A Naughty Little Boy – Chapter 01
Jason was crying. He hadnt cried for a very long time, not since he was a small boy. You see, Jason, although he was small, was not really a little boy. He was 17 and had been living with his new partner now for nearly three months. As already stated, Jason was 17, but there was something that put him apart from other young men; he looked like a little boy. He was only 5 2" tall and had a 26" waist. He could very easily fit into ten year old boys clothes.
Jason had been kicked out of his home by his parents when he came out and told them that he was gay on his 17th birthday. He didnt care, his parents were never very demonstrative in their love for their son and he could spend days and weeks doing his own thing. Basically, his parents didnt care at all what he got up to, but the day he came out was horrendous. His father instantly told him to pack his things and leave; and leave he did, and without a second thought.
Jason, at the beginning of his exile, had a great time. He could now do what he wanted. Stay out all hours, go to certain places in London where he knew he would be picked up and have a good time, but after a few months of this he became very depressed.
On that fateful day he met his partner, his very strict partner, he had been sleeping rough in a multi-story car park in Central London. He sat there between two cars, thinking of his life and with his knees tucked under his chin he sobbed and cried as if the end of the world had come.
Jason was sick of his life, scraping and begging for food and trying to put a brave face on things.
James Charles was a wealthy man. He had everything going for him. He had his own business and was very comfortably well off. Actually, if he wanted to retire at his forty years of age he could have done so and never have to worry about the future again. He was returning from a friends company leaving party. He had a very good time, but as he walked to his car, he thought about his life, as he often did, and the emptiness of it. He had a wonderful understanding family; he lived very well, he had everything he could desire materially, but there was always that something missing from his life and he couldnt figure out what?
As he was about to open his sporty car, he thought he heard something. If he wasnt mistaken if sounded like gentle crying not to far away. He directed to the sound and there he found what looked like a little boy huddled against the wall with his face buried in his knees and his shoulders shaking. He walked over to the boy and gently shook him.
"Are you ok little one?" he asked.
The boy looked up, his face a mess with tear streaks running down his dirty little face. But, what a face! James saw that the boy was absolutely beautiful, pretty even! Although his eyes were bloodshot from all the crying. He placed his hand under the boys chin and forced the boy to look into his face. Jason bottom lip started quivering and the boy suddenly threw himself into the mans arm and clung to his neck wailing all his sorrows on the big strangers shoulders.
"Hey, hey little guy, its not all that bad. Whats wrong" he asked again as he gently rocked the boy back and forth. James mind was a million miles away at that moment. It felt so good to comfort this boy and his heart tugged at the thought of having to let go.
"Sniff, sniff .... nuffink ...." There was a long pause and then without knowing why, Jason added Sir to the end of his short statement, then cried some more.
"Doesnt look like it from here little man" James replied, "I dont know why Im doing this, but for tonight youre coming home with me and we can sort all this out." He stood up and held out his hand. Jason looked up at the towering man and slowly and hesitantly put his hand in the strangers hand. The mans hand was so big that all he could see were his fingertips poking out of the big mans fist. Jason felt reassured and followed the man into his car.
James was thinking a lot as he drove home with this boy. He hadnt spoken another word as he thought about what he was doing ....
"What the hell am I doing? Taking a boy home with me? I dont know him from Adam, and I dont even know how old he is." He looked down at the boy who seemed to be staring fixedly out the side window. "He looks so hopeless. Well nothing a good hot bath and meal wont fix, Phew this boy reeks"
Before either of them knew it they were at James sprawling country town. He had inherited it from his father, a wealthy barrister, and now he lived alone in this massive 12 bedroom country house with its acres of land.
Jason marvelled at the size of the place it was immense. He didnt know whether to be overwhelmed or afraid. This guy obviously had everything he needed; and what he didnt have he could buy, therefore, he wasnt too wary. Maybe little Jason should have been if he would have known what his future were to hold in store for him.
James took Jason directly to the kitchen of the house and started making a light dinner. When James got to a point where the meal could look after itself, he walked over to the boy and gently, but firmly, took him by the arm and led him up a flight of stairs to a very large bathroom with Jacuzzi and all the trimmings.
"Listen boy" he said "I know youve been living rough, but by the smell thats emanating from a certain quarter I think you are in serious need of a bath. While Im making dinner, all I ask is that you strip, put your clothes in this basket and have a good scrub. I dont really appreciate ruining my taste buds with a pungent smell! Ive left some clothes in your room. They belong to my butlers son. Hes ten years old but just about your size, so please put them on when youve finished your bath. By the time you get back to the kitchen, dinner should be ready. Understood?"
Jason had listened to the man. A 10 year old son? _s_h_i_t_ Im 17! _d_a_m_n_ I know Im short, but Im not bloody 10! Hell though, I could really do with some clean clothes and a bath and Im soooooo hungry at the moment I could eat my own ear wax. _d_a_m_n_!
Jason did as he was told. While James went to his kitchen, he also sent his butler and valet to his bathroom where the boy was now naked.
"Ahh! Master Jason! I have been instructed to take care of your material needs. I see that you already know how to use the bathing facilities therefore I will leave you in peace to your ablutions!" The butler said rather stiffly while Jason just looked at him with his mouth wide open.
"I have left some clothes suitable, in my opinion, to a boy of your age on your bed. Please be so kind as to put them on when you have finished your ablutions. I will personally take you down to Mr. Charles; if and when he is ready to see you. Is that understood my good man?" he asked.
