his recliner and forced me across his lap.
"NO WAIT!" I shouted. "I'VE BEEN GOOD!"
SMACK! The first spank was placed dead center and hurt like hell.
"No you haven't boy and you know it!" He yelled at me.
SMACK! Mr. Zick had a knack for making a hand spanking hurt as bad as a paddling.
I screamed in pain, the pain of being spanked as well as the pain of being spanked unfairly. "I have to!" I shouted in defiance as I kicked my feet trying to get away from him.
SMACK! "Just shut up and take it like a man, boy!"
SMACK! By the fourth spank I had hung my head down and submitted to my fate and cried for mercy.
SMACK! "All boys need this Dickie!"
SMACK! "Now its your turn!"
The spanking continued for some time, every once in a while he would stop and rub my bottom. At one point he spit onto my anus and fingered me for a while, but he would always go back to spanking me. He even complained that I was too much of a virgin and spanked me harder. I didn't dare tell him that I wasn't a virgin, I knew he would have _f_u_c_k_ed me or spanked me even harder; I just stayed quiet and took his punishment waiting to go home and away from him.
When he finally got tired of slapping my nine-year old butt, he stood up and had me lay my face down in the seat of his recliner with my mid-section bent. My sore bottom was sticking out for him as I lay there crying into the soft fabric of the over stuffed chair.
(Now I have written and read other stories in the past where we all talk about pain and pleasure. What I felt was exactly this; my ass hurt, my ears were ringing from all the blood being pumped through them and my body was exhausted. But for one of the few times so far in my young life I felt something strange. I could actually feel my butt cheeks. I mean like the same way you can feel the cold or hot air on your face on those cheeks. I could actually feels my butt cheeks, they throbbed with the blood being pumped through them and I could feel each cheek from my hip all the way to the top of them as they seemed to tingle. I could feel the heat coming from the fireplace on my exposed legs and the warmth from the seat of the recliner and I could feel every inch of skin on my ass. Maybe this is what we all call pleasure, the point in our own consciousness that we can feel places on our body we normally don't pay any attention to.)
I buried my face into the chair's seat and cried to myself, I could hear Mr. Zick pulling his pants down and his hand on my butt. His hand was shaking so I figured that he was jacking-off again, every once in a while I noticed that he pressed his organ in between my butt cheeks and then he would hump me. But soon that was all he did, hump me. His hairy _c_o_c_k_ was nestled in between my butt cheeks, his hands were gripping my hips as he would pull me tighter to him and then loosen his grip. I could feel his rough hair as it rubbed against my tender little bottom.
After a while he started to grunt and groan as he humped me harder, then he backed off and shot his load all over my red bottom. When he had finished he once again finger fed my anus with his cum. For some time he would scope up his mess with a finger and then push the finger into my butt hole. Then I felt him smearing the stuff all over my ass, it sort of helped to cool my butt off.
I was just about calmed down when I felt him pull my head out of the chair's seat and move his sperm covered finger to my lips. "Suck it off boy!" He commanded.
I opened my mouth with my eyes closed and sucked the salty stuff off of his finger. He left his finger in me for a while before pulling it out and then swatting my butt one more time.
He pulled me up and laid himself back down on top of his bearskin rug with my half naked body on top of his. For almost an hour we laid there as he continually fingered and rubbed my ass. Just before we got up to take me home, Mr. Zick paid me the ten dollars I sold my butt for and told me that he would probably have to get some of his boys from the school to _f_u_c_k_ me. He said that by this time next year I would be begging for a spanking and love having a man's _c_o_c_k_ up my butt.
This was not a happy thought for me. More than ever I needed to find a way out of the Cub Scouts.
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