R. Preston

Bobby

AKA Loving Bobby

Chapter 1

The next day I drove the few blocks to the house and was met at the gate by the security contractor. He handed me a remote control and beamed proudly as I pushed the button. The ten foot [3 m] high gate slid back effortlessly into a pocket in the wall and I drove my old pickup up the driveway looking back to see the gate sliding closed behind me. Pushing another button one of the three new garage doors opened and I pulled my rusting hulk into the bay, hoping that it wouldn't leak too much on the new floor. The garage door was just closing as I slammed the old truck door, something that was required to have it close lately, and watched as a chunk of rust fell off and shattered as it hit the floor. 'Just a few more weeks, girl,' I thought as I walked around the front of the truck and headed for the door that led into the house.

As I stepped through the door I was shocked to see the change since I'd last been there. The house was an early forties modern/futuristic style that had belonged to a long forgotten movie producer. The decorator and the contractor I had chosen had done a great job of maintaining the feel of the era with some new furniture and some of the original pieces.

The rest of the morning was spent meeting with the contractor and after inspecting the work, I gave him his final check and he went on his way, probably hoping never to see this place again.

After buzzing him out through the gate I slowly wandered around the house and for the first time it sank in that this was actually all mine. It was a huge two-story house with a full basement sitting on almost three acres [1.2 ha] of land, surrounded by a twelve-foot [3½ m] wall, on the fringes of the 'good side of town.' To the west were the homes of the rich and famous and to the east things quickly deteriorated into near slums.

I spent the afternoon exploring and eventually ended up in the basement games room. The room had been a screening room that I had modernized with a big screen TV and surround sound system replacing the old screen and projector. To the other end of the basement was a thirty-foot [10 m] square room that was one of my favorite parts of the house. I had found it by accident shortly after buying the house. While clearing out the basement I knocked over an old floor lamp and when it hit the paneled wall the long forgotten door swung open. I found the door was completely hidden until I pushed on the section of the paneling and it squeaked open.

I knew the squeak could easily be silenced with a few drops of oil but considering what was inside I liked the effect. The room had solid concrete walls, ceiling, and floor and heavy beams ran up the walls and across the ceiling. It was actually a completely separate room buried to the side of the house connected by an eight-foot [2½ m] passageway. The room had been converted into a dungeon, and I guessed that it had been the old producers version of a 'casting couch'.

I'd always been interested in S/M so I spent the next several weekends cleaning up the room and reviving or replacing all the leather accessories, turning it into my own secret world, (just in case I ever ended up dating one of those wild California girls that I'd heard go for that kind of thing), before disabling the power and calling in the contractors to renovate the rest of the house. After the final electrical inspection I spliced into the breaker panel to power my little dungeon and waited till the house was finished. I turned on the light switch and found the room was just as I'd left it almost two years earlier and I was certain that I it went undetected by all the workers.

Checking my watch I saw that it was time to go so I pushed the panel again and the door screeched shut becoming just another panel in the wall. I went upstairs and out to the garage and hopped into my old F150 for the three-block trip to another world.

"I'm sure not going to miss this place" I mumbled to myself as I pulled my truck up in front of the old three story walkup that had been home for the last two years. It was a dive but it was close to my new house, the apartments came furnished, and it was reasonably safe.

Well maybe I'll miss one part of it, I thought as I looked up and saw Bobby sitting on the front steps, looking down at his sneakers.

As I stepped from the truck and slammed the door he looked up and saw it was me. His face lit up as only an eleven-year olds can as he came running down the steps and jumped. The impact almost knocked me over as he slammed into my chest and wrapped his arms around my neck.

"Down Dino, down boy" I chuckled.

"Huh?" he said with a puzzled look on his face.

"Flintstones!" I said.

"Oh ya." he said as the smile came back to his face.

"What's up pal?" I asked as I gave him a hug and bent over till his feet touched the ground and he released my neck.

"Rent day!" he said as if that explained everything.

"Oh that's why you had the long face when I drove up."

"Yeah 3; mom was short again and the landlord yelled at her, and you know what that means."

"Bobby gets yelled at?" I asked.

"You guessed it." He said.

"You want to hide out in my place till she cools down some?" I asked.

"Thought you'd never ask!" was his only reply.

We stepped inside and started up the creaking staircase to my top floor room, being extra quiet as we passed the second floor so his mother wouldn't hear us and start into him again. I had just opened the door when I heard the landlord coming from the rear apartment.

"Just the guy I want to see." I said as I let Bobby into my room and shut the door behind him.

I took a couple steps down the hall and spoke to the landlord telling him that I was leaving at the end of the month.

"Damn!" he said, "You're the only one in the whole place that pays his rent on time and now you're leaving. Well I knew it was too good to last, let me know if you need a reference and where to send your deposit to."

"No I don't think I'll need a reference for a long time." I said, "And just put the deposit towards what Bobby's mother owes you."

"Glad to." he said, "I really feel sorry for that kid too. How such a bright kid can come from such a thick woman I'll never know."

"Well good luck" he said as he started down the hall shaking his head.

I stepped back to my room and opened the door to find Bobby standing there with a tear running down his cheek. When he saw me the floodgates really opened.

"You're going away?" He sobbed.

"'Afraid so kid." I said as I bent down to give him a hug.

"Why?" he asked as he stood there sobbing on my shoulder.

"I've got another place to live now," I said.

"'Nother apartment?"

"Yeah something like that." I told him.

His crying slowly diminished as I picked him up and sat him on the edge of the table. I never really thought about it before but the boy had become attached to me and I could tell by the lump burning in my throat that I had similar feelings for him.

I pulled up a chair and sat down in front of him. I could see the questions racing through his mind as he sat there looking at me through tear-swollen eyes.

"Will I ever see you again?" he asked.

Now it was my minds turn to race. When I moved in here it was only supposed to be a temporary place to live. I'd planned to keep my other house and my money secret and just disappear from here when the new house was done. I'd never even thought about anyone missing me until now.

I looked up and saw Bobby looking down at me, waiting for an answer.

