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posted for the author: eithancole@gmail.com

This story is a work of fiction and did not actually take place.  It
depicts explicit sexual acts between adult males and preteen boys. 

Any actions involving sexual contact with a minor are purely the
work of my imagination. 

If this type of material offends you or is illegal in your state/country,
please do not read further.  For those that wish to share my
fantasies, enjoy! 

AUTHORS NOTE:  Introducing two new characters - Harry and Zane.  A very
special thank you to Harry for providing the inspiration for Zane and
an insight into his mischievous personality, mannerisms, the way he
talks and his looks and size as well as some very enjoyable conversations
over the last few months.  This one's for you mate.

Characters; 
Harry - Aged 43
Zane - Aged 8 (Kieran's son)
Alex - Aged 10 (Kieran's son)
Kieran - Aged 45

Cole - Aged 28 
Josh - Aged 9 
William - Aged 7 

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PART 10 - Harry and Zane

Fuck!  Harry thought silently to himself as he watched the playful antics of the two boys he had his eyes on and who he'd been watching from afar for a good long while now.  They were unloading bags from the car and struggling with the weight as they trudged up the pebbled driveway.  With his eyes roaming over their young bodies, he took a special interest in one boy in particular.  He was a small eight year old that Harry knew only in passing having never been close enough even for a simple "Hi."  But he knew who he was and that he was treated differently to all the other boys in the Group.

As they passed him by Harry kept watching and stared at the boy's crotch and sexy little bubble butt as he turned and heaved the bag he was carrying up the two steps onto the porch and let it down with a thud.

What a fucking nice piece of ass that is.  Harry mussed.  Why the fuck they let him deny us the pleasure of him is beyond me.  What a waste!  Not that they'd fucking share him with me even if he was like the others, the bastards!  What I wouldn't give to be alone with him for just a few hours.  Holly shit I'd fuck his little boy hole until he begged me to stop!

Knowing that he was being watched, Zane turned and smiled at the man sitting at the other end of the porch with a pile of folders in his lap and his pen poised in the air as if he'd forgotten what he was doing.  His brother Alex had the heavier of the two bags and was struggling to make it up the steps and Zane held out his hand to pull him up before the second bag was dumped on the porch along with the first.  The two boys were panting and a thin sheen of sweat was forming on their foreheads in the hot early morning sun as they caught their breath for a few seconds.

"We're never going to get these up the stairs Zane." Alex said between breaths.  "They're only staying the weekend.  What have they got in these things?"

"Who knows." Zane answered, shrugging his thin shoulders and bending over to pick up the strap of the smaller bag and dragged it a couple meters towards the large double wooden doors.  He looked back over towards the man again who was still watching them both.

"Sir?"  Zane asked.  "Can you help us?"

With God as my witness I've never seen a sexier boy than that, Harry thought.  A million images rushed through his mind as he stared at Zane and his loose fitting black sweatpants hugging his ass as he bent over the bag.  His green short sleeved polo shirt with both buttons undone at the neck hung below his waist and bunched up over his ass, showing off his rounded butt and slim hips.  He's so fucking small!  How can anyone keep his hands off the little bugger?  Why's he so bloody special that he's never been touched?  What the fuck kind of place do these people think this is for God's sake!  We fuck little boys and this one, the sexiest and most fuckable little toy here is left alone?  They're fucking insane…

"Sir?"  Zane asked again interrupting Harry's thoughts.

"Huh?  What?"

"Can you help us with the bags Sir?  We have to get them upstairs into the guest rooms." Zack said standing up straight.  Harry's eyes immediately dropped down to the kids crotch and saw to his amazement that he could actually see the small bulge of the boys package as his sweatpants folded in around it and made a crease that ended a couple inches below.

Fuck me!  Harry had to physically stop himself from getting up and going to the boy, fighting his natural urge to grope his small package and feel the boy in his hands.  With his heart pounding in his chest, Harry stood and adjusted his trousers as he put his papers down on the chair behind him.  His hands trembled as the realisation dawned on him that he was finally going to get close enough to Zane to drink in every detail of his face and body, to talk to him and maybe even get a whiff of that young boy smell that screamed of sex.

God this kid is going to get me in a world of trouble, but fuck it, I don't care.  If I have to drag him off and rape his virgin ass I fucking will!  To hell with the God damn rules.

Unable to tear his gaze away from the thin layer of material hugging Zack's crotch and the less than obvious outline of his cock, Harry tried to will his hands to stop shaking as he casually strode over to the two boys.  What the fuck do I say?  Shit.  The little punks know who I am.  They know I'm not important.  Little fuckers are probably laughing at me, God damn it!

Harry picked up a strap and waited until Zane bent down to take the other and together they pulled it up.  While it wasn't so heavy for Harry, it was a burden for Zane because of his small size but Harry didn't try to take any of the weight for him, preferring to see him struggle and labour with the load.  His muscles strained and his face showed signs of tension as he looked up at Harry.

Seeing Zane up close for the first time, Harry's mouth went dry and his heart skipped a beat as a deep stirring swelled up from within him in longing.  Oh.  My.  Fucking.  God.  The moment lasted only a second but Harry took in every detail of the boy in front of him.  From his perfectly smooth and soft baby like skin to the wavy brown curls of his hair cut to a medium length that hung down over his forehead and ears and down to the nape of his neck.  He was the most beautiful boy Harry had ever seen.  A few light colored freckles dotted his nose and checks, but most captivating of all were his sparkling green eyes that shone with innocence, surrounded by the longest eyes lashes Harry could imagine.  They were almost feminine in looks but somehow managed to enhance his absolutely stunning looks and irresistible sexiness.  His lips were dry with the exertion of lifting the bag, but Harry didn't care in the least.  While Zane's upper lip was fairly
 thin and dull, his lower lip was thick and full and bright red underneath new adult teeth sporting a small gap between them.  There were only two things that might be considered by some to detract from his little boy perfection, and one of those actually accentuated his playfulness and rough-and-tumble character.  The first was a small mole just under his right eye and the other was a dirty smear along his left check, obviously the result of roughhousing between him and his brother earlier in the day.  Most innocuously of all was the fact that his bare feet were covered in dirt.  Although Harry couldn't have known, Zane hated wearing shoes or even sandals and spent the majority of the time without them, even when he was practicing or performing in his school plays and musicals.

