R. Preston

Bobby

AKA Loving Bobby

7

"Looks like I forgot something last night," he said grinning.

"Looks fine to me," I countered.

"Glad you like it," he said as he headed for his room to get ready for another day.

I finished first and was starting breakfast when I noticed him beside me. I looked down at him and saw that he was clean, dry and naked.

"You didn't say what we're doing today so I didn't know what to put on," he said.

"New tee shirt, new shorts, socks, sneakers and I'm afraid you'll have to take off the wrist and ankle cuffs today."

"Do I have to take them off?" He wined as he turned and started to walk away.

"Yes!" I said and I gave him a playful swat on his bare butt. He started to run but after only one stride he stopped, backed up, and stood wiggling his butt at me until I gave him a swat on the other cheek. Only then did he sprint happily off to do as I asked. I watched until his cute little ass disappeared from view and went back to cooking. He was soon back dressed as I'd asked and he started quizzing me about what we were going to do. I told him to trust me, we'll have fun, and he replied that he always trusted me, and if I said we'll have fun, he was sure that we would.

It was overcast and a little cooler, although rain wasn't predicted, so this was the ideal day for what I had planned. Traffic was light and we were soon getting off the 101 freeway and nearing our destination. Bobby was totally lost and had no idea were we were going, but he sat quietly, buckled into the passenger seat, certain that wherever I was taking him we were going to have fun.

When we pulled into the Universal Studios lot and headed for the theme park parking garage he got really exited. Although he lived all of his life only about a twenty-minute drive from here, he'd never even seen the place before and only knew one person, a classmate, that had even been here. But he'd seen their advertising on the TV and he knew we were in for a fun day. He'd never been in a parking garage before, so, even though there were lots of empty spots on the ground level, we raced the car up the ramps to the top level and parked up there. When we got out of the car he came running around to my side and gave me one of his jumping hugs and thanked me for bringing him here as we headed for the front gate. The place was as near to being deserted as I'd ever seen it. It seemed like the locals weren't here because they thought it would crawling with tourists but the tourists were still in transit trying to get there.

I paid our admissions and into the park we went. We both had a great time. The lineups that usually plagued the park were almost non-existent, and even when we did have to wait in line on some of the more popular attractions, we so enjoyed each other's company that the time passed quickly. He was full of questions, but they weren't the usual annoying type of questions that I heard parents around me getting asked. Instead of asking, "What time is it?" "How much longer do we have to wait?" "When's lunch?" "What're we going on next?" he was asking about how the rides worked and how they did the special effects on some of the attractions. I soon found myself telling him all I knew about hydraulics, electronic controls, and blue screen effects. He listened with a great deal of interest and sometimes he even seemed a little annoyed when we got to the front to the line and it was our turn to get into the attraction.

While waiting in line for the Back to the Future ride Bobby stood beside me and was quietly telling me how he thought blue screen effects worked, to see if he understood me correctly. When the father behind me tapped me on the shoulder, I turned around to see what he wanted. He'd apparently been listening to Bobby's quiet, carefully thought out explanation, and after he gave a quick look back at his two kids, arguing noisily about nothing in particular behind him, he smiled and asked if I wanted to trade. "Not for a million bucks," I replied with a smile as I used my hand that was resting on his shoulder to hug Bobby a little closer to my side. I thought about what had just happened and proudly realized that I wasn't the only one that could see that Bobby was pretty special.

We had a great time for the rest of the day and because the park was so empty we saw and did almost everything there was to do. We talked a lot in the lineups but he never mentioned anything about sex, whipping or anything else that could prove embarrassing and I was pleased that he had such a good sense of what was public and what was private. There were a few things we missed so we made plans to try to come back a day or two before school went back in the fall, if we could sneak it past his mother.

When we got home it was quite late but he still wanted a whipping or something before he went to bed. I told him it was too late for that now and it would have to wait until tomorrow sometime. He was disappointed and said if we couldn't do that could he at least be chained up to his bed for the night. I explained why it was too dangerous to leave someone tied up alone for that long to which he replied, "Then I guess you'll have to chain me up in your bed."

