OVER THE FENCE

BY DEMI HAMLIN

[ part 1 ]

“I can’t believe I’m doing this,” Frankie muttered as he hopped the wooden fence to Mr. Priester’s yard. He gave one more fleeting glance to his friends, but their glares told him loud and clear to get his ass over that fence and get their ball back.

Frankie hadn’t meant to hit it into Mr. Priester’s yard. And he really didn’t mean to send it through the second-storey window. He’d even told them how much he sucked at baseball, hockey, and pretty much anything that used a stick. But they’d begged him to play, and now their ball was in the token creepy old guy’s place.

After cutting the inside of his thigh on the top of the fence, Frankie landed on his hands and knees in Mr. Priester’s perfectly manicured lawn. He could hear his friends shouting for him to hurry up before they had to go inside.

Frankie had never seen Mr. Priester. None of his friends had either. In fact, he didn’t know anyone other than his folks who had actually talked to the guy. But all the kids figured he had to be old and creepy, and probably some kind of psycho since they never saw him come out of his house.

Priester’s house was made of dark bricks traced of black stones around the windows and door frames. The door looked like it had been painted a bunch of times. It was old enough to have a real doorknocker. Frankie scratched his head trying to figure out what the hell it was.

He heard his friends shouting for him to hurry up again, so he took a chance and went for the knocker. But when he touched the knocker, the door creaked open. Frankie almost choked on his heart. Already he could feel his dick rubbing against his underwear. Whenever the ten year old got nervous, his dick would get harder than a brick. At the moment, he could have pushed the door open with it.

Shaking, he pushed open the door, waiting for the creaking to stop before slipping in. The house looked fairly new, like one of those makeover shows on TV. He almost whistled when he saw all the brand-new flat-screen TV Priester had in his front room. Down to Frankie’s right was a long hallway lit by the sun from one of the high windows at the back. He walked down the hallway, seeing a staircase just to his left.

On his right were a set of windows. From the outside, they always looked dark, even when Priester had the light on. But from the inside, Frankie could see a screen-like shade over them. He could clearly see the fence outside.

Frankie started to go towards the end of the hallway when he heard a noise. It sounded like it came from upstairs. He didn’t think his dick could ever get any harder, but it managed to. It was practically bursting from his pants. He almost unzipped them to let it hang out because it was beginning to hurt, but he decided not to.

Figuring he’d already came into the Mr. Priester’s house without even knocking, Frankie thought, Just call the bastard, get the ball, and get the hell outta here. He started thinking about how all the kids would think he was so cool for going inside Mr. Priester’s house when his pussy friends just stood outside the gate. So he headed up the stairs.

On the second floor there were tons of weird pictures on the wall. They all looked really old, like things he’d see on the History Channel. Every one of thing was a picture of someone fucking someone else. At first Frankie felt really ashamed to be looking, but he couldn’t help it. As he walked down the hallway his hand traveled to the rock hard bulge in his pants, and he rubbed the tip gently.

Then he spotted an open door. He leaned in, pushing the door open wider. Straight ahead was a pool of glass scattered all over a desk with a gigantic computer monitor on it. The room was set up as an office with tons of oddly named books all around, but Frankie ignored them and went for the computer. When he pushed the chair away, he saw that the ball had gone clean through the glass. He didn’t know he could hit that hard. He started to reach in for the ball, but remembered seeing some guy get the shit shocked out of him in a videogame that way, so he checked for the cord and unplugged it first.

But when he went for the ball, he couldn’t find it. It wasn’t in the monitor, or on the desk or floor, or anywhere in the room. On the off chance it rolled out of the room, Frankie headed back to the hallway and started looking around. He saw another door kind of cracked next to the bathroom. His dick still harder than he’d ever been before, Frankie made his way to the room.

Nervously, he poked his head in, and then stepped in completely. He’d never seen any of the things in the room before. Some of it looked like giant rubber versions of his dick, but others, like the weird ball with the straps on it, the strips of leather hanging from a long stick, the weird-looking handcuffs, and the things that looked like his dad’s jumper cables, had his mind guessing what the hell Mr. Priester was up to.

“Looking for something?” a deep voice asked.

Frankie froze. His dick pressed so hard against his jeans that the zipper moved down a bit. He turned his head slowly and looked over his shoulder. There was Mr. Priester. Not some old creepy man, but a rough-looking guy like those men in the black and white movies Frankie’s dad watched. Sporting only a bathrobe, Mr. Priester sat down in one of the chairs next to the door.

“I guess you’re looking for this,” he said, pulling the ball out of his pocket. “Nice hit. Put a hole through my window and my monitor.”

“Sorry,” Frankie blurted out. He was so nervous that it took him moment to notice Mr. Priester’s eyes were on his crotch. At first Frankie wanted to cover himself, but whenever he touched it, it always stayed hard. So he just pretended like he didn’t know that Mr. Priester was looking. But Mr. Priester grinned cruelly, and Frankie was glad he was too dark-skinned to be able to blush.