When Alex picked up the bag he was carrying, they made their way towards the doors of the cottage as Harry opened it one handed and they stepped inside.  The lobby was grand and usually took most people's breath away the first time they saw it.  From the outside the cottage looked ordinary enough, albeit much larger than most other family homes, but inside, it was a statement of wealth and opulence with high vaulted wooden beams and skylights, century old furnishings and elegant rugs spanning the marble floors either side of a large staircase that lead to the upper floor.  On both sides of the entrance were two large and spacious open plan rooms filled with couches, dining tables, leather chairs and side tables for the men as they sipped expensive wine and spirits and two very large and open fireplaces at each end.  The two rooms easily spanned 200 square meters and there was also the five star restaurant equipped kitchen and private dinning room that
 catered for a couple dozen guests through large doors at the rear of the room.  The stairs rose up through a large circular opening in the roof and was surrounded by a 360 degree mezzanine floor with 12 doors that lead to luxurious suites.  These were used by members of the Group and Corporate guests to enjoy the offerings that were made available to them, depending on their preferences or importance.  The mezzanine floor was dimly lit with oak panelled walls and a massive domed and rounded painted glass skylight that gave the upstairs an ethereal orange glow.

Harry had been here many times before, but usually he was relegated to menial work and offered only the less desirable boys that the others had no use for.  He'd endured years of having to make do with the boys of lesser managers, those that hadn't had the significance to warrant careful donor selection and thus were either at best, plain looking or simply undesirable to most of the men in the Group.

How the fuck am I supposed to respect Kieran, my fucking boss, if he can't even get his own bloody son to cooperate?  These thoughts went through Harry's head as they reached the foot of the stairs and Zane went up first, facing forward with his hands behind his back holding onto the bag.  Lord have mercy!  Kieran, you fucking… fucking… FUCK!  Harry stared at Zane's ass just a meter in front of him with is hands squashed up against his butt as he struggled up the stairs.  Alex followed close behind and smirked at Harry, seeing exactly where he was looking.

"Join the queue Sir."  Alex said and Harry's head shot around to look at him as a fleeting expression of anger crossed his face.  Although the boys were very open about what they did with the men and that it wasn't uncommon to see one or two of them being led to a bedroom at any time of the day, they were still expected to show respect and courtesy towards any member of the Group.

"Sorry Sir."  Alex blushed as they reached the top and headed down the hallway.  "I just meant that a lot of other men look at Zane the way you just did."

"I've got ears you know Alex!"  Zane looked over his shoulder at his brother with a smile on his face.  "Just because you're such a star doesn't mean I have to be."  Zane glanced awkwardly at Harry before continuing.  "Dad says it's my choice."

"Yeah?"  Alex shot back.  "Why do you think Dad keeps bringing you here then huh?  You think he just likes having you around?  He wants your ass more than anyone here!"

"Boys!"  Harry scolded.  "Stop it please.  I'm sure that's not true about your Dad."

Off course it's fucking well true you little shits!  Him and every other guy here would love to ride his ass, and here he is proud that he's not letting us?  Does he think that makes him a fucking little angle?  He's nothing but a fucking tease!

Both boys stopped talking as instructed but gave each other withering looks that could have killed.  They walked the few meters around the mezzanine floor to the room in silence and stepped inside, closing the door behind them.  Having done this a thousand times before, the boys immediately went to work unpacking the bags, hanging up clothes in the wardrobe, toiletries in the bathroom, sex toys in the drawers and the computer on the desk.  As Alex would be spending the night with this guest it was his responsibility to ensure that his every desire or whim was taken care of.  It also meant that he had to prepare his room for him which included unpacking his bags.  Since Zane didn't have a guest assigned to him, Alex made him help with his.

The two boys shared many of the same looks but it was plain to see that while they had the same father, they were obviously born from different mothers.  Alex was a little darker in complexion and his hair was straight rather than the wavy curls that Zane had.  His face was also thinner and his eyes were a dark brown that matched his hair.  Harry watched the two boys zoom around the room as he sat on the end of the bed, pondering what would be happening in this room later in the night and whether he'd be offered any of the boys tonight like a bone thrown from the table to a begging dog.

Probably not.  He thought.  Like all the other times, he did the work in the background while others got to feast on the tender bodies of the boys.  Not for the first time, Harry didn't feel like spending the night alone even if it meant spending a couple hours with a boy he knew he couldn't have.

As the boys moved around the room in silence, Harry asked questions here and there about what they did during the day, what classes they took at school and which ones they liked the most.

"And what about you Zane?"  He asked.  "What do you do when your friends are… busy?"

"Mostly I just hang out."

"Where?"  There weren't many places a boy could just hang out at the cottage without the men around to watch him.

"Usually outside.  There's a few places in the woods I go to sometimes and there's a fort Alex and I built."

God, to get him alone in the woods.  I'd love to tie the little fucker up by the arms and legs to a couple trees and then see how long it takes before he starts begging me to stop.  Or to start enjoying it.  Wouldn't that be fucking priceless!