He wasn't taking no for an answer so I gave in and told him to go get ready and not to forget to pee because it would be a long time till morning. He trotted happily off to his room and I headed downstairs to get what I would need. I picked up some chains, locks, and quick releases and headed for the door. As an afterthought I went back and got a small pair of adjustable tweezer type nipple clips that were connected by a small gold chain. I had everything just about ready when he returned wearing his cuffs and nothing else. A week ago I would have been shocked but I just told him he looked great and he hopped into bed. I snapped the quick releases onto his cuffs and adjusted the chains and padlocks until he was in a slight spread eagle. I left a fair bit of slack for him but it was tight enough that he couldn't reach the snaps to free himself. I then went to the other side of the bed and lay down beside him. He lay there quietly thinking for a while getting used to the helpless feeling and then told me I could do whatever I wanted to him. I asked him what his safe word was and he told me so I went to work on him. I slowly stroked his chest and belly and lightly tickled his hairless armpits causing him to squirm and reminding him how helpless he was. Then his nipples got special attention as I rolled them between my fingertips while gently pulling them.

"That feels so good" he moaned.

"I can see that." I replied, as I felt them getting erect and looked down at his rapidly growing penis. I slowly began kissing and licking them until they, and his prick were both fully erect and he was moaning blissfully. Then I switched to gently sucking and nibbling on them and they became bigger and harder than I'd ever seen them before.

I then showed the nipple clamps to him for the first time and told him what they were called. He quickly figured out what they were for and asked me to use them on him.

I gently put one on his left nipple and slowly tightened it until he started to wince slightly. I waited a few seconds for him to absorb the pain then repeated the process on his right side. He seemed to be enjoying the sensation and I could tell that he was starting to get into his zone so I just waited and let him enjoy the feeling. When it looked like he was getting used to the pain I reached over and gave the little chain a tug. He grimaced and pulled against the chains on his wrists as he began absorbing the new wave of pain he felt going through his body. I repeated that several more times until I could see that he was completely in his zone.

I gently released the little gold chain and let it drop onto his chest then leaned over and kissed him gently on the lips. He weakly returned the kiss and when he finished I kissed him on the chin and then slowly began kissing him in a line down the center of his chest. I kissed him several times in the little hollow between his pecs, being careful not to disturb the gold chain laying there, then worked my way down to his tightly stretched navel. I worked on his belly button for a while then continued my journey 'south' to his rigid little member. I kissed my way up the side of his shaft then tickled the little bit of the head that was peeking out of his foreskin. I then used my hand to stroke him a few times and finished with a down stroke that left the entire head exposed. After kissing the head a few times I took all of him into my mouth. Almost immediately I could feel him spasming so I reached up and gave the chain a couple quick tugs. That was all it took, and he started bucking so violently it was all I could do to keep him in my mouth as I sucked his sweet load from him. When he was calmed down again I removed the nipple clamps as gently as I could and kissed each nipple as the clamps came off. I then leaned over and kissed him on the lips and lay back beside him to let him recover.

He lay there in silence for a long time just staring into space before he softy said, "Thank you, that was great."

"You're welcome," I replied. "I really enjoyed it too."

"Where'd you learn how to do that?"

"My best friend Bobby taught me how."

He looked a little confused and dejected so I reassured him that I only knew one person named Bobby. He still looked a little confused but he now looked happy instead of dejected. He looked so cute lying there bound, spread eagled, beside me. I could see that he was deep in thought again, and after a long time he asked.

"Am I really your best friend?"

"Absolutely."

"How did I teach you how to do all that?"

I explained that I really loved him, and because of that love, I wanted to make him feel really happy, so I just did whatever I thought would make him feel good, and watched his 'body language' to see if he was enjoying it or not. His love of pain made it a little harder but I did my best. He thought about what I'd said for a minute before asking.

"What's body language?"

I thought about how to explain it and replied.

"You know sometimes when you come home and you can tell that your mom's really mad about something before she even says anything or you even see her face?"

"Do I ever!" he said.

"You knew she was mad because you read her body language."

"I guess I knew what it was all along I just didn't know there was a name for it."

"Good," I said, "It's something that's really valuable to know how to do well and you should practice it whenever you can."

"Why?"

"Because it's easy for people to lie with words and facial expressions but their eyes and bodies usually tell the truth."