“C-can I have my ball back?” Frankie asked. Mr. Priester smiled even wider, and suddenly a look came over his face that scared Frankie to his bones.

“Sure,” Mr. Priester said. He spread his legs, revealing a monstrous set of balls and dick that curled around them, and dropped the ball squared between his legs. With a flick of his leg, Mr. Priester’s dick fell onto the ball like a dick mohawk. “Come and get it,” he said.

But Frankie couldn’t budge. He’d never seen a dick that huge in his life. It looked almost as long as his arm, and almost as thick, too. He didn’t want to look, but he couldn’t take his eyes off it. He wanted the ball, but not if he had to touch that dick. Already he could feel fear building up inside of it.

“Come and take it” Mr. Priester said, this time more sternly. Frankie still didn’t budge. “You want me to call your parents?” Frankie could imagine the beating his dad would give him for breaking the window and for going into someone’s house without permission and wandering around like a thief. Frankie shook his head. “Then get over here and take this ball,” Mr. Priester ordered.

But Frankie still hesitated. Suddenly, Mr. Priester’s face contorted and his eyes looked like they sank to the back of his head. Frankie could feel his bladder itching to let it all go.

“Get over here now!” Mr. Priester said. His voice sounded completely different, like he’d been faking the other one, hiding the darker, angrier voice until the right time.

Frankie was too scared to know what to do, so he went over and reached for the ball. He almost had it in his hand when Mr. Priester grabbed him by the arm and squeezed tightly.

“T-that hurts!” Frankie whimpered. But Mr. Priester ignored him and stood up, pulling Frankie out of the room. The ball rolled into the floor as Mr. Priester dragged Frankie, whimpering, into his bedroom. ***

Mr. Priester’s bedroom had no windows. Everything looked dark blue or gray, and the only thing in there that made it look like a bedroom was the bed. But the bed looked strange, too. It had long poles at each corner, and there were holes at the top. All around the room were more of the weird objects Frankie had seen in the other room. But these were made of metal and looked like they’d hurt like hell to have them on. Frankie couldn’t help himself, he started to cry.

Mr. Priester pushed Frankie to the floor and towered over him as the boy scooted all the way against the bed.

“Stand up,” Priester said. Frankie did it out of fear. Priester glared down at him, but Frankie couldn’t make out his eyes. “What’s that in your pants?” Frankie instinctively covered his little tent, but Priester brushed Frankie’s hands away with his foot. “Take them off,” he said.

Frankie looked up at Mr. Priester with tears streaming down his face. “M-my dad said I’m not su—” Priester slapped Frankie hard across the mouth.

“I don’t give a shit what your dad said. I said take off your pants.”

“Bu—” Another slap belted Frankie in the mouth hard enough to knock him down. He could taste blood on his tongue.

He took one more glance at Mr. Priester, and sobbing, undid his pants and pulled him down.

“I said off, not down,” Priester grunted. Frankie pushed his shoes off and stepped out of his pants. He didn’t wait for Priester to hit him again. He slid off his boxers. His dick was fully hard. The shiny brown head throbbed with each of Frankie’s sobs.

“Well, well. Did you use that to fuck up my window? Huh?”

“No,” Frankie whimpered. Priester slapped him again. Frankie knew what that one was for. His dad did it all the time. “No, sir.”

Priester leaned over Frankie, and the boy shut his eyes waiting for another blow. But they didn’t stay shut long. Priester’s fingers wrapped around Frankie’s dick. It tickled, especially when Priester played with Frankie’s sac. He squeezed the little marbles gently, slipping his fingers around them so that he could massage them with his knuckles.

Suddenly, Priester jerked down hard. Frankie yelped and tried to push Priester’s hands away, but the man’s grip was too tight. With another jerk, this time up, Priester had Frankie standing on his toes. And all the while, Frankie’s dick stayed hard.

Priester gave the boy’s nuts a good twist, almost to so that they were on the other side. Frankie screamed as loud as he could, begging for Priester to stop. “I’m sorry!” Frankie sobbed. “It ain’t gonna happen again, I swear!”

But Priester didn’t even flinch. His face scrunched into a grimace and he hoisted Frankie up by his nuts onto the bed. When he let go, Frankie’s hands went for his sore balls. But Priester had other plans.

“Take off your shirt,” he ordered. Frankie pulled his shirt off as fast as he could, but not fast enough. Just as Frankie got it past his head, Priester grabbed his arms, and belted Frankie in the chest. The boy went limp for a moment as Priester ripped his shirt off.

Frankie lay on the bed buck naked, crying as hard as he could. His balls still felt like they were in Priester’s vice of a hand. The man pulled a set of leather straps from the table of objects and ordered Frankie to lie on his stomach. The boy rolled over, and squealed as Priester tightened the strap around Frankie’s left arm, and then to the frame of the bed. He did the same to Frankie’s other arm and then his legs until the boy was spread-eagle on the bed.