I felt that I owed him the truth, but I stalled for time as I told him, "I didn't really think that you would care if you saw me again."

"Of course I care, you're the only grown up that I can talk to that doesn't treat me like a little kid!" and the floodgates opened again.

I leaned forward and put my arms around him and felt his head resting on my shoulder again. I really needed time to think this through but I felt really bad about how Bobby was feeling. I never had a clue that this would be so hard for him. Here comes that burning lump again.

I reached back and gently grasped his small biceps and slowly pulled his head off my shoulder and looking into his tear-streaked face said.

"OK kid, you win 3; but you have to promise me something."

"Anything," he said, "as long as I can come to visit you sometimes.

"This is really important Bobby, I want you to think really seriously about it and don't give me your answer until tomorrow morning, OK?"

"OK" he said with a serious yet puzzled look on his face.

"You have to promise me that you will never tell anyone where I'm moving to or anything else that you find out about me. This is Friday, if you think that you can keep that promise, see if your mom will let you help me move tomorrow and I'll show you my new place."

"Wow," he squealed with a relieved look on his face, "Is that all"

"Now that you're feeling a little better go wash your face, you don't want anyone thinking that you were crying do you."

"Hell no!" he said as he trotted off to the bathroom.

Bobby was back!

He stayed around for a while watching TV as I started to pack the few things that I planned to take with me. About 9:00 he decided he'd better go home to ask his mom if he could help me tomorrow. At the door he turned, jumped up, and gave me a big hug and whispered "thank you" in my ear. I returned his hug and set his feet back on the ground and as he walked out the door, I knew my secret would be safe with him.

Chapter 2

"Kinda early aren't ya?" I asked.

"I was scared you'd go without me" he replied.

"After last night there's no way I'd do that to you." I said, "What did your mom say?"

"She says I can help, but she'd really like it if you could keep me till tomorrow night, if you can."

I quickly thought of my schedule for the next couple of days, and decided there was nothing he would interfere with, so I said "Sure, why not."

I wrote down the phone number for the new house and he ran downstairs to tell his mother. While he was gone I finished dressing and packed my unneeded alarm clock into one of the boxes. By then I heard his footsteps coming down the hall and met him at the door with one of the smaller boxes for him to take to the truck.

After about half an hour we had all my personal effects loaded into the truck and we headed for a drive-through for some much needed breakfast. As we sat in the parking lot finishing our breakfast I asked him about his promise from the night before and he gave me the 'my lips are sealed' sign.

"Good enough for me," I said and off we went.

The old truck rattled down the remaining two blocks and creaked to a halt in front of the new gate. I unclipped the remote from the sun visor and handed it to the thoroughly confused eleven-year-old in the passenger seat.

"Push the green button." I told him, and when he did he was amazed as the huge gate slid out of the way.

"Did 3; did 3; I do that!" he asked, looking like he thought he was in trouble.

"You sure did kid," I said as I wheeled the truck through the gate.

"Wow," he said as he spun around in his seat.

I could see his big blue eyes staring back at the gate as it slid shut behind us.

"In fact you did such a good job on that one you can push the blue one now."

He spun back around in the seat and pushed the button looking around to see what would happen next. His jaw dropped as the garage door closest to the house started to go up.

"Did I?"

"Yup."

"Wow."

I pulled the truck into the garage and heard the door closing behind us.

"Wow."

We sat in the truck for a while as I tried to answer his flood of questions on everything from remote controls to single-family dwellings, both concepts being equally foreign to him. Finally he seemed to be getting the idea, so we got out of the truck and he followed me into the house. His eyes were darting around as I opened the door and told him to make himself at home.

"Wow really."

"Yes."

"You really own all of this."

"Yes."

"Wow 3; I can see why you made me promise not to tell anyone."

I left him alone for a minute and got my suitcase out of the truck, and on my return I said. "Come on upstairs, if you're spending the night you'll have to pick out a bedroom."

"Wow."

I went up to the master bedroom and put the suitcase on my bed.

"I'm going to have a shower, the other bedrooms are down there, take your pick."

"I have to pee, can I use the bathroom before you shower."

"There are four bathrooms on this floor alone you should be able to find one."

I waited for the 'wow' but it didn't come. Maybe he's finally getting used to this.

By the time I'd finished showering and dressing I heard a light tap on my door.

"Find one?" I asked.

"Yup," he said and taking me by the hand he marched me down the hall to the bedroom of his choice.

After seeing the room I finished unloading my truck as he explored the main floor. I was just putting the last of my clothes away when I realized that his mother hadn't sent any clothes for him. I heard him coming back upstairs. He stood at my doorway and looking at him I realized that the faded old shorts and tee shirt he had on were the only clothes I'd ever seen him wearing.

"Well does the place meet your approval? Do you still want to come and visit me sometimes?" I asked.

"Does it 3; Do I 3;," was his reply.

"Then we'd better go shopping for some clothes and other things you'll need when you come to visit."

We went downstairs and I called a cab. As we waited for the cab we made a list of what he would need and we managed to get his size from the worn labels on the clothes he had on.

The cabby let us off at one end of the mall and by the time we got to the other end he had everything on the list several times over. For some reason buying things for this boy, who'd had so few possessions all his life, made me feel really good! We struggled out the end door of the mall and carried our purchases across the parking lot to the car dealership next door. I spoke briefly to the salesman that I had been dealing with there and he went inside to get the keys for the new suv that I'd bought last week. He pulled it up to where we were waiting, helped us load our packages into the back, and we headed back home.

I handed Bobby the remote from my shirt pocket and we were soon pulling into the garage beside my old truck. Back in the house we cut the price tags from his new clothes and he went upstairs to put them away and get changed. I heard the shower running in his room; followed by his new hair dryer, and a few minutes later when he came back downstairs my knees almost gave out. For the first time I saw that this kid wasn't just cute, he was, to borrow his favorite word, WOW!