He thought about it for a while and asked me to help him get even better at it. I said I'd try the next time we were around some people and he looked like he was eager to learn. I asked him if he still wanted to be chained up all night and he said that he did except that he really wanted to give me a big hug and kiss. I leaned over and we kissed and said goodnight and we soon drifted off to sleep each feeling more loved than we ever had in our respective lives.

8

I was sitting on the side of the bed, still smiling about what had happened, when he came back out, sat on my lap, and gave me a big hug and a kiss. I asked him what that was for and he said it was the ones that he couldn't give me last night. He told me that he'd been lying there for almost an hour, but he saw me sleeping so peacefully that he didn't want to wake me up, so he just lay there in agony trying to be still. I hugged him and thanked him for being so considerate but told him next time to just wake me up. It was raining out, which probably didn't help the situation that he'd just gone through, so I told him to have a shower, put on whatever he wanted, and bring his book downstairs so we could read it after breakfast.

It was almost noon so we had lunch instead of breakfast, and all the time we were eating he kept staring at me. When I finally asked him why he said that he was trying to read my body language, but all he could read was happiness. I smiled and told him not to worry, he'd read me perfectly, and still laughing we went into the study. He decided that he wanted to read by himself so he could surprise me with what he'd learned like he'd done the last time with the oral sex chapter. I told him not to be afraid to ask if he had any questions and went to my desk to boot up my computer.

I logged onto the net and went to my bank's site to see how my finances were doing. Before I'd retired I could tell you my net worth at any second within a few thousand dollars but once I hit a hundred million I'd reached my goal, and promptly retired while still in my early thirties. These days I rarely looked at my accounts and was quite surprised to find that even after sinking a pile of money into this house I was now worth over twenty percent more than when I'd retired. I logged off the bank site and seeing that Bobby was still deeply into his book I went surfing to find something to read so I wouldn't disturb him.

I visited some of the archives and story sites but found that most of the stories that I used to find so exciting now seemed trite and boring when compared to my new reality.

I eventually found what seemed to be a well-written story called The Story of Tim [also in this archive! click here] so I saved it to disk and after logging off I continued to read it. I was about halfway through the story when I heard Bobby close his book and put it down on the table beside him. He looked quite upset so I spun my chair around and motioned for him to come sit on my lap. He sat sideways across my legs and leaned his head into my chest and I put my arms around him and held him close. I let him sit there quietly for a while before asking him what was wrong.

He told me he was reading about anal sex and he thought it sounded like it was really painful and gross, but he thought that I would want to do it with him and if he refused that I wouldn't like him any more. With that off his chest he started crying so I held him close and tried to calm him down. When he finally stopped sobbing I explained to him that I would never manipulate or force him to do anything he didn't want to, and I tended to agree with his views on anal sex anyways. I said that I loved him and I would continue to love him forever no matter what he did, or didn't do, and I couldn't stop loving him even if I tried. He started crying again but now they were tears of relief and happiness so I just held him close and we sat rocking in the chair. He eventually stopped crying and just lay there with his head on my chest and after a while he looked up and said that he loved me too. After a few minutes he slid off my lap and started to ask me about my computer.

I spun my chair around and started to show it to him. He was reasonably knowledgeable about computers but explained that the computer lab in his school only had five old Pentium one thirty three's that still worked and there were thirty students to a class, so he didn't get to use them very often. I showed him how to log on and we were soon surfing all over having a great time. I asked him if he wanted a computer for the desk in his room upstairs, so he could use it whenever he came to visit, and he thought that it sounded like a good idea. The study was the first room that was finished in the house and the computer was almost a year old so I told him that if he helped me build a new system he could have mine for his room.

He told me that he didn't know anything about building computers but I reassured him that it was easy and I'd be glad to show him how. He thought that it sounded like fun and since the forecast called for rain tomorrow morning we decided to do it then. We went to the website of the closest supplier and went through the listings until we figured out everything we needed and printed out a list of all the parts for my new machine as well as a cpu and memory upgrade for his. I looked at the clock and was surprised to see that it was after seven so we shut down the computer and went for supper.

After we ate I asked him if he still wanted the whipping that I'd promised him the night before and he said absolutely, he just hadn't wanted to bug me by asking about it. I asked him what he wanted to try this time and he said that he trusted me and I knew what he liked so it was up to me. I thought about it for a few minutes and once I had a rough idea of what I wanted to do I told him to go downstairs and get ready. I waited for a few minutes and finalized my plan before heading for the dungeon.