Harry kept his face passive as those thoughts swam through his mind not wanting to scare the boy off.  He wanted to have the kid trust him enough to want to spend more time with him without fear of what Harry might do.  Hell, it even seemed to be working.  Zane smiled a lot as he talked and came closer to Harry each time he passed by.

"What about at night?  You can't go off wondering in the woods at night by yourself."

"Maybe he should."  Alex interjected.  "You need a good fucking Zane."  Alex shot a hand up to his mouth and stopped in his tracks, looking at Harry.

"Sorry Sir.  That just came out." Alex apologised.

"That's okay, it happens to me too sometimes but I'm not the one you should be apologising to."  Harry nodded his head towards Zane.

"Sorry Zane."  Alex said in a tone that clearly meant he wasn't.

"I'm not helping anymore." Zane told his brother and sat down on the bed beside Harry.

The sudden turn of events caught Harry off guard and his heart started to pound in his chest, his cock twitched and he could feel his hands begin to shake again as Zane's tiny little shoulders actually touched his arm and his leg brushed up against Harry's.  He immediately felt the warm little body beside him and could smell the unmistakable aroma of an active and lively preteen boy full of energy and, whether he knew it or not, a sex appeal like nothing Harry had ever known before.

Keep calm.  Keep calm Harry.  Don't do anything to spoil this now you fucking idiot.

"Good for you Zane."  Harry said as he gently stretched an arm around Zane shoulders.  Zane flinched and pulled away and looked around at Harry. Shit!  God damn it.  Mother fucking little shit won't even let me touch him.

Harry pulled his arm away slightly.  "Sorry."  God, now I'm fucking apologising to the little shit.

"See what I mean?" Alex said.  "Won't let anyone touch him he's so scared."

"Am not!" Zane said in a small voice, clearly hurt by the comment.  He did however carefully move back and leaned into Harry slightly to prove his point.  Harry was so thankful to Alex for unwittingly providing the excuse Harry needed to have Zane so close and to at long last be touching him for real and not just in his dreams.

"You're shaking."  Zane said as he looked up at Harry.

Oh, fuck me.  Of course I'm shaking boy!  He really doesn't have a clue does he?

"Yeah I am."  Harry answered.

"Why?"

"Because he likes you, you retard." Alex said as he finished closing all the drawers and wardrobe door.  "Why do you think?"

Thanks a lot Alex.

Expecting Zane to pull away from him, Harry moved his arm back and brushed his hand across the boy's shoulders to the back of his neck.  Should I tell him the truth or try and deny it?  Fuck, he won't believe me if I said I didn't.  Looking over at Alex, Harry knew that he'd contradict him anyway.

"Yeah I do." Harry answered.  "I think you're probably the best looking and sexiest boy I've ever seen.  Are you okay with that?"

"I dunno." Zane said as he giggled and shrugged his shoulders.  Harry noted that he hadn't moved away or even tried to shake off his hand from his neck.  "You think I'm sexy?"

"A lot of the men here do."  Harry replied honestly.  "But they respect your father and they leave you alone."

"Like you do?" He asked.

"Kinda.  I'm a little different."

Zane gave him an odd look and scrunched up his face.  "How?"

"Wanna answer that Alex?" Harry asked the older boy.

Alex looked surprised to be asked and hesitated for a moment.  "You're sure?" He asked.

"Yeah, go ahead."

"Well, I don't really know for sure.  But I think you work for our Dad so that means you don't get invited to all the parties they have.  And you don't have a kid of your own so you don't have anything to share with them either." That was about the extent of his knowledge and Alex looked at Harry to continue.

"That's about the jist of it, yeah." Harry finished off.  "Because of that I can't just choose any of you I want.  I have to be offered one of you by your father, or have one of you offer yourselves to me; otherwise I'd be kicked out of the Group."

"So you don't have sex with boys?" Zane asked in confusion.

Harry couldn't contain a smile at his innocence.  "Yeah I do, but not very often.  I've only been with couple of your friends but not the ones like you.  Not the favourites."  Not the ones like Alex.  Held up on their fucking pedestals so your father can lord it over people like me.  You have no idea how your precious father uses you to get what he wants in the company and only lets those that can help him have you.  Fuck, he must be so pissed about Zane.  Hope he fucking chokes on it the bastard!

"What do you mean?" Zane asked.  Harry was vividly aware that he still had his hand on Zane's shoulder and neck and had started to gently rub his thumb up and down over his exposed skin and under the curls of his hair.

"About how the men think of Alex and some of your friends?" Harry asked.  When Zane nodded, Harry continued.  "Well, how many boys do you know from where your Dad works?"

Again Zane shrugged before answering.  "I dunno.  About 25 I think"

"Close.  There's actually 28.  How many of those come here most often or to the other places the company owns, like in the city?  Or which ones stay at your place with you and your Dad?"

"Not many.  Rory comes over to our house a lot."  Zane answered still not getting the point.

That little shit Rory.  His father's the worst of the fucking lot of 'em.  He stole the fucking job I should have got and now look at him.  Marcus is off enjoying himself on vacation while I have to make sure everything here is fucking perfect - like I'm a fucking maid!

"Yes, like Rory."  Harry said with barely suppressed loathing.  "Your Dad really likes him and Marcus is someone he considers important.  Which is why he's allowed to have sex with Alex."

"And you're not?" Zane looked between his brother and Harry.  "Why?"

"Jezz, Zane." Alex said.  "Those are just the rules.  Stop being such a dick!"

"It's not my fault if nobody tells me anything!" Zane shot back and crossed his arms over his chest.

"No, it's not." Harry answered cutting Alex off before he could say anything more.  The last thing he wanted right now was for Zane to get upset and leave, not when he had him sitting so still next to him and letting him stroke his shoulders and neck.