His skin that I'd always assumed was just dirty was actually very deeply tanned. His hair that had always looked dark brown, almost black, was really light brown almost blonde. He noticed me staring, smiled, and slowly spun around like a model. His 'rat tail' that was usually a narrow ropelike string had turned into something more like a mane that was light brown near his head and tapered to a blonde point more than half-way down his back. He completed his spin and stood looking up at me from under his long bangs with the bluest eyes I'd ever seen.

"You like?" he asked.

"Wow!"

"Hey, that's my line!" he protested.

"What have you done with my friend Bobby?"

He smiled and handed me one of his new tee shirts and said. "We missed the tag on this one."

I took the shirt from him and as I was cutting off the price tag he asked. "Do you really mean that?"

"Mean what?" I asked as I handed his shirt back to him.

"Am I really your friend?"

"You bet," I said and I knelt down and gave him a big hug. He hugged me back and we said his favorite word together, "Wow!"

He put his shirt on and asked. "What do you want to do now?"

"Well we did everything that I had to do this morning so lets go get some lunch and we'll do whatever you want this afternoon."

Bobby had to think about it for a while, being more used to being told what to do than choosing his own activities, but by the time we got to the restaurant of his choice he said.

"Usually on Saturday my mom either sends me to the pool over on Third Street or sometimes she lets me go see a movie, do you think we can do something like that?"

"I think we can come close to that but the pool was only filled yesterday and even with the heater running all night it might still be a little cold."

"You got your own pool? Where is it?" he shrieked.

"It's in the back of the house just outside the window of the room you chose, I'm surprised that you didn't see it."

"I guess I was too busy looking at the inside of the house." He replied.

We stopped at the video store on the way home and I let him pick out some dvd's for us to watch on the big screen later.

We were soon changed and we met in the upstairs hallway and headed for the pool. He was wearing the new Speedo that he'd picked out that morning and I could tell by his tan that they were his normal choice for swimwear. After making him promise to never go near the pool if I wasn't around, I opened one of the sliding glass doors and we stepped out onto the patio surrounding the pool. He trotted over to the ladder at the deep end and holding onto the big chrome handrail he dipped in a toe.

"Wow," he shrieked, "It's already warmer than the one on Third Street ever gets!" and with that he trotted over to the diving board and did a near perfect dive into the pool, emerging a few seconds later at the opposite end of the pool. He pulled himself out and came trotting over to where I stood watching, somewhat surprised at his abilities.

"Where did you learn to swim and dive like that?" I asked.

"It only costs a dollar for the whole day on Third Street so my mom sends me there all the time when she wants to get rid of me." And with that he headed back to the diving board.

I pulled out a couple of lounge chairs and lay back in the afternoon sun and watched him as I thought back on the last twenty-four hours. Just this time yesterday I was planning to move here all by myself, making a clean exit from the old walkup, and now, just a day later, those plans had changed almost completely. As I watched him pop out of the shallow end of the pool for about the tenth time and come running over and lay down in the sun beside me I knew that this was far better than anything I could ever plan.

He lay there quietly for longer than I thought possible at his age before I finally broke the silence.

"What are you thinking about?"

"I'm just making a picture in my head of your new apartment in case mom or someone asks me about it. Do you think it should be a one bedroom or two?"

Yes, this was far better than anything I could ever plan.

Chapter 3

'One thing about a kid,' I thought to myself, 'you never have to show them how to use anything electronic twice.'

His second choice was an old B movie called The Barbarians. I noticed that he was sitting much closer to me for this one and I guessed that he hadn't seen too many scary movies like this before. In the early part of the movie twin brothers are kidnapped by an evil sorcerer, and sent to a dungeon. By this part he was pressing up against me and I had my hand resting on his shoulder. Then a scene came on where the two young boys were strung up by their wrists and whipped with a heavy cat-o-nine tails. I could feel Bobby flinch every time the whip hit their backs. When the next scene faded in he looked up at me and said, "That looked really hard I wonder if I'm tough enough to take anything like that?"

I looked down at him thinking about his question and was amazed to see that his shorts were unmistakably tented. The movie went quickly downhill from there and we sat, both deep in our own thoughts, waiting for it to end. When the closing credits finally started running we both snapped out of out thoughts.

"This house is big enough, shouldn't it have a dungeon too?" he asked

I thought about it for a minute and decided, what the hell the kid already knows most of my secrets.

"But it does," I said.

"No way!" he squealed, "Where, I promise I'll never tell anyone."

We went out of the projection room and he followed me to the area of the secret door. I showed him the panel to push and he gave it an apprehensive little push. When nothing happened he looked over his shoulder as if to say I knew you were just fooling around.

"Push a little harder." I said and when he did the secret panel slowly creaked open. He jumped back and looked on in amazement as the door swung all the way open.

"You really do have a dungeon down here!" he said as he started through the door. I flipped on the light switch as I passed it and followed him down the short corridor to the main room. He stood there for a long time, just looking around, taking it all in. I half expected him to get scared and want to leave but to my amazement he confidently walked over to a row of whips hanging on the wall and selected one almost identical to the one he'd seen in the movie. He removed it from it's hook, stood there looking at it for a minute deep in though, then nodded to himself as if he'd made a decision. He then turned and walked back to me, handed me the whip and in a quiet serious voice said, "Will you use this one on me please?"

I couldn't believe what was happening.

"Are you sure about this?" I asked.

"Never been more sure of anything in my life!" he replied.

"Ok," I said, "But remember this is all your idea."

I really expected that he would only want to stand there and get a swat on top of his shirt but it quickly became obvious that he had other things in mind. He peeled off his shirt tossed it onto the rack beside him, walked over, and stood under one of the spreader bars that was hanging by a cable from the ceiling beam. In shock I walked over to the winch mounted to the wall and lowered the spreader bar about even with his shoulders. When I returned he eagerly offered his wrists to me and I carefully strapped on the wrist restraints and reattached them to the spreader. I went back to the winch and tightened it up a little. His arms were now over his head but his feet were still flat on the floor. He protested that the boy's feet in the movie weren't even touching the ground so I went back to the winch and slowly gave it two more turns. His feet were now well clear of the floor and I could see the strain in his arms, but as I returned to him I could see a little smile on his face and unbelievably he was starting to tent again.