When I got there I saw that he had already stripped, all his clothes were neatly piled on the padded table, and he was patiently waiting under the spreader bar. I lowered it down for him and he locked his cuffs into the snaps and I added a three-foot [90 cm] spreader between his ankle cuffs. As I stood up I couldn't help but notice that he was already getting an erection. I tightened the winch until he was stretched but still comfortable and then added something new to his experience. Going to the cabinet on the wall I selected a small leather blindfold and after showing it to him I buckled it tightly over his eyes and once he was sightless I began the mind games.

"What is your safe word?"

"Friend."

"Good, you're about to get a very hard whipping all over your body and you might have to use it."

"I'll try my best not to," he said.

Stepping back I took in the scene before me as I let his anticipation build. His nipples had recovered from last nights introduction to clamps and weren't red or bruised but they were still larger than they normally were and looked quite sensitive. Before the session even began I'd already decided that they were off limits for tonight. Looking down I could see that he was now fully erect and I took that as my cue to begin. Taking the lightest cat I gave him a fairly light lash across his chest making sure to stay below his nipples. He reacted as if the whip had drawn blood. He squealed and pulled against the bonds as I looked on in amazement at the difference a blindfold and a few words could make. I waited till he settled down and gave him another similar lash this time across his tightly stretched stomach and got the same reaction. Too bad this only works once I thought as I gave him another lash across his chest. I worked his front and sides for a while, varying the locations and timing, and was still getting the same reaction.

I put down the cat and quietly took down the riding crop and gave him a light slap on his inner thigh. He reacted so violently that he lifted himself right off the floor. After about a minute I did the other thigh and he left the floor again. When he'd calmed down from that I quietly went around and gave him a light tap on his little white bottom. He bowed forward and squealed again, and after six strokes he was still doing the same thing. I then let him rest for a while and replaced the crop with the cat before stepping up and moving his hair to his chest.

He knew what was coming now and to heighten the experience even more I told him I was now going to give him twenty hard lashes across his back and if he made me proud and didn't use his safe word I'd make sure he got to come, if he hadn't already.

He nodded and I stepped around behind and gave him a lash that was only about half as hard as the hardest one he'd taken before and got a reaction that was twice as violent. He was reacting so much that it took me over ten minutes to get in the next eighteen lashes. I informed him that he only had one more to go but it was going to be the hardest one he'd ever had in his life. He didn't say anything but I could tell that he was summoning all his strength and courage to withstand the blow. I saw him flexing all the muscles in his back so I gave him his final lash that was only slightly harder than the other nineteen. He squealed loudly and bucked so violently that I thought he was going to bend the spreader bar. He started to calm down and then started bucking again before shooting a load half way across the room. He then settled down and hung from his wrists and I could see that although he was covered in sweat there wasn't a mark on him.

I told him how proud I was of him, which I was because even though it was in his head, he'd just taken a lot of pain for me. I undid the ankle spreader and waited till he could stand by himself. Then I undid the cuffs from the spreader but instead of releasing him I locked them behind his back and asked him if he thought he could walk upstairs. He said he'd try and I carefully lead him upstairs to my room and stood him in front of the full-length mirror and removed the blindfold. He was totally confused. Where he expected to see welts and maybe even blood he saw nothing but a little sweat. He stepped closer and looked again, still nothing. He turned around and looked his back confident that there had to be something there and still he saw nothing. He was dumbfounded.

He looked at me and asked, "What happened?"

"Your mind and body played a trick on you."

"But it hurt so bad I thought I would be bleeding."

"I know and I'm really proud of you for taking all that pain for me but I would never ask you to try not to use your safe word if I was whipping you as hard as you thought I was. In fact I'd never whip you as hard as you thought you were being whipped."

I unlocked the cuffs behind his back and we sat down on the edge of the bed as I tried to explain what had happened. He had a really good grasp of it in no time so I sent him to have a shower before bedtime since he'd been sweating so badly. He understood what happened but he still had to make one more check of his back in the mirror before he really believed it. After a quick look he headed off to his room to get ready for bed.

