AN UNFORTUNATE BOY

BY ABUSEDASBOY11

[ part 3 ]

The story continues... Back to Peter and Alex

Peter leaned over the sleeping form of the boy. He was careful not to shake the bed too much but he wasn’t concerned since he had found out that Alex was an extremely sound sleeper, like most 10 year olds.

Peter’s hand was fondling Alex’s young package, his pre-teen dick saluting Peter for the effort. The boy’s boxers were halfway pulled down his legs, caught on his thighs. It was all he wore.

Peter preferred the cute white underwear a lot of boys wore but he hadn’t wasted time shucking them off the sleeping boy. His mom was in the room down the hall. Peter knew she was too exhausted to wake up. Since Eric ‘ran away’, the house had been in turmoil. Peter recalled the last few days as he leaned down to give the still form of the boy a blow-job.

Just like he had planned, the cops came to the quick conclusion that Eric had run away. Apparently his mother had registered him specifically with the police as a run-away threat. They did their usual routine of asking all the questions but Peter was well prepared and Alex really couldn’t help them with their questions as he had been asleep all night, and he told them as much. Lydia came home from New York immediately and she was absolutely distraught. She had a moment where she blamed Peter for not watching Eric but she gave in quickly and was crying on his shoulder. As Peter expected, she needed emotional comfort and he had found himself at their home every day and the majority of the night, often to well after Lydia had fallen asleep. She had taken to drinking at night to help her sleep and so it was in fact more like passing out that she did then falling asleep. As Peter had hoped, he had entire evenings with Alex.

He had used his little pills a few more times the first day or so with him so that he could have his night-time fun but he soon realized that the boy slept like a log himself and didn’t need any inducement. So for the majority of the week, Peter had been molesting the boy in his sleep. He had taken a few pictures and sold them to a friend of his as well. Alex was a beautiful specimen of boyhood. He was young enough that no facial blemishes were apparent and his form was well maintained by the diet of food their mother fed them. Alex was more the braniac while Eric had been the sport star but, none the less, he had some muscle definition which overcame the baby fat that most boys his age still had. His little penis was almost 2 inches, maybe a half an inch longer when erect. He was uncircumcised and Peter loved to roll the skin back and expose the little purple head of Alex’s joy gland.

One night, just to make sure how deeply Alex slept, Peter had reached his hand into the sleeping boy’s boxers and clamped 2 fingers down on one small testical. He squeezed cruelly, enough to make anyone scream bloody murder. The little boy squirmed in his sleep slightly but didn’t wake up. It was then that Peter knew the pills weren’t needed.

Peter, bought back to present, felt the little boy’s body buck beneath him. With a little surprise, Peter continued sucking, now bobbing up and down on the boy’s little member. He felt the penis twitch and jump in his mouth. The sleeping form even squirmed a little, almost exactly as much as he had when Peter wrenched his little marble.

Peter leaned back, his mouth coming off the boy’s penis with a slight smack as saliva parted skin. He knew the boy had just had his 1st orgasm though it had been dry and he would never remember it. It gave Peter a thrill of joy to know he had done that for him.

Peter sat beside the boy, his own body naked, and took the boy’s miniscule hand and wrapped it around his raging hard-on. He clasped his own hand around the boy’s and used it to masturbate. The added sensation of the boy’s hand touching his penis caused him to explode extremely fast, a large arch of cum spraying into the air and landing over Alex’s sleeping form. Some even fell across the boy’s face.

Peter smiled, thinking it actually made the boy cuter, and he took the opportunity to taste the boy again, using his tongue to lick all cum off the boy. He rubbed anything that fell on the sheets deeper into them.

After he was done, and spent himself, he reached down and pulled the boy’s boxers back up and with a little pat on his package, stood up. He reached over and grabbed the boy’s duvet cover and sprawled it back over him, making sure all of him was covered. He actually tucked the boy in with care. Again he stood straight and just looked down on the boy. Now that he had orgasmed and his sexual desire spent, a new flood of emotion came into him and he remembered even more from the last few days that, he had to admit, had been weighing heavily on him. Though Alex was sleeping now, if you looked closely at his face, you could see the strain the last week has been on him. He was constantly crying.

Alex had been devastated when he had heard that Eric had run away. He, more then anyone else, said it wasn’t possible. He said Eric had promised him he wouldn’t do that. Alex firmly believed he didn’t run away and he had often told Peter as much, begging him to believe him.

Peter sighed and left the room, heading to the guest room where he was staying during this ‘ordeal’ and supporting the family. He just lied there in his own bed, dwelling on the whole situation. It was a week before Christmas. Sleep overcame him eventually.

The next morning saw all three of them at the table. Lydia was making sure to keep some semblance of a routine up for Alex’s sake. She had cooked omelet’s and each plate had a king’s ransom in food on it. Alex just looked at his and didn’t even touch his fork before pushing it away from himself.

Lydia’s voice was shaken as she held back her own ever-threatening tears, “Alex, honey, please…you have to eat. It does no one any good to starve yourself.”

Alex just shook his head, not strong enough to keep his sudden flow of tears in check. “I’m not eating until Eric comes back.” And the boy nearly hadn’t. Peter honestly couldn’t recall anything beyond a piece of bread that the boy had eaten in the last week.

Lydia’s voice shook, a stray tear escaping her fountain, “Honey please… for me?”

Alex looked up and violently shook his head. Peter actually felt a tear touch his bare forearm.

Lydia just leaned forward and clasped a hand over her eyes, collapsing into her own tears. Peter watched her and the shifted a look towards Alex as the sound of his chair pushing away from the table signaled the boy’s departure.

The young boy, all tears, nearly ran from the room. Right before he exited, he screamed in a voice rife with anguish, “I want my brother back!”

Lydia just began to cry harder at Alex’s words and did nothing to stop the fleeing boy. The distant sound of a door slamming echoed down to the kitchen.

Peter pushed his plate away, having lost his own appetite. He had helped Deke kidnap numerous boys. Peter had callously led the boys away from their safe environment whether in the park, their own neighborhoods, after school, at the gym, it didn’t matter. Peter had a way with children. Something about his personality made them instantly trust him. Deke had noticed it in him and put him to good use.

Peter had grown up in Deke’s house as a run-away himself. He had been 7 years old. He knew that if not for Deke he would have returned to his own home soon enough but Deke had given him a new one, where clothes were optional and this fun activity called sex was always happening. Peter got to do things he never imagined and it all felt so good. He had become addicted to sex and as he grew, addicted to sex with children.

He had started luring boys away from the safe places at the early age of 12 for Deke. And it had continued up until last week. Peter was a rich man as he had partnered with Deke after his 18th Birthday and he often got 20-30K from each kidnapping. Peter was pretty sure it wasn’t an actual 50% of the take but it didn’t bother him. He was a millionaire and used the pretext of his own business to explain the money. He thought he was happy.

But never before had he seen the aftermath of one of his Kidnappings. He knew that many of the boys he led away and into Deke’s hands had brothers and sisters. We’re they all this distraught. Had he ruined all those families like he had this one?

Peter felt sick and guessed his face showed it as Lydia finally looked up. He heard her say, “Oh Peter…” She stood up and walked over to hug him from behind. It was her child that disappeared and now she was comforting him, and she didn’t even really know what was tormenting him. He actually did feel a tear fall onto his cheek… and it was his own. He shivered and suddenly made up his mind.

He had to get Eric back. He had to save this family from the terrible things he had done to it.