"But what I'm trying to get at is that there are only a few boys like your brother that are considered to be favourites.  The one's you see most often here with important guests.  You would be one of them too if you joined in.  I know that'd make your Dad very happy."

 "Yeah Zane.  It feels so good and we'd have so much fun!" Alex chimed in from the floor where he'd sat down with his legs crossed.

That's it you little cocksucker.  Play right into my fucking hand and convince him to give it up.

Zane seemed to think about it for a moment before another thought occurred to him.  "Do you want to have sex with Alex?  He could offer couldn't he?" Zane asked, finally working out the rules and realising Alex hadn't suggested it yet.

Oh God.  Don't look too fucking eager!  Harry glanced at Alex on the floor and smiled as if to say 'Up to you'.  In reality, his heart had simply stopped and he struggled not to swallow since his mouth had suddenly gone as dry as the Sahara desert.  Don't you fucking say no you little shit.  I'll fucking ram my fist into your God damn nose and then we'll see how much people want you!

"I guess."  Alex replied and shrugged his shoulders as if it was nothing.

You guess?  YOU FUCKING GUESS?  At least try to show a little excitement you little fucking slut!

"I'd like that very much Alex, but you have to be sure it's what you want."  Harry said allowing a touch of sarcasm and irritation show in his voice.  "I wouldn't want you doing anything you didn't want to do."

Come on…  Come on, take the fucking bait already!  If I can't have Zane then you'll do nicely as a substitute.  I'll just be thinking of Zane when I fuck you!

"No.  I do." Alex said hurriedly.  "I don't mind…  I mean, I'd like to."

"Should I go?" Zane asked seeing that his suggestion had just been agreed to and unsure whether they'd do it right now.

"We can't do it in here." Alex said.  "He arrives soon and we won't have time to clean it up again.  We should go to your room Sir."  Alex turned to his younger brother who had stood up, with Harry's hand falling away from him.

"You can come too if you want Zaney!" Alex taunted trying to egg him into it knowing full well he wouldn't.  "You could learn a thing or two and you could be our slave!"

Was this actually happening?  One of the favourites offering himself to me and now trying to get Zane to join us?  Fuck me!  Please say yes…  Please…  Crap, I'll probably come in seconds inside this kid.  Fuck it!  I'll just have to do him a couple times.

There was a hesitation for a second in which Harry thought he was going to agree, but like a lead weight dropping to the bottom of his heart he saw his lips forming and his head shake from side to side.

"Nah.  I'll just go finishes up outside."

God damn it!  Who the fuck do you think you're saving it for?  It's not fucking natural in a place like this!  If I was your father I'd have done a hell of a fucking better job than Kieran did and made damn sure you weren't anything but a fucking tease!

"Suit yourself little bro."  Alex sighed as he stood up and headed for the door.  "You coming?"  He asked Harry with a sexy and luring smile on his face.  Harry was still sat on the bed staring at him in shock but soon came to his senses and followed Zane and Alex out the door, but no sooner had shut it behind him, he heard the familiar voice of the boy's father as he came up the stairs.

"Alex, there you are.  Have you two finished in there?" He asked in a gruff tone as he came up the stairs before noticing Harry.  "Oh, Harry.  What were you doing in there?"

"Ah… I was…  Just helping out Sir." He stammered.

Fuck it.  Don't sound so pathetic you moron!  I've as much right to be in there with them as anyone else!

Kieran paused for a few seconds and stared at Harry as though he were trying to read his mind.  Coming to the obvious conclusion that Harry had somehow managed to convince Alex to offer himself to him, he decided to ignore it and looked back at Alex.

"I need you downstairs.  Your guest is arriving soon and he has very precise instructions that we need to get you ready for."  Kieran said and turned his attention to Zane.  "I think Joyce could use your help in the kitchen."

"But Dad," Alex pleaded.  "I was just going to Mr. Kiethmore's room for a bit.  I said we could…  You know."

Harry didn't know what to say or do.  He was stuck between Kieran's glaring look and Alex, just a few tantalising feet away from his room feeling like he'd just been caught stealing the family jewels.

For the briefest of moments, a flash of anger swept across Kieran's face before he composed himself and pointed a finger back down the stairs, indicating for Zane to go.  As Zane turned to leave, Kieran seemed to change his mind and held up his hand for him to stay.

Facing his oldest son again, Kieran chastised the boy.  "You should have talked to me about that before offering something you're not in a position to give away today Alex."  Kieran said in a cool, measured voice.

"Sorry Dad." Alex said in a sheepish tone.

"That's okay son.  I'm not angry at you, you were only trying to do the right thing and be nice to Mr. Keithmore.  But you have to remember your responsibilities."

Kieran's eyes darted to Harry.  "But you, you know better than to try and elicit offers from boys above your reach."

Harry was so shocked at the accusation he actually took a step back.  What the fuck?  You pompous stuck up bastard!  Why is it so fucking inconceivable he'd offer himself without me having to try and force it out of the little brat?  Although Harry was outraged at Kieran's assumption, he knew better than to lose his temper otherwise he wouldn't even get the scraps thrown to him now and then.

"Sir, it wasn't like that.  I was just helping the boys with the bags and we just got to talking is all.  I didn't plan this."

"Sure." Kieran replied, not believing a word of it.  He was, however, pleased that Harry had taken such a bold step but he refused to show it.  Maybe Harry wasn't such a lost cause after all.

"However it started, it's done now and I can't stop you from accepting Alex's generous offer.  But right now he has to get ready, and then he's due to meet with our guest who's worth a hell of a lot of money to this company.  You understand me Harry?"