I was in bed when he returned and said that he was still a little shaken up so I lifted up the covers and let him in beside me. I held him close and we were soon asleep.

9

We separated and I reminded him we had to go the computer store and he soon returned without his restraints and appropriately attired for a trip to a computer store. We decided to eat out and were soon heading out the driveway in the suv. To anyone that saw us we must have looked like a typical father and son talking about little league or something while in reality we were talking about the intensity of our last S/M session together. As soon as we got out of the truck at the restaurant he immediately changed the subject to computers and stayed on that topic until we were back in the truck when he immediately returned to S/M questions. He seemed to be getting more amazing every day I thought as we left the restaurant and I headed for the computer shop.

All the parts were in stock and we were soon back home and I was showing him how to remove the cover on the old computer. He was a little apprehensive but after I showed him how, he changed the processor and added the memory and when it restarted and worked fine his confidence level took a big jump. He did most of the work on the new one and when it started he was ecstatic. I showed him how to set the bios and gave him the Windows disk and told him just to run it and answer all the questions while I went to make lunch.

He was just doing the final restart when I returned with a sandwich for him and he thanked me for showing him how to assemble the machines, telling me he liked learning things like that but no one ever took the time to show him before. The house had network cables installed in every room so it didn't take long till we had everything set up and he could access the Internet from his bedroom. I thought about warning him about chat rooms, but I figured anyone dumb enough to answer someone claiming to be a eleven-year old boy who loved to have his back whipped and give blowjobs was too stupid to find him even if he sent them a map.

We went for a swim and had just finished supper when the phone rang. It was Bobby's mother calling from Arkansas, collect naturally, and she asked to talk to him. I gave him the phone and went into the next room to give him some privacy but I could still hear some of the conversation.

"Yeah, really nice, lots of fun, really good."

After about ten minutes he called to me and as I took the phone from him he motioned that he was going upstairs. I nodded that I understood and started talking to his mother. She made a lot of small talk asking if he was behaving himself and telling me that it sounded like he was having a really good time, and then after a long pause she dropped a bomb on me.

She told me the reason she had to go to Arkansas was because her husband had a parole board meeting this morning and had just been released after doing half of a thirty-year sentence for murder. I quickly did the math and figured out that this wasn't Bobby's father we were talking about, which she confirmed, saying he didn't even know about Bobby and he would probably kill them both if he found out. She then went on to say that she'd considered all her options and the safest thing for Bobby was if she moved back east with her husband and didn't ever tell him about Bobby.

I couldn't believe what I was hearing but she went on to explain that she didn't even know for sure who Bobby's real father was or even how to find any of the possible men, and that none of her relatives even knew that she had a son. She then said that he seemed to really like me so she was hoping that I would take care of him, and if I couldn't, I could just drop him off at children's services. She told me were Bobby's birth certificate was hidden in their apartment, and that he had a key. She then apologized and after saying that she wouldn't interfere with his life any more and was throwing the paper away with my phone number on it she hung up.

I sat there for a few minutes, just listening to the static on the phone, and then, resisting the urge to slam it down, I gently hung it up. I was on an emotional roller coaster, feeling rage one minute and sadness the next. I realized that she was doing what she had to do to protect Bobby but I couldn't believe how she got them into that situation in the first place. It did explain why Bobby wasn't allowed to answer the phone and why he was so good at deception. I tried to figure out what to do next, and although I wasn't sure of my next move, I was sure that he wasn't growing up in the foster care system if there was anything I could do about it.

I went slowly upstairs as I tried to figure out how you tell a kid that he was never going to see his mother again, and still had no clue what to say when I got to his room. When I looked through his doorway and saw him happily playing with his computer I was tempted to put off telling him, but after taking a deep breath, I stepped into his room. He saw me out of the corner of his eye and turning his head he asked how many more days we had together before he had to go home. When I didn't reply I could see him looking closely at me, and then he got out of his chair and walked over and hugged me around my waist.

"You are home." I replied.