Recreating the scene in the movie I picked up the whip and standing in front of him I gently swung the whip letting it hit his side and sending the tips snapping into his back. He reacted immediately by jerking in his bonds and I expected him to ask to quit but when he stopped swinging he looked back up and said, "Harder please."

He seemed to be really serious about this so I stepped up to him and reaching over his shoulders I parted half of his rat-tail into each hand and brought it forward and let it hang down his chest. I resumed my stance and swung again, slightly harder than the first time. He was more prepared for that one and only gave a slight flinch. After a second he repeated.

"Harder please."

I swung again with considerably more force than the first two times wrapping the whip around his side and landing the ends of the lashes just below his shoulder blades. He cringed and flinched and after a second said.

"That's good like that."

Thinking that he'd finally reached his limit I was about to let him down, but before I could even move.

"Can I try to do twenty just like that one?"

He seemed sure of what he wanted so I told him to count each lash out loud and if he wanted me to stop that he only had to stop counting. He understood so I resumed my stance and let fly with the first lash. It cracked just below the base of his neck. He shook violently but immediately called out.

"One."

And so it went as I slowly worked my way down his tiny back. When he called out "Nineteen" I was just brushing the waistband of his shorts with the thongs of the cat.

"Last one," I said. "Where do you want it?"

"Middle of my back, really hard please."

I waited for a few seconds and when I saw him rise up slightly, tensing his back by pulling on the spreader, I gave him his hardest lash of the night. It wasn't as hard as possible, but it was substantial. When it landed he rose up even higher in his bonds, twisted slightly, then lowered himself slowly and hung straight-armed before me. I could tell by the look on his face that he was in his own little world. I just let him hang there for about thirty seconds and looked into his eyes.

After what seemed like an eternity his vision cleared and he slowly looked up at me and when we made eye contact he gave me a little smile. I stepped forward and brushed his hair back behind him and stepped back to just look at him. To my surprise his nipples, that had gone untouched, were almost twice their normal size and fully erect, and his shorts were so tented that the waistband was starting to pull away from his tightly stretched stomach.

He was recovering surprisingly fast so I went and lowered the winch until he once again stood flat footed on the floor. I left him like that for a while and then gradually lowered his arms the rest of the way down until the spreader was at his waist. After the circulation returned to his wrists and arms I unhooked the restraints from the bar and carefully removed the padded cuffs from his tiny wrists. As soon as his hands were free he threw his arms around my neck and gave me a huge hug that I returned being careful not to hurt his back that I knew had to be stinging. We just stayed there for a long time until I felt him ease his grip on my neck. He backed up slightly and I was surprised to see that he was crying.

"Did I hurt you too much?"

"No, it's just 3; well 3; all my life I've had dreams about having someone do that to me and now it's really happened. I'm just so happy!"

I pulled him back to me and held him close and let him cry on my shoulder.

When the crying stopped I let go of him, he picked his shirt up from the rack and together we left the room.

We went back to the screening room and I turned up the lights to have a look at the damage on his back. I was almost afraid to look but as I moved his rat-tail aside I was shocked to see that his deep tan hid almost all the welts with only a few lines in the center of his back, remnants of his last lash, still visible, and even they were fading fast.

"How's it look?"

"Hardly a mark on it and they'll all be gone by morning. How's it feel?"

"It still stings pretty bad and my arms are a little sore but I like it."

"What do you want to do now?" I asked.

He thought for a moment and asked. "Can we watch those boys getting whipped in that movie again?"

"Anything you want kid," and I dimmed the lights and returned to the sofa. He reloaded the dvd and came and sat down right beside me. I put my arm around him and once he'd found the scene that he wanted he snuggled in close beside me. When the whipping started I could feel him flinching again every time the boys on the screen were lashed, and when the scene was over, he looked up at me, and with a very pleased look on his face said, "I think I did it better."

"Couldn't agree with you more, Bobby."

Chapter 4

"I had a really great day, thanks for everything."

"I had a really great day too, and thank you for everything."

"But I didn't give you anything," he said.

"No, You gave me everything"

He thought about what I'd said, smiled, and after giving me a big hug slid back and started to get under the covers.

"Sweet dreams," I said

"I've already had my sweet dreams for today, but they were real."

And as I reached across to tuck him in he leaned up and gave me a little kiss on the cheek.

"I love you," he said.

"I love you too," I replied and after kissing him on the forehead I got up turned out his light and returned to my room.

I lay in bed for a long time just thinking of the days' events and eventually fell into a deep pleasant sleep. When I woke early the next morning I had almost convinced myself that it was all a dream until I heard the shower running down the hall. I got up, quickly showered and prepared myself for another day full of surprises. We met in the hall and after a quick breakfast he wanted to see the rest of the yard. We went out the front door and slowly toured the property.

When we got to the small garage in the back yard and I showed him the riding mower inside, he just had to try it. For an eleven-year-old who'd rarely even been in a car before, he got the hang of it quickly, and was soon roaring around the lawn. He returned with it and stopped beside me, turned off the key, and before the motor even stopped turning, he declared himself my official lawn-mowing boy. He restarted it, after getting my assurance that he had the job, and carefully returned it to the garage.

We continued our tour and he questioned me about the things that he hadn't seen before and we were soon back by the pool. It was getting warm already so we both took our shirts off and sat by the pool. He pulled his hair over his shoulder and as he bent forward he asked me if the marks were gone off his back. I looked closely and reported that they were and as he straightened back up in his chair he surprised me again when he smiled and said.

"Good. We can do it harder next time."

I sat back in my chair in disbelief and thought about what he'd just said. At most I thought that last night was a one-time occurrence, but once again he had other plans.

"You really want to do that again?"

"Sure I do, but not today though, my arms are still kinda sore. Maybe next time I'll keep just my tip-toes on the floor."

I didn't know why he wanted to be whipped but it was obvious that he did. In fact he seemed to already be planning his next scene.