“You owe me for the window,” Priester said. He pushed a red-ball gag into Frankie’s mouth. It was a tight fit, stretching Frankie’s mouth to its limit. The boy tried to beg, but it all came out as muffles. A sudden sharp pain rose across his naked ass. He screamed, only to receive another blow from the belt. Just over his shoulder, Frankie could make out Priester and the thick paddle-like belt in his hands before it struck his ass again. It was one of the shaving belts he’d seen in the barbershop.

“I’ve been watching you,” Priester said, pelting Frankie again. He had great aim, and had hit the same spot each time. Already Frankie’s brown ass was turning a nice, rosy red. Priester laid it into Frankie, emphasizing each word with another blow. “You’re the hardheaded one. Always peeking into my yard. Always looking for trouble. You hit that ball in here on purpose, didn’t you? Didn’t you?”

Frankie was completely hysterical. No matter how hard he tried to pull loose, he just couldn’t get free. And every time he jerked, Priester hit him harder. After another barrage of blows and more “didn’t you”s, Frankie finally shook his head yes.

“Thought so,” Priester said. He brought his arm far up into the air and planted as hard as he could right across Frankie’s back. The boy screamed and arched his back as much as he could. He was sobbing so hard that he was beginning to drool.

“Well,” Priester said as he looked at the line of dildos on the table behind the bed. “Since you like breaking things, how about I break that little cherry you got there?”

Frankie didn’t have the slightest idea what Priester was talking about. All he wanted was to get loose and go home. He closed his eyes and tried to picture his friends still waiting outside for him and their ball. But before he could think any further, he felt Priester’s hand on his dick again. This time, Priester pulled what little foreskin Frankie had left over the head of his dick, and clamp the foreskin closed. The metal teeth bit into Frankie’s skin, and he instinctively tried to push it off like he was getting the last of his piss out. But that just made the teeth dig in more.

Try as he might, no amount of rubbing his dick on the bed would get the clamp off. And with his boner, it made it hurt more since it wouldn’t go away.

Then Priester lifted Frankie’s right side and squeezed his nipple brutally. He gave it a harsh twist, and before Frankie could relax, Priester put clamp on it. He did the same to the other side, and then patted Frankie’s head. “We haven’t even got started,” Priester said. “I’m going to pop that cherry of yours with this.” He held up a black dildo in front of Frankie. The boy’s eyes widen.

None of Frankie’s murmurs and squeals could stop Priester. He lubed the boy’s ass up with vaseline, and with no hesitation began to shove the dildo into Frankie’s virgin ass.

Frankie felt like someone was pouring hot grease over his ass. He yelled as loud as he could, begging and pleading, but it all came out as murmurs. The pain crept all the way down to his toes, and all he could do was bang his head into the pillow.

“I haven’t even got the tip in,” Priester said. He reveled in Frankie’s panicked screams. The boy was flailing around as much as the straps would let him, but Priester continued to inch the dildo in until it was half-way in. Then he stopped.

Frankie went limp except for the occasional shaking from his sobs. Priester took a peek at the boy’s face which was stained in tears, and contorted into one of the cutest faces in pain he’d ever seen.

Then he shoved the rest of the dildo in.

Frankie’s head bolted up. He buried it in the pillow as Priester slowly pulled the dildo out. He stopped just before the tip was out, and shoved it all the way in. With each pass, he twisted it just a little.

Frankie’s sobs came as hiccups through the gag, and he was completely out of tears. He begged as best he could, but Priester was a pro, and worked is ass over with the dildo until Frankie’s sobs fell into soft grunts.

Then Priester pulled the dildo all the way out. For a moment, Frankie thought he’d shove it back in, but that didn’t happen. He didn’t feel the cool rubber, but instead Priester’s rock hard 9-inch dick. The dildo, only an inch smaller, had paved the way for it. Priester’s dick was thicker than the dildo, so again pain rode up Frankie’s ass.

Priester didn’t bother taking off his robe. He leaned over Frankie with his arms by the boy’s head, and got his knees right under Frankie’s legs, pulling them even tighter against the straps.

“Now you’re going to get it for my monitor. Damn, you’re still tight after all of that!” he said as he pushed all 9-inches in. He started off slow, driving his dick all the way in until Frankie’s ass was on his hips, and then pulling all the way out and forcing it back in. But once he got his rhythm, Priester tore Frankie’s ass to shreds. The boy moaned loudly, his dicker getting harder and harder as Priester fucked him raw. The clamp pulled at his Frankie’s foreskin, but he could barely feel that pain compared to the pounding his ass was taking.

Priester grabbed hold of Frankie’s hair and tugged his hair back like he was ride a horse. His grunts rose over Frankie’s moans until finally he shouted, digging his dick further into Frankie’s ass. The hot cum oozed out of Frankie’s ass even as Priester pulled his dick free.

Frankie sobbed quietly as cum leaked out of his raped hole. Priester wiped his dick off on Frankie’s leg. He head for the door, but turned when he heard a sigh of relief from Frankie.

“Oh, we’re not done,” Priester said. “I’ve just got to get a few things from the other room.”