We sat down on the edge of the bed and he cried as I told him truthfully what his mother had said to me. When I finished he asked me if he had to go to an orphanage, and I assured him that I was going to do my best to make sure that he never did, and although I wasn't sure how I was pretty sure that I could prevent it. He was a little relieved to hear that but continued crying as I sat beside him trying to comfort him. Eventually the tears stopped and he went deep into thought as he sat leaning against me. After a long time I could see the look on his face change from one of sadness to anger and determination. After a couple more minutes he stood up and asked me to follow him to the kitchen when we got there he asked me to sit down and wait for him to call me. With that he headed downstairs.

He'd made a decision, I didn't know what it was, but I trusted his intelligence enough to know that it must be right for him. I heard the weight machines crashing in the basement and could tell by the sound that he was working them hard and fast. I didn't think he could keep up that pace for long but his emotions must have been giving him amazing strength and endurance because it was almost two hours before the basement fell silent.

Soon I heard a noise then I heard him call my name. When I got downstairs I saw the dungeon door was open so I went in closing the panel behind me. When I got to the end of the corridor I couldn't believe what I saw. He was naked hanging from the spreader, his feet almost two feet [60 cm] off the floor. There was a stool lying on its side across the room where he'd kicked it to after hooking himself to the bar. He was breathing hard, covered in sweat and every muscle in his body looked to be pumped. His hair was stuck to his chest where he must have put it before attaching himself to the bar and I could see he showed no sign of erection at all.

All he said was "Back, hard, now, till I say stop!" and he looked over at the heavy cat he'd put on the bench.

I picked up the whip, and although I didn't feel right about it, I trusted his judgment and stepped beside him. I gave him a fairly hard lash to the center of his back and he immediately said "harder!" I hit him a little harder and he said "harder!" I hit him a little harder and told him that that was as hard as I'd go. "A lot then!" was his reply so I set about covering his sweaty back with hard lashes. Although I'd whipped him before this wasn't the same person. He just hung there and the only response he gave was an occasional twitch when the whip hit a tender spot. I paused and went in front of him and saw that instead of the glassy blissful look in his eyes that he had when he was in his zone all I saw was anger. I could see that he was still completely soft and was getting no pleasure from this at all. All he was getting was pain and that's all he wanted right now.

He looked at me and asked for more so I went back beside him and continued. I'd long ago run out of clear skin and was now putting lashes on top of welts but aside from the occasional twitch he gave no response. I really wanted to stop, but if I stopped before he told me to, the whole thing would be ruined for him, so I trusted him and kept lashing away at his back. Finally after over a hundred lashes he said "enough."

I dropped the whip and stepped in front of him and although he was still soft the look in his eyes had changed to a look of peacefulness. He's done what he had to do I thought as I carefully carried him upstairs and put him face down on his bed. I removed his wrist cuffs and went to my room to get something for his back. I had some cream that I'd gotten from the shop were I'd bought all the dungeon supplies and now I was really hoping that it worked as well as the salesman said it did. When I got back to the room I was feeling really guilty about what I'd done until he looked up at me and said, "Thank you, I feel a lot better now."

I sat down beside him and I could tell that he was crying again so I warmed up some of the cream between my hands and started to gently put it on his back. I could feel him flinch as I touched some of the worst spots but when I apologized he said it was ok and the cream was making it hurt a lot less. When I finished I got up to leave but he asked me to stay with him so I lay down beside him. He turned his head to me and gave me a weak little smile that made me feel a lot better. We lay there for a long time just looking at each other and occasionally talking. Finally sometime after midnight he looked seriously at me and said, "I guess some mothers are just baby makers too."

With that he put his head down and went to sleep. He'd put his mother out of his life and I never heard him mention her again. I lay there for a while and watched him sleep as I wondered what our futures held. I soon decided that the present was more important right now and Bobby was going to need me tomorrow so I put my head down and went to sleep.

10

"Can I get it done too?"

"It's a pretty big decision and I understand it's really painful for a while."

"Why do you think I want it?"

I told him that he couldn't really do anything like that until we figured out how we could stay together as a family but if we got that worked out I'd think about it. I showed him how to use a search engine and while he learned all he could about piercing I went to make lunch. I called up to him to see if he thought he could make it down to eat lunch and he said he'd be right there. When he got there I saw that not only was he moving much easier but also that his shorts were tented and his nipples were showing definite signs of being played with. While we ate he told me all he'd learned, and about a place that he'd book marked that sold everything you needed by mail order. I reminded him that we had to become permanent first and he said we'd figure that out right after lunch. After putting more cream on his back, and noting that the marks were fading fast, we went into the study to figure out how we were going to have a future together.