We sat in the sun talking for a long time. He decided that Wednesday after school was the best time to do the lawn, as it was his last week of school before summer holidays and his class was going to 'some museum!' on Thursday and there was no school on Friday. I told him I'd call him Tuesday night to make sure it was all right with his mom but he told me that he wasn't allowed to answer the phone so he'd call me. I thought that was a little strange but no one ever accused his mother of being normal. He asked to go swimming again, and after getting my approval he ran into the house to put on his bathing suit.

He returned quickly and went about what had become his normal swimming routine, off the diving board then hauling himself out the other end and running back to the board and repeating the whole process again. After about twenty laps he came running back over and sat down dripping beside me. After he caught his breath he panted.

"That gets really tiring when you don't have to wait for a bunch of kids in a line-up ahead of you."

"I can take you over to Third Street if you like"

"No, I'll get used to it," he replied smiling.

We went back into the house and I ordered a pizza while he went upstairs to change and dry his hair. I was surprised to hear his shower running again. When he finally came back downstairs I was just returning from the front door with the pizza. I dropped it on the table and as we were sitting down I asked him why he'd showered again.

"If I go home smelling like a swimming pool and my mom finds out that I wasn't at Third Street she'll ask questions. A guy like you can't afford to live in an apartment building with a pool, can you? Even if you can afford two bedrooms."

"You're brilliant Bobby!"

"I try my best."

I looked at him and we exchanged smiles and I thought this has to be the smartest kid I'd ever met. We ate our fill of pizza and went downstairs to watch TV in the screening room. There wasn't much on so we just sat and talked about what else I should get for the house, what I needed to stock the kitchen with, and what I should get to fill the third bay in the garage. His answers were well thought out and we agreed on almost everything except he thought that I should get a red sports car and I thought black would be better. Several hours later we decided he'd better get going and without a word he ran up to his room and came back wearing the clothes that he'd come with. We exchanged smiles and headed into the garage and soon the old F150 was rattling towards his house.

I double-parked in front of the walkup and he gave me a quick hug, and said that he'd call me Tuesday. He hopped out of the truck ran up the steps and disappeared through the doors into his other world. I returned home but found myself just wandering around the empty house. After living by myself for most of my life I felt really alone for the first time. I turned on the stereo and switched it to go through the whole house and went upstairs. I looked into his room and saw that he'd made his bed and had all his new clothes that he'd worn that weekend neatly piled on his bed. I walked over to take the clothes to the laundry when I saw a small note on top of the pile that said.

"Thanks for the best weekend of my life, I love you, Bobby."

I sat on the edge of the bed holding the note, and looked down at the pile of clothes as I recalled the weekend. I saw the Speedo that he wore as he swam in the pool, the tee shirt that he so happily took off and tossed onto the rack, and the white shorts that he'd been wearing when he got whipped. I stood up and walked over to the pad and pen on the desk and wrote my own note.

"Thanks for the best weekend of my life, I love you too Bobby."

I left the note on the desk, went back to my room, and went to bed.

Chapter 5

"You got a red one."

"That's what you thought I should get wasn't it."

"That makes me feel really 3; really 3; well 3; special I guess."

"Trust me Bobby, you are special to me."

He went back and looked at the car again and as we walked into the house he said "It's red," before he ran upstairs to his room. He returned a minute later wearing just his Speedo and his sneakers. When I questioned him about it he said he wanted to try to get his tan even darker so the marks wouldn't show, and with that, he went outside to mow the lawn. I went upstairs and watched him from the balcony as he started the tractor and started mowing. He was doing fine so I waved to him and went back inside to finish installing the exercise machines that he'd suggested, for the basement. I was just finishing up when I heard him upstairs so I called for him to come down and try them out.

He enthusiastically tried each machine and I was quite surprised how strong he was. He asked for more weight on most stations and showed almost perfect form. Standing there watching him work out, wearing only his Speedo, I could tell that this was an investment that I wouldn't regret. When he finally tired he went upstairs and changed clothes and we went into the garage for his trip home.

He asked me to show him what we 'fixed' on the truck so I chose the shocks since they had been replaced recently and I knew that I hadn't spoken to anyone about it. After I showed him what they were and how they were attached he leaned over the front tire, making sure to get dirt on his shirt, and reaching down wiped some grease from the suspension parts onto his hand. He reemerged from the wheel well and rubbed the grease on his hands and patted a little on his face. On the way to his house he asked me for ten dollars, just so he could show his mom that he really was working, then he'd give it back to me the next time he saw me.

"Tell her I can't pay you until the check comes."

"Hey that's even better!" he laughed, "You're getting pretty good at this too!"

"I've got a great teacher!" I said and we were both laughing loudly when I pulled up in front of his home. He promised to call soon, gave me a greasy little hug, got out and ran into the apartment. I drove around the block and headed for home.

The next morning I was woke up by the phone and on the line was Bobby's mom in a big flap about something. I figured she was pissed about Bobby coming home so dirty last night so I quickly apologized for that. She said that was no problem at least he had fun and seemed to be learning something.

It turned out that she had some kind of a family emergency and had to catch the noon bus back to Arkansas. She asked me if I could look after Bobby for about a week since he seemed to like me and I had two bedrooms. She had no one else she could leave him with and was in a near panic. I told her it was no problem that I'd be happy to look after him. She calmed down considerably when she heard that and I arranged to meet her at her place at eleven to pick up Bobby's stuff and to give her a ride to the bus depot.

She met me at the door and handed me a plastic shopping bag that contained all of Bobby's belongings and went back into the room to grab her matching 'luggage.' We piled into the truck and I made a u-turn and we headed for the depot. She gave the usual parental chatter about not being afraid to swat him if he got out of line, making him make his own bed, bedtime, etc. etc. etc.

Just as we were passing my new home she stopped babbling long enough to look right at my front gate and said, "I really wish my boy could grow up in a house like that."

I could feel the hairs stand up on the back of my neck when she said that! I looked over at her and said, "I really wish he could grow up there too."