"Of course Sir.'  Fucking prick won't even let me have half an hour with his kid.  Now he's making me wait on purpose just because he thinks I'm beneath him.  Asshole!

"Good man.  Now, I need you to do something for me.  I know it's not your responsibility but everyone else is busy here.  Can I count on you Harry?"

"Of course Sir."  Harry replied again knowing that he was about to get some menial task to complete.  Now what?

"Marcus is arriving tonight with a new recruit and a couple new boys that may join us.  He could be important to us, but not because of what he's worth so I'd like to be able to convince him to join us.  I had planned on Alex's suitor staying here, but with Marcus bringing three other people there isn't enough room, so I figured I'd let our guest take Alex to the Lake House tonight and Marcus's friends can stay here.  I need you to go out there and get the place ready.  Can you do that for me?"

"Yes Sir." Harry said dejectedly and turned to leave.

"Harry," Kieran called after him.  "You might need a hand so why don't you take Zane with you to keep you company?"

Harry stood there for a second confused, before he realised what Kieran was doing.  You fucking asshole.  You take away the boy I could have had, just to replace him with one you know I can't?  You're a mean son of a bitch Kieran!

In reality, Kieran had just witnessed something he'd thought was near on impossible.  His son, Zane, had shown a liking for Harry and was coming out of that room and it looked like he was following Alex and Harry to do God knows what.  Although he couldn't be sure, he was positive he'd seen the front of Zane's sweatpants tented outwards slightly and that his son was at least a little interested in Harry and what he was about to do with Alex.  That alone warranted a little leniency in allowing him to go with Harry to the Lake House.  Just in case.

"Thank you Sir."  Harry replied and headed down the stairs with Zane following close behind.


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Ten minutes later, both Harry and Zane were dumping a bag into the trunk of a brand new jet black 2009 BMW M5 convertible and then jumped inside.  The top was down since it was proving to be such a glorious day and they both wore designer Dolce and Gabbana sunglasses to match the car they were driving.  To any casual observer they looked like a wealthy father with his son out enjoying the sunny morning air and taking a leisurely dive.  The only thing that marred the experience was Harry's mood and the fact that he was going to have to endure the next few hours not being able to do with Zane what he most wanted.  To top it off, he could have been doing exactly that right now with Alex had it not been for the boys stuck up father.

Kieran had denied him his oldest son, so in his mind Harry planned to seek his revenge on the company's CFO by taking the one thing he couldn't have for himself.  Zane.  He'd worked himself up into such a stew in the ten minutes it took him to get the accessories he needed, knowing that others would be enjoying the benefits the company provided while he'd be left to sit in his room alone.  Well, fuck that!  I don't care anymore if they throw me the hell out.  It's not like I get anything in fucking return!  What's the fucking point of belonging to a boy lover's secret group if you DON'T GET TO FUCK the God damn boys!

Seeing Zane seated beside him in the car, Harry knew that he probably wouldn't force the boy into anything he didn't want to do.  Fuck, he dearly wanted to though.  Forcing him and raping his ass was just about the biggest turn-on Harry could imagine.  However, after a few seconds his mood evaporated and he began to enjoy the anticipation of at least getting to spend some time with the boy.  And who knew, maybe he could convince Zane to offer himself.  A sense of peace and calm descended over him and all thoughts of Kieran and Alex were forgotten in seconds as he concentrated on Zane.

Pulling the car around in a wide arc, Harry pointed the nose down the wide pebbled driveway and headed away from the cottage.  While it was only a short trip by car, a few minutes at most, they would still be on the company's property the entire way.  It owned at least 200 acres of wooded forest around a lake large enough that the horizon hid the far side.  It was a popular tourist destination but the corporation had purchased the land years ago for much less than the property was worth now.  Within a few seconds of leaving the cottage the lake came into view and the deep blue waters sparkled with reflected light and the odd yacht plied its way through the water.  Harry remembered coming here as a kid and the family vacations to various camp grounds.  It was a long way from the accommodation he now had, the car he drove and the boy that was sat beside him.

Looking over at Zane, Harry noticed that his seatbelt was still hanging loosely by his shoulder so he reached over the boy and grabbed hold of it and pulled it around his body, purposefully stroking his chest with the back of his hand as he did so and noting that this time, Zane didn't automatically flinch away.

At first, they drove in silence with Harry searching in vein for something to talk about, anything to just hear Zane speak and that this wasn't just a vividly realistic dream.  Just as Harry was about to open his mouth and ask about school, Zane piped up and broke the uneasy silence between them.

"Do you like soccer?" He asked.

"Sure."  Harry said looking down at Zane.  God he's gorgeous!  Even in those sweatpants he still looks fucking sexy!  He couldn't help but let his eyes wonder down his legs to his bare feet under the dash.  "I like all sorts of sports, but I'll watch any with young boys like you playing.  I take it you play?"

"Yeah, I'm on my school team and I'm pretty good too.  I was supposed to be playing today but I had to come here instead." Zane said with more than a little remorse.

"You don't like it here?" Harry asked.

"Nah, it's okay.  Its nice I guess but I like playing soccer more."

"I bet you look good in your uniform."  The image of little Zane in a soccer uniform stirred his desires and he felt his cock grow in his trousers.

Zane flushed red at the comment and absently picked at the dirt on his polo.  "It's just a uniform."

Without even thinking about what came out his mouth, Harry followed his train of thought.  "You'd look even better naked though huh?"