We sat there for hours trying to figure out how I could adopt him without the possibility of children's services taking him away from me and putting him into foster care. I knew it was possible for a single person to adopt but it wasn't easy and no matter what Bobby wanted there was a strong chance that they'd take him away. After several dead end ideas I was about to give up when, after a long silence, Bobby looked up at me grinning from ear to ear said.

"If you can't adopt me 3; then I'll adopt you!"

I started to laugh and he said.

"But I'm serious! Just change your last name to the same as mine and no one will ever know the difference!"

I was about to tell him all the reasons why it wouldn't work, when I realized that I couldn't think of any. I had no relatives and the only friends I had were back in New York and even they were more like casual acquaintances than close friends. The kid was a genius! All I had to do was legally change my last name and nobody would ever question that I wasn't his father. We both sat there for a couple more hours trying to figure out flaws to the plan and couldn't come up with anything that we couldn't work around. I was so happy that I scooped him off the sofa and gave him a big hug, completely forgetting about his sore back. When I remembered I quickly eased my grip and when he leaned back I was glad to see him still smiling happily.

"Sorry about that."

"I liked it 3; do it again."

"You little scamp!"

"Can we order the piercing kit now?"

"Not yet, but you'd better show me the website. With a little luck we might need it soon."

We went happily up to his room to see the website and I noticed that he was moving normally and you had to look really close to see any marks on his back at all. I'd have to get some more of that cream I thought, and then thinking of Bobby's appetite for the lash, I wondered if they sold it in fifty-five gallon [200 liter] drums. He excitedly showed me the site, and what he thought was needed, and I noticed that they had a store in L.A. I was hoping that this all worked out and we'd soon have to go there. I asked him if he felt well enough to go out and he said he felt great, so I told him to put on his old clothes and we'd go to his old home to get his id and anything else he wanted.

I went downstairs and called my lawyers office and made an appointment for the next day. I'd used him to solve the legal mess when I was buying the house and he really knew his stuff. I'd given him some stock tips that I know he made a killing on and once when I asked him if he had a family he told me he and his wife had tried to adopt but because they both worked children's services deemed them unfit. Both of those things made him ideal for what I needed, he hated children's services, and he owed me a favor.

Bobby came bounding down the stairs looking like a perfect little street urchin and just as I was about to ask he showed me his key and went running into the garage. By the time I got there he was already sitting in the passenger seat of the old pickup and we were soon rumbling down the road to his old home. We checked the mailbox and found something from the school so we took that and left the rest in the box.

Inside the apartment we found his id and when I asked him if there was anything else he wanted to take with him and he instantly said no. We went out to the truck and he didn't even look back and I figured he must have gotten closure on all that part of his life last night. As soon as we were back to the truck he was right back to his old self, laughing and having a great time. After eating out we went home and tried to relax but we were both anxiously discussing our early meeting with the lawyer. I put more cream in his back and we went to sleep in our own beds for the first time in many nights.

11

I went out to the reception area and waited nervously while he talked to Bobby. I knew Bobby wouldn't just tell him any of our secrets but I knew this lawyer had worked as a prosecutor for several years and had extracted confessions out of some pretty wily criminals. I grew even more concerned when I heard Bobby's voice coming through the door loudly saying 'child molester' and then after a short delay 'pervert'. About five seconds later the door opened and Bobby came stomping out looking quite angry but as he stormed past me he gave me a little smile and a wink before throwing himself violently into the chair beside me. I got up and headed for the open door expecting the lawyer would want to talk to me again but he appeared in doorway, red-faced, and said, "I'll call in some markers, you can pick up your new name in the morning!"

Then he closed the door almost in my face. On the way back down in the elevator I asked Bobby, "What happened in there?"

He looked up and smiled.

"Hope I wasn't too hard on him."

When we got back to the car he told me what had happened. The lawyer had asked him all the usual questions like if he liked living with me, and what we did together. Then he started to ask him if I ever did any thing to him he didn't like or if I ever made him take his clothes off, or if I ever put my penis up his bum. Bobby saw a way to end the interrogation and pounced! He acted really mad and said.