She showed no reaction and went right back to her babbling so I just brushed it off as another one of the strange coincidences that seemed to be plaguing me lately.

By the time we got to the bus depot my ears were ringing and I think that Bobby was allowed to breathe and sleep, and not much else. I stopped in front of the depot and she thanked me for everything, grabbed her two grocery bags, and lumbered into the station. I sat there for a second shaking my head and shuddered thinking of the poor S.O.B. that was going to get stuck sitting beside her all the way to Arkansas.

I went back home for a while and at three I went to pick up some tacos and drove to Bobby's to pick him up. He was a little disappointed that his mom wasn't there to see his report card so he showed it to me instead, all A's except for one B in gym. I knew this kid was smart. He told me that he really wanted to work out at my house a lot and he hoped to get all A's next year. He still seemed a little down so I asked him if he would be OK.

"Only if you promise to whip me really hard later tonight."

I promised him and he seemed to cheer up considerably. We got home and devoured the tacos. I told him about what his mother had said and we both had a really good laugh. I sent him upstairs to shower and change since he still had traces of grease on him from last night and I set about cleaning up the trash from our supper. When he came back downstairs he looked great.

"Will you whip me now?" he asked.

It was only about four so I decided to see how he handled anticipation.

"No," I said. "Think about what you want to try while we take the new car you picked out and go shopping."

He was a little disappointed but said, "Ok as long as we get back in time."

Soon we were walking into one of the upscale malls in the area in search of more clothes for him since last week I'd only bought enough for a couple of days and now that he was staying for the whole week, and I really didn't want to do laundry every other day, we needed more for him to wear. I tried to drag it out as long as I could and he was getting more agitated by the minute. Finally when we had about as many bags as I thought we could jam into the Porsche I sent him into the video store to buy some more dvd's. When he came back out he was almost frantic, so we left the mall and went home. I told him to take everything out of the car and put it away neatly in his room and then meet me in the screening room with just his white shorts on, and I went downstairs and waited for him. I heard him make three trips into the garage and finally heard him coming barefoot down to the basement. He had the dvd's in his hand and took them over and put them neatly in the storage cabinet. As he walked back over to me and I saw that he was dressed just as I'd asked.

"All done," he said

I thought about having him do a workout but I decided that he'd had almost all the waiting he could take, so I had him sit down beside me, and asked what kind of a whipping he thought he wanted. Knowing that it was coming soon, he calmed down considerably, and carefully described what he wanted. He told me that he mostly wanted a lot of hard lashes across his back with slightly easier ones to his sides and this time he wanted to try some across his chest and stomach. He also thought he might want to try some on his bare bottom but he wasn't really sure about that yet. He wanted to see how the rest went and decide just before it happened. I knew better than to ask him if he was sure because he'd obviously put a lot of thought into it.

I explained what a safe word was and when he fully understood what it meant I told him to pick one. He thought for a moment then chose 'friend' I told him to pick another word to use if he decided he wanted to get his bottom strapped too. He chose 'trust.' He obviously understood so I told him to stand up and gave him a hug and we headed for the dungeon. Once inside I closed the door and checked my watch. It was almost eight o'clock. He'd been waiting four hours for this.

I buckled the wrist cuffs on him and he walked over to the spreader bar and attached the cuffs to the snap hooks on the end of it. He wasn't going to be suspended this time so I put two more restraints on his ankles and attached them together with a six-inch [15 cm] chain. I would have preferred a spreader bar but I had to keep his legs together, in case he said. 'trust.' I cranked the winch until his arms were tightly stretched and his heels were just off the floor. At the whip rack I selected three different cats and laid two of them on the padded bondage table nearby keeping the lightest of them in my hand.

Stepping back in front of him I could see in his eyes that he was already starting to get into his own 'zone', so I took another step to the left and began whipping him with light strokes to his chest. After just a few lashes he told me I could hit him harder but I told him to wait the harder ones were coming. I worked his chest and belly slowly increasing the strength of the lashes until I could see they were starting to have an effect on him. I could see his stomach and chest muscles tighten every time the whip landed and his shorts were definitely starting to tent. After what must have been well over fifty lashes I stepped back in front of him and started to work his sides. I kept the strength of the blows about the same as I'd been using when I finished whipping his front so he was instantly feeling some sharp pain on his sides. He stood there twitching his hips from side to side as I alternated the lashes. I gave him about fifty to each side still increasing the strength of the lashes and finished with a quick hard series to his tightly stretched armpits.

I let him rest for a few seconds while I put the whip back on the bench and picked up harshest of the of the three. I put my hand through the loop on the end of the handle and stepped back to see how he was doing. He was tented a little more but still not quite as much as the last time and he was shining from a light coating of sweat that covered him from head to toe. He had welts covering the whole front of his upper body but they were already fading.

He seemed to have recovered sufficiently so I stepped up to him and gently pulled his rat-tail forward and adjusted it so half was brushing each of his swollen red nipples. He knew that meant it was time for his back and he looked up and gave me a little smile. I walked around to the right of him and just stood there for about twenty seconds looking at his beautifully tanned back stretched out before me. I raised the whip and brought it down hard across his shoulder blades. He wasn't expecting that and made a short little squeal that was the first sound he'd made since asking to be whipped harder.

When he regained his composure I started again and covered his entire back with lashes that were hard but nothing compared to the first one. I decided he could probably take one more series so starting at his neck I worked my way down his back hitting a little harder with each stroke but being careful to skip over the spot where the first one landed. I was whipping the small of his back and was almost finished when I noticed him take a really deep breath. I was afraid I'd pushed him too far and he was going to use his safe word but instead of 'friend' he loudly said "trust"!