Zane giggled, looking up at Harry with his green eyes and long lashes.  He always found any mention of nakedness or dirty words to be funny, an unconscious way to cover up his shyness and mixed feelings about what he knew his brother and friends did with the older men at the Group.  There were two very real reasons why Zane hadn't wanted to have sex with the men, or any of the boys for that matter.  One was the fear of the unknown and pain that some of the others had talked about, and the other was the fact that he thought his diddle was smaller than the other boy's ones, a fact he was fiercely embarrassed about.  He was naturally shy and given that his friends had no inhibitions about being naked in front of him, he'd seen his fair share of boys his own age completely buck naked and judged himself to be less well endowed than they were.  Rather naively, he assumed that all men and boys preferred bigger cocks than smaller ones like his.

"Is it alright that I think you'd look good naked?" Harry asked after a few seconds of silence when Zane hadn't replied.  "You don't mind that do you?"

Zane shrugged his shoulders.  "I dunno.  I guess its okay.  You'd probably like the other boys better than me though."

"Why do you say that?  I think you're probably the best looking boy I know.  Even better than Alex."  Harry had to concentrate on driving and staying on the narrow road as they drove through the wooded countryside.  Views of the lake flashed past between the trees and Harry decelerated a bit to make the journey last just a little bit longer and he took quick glances at Zane every few seconds.

"You do? Why?" Zane asked.  He couldn't fathom why anyone would think he was better looking than any of the other boys.

"I just do.  Everyone has a different idea about what looks good, and I just think you're absolutely stunning.  If we all liked the same thing then the world would be a very boring place don't you think?"

"You mean like some people like soccer and others like baseball?"  Zane said, trying to fit what Harry had said into something he knew about.

"Exactly."  Harry replied.  "Do you mind if I ask you a personal question Zane?" He asked.

Zane simply shrugged his shoulders again and nodded his head.  That was a good sign Harry knew.  I'm going to have you by the day's end you little tease!  You'll be moaning like a fucking whore and I'll be in heaven enjoying the body your Daddy could never have.

"I was just thinking about why a boy like you doesn't join in with the others.  It's a lot of fun and feels really good.  I guess I just don't understand why you don't want to."

Zane hesitated before answering, not wanting to tell Harry the real reason.  He could recall only scrambled images but they were enough for him to remember his father touching him and sucking his cock.  He had enjoyed it and it wasn't until he'd seen his brother and the other boys that he'd become aware of the fact that his own diddle was much smaller than theirs.  He'd become embarrassed as he got a little older and had started to not want his father seeing him naked anymore and pulled away from his Dad when he'd tried to go down on him.  Again and again he'd pushed his fathers hand way when he'd felt him over his crotch and tried to slip a hand underneath and rub him down there.  Eventually his Dad had stopped after Zane had told him he didn't want to anymore, and he'd never laid a hand on him in the same way again.  So Zane did the only thing he could think of to cover the truth up; he lied.

"Alex doesn't let me." Zane said without looking at Harry.  As soon as he had said it, Zane knew it was the wrong lie to have chosen.  He knew that Alex wanted to do the things he did with the other boys with Zane.  It was plainly obvious in the sexual hints and suggestions and that he'd occasionally hold him down and run his hand over Zane's growing cock.  Zane actually loved the sensation and wished for more, but his feelings of embarrassment were too strong for him to let it go any further.  Alex too had given up trying when Zane had been so close to giving in and letting him do whatever he liked with him.  But Alex could never have known that and now Zane was so used to no one trying that he no longer wished for it anymore.  Of course he still touched himself in private and did other things as well, but it was never like the memories he had when his father had sucked him.  It felt good to make himself hard but he had never given himself an
 orgasm or got the really good feelings like Alex and his father told him about so Zane didn't know what he was missing out on.

Harry took a sideways glance at Zane beside him and raised his eyebrows in mock surprise knowing that wasn't the truth.  "Oh really?  Didn't seem that way to me.  I thought he was kinda keen on the idea of having sex with you."

Another thought sprung up in his mind.  "So, does that mean you want to?"

As Zane shrugged his thin shoulders and gave a non committal "I dunno." Harry watched as the wind caught his collar and blew the V neck open to reveal his slender throat and upper chest.  His yearning for the sexy eight year old boy grew as he starred transfixed by the sight.

Without even thinking about it, Harry took his hand from the steering wheel and laid it on Zane's leg, stroking it gently with his thumb and running his fingers back and forth up his inner thigh.

"You know, I'd really like for us to do what the others do.  I really like you."  Harry said knowing that the line sounded like a feeble attempt at convincing the kid to give up what had long been denied countless others.

His answer was Zane pushing his hand away.  Harry let it go, but he fumed inside.  Fuck you, you little tease!  That was the moment that Harry made up his mind.  He was going to have this little God damned sexy fuck even if it meant raping the living day lights out of him.  Who the fuck cared if he got thrown out of the Group?  He was going to have his pound of flesh, and mother fucker, what a pound it'll be!

The rest of the drive lasted only another couple of minutes and those were spent in silence as they pulled up outside the lake house and Harry killed the engine.  The lake house was a simple log cabin in comparison to the cottage, but it was still larger and better appointed than most other lakefront houses in the area.  The back opened up onto a huge patio and manicured lawn that stretched down to the lake with a small pier and a sleek wooden Wayfarer sailboat of sixteen feet, emblazoned with a bright yellow hull moored alongside.

Harry popped the trunk and extracted himself out of the car.  He was a good 5 feet 11 inches tall so he had to heft himself up from the driver's seat and walk back around to the rear of the car.  Zane followed suit and waited beside him expecting to help with the bags.  Although Harry knew Zane was small for his age, this was the first time he'd actually stood beside the kid and measured him against himself.  Hot damn, he's so small!  The top of Zane's head barely reached Harry's chest and he grew even more excited about being alone with the boy for at least the next few hours.  He drank in his beauty for a second, from the brown wavy curls of his hair to his smooth neckline and thin creamy white arms.