"Er .... yeah, fine" replied Jason. "Clothes suitable for a boy my age? What the hell are ablutions? That sounds rude. If and when ready? That dude will have to realise that its he that picked me up! Not the other way around. _d_a_m_n_, oh well ...." He thought to himself. Just the thought of the bathroom was making him go wild. He hadnt had a real bath in about 2 months and he knew he was dirty, but! This dude, butler, valet; whatever this dude wanted to call himself was stepping slightly beyond his bounds he thought.
Jason had a wonderful bath. The bath was a Jacuzzi. After he had sat in it for nearly an hour, relaxing in all those bubbly jets of water he stepped into the shower cubicle and turned on the tap. He was amazed there were 4 jets of water; one shooting up, down, front and back. He loved it he stood in the shower with his legs wide open and giggled to himself as the jet of water going up hit his anus. He showered for a further 30 minutes then stepped out in what was to be his room.
It was then that he saw the clothes on the bed neatly folded. Jason starred at the clothes with wide eyes. Yes, Jason had gone to school until he left last year at 16, but he had never, ever worn or expected ever to wear what he saw on the bed. "I cant wear that he thought to himself, but almost at the same time he noticed that his clothes had disappeared, they had been filthy and also he though of the kind man that had just taken him in. He still didnt know what to think of the butler, but again, judging the clothes he had gone down another notch in his estimation of him. He sighed to himself and decided it would be best to just put them on, after all, it was only temporary. He walked over to the bed and picked a pair of small white briefs and slid them on. Yuck, he hated briefs, he much preferred to wear boxers or even better, nothing at all. The same with the white vest. He had never worn a vest in his life, even when he was a little boy. Next he picked up a short sleeved grey shirt which he put on and buttoned up leaving the top button undone. He next picked up a pair of grey ankle socks, it was now that he noted the two red stripes at the top. He put them on and turned down the tops which left the socks to just over his ankle; he thought they looked silly, very silly and giggled to himself, he almost felt sorry for the butlers ten year old son. He pulled on the next garment a grey sleeveless v-necked pullover; this too had a red trim along the v-neck and also along the waist. He now picked up what he had dreaded since seeing the clothes on the bed and grimaced. A pair of grey terylene worsted school short trousers, and they were very short. They had a white lining and an inside leg measurement of about two inches. He was speechless then thought how sorry he felt for the butlers son, "that boy must have the piss taken out of him something rotten! No boy wears school shorts anymore, and this short?"
"oh well" He put them on, slowly pulling up the shorts and thinking to himself how cool the white lining was as he slid them up and fastened the clasp. Although the shorts had an elasticated waist, there were belt loops so he also put on and fastened the red snake belt that was under the shorts. There were also a grey blazer with red piping, a grey and red panelled school cap and a red and white stripped tie. "Ill be screwed if Im putting those on!"
Jason looked at a long mirror embedded to the inside door of a large wardrobe and was amazed at what he saw. There standing before him was the image of a little schoolboy, not a 17 year old, but a small boy. If he hadnt known it was him he would have agreed with the butler. These are clothes to suit a boy of your age; he felt his willy start to stir. He couldnt help to rub his bare thighs just below the hem of his little school shorts and he felt himself go harder and blush as he gently began to rub the seats of his shorts.
Jason went downstairs and looked for the butler. He found him in the kitchen organising the evening meal. The butler saw the big "little" boy standing before him looking no older than his son and smiled at the boy; he looked so cute! He held out his hand and Jason, withough thought walked over to the man and put his hand into the butlers and was guided to the presence of Mr. Charles.
Charles at that moment had been sitting in his study when the butler knocked on his door and led Jason in. He was amazed, standing there before him was what looked like a little boy, not a seventeen year old. The boy looked no more than ten years old.
"Ahhhhh .... Jason, I must admit you look very smart young man. Lets go through to the dining room and we can chat"
And they did. That night Jason had stayed up all night with Mr. Charles and they talked about everything: Jason life upto then, what he wanted to do in the future, sports, and a whole list of things. Jason had brought up the subject of his missing clothes and Mr. Charles had told him that later the next day he would be take him to buy new clothes and they dd. Mr Charles had bought him whole sets of trendy new clothes: jeans, baggies, etc. and they settled into a quite relaxed and domesticated lifestyle. Jason would sleep with the man and he began to love him, not just as the man who took him in and looked after him but as the man he wanted to spend his whole with.
After three months of routine though, things had already started to go downhill. Jason had begun to take things for granted. He was messy, he would leave his things all over the house, he drove the butler up the wall, and he talked back to the butler and to the other staff and most of all he began to sulk at Mr. Charles mope around in a sullen manner.
Kendal the butler had had enough. He demanded a private chat with Mr. Charles and they both discussed Mr. Charless new charge at length. Things had got to a head when Jason had gone out that evening at seven oclock in the afternoon and not come home until five oclock in the morning. Both men were frantic with worry and as they were pacing up and down Mr. Charless study in came Jason all the worse for wear drunk out of his skin. Jason had just barge into his mentors study and promptly collapsed.
The two men looked at each other and without saying a word nodded to each other.
Kendal went to Jasons room and began to pack all the boys clothes.
James picked the 17 year old boy up and carried him to his room.
If only Jason had known what was to befall him the next day, he would have been a very good boy.
To be continued ....
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