I tossed the whip onto the bench and stepped in front of him. I reached down and as I grabbed the waistband of his shorts I saw that he was more tented than I'd ever seen him. I quickly but gently lowered his shorts around his erection and as I let them drop down to his ankles I saw his little prick for the first time. It was huge for his age, well over four inches [10 cm], uncut, hairless and standing at full attention. I could've looked at it all night long but I had Bobby's needs to look after first. I quickly picked up the broad tailed cat and started delivering medium-hard lashes to his beautiful white butt. It was just starting to turn pinkish red when he unexpectedly started to buck violently in his bonds and yelled "Something's happening!" he continued jerking for a few seconds before he yelled "friend"

I dropped the whip immediately, and as I looked down for a place to support him so I could hit the quick release on the spreader bar, I was amazed when he give another big shudder, squealed and came! I suddenly realized that there was no emergency so I released my grip on him and stepped back to let him finish. After he'd shot a couple more times onto the floor he came down off his tiptoes and hung weakly by his wrists. I stepped in front of him and gently pulled up his shorts. I wrapped one arm around him just below his bottom and carefully lifted him up, released the cuffs from the bar and after sweeping the whips onto the floor with my free hand, I gently laid him down on the padded table. I removed the chain between his ankle cuffs and tossed it aside.

He lay on his back for a long time just staring at the ceiling as I gently rubbed his chest and caressed his nipples. Finally he turned his head towards me, smiled, and softy said.

"WOW!"

"I didn't know you could do that." I said.

"I didn't know that I could that!" he replied. "In fact I don't even know what that was!"

"You mean that was your first time!"

"Yeah, I've never felt anything like that before!" and he stared back up at the ceiling.

I started to unbuckle the wrist cuffs but he asked to keep them on.

"Think you can make it back upstairs?"

"Yeah" he replied, "but I'd like it even better if you carried me."

I gently picked him up and we headed upstairs, closing the secret panel behind us. On the way up the stairs to the second floor he asked if he could sleep in my room so I took him in and lay him down on my bed and went around the other side and got in beside him. He rolled over gingerly onto his stomach and turned his face towards me and smiled. I put my hand on his back and gently rubbed it as he asked me questions about what had happened to him. I didn't really think it was my place to be telling him, but after envisioning his mother telling him, I answered him as honestly and correctly as I could. He seemed to be understanding everything I was telling him about cumming, and grinned proudly from ear to ear when I told him that most boys can't do it until they're older than he is. It was getting late so I told him to get some sleep and I'd tell him more tomorrow. Then unexpectedly he leaned over and gave me a big kiss on the lips and when he lay back down said.

"I love you, you're the only adult that doesn't treat me like a little kid"

"I love you too Bobby," I said as I leaned over and gave him a kiss on the forehead.

He settled down in the bed and was soon asleep. I lay there for a long time just caressing his back and hair thinking about how to handle tomorrow, and wondering how I ever survived before he came into my life.

Chapter 6

I went to the basement and saw the dungeon door open so I went in. He'd changed from his shorts into one of his Speedos but I noticed he still had the wrist and ankle restraints on.

What's up?" I asked.

"I kinda made a mess down here last night so when I woke up before you I thought I should come down and clean it up." He said motioning towards the mop and pail standing in the corner. He had all the whips hung back in their proper places and the place looked spotless.

"You didn't have to do that."

"I wanted to 3; Look I got some marks!" he said as he sprinted across the room. He showed me some welts under his arms where he wasn't quite as tanned and then turned around to proudly show me the one in the middle of his back from the first lash he'd gotten there. It was still quite visible but had faded considerably and would probably be gone in another day or two. Other than that his tan hid all the other marks. When I told him he'd be as good as new in a day or two his reply was.

"Good, then we can do it again."

I bent over and put my arms around him and he put his arms around my neck. I lifted him off the floor, gave him a big hug and carried him up the stairs to get some breakfast. He helped me make breakfast and while we were eating he asked if he could keep the cuffs on all day. I certainly didn't have a problem with that, as they looked great on him. I told him it was ok but he couldn't wear them outside too much or he'd get tan lines that might be a little hard to explain. After breakfast we both showered and I told him I had to go out for a while and he said OK he had some things he wanted to do around the house. I warned him not to go near the pool "Or else he wouldn't get a whippin'!" which sounded a little weird, but with Bobby the normal threat was more like a bribe. He laughed, gave me a hug and a kiss and I was off to buy some teaching aids. There was a strip mall nearby with a good bookstore and a drug store so I headed there.

I was standing in the book store amazed that there were so many sex ed books when the sales girl came up and asked if I needed help. I told her I wanted the book for my boy and she showed me one and said it was the only one she would recommend because it was thorough, honest, and it didn't 'preach.' It sounded like exactly what I wanted so I bought it and thanked her for her help.

I went next door to the drug store to look for some condoms. The druggist asked me if I needed any help and I told him I wanted an assortment of small sized condoms for my kid. He looked at me as if to say sure buddy that's they all say, so I reached into my bag and showed him the cover of the book I'd just bought. He looked at it for a second and we both broke into hysterical laughter. After we stopped laughing he was very helpful and I was soon on my way home with the book and a large supply of condoms.

When I got back to the house Bobby had the kitchen all cleaned up and the dishes all stacked in the dishwasher.

"You didn't have to that."

"I know, but I really like doing it for you."

"Do you help your mom like that at home?"

"Yeah, but she makes me do it, and yells at me if don't. This is different, I'm only doing it for you because I like to, not because I have to, and it makes me feel good."

I knew the feeling well, I got it every time I did something nice for him.

"If that's how you feel then carry on." I said "Oh, by the way I got something for you."

I handed him the bag with the book in it. He took the book out of the bag and when he saw what it was he gave me a big hug and thanked me repeatedly. I told him to take it out by the pool and I'd come out, after I'd put on my bathing suit and we can read it together. He sprinted towards the pool but just before he ran through the open patio door he stopped so fast that he almost fell over.

"It's ok to go by the pool now isn't it?"

"Go ahead," I told him 3; he was afraid I wouldn't whip him any more.

When I got back out to the pool he had one of the loveseats pulled into a nice sunny spot and was waiting for me. I sat down beside him and he leaned forward so I could put my arm around him then he leaned back, pressed in tight beside me and started to read his new book to me. He was actually a pretty good reader and only needed help on a few words. The girl in the bookstore was right it really was a good book. We read through the boy girl humping part and with the help of the pictures he seemed to understand that part. It then went on to the how babies are made part and when we were done that section he thought for a few minutes and asked.