"It's okay matey, I've got these.  You can go unlock the door though."  Harry chucked the keys across to Zane who caught them deftly and ran on ahead with Harry watching his fuckable bubble shaped ass as he went.  His heart beat faster in his chest as Harry pondered whether to grab the boy as soon as they stepped into the house or if he should wait and try to convince the little fucker to give it up for him.  In the end, Zane didn't wait to find out.  He went straight to the back door and shot out onto the patio and down to the little pier beside the Wayfarer.  Harry took his time in following the lad out, stopping to unload the bag of its contents onto the bench top, paying special attention to the handcuffs and tube of lubricant, making sure they would be in easy reach of the door when they came back inside.  A plan was forming in Harry's mind that he would put into action as soon as he could get Zane back inside the house.

When Harry made his way out to the pier, Zane was crouched down on the wooden piles with his ass stuck up in the air peering into the cockpit of the small craft.  The sound of Harry's footsteps on the weathered planks made Zane look up at him with an excited expression spread across his face.

"Do you know how to sail it?" he asked.

"Wish I did matey.  I'd love to be able to take you out in it." Harry said.  Zane's face melted into disappointment as he once again looked back at the small craft.

"How about a swim instead?" Harry offered.  "It's kinda hot and the water looks so good today."

Without waiting for an answer, Harry pulled his shirt up and over his head exposing his slim and muscled torso.  He had a light covering of salt and pepper hair over his chest and a distinctive trail of hair that ran down his navel and disappeared beneath his trousers.  After kicking off his shoes and noting that Zane was now watching him, he unzipped and pulled his trousers down and stepped out of them.  Although his thoughts had been focused on Zane and the possibilities that lay ahead, he was at the moment fairly soft so he didn't have a noticeable bulge at the front of his boxers.  Not that it would have made a difference to Harry who pulled them down as well, revealing his man sized cock and balls to the boy.

Harry looked over the water as the gentle waves lapped at the stony beach at the foot of the garden.  The lake appeared clam, broken by a sprinkling of whitecaps kicked up by the light breeze.  He stood there, completely naked for a long moment, letting Zane take a good look at his slightly hard circumcised soft four inch cock.  Finally, he turned and dived into the crystal clear water and surfaced head first a few moments later and turned around to face Zane still on the pier.

"You coming in or what?" he asked.

"I… I didn't bring my swimmers." Zane stammered.

"So?  You can swim naked." Harry suggested, hoping beyond his dreams that he would.  Once again, at the mention of nakedness, Zane blushed and giggled a little.

"I don't know if I should." He said, standing up and looking down at Harry in the water.  "Is it warm?"

"It's great.  Come on.  Get undressed and come in." Harry said jerking his head towards the water.

Zane seemed to make up his mind and started to pull his sweatpants down around his ankles.  As was normal for Zane, he didn't have any shoes or socks on so it took no time for him to shuck them off and leave them in a pile on the pier.  Harry's eyes wandered down his smooth thighs and curvy legs, somewhat annoyed that Zane's polo shirt still covered the best part of all.  But he'd see that soon enough.

"Turn around." Zane said.

"What?" Harry asked surprised.

"Turn around!  I don't want you to watch."

What the fuck!  You gotta be fucking kidding me!  You're not even going to let me get a small look at your sexy fucking body are you, you little shit!  Alex was right, you really could do with a good fuck!

"Sure." Harry said forcing a smile to cover up his real thoughts and turned around.  A few seconds later he heard Zane take a running jump and splash into the water a few metes away causing a rain of water to land all around him.  He turned around to see Zane surface and knuckle the water from his eyes and waving his arms around to keep afloat.

"Good isn't it?" Harry said as he paddled closer to Zane.  His hair was plastered down over his forehead and partially covered his eyes, but Harry was looking a little further down at his sleek and tender throat and thin shoulders above the waterline.  The rest of Zane's body was wavering under the water with a gracefulness that confirmed he was no stranger to swimming and looking closer, Harry realised with a deep disappointment that Zane had kept his boxers on.  He could make out the unmistakable shimmering of bright orange below his flat stomach and he cursed the brat under his breath for the umpteenth time that day.

For the next few minutes, they swam back and forth and splashed each other in playful antics like father and son, never once getting close enough to touch before Harry headed off further into the lake hoping that Zane would follow.  He did, and Harry kept going.  Further and further he swam with Zane close behind until he stopped and looked back at the house and pier, judging it to be far enough away that Zane wouldn't be able to make it back on his own.  Zane was only a few meters away and he waited until the boy caught up and stopped, treading water as he panted with the effort of getting this far out.

Harry knew it was irresponsible of him, but he was confident in his own abilities to get them both back to shore without any problems.

"You think you can make it back?" he asked.

Zane looked around and gasped at the distance.  "Um, I don't think so." He said with a hint of fear etched in his voice.

"Don't worry mate.  Go as far as you can and if you get tired, just jump on my back." Harry said in a nonchalant tone, as if it was perfectly normal for him to do such a thing.  In truth, Harry had yet to make even the briefest of contact with him other than a hand on his shoulder back in the room and this was probably the best chance he'd ever get.

"You go first so I can see if you stop." Harry told Zane.  So I can get a better look at your ass, Harry thought in silence.

Zane kicked off in a splash of water as his legs worked to propel him forward and Harry followed close behind keeping his eyes glued on Zane's back and bubble butt lifting in and out of the water as he swam.  It wasn't long before Zane tired and his strokes became more and more laboured and uncoordinated until he stopped and flapped his arms trying to stay above the water.  A few moments later, Harry grabbed him under his arms and held him up.  The wait had been worth every second.  Every sense of his being was concentrated on the feel of Zane's heaving chest as he held him close and felt the beating of his heart and the rise and fall of his chest.

"You okay buddy?" Harry asked between breaths.

"Yeah."  Zane panted.  "I can do it…  just need to stop… for a bit."  Even though Harry didn't know Zane that well, it was the sort of answer he would have expected from him; so independent and confident of his own abilities.

"No need to drown yourself just to prove to me you can." Harry said.  "Get on."  He let go of him and swung him around to his back and Zane's legs circled his waist and he hung on around Harry's neck with his arms.

Zane rested his cheek against Harry's shoulder as he set off for the pier and caught his breath, realising that he could trust his new friend and relaxed his body onto his back.  God this is fucking fantastic!  Harry thought as he felt Zane's heartbeat on his back slow and his breathing become more regular.  He pulled them through the water with an easy breaststroke and kicked with his legs as they advanced toward the pier.  As they got closer, Harry stretched one arm around and grabbed Zane's leg, sliding his hand up until he had one glorious butt cheek in his palm with his fingers squeezing him between the crack of his ass.

As they approached the pier, Harry kept shifting Zane's weight on his back and moving his hand around Zane's round ass and pressing his fingers ever closer to the entrance of his tight little hole.  It all came to an end far too soon when they reached the metal ladder and Zane jumped off to climb up with his nearly naked body emerging out of the water.  Harry was right below him looking up at the ass he wanted to fuck so badly.  The only consolation was the fact that Zane's boxers clung to his butt so tightly that it showed off every curve and crevasse in vivid detail.  Harry was on the ladder and just about to the top when Zane stepped up onto the pier and turned around, his entire body on display for Harry to gawk at.  Apart from his thin and sexy shoulders and chest, his flat stomach and tapered waist curved down to his hips and boxers that clung to his crotch.  It was the most amazing sight Harry had ever seen.  Zane's cock and balls were so
 small they hardly even made an impression in his wet boxers, but they wrapped around his teeny package and showed off the hidden treasures beneath.

Unable to stop it, Harry's cock began to grow as he pulled himself up and stood on the pier looking down at the boy he knew he no longer had the willpower to resist.  He was going to fuck Zane, against his will if he had to.  Not wanting to scare him off before he got him into the house, Harry bent over and pulled on his trousers and buttoned them up as Zane did the same, pulling his over the top of his wet boxers.

"My arms and legs feel like jelly."  Zane said.  "I'm so tired."

"I'm not surprised matey.  You swam a long way."  Good, you little fucker.  You won't fight so hard when I get you inside then!

Neither of them bothered with pulling their shirts on.  Instead, they carried them in their arms and Harry scooped up his boxers since he hadn't put those back on either.  He led Zane off the pier towards the house with a hand on his naked shoulder and this time, Zane didn't push it away.  This is what it's supposed to be like.  I shouldn't have to force you into it!  Too late now though, your Daddy made sure of that!

This was it.  He was going to do this.  As soon as they got inside he was going to grab him, take the handcuff from the table and cuff him around the pole.  Just a few more meters, maybe 20 seconds.  God, can I do this?  Harry forced thoughts of doubt out of his mind as they got closer and closer to the door.  10 meters… 5…

"How long is it going to take to get set up inside?" Zane asked without a clue as to what was about to happen.

Harry swallowed hard with only a couple meters to go.  "Not long."

They reached the door and Harry held it open for Zane to go in first without taking his hand off his shoulders and giving him a little push inside.

"Ouch!" Zane cried and turned to look at his wrist held tightly in Harry's hand in confusion.  Before he could react, Harry had grabbed his other hand and was pulling him forward toward one of three supporting poles in the centre of the large room, the one closest to a big three seater black leather couch.  Realising what Harry intended, Zane tried to plant his feet to stop himself, but he was going too fast and his feet were still wet from the lake.  All he managed to accomplish was to topple forward onto the floor where he was dragged the rest of the way by his arms.  Once Harry had him close enough, he deftly pulled Zane's arms around the thick pole and snapped the lose cuff to his free wrist, holding Zane as his prisoner and bound to the pole.

"What are you doing?" Zane cried in a hesitant tone, not sure yet whether Harry was just playing and fearful that he might not be.

"Shut the fuck up you little tease!" Harry shouted.  "What does it look like I'm doing?  I'm getting what I want for a change."

His heart was pounding in his chest as he looked down on the boy, his plaything for the next couple hours.  "Stand the fuck up!"

When Zane didn't move, Harry bent over and grabbed a fistful of his thick brown wavy hair and yanked him to his knees.  "I said stand the fuck up!"

Zane hesitantly pulled himself up and visibly shook, his body trembled as the realisation dawned on him that he was in deep trouble.

"Please don't" Zane begged and he tried to turn around to face Harry, but the pole was too thick for him to be able to pull his arms around it.

"Don't do what Zane?" Harry asked.  "Don't fuck you?  Is that what you mean?"

Zane nodded his head.  "Yes.  Please don't…"  His voice trailed off as he began to sob.  Harry moved closer and pushed his crotch up against Zane's ass and lent in over his shoulder with his hands circling around to the boy's naked chest and down to his waist.  He pulled Zane back and ground his hard cock into the cleft between his ass cheeks and slid one hand down to grope at his tiny little cock and balls.  Fuck he's so God damned small!  Harry's four fingers easily encircled his whole package and he rubbed up and down with his hand over his sweatpants and wet boxers.

"Too bad Zaney," Harry whispered into his ear using the name Alex had called him earlier.  "Because that's exactly what I'm going to do.  I'm going to fuck your tight virgin ass over and over again and you're going to fucking enjoy it!"


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