"Since I can ejaculate now does that mean I can be a father?"

"No," I told him, "It only means that you can make babies, being a father is much harder."

He looked up at me and I could tell that he was thinking about what I'd said and when he lowered his head and rested it on my chest I knew that he understood. He lay there in silence for a long time before looking back up and saying angrily.

"I'm going to be a father not a baby maker!"

"I hope that someday you are a good father Bobby."

The day was getting pretty warm and I knew that Bobby had just gone through something pretty intense so I suggested that we go for a swim and soon we were splashing around in the pool. He looked so cute swimming around in the pool wearing wrist and ankle restraints and a matching black Speedo. It seemed like he'd already forgotten everything he'd learned today but just before we got out he swam up to me, put his arms around me, hugged me, and said, "I'm going to be a great father."

We hugged each other for a long time before I kissed him on the forehead and said, "Yes I think you will."

After a quick lunch we returned to the poolside and prepared to tackle masturbation. He quickly read through the female part but slowed down considerably for the male section. He asked a lot of questions that I answered as well as I could and he soon had pretty good idea what it was all about. I could see a little bulge in his bathing suit when suddenly he stood up, dropped his Speedo to his ankles, sat back down beside me, and asked me to show him how. Thank God for twelve-foot [3½ m] walls! I almost cracked up but fortunately managed to keep a straight face.

I took his hand and showed him the basics and told him that if it feels good then he's doing it right. He was soon fully erect and stroking like a veteran so I told him that he was doing great, but that was enough for now. He looked a little disappointed but he stood up and pulled his Speedo back up and sat back down beside me. He asked me how long he had to do that before he came, and I told him it depended on how turned on he was at the time. I told him that last night he was so exited that no one even had to touch it but usually it took a little longer. He said he understood so we quickly had a little talk about discretion. I didn't want to scare him off anything but I didn't want him dropping his drawers and wanking at anyone that was passing by. He understood that already and told me he'd only done it in the back yard because he knew no one else could see him. I gave a little sigh of relief and held him close for a while.

By this time a little cool water was something we both needed so we had another swim and soon we were back in the chair and he was reading about birth control and std's. He picked up most of it pretty quickly but as I expected he was a little confused about condoms so I sent him into the house to get the bag that I'd left on the table. When he came back I showed him all the different kinds, explained the differences and showed him how to open the packages. He asked if he could try one and I told him since no one could see us that I thought it would be all right. He stood up and dropped his Speedos again and got himself hard. I helped him open the package and he took it and rolled it on. He played with it for a while to get the feel of it and then removed it and replaced his Speedo. He then asked when a condom was needed and I told him.

He awkwardly asked me if I might have aids and I explained to him that I got tested every six months when I got my physical and was always negative and I'd been so busy getting this house renovated that I hadn't even had intercourse for over a year. That seemed to be the end of his questions so we picked up our stuff and went inside for supper. He took his book and condoms up to his room and changed into some dry shorts while I started supper. He still had the restraints on so I showed him how to oil them so they would stay waterproof and he worked on them while I finished making supper. We had a light supper and decided it would be a good time for a workout. He insisted on cleaning up the kitchen so I went upstairs to change and brought back a tank top and sneakers for Bobby. We had a great workout and we seemed to inspire each other to try even harder. His little muscles looked like they were going to pop right through his skin as he strained against the weights. After almost two hours we staggered upstairs to our respective showers and met up again down in the screening room feeling only slightly refreshed. He snuggled in beside me and we sat watching TV and talking.

By nine thirty I was ready for bed but when we got back upstairs Bobby announced that he was going to masturbate and since it was his first time he really wanted me to watch to see if he did it right. I couldn't pass up an offer like that so I followed him into his room and watched as he stripped and lay on his back on the bed. He started to slowly stroke himself until he got hard and then asked me to pass him a condom. I gave him a lubricated one and he opened the package and rolled it on like a pro. I guess electronics aren't the only thing that you only have to show kids how to use once, I thought as I watched him start back into his rhythm. I sat on the side of his bed softly encouraging him when I noticed him going into his zone. He had the same look in his eyes that he had whenever he was being whipped on his back. Once he was in his zone it only took him about ten strokes before he started to wiggle and twist and after only about ten more strokes he arched his back, let out a high pitched squeal, and shot his load into the condom. He kept his back arched until his orgasm subsided then he came crashing back onto the bed.

He recovered quickly and got up and scurried into the bathroom still wearing the condom. About a minute later I heard the toilet flush and he came back out of the bathroom wearing nothing but his restraints and a big smile. He came over to me and sat sideways on my lap and I put my arms around him. I asked him how it was and he told me he liked it, it wasn't quite as powerful as the first time, but he knew what was happening so he wasn't scared. I told him he came pretty quick and he told me that not much happened at first but then he looked up at me and thought about me whipping him and came almost immediately. I gave him a kiss and told him I was glad that he enjoyed it. He scurried off my lap and crawled nude under the covers. I tucked him in and he asked me if he could read his book for a while so I handed it to him and told him if he had any questions he could ask me in the morning. I said goodnight and started for the door and as I got there he informed me the next chapter was on something called oral sex.

When I got back to my room I was seriously considering some masturbation of my own. I stripped and jumped into my bed and lying on my back I pulled the covers over myself. Instead of masturbating I almost immediately fell into a deep sleep filled with pleasant dreams of the events of the past week. As I lay there dreaming I felt a strange sensation and slowly started to wake up. I felt like I'd just had a wet dream but I shrugged it off as just my imagination and was about to go back to sleep when I felt something move between my legs. I lifted up the covers and was greeted by a cute nose, two bright blue eyes and a smile

"No questions on that chapter," he said.

"Get up here you little scamp." I said, and he started crawling up the front of me, still under the covers. When we were eye-to-eye I wrapped my arms around him and rolled onto my side and he slid off my chest onto the bed beside me.

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