"You must think he's a child molester, and he isn't, but asking me dirty questions like this, you must be some kind of a pervert!"

"Hope I wasn't too hard on him." He repeated.

It's a good thing he told me before I left the parking garage because I almost fell out of the car. We sat in the car and roared with laughter and it was almost ten minutes before I could drive. We drove around for a while both of us feeling really happy, and I made a few stops on the way. At two of the stops I parked so that Bobby couldn't see where I was going and asked him to wait in the car. When I returned with my purchases I put them in the trunk and wouldn't let him see what I'd bought. We spent the whole day just driving around, shopping and generally having fun enjoying each other's companionship.

After eating supper at a restaurant and unpacking the bulging trunk of the car we separated to put away our purchases. I hid the two that I'd bought and I went in to see how he was making out. He was almost done when I got there and I asked him how his back felt. He told me it felt great and took off his shirt so I could look at it. I told him I didn't see a thing and after a comment from him about it being almost time to do it again he asked me to rub some cream on it anyways because he liked the way it felt when I did it. After putting some on his back and at his insistence his front, 'just in case', I asked him what he wanted to do next. After some thought he asked if the fireplace in the living room worked and I told him it had better, it cost me enough to have it rebuilt.

Even though it was a warm night we were soon sitting on the sofa watching the fire. When the fire got going really well he said 'back in a second' and ran up to his room. He returned with his worn old tee shirt and shorts and asked if he needed them any more. I said I didn't think so and he tossed them onto the fire. He then came back and curled up beside me to watch them burn. He could have just thrown them into the trash but this seemed to have more finality for him.

When they were completely gone he excused himself again and ran upstairs to my room and when he returned he took off his shirt and handing me the nipple clips asked me to put them on him but not to tight. I reclined against the arm of the sofa and slid back making room for him in front of me. We lay there contently as I tweaked his clamped nipples and we both felt happier than we ever thought possible.

12

After a quick stop at the dmv for a new drivers license and to change the ownerships to my vehicles, I was off to the bank. Things went reasonably well there until I told them I wanted to open a checking account and get an atm card for an eleven-year old. The manager said they didn't like to do that, but when I mentioned the really competitive rates at the bank across the street, he couldn't wait to do it for me. I showed him Bobby's birth certificate and I was on my way home. Bobby was still mowing the lawn so I ran out to where he was working and when the tractor stopped I told him to sign the piece of paper that I had and to think of a five-digit number that he could remember and he gave me one. Telling him everything was going great I headed back to the bank and Bobby went back to his lawn mowing, looking a little confused, but happy that everything was going well.

By the time I got back Bobby was just going to put the tractor away so I yelled at him to meet me in the study when he was done. He came right away and asked what was up. After telling him that everything went great I asked him the number he'd told me earlier and he recited it instantly. I told him it was important to never forget that number or to tell it to anyone else. He understood so I showed him the card that went with it and said I'd show him how to use it the next time we saw a machine. I then showed him the checkbook and explained how that worked and gave him one of the branch managers cards and wrote his account number on the back of it. He understood and wanted to try writing a check. He filled in everything for a one-dollar check and asked me what the date was, so he could fill that in too. I told him and he started to write it in when he stopped and asked.

"Is that really the date today?"

"Yes it is."

"Hey! It's my birthday!"

"No way!"

"There's been so much happening lately that I forgot all about it!"

"Great! Happy birthday 3; I suppose I'll have to get you a gift."

I looked at his birth certificate and sure enough it was his birthday and after making me promise to give him a spanking later, he finished writing the check. He did a good job, everything was easy to read, and I noticed his signature was identical to the one he'd given me earlier. He asked me a bunch of questions and when I'd answered them I told him about certified checks and the card from the bank manager in case anyone ever doubted him. We sat there a long time as I tried to tell him everything he needed to know, and he seemed to understand, and as usual was eager to learn. Then he asked why he needed to know all this because he didn't have any money anyway.

To answer his question I told him to boot up the computer on the desk and log onto the Internet, and after he'd done that I gave him the web address for the bank. Once on the bank's website I showed him were to type in his account number and pin, and having done that, all his account information came onto the screen. He looked at it for a while and got a chuckle out of seeing his name on the Internet, he continued reading all the information and then asked me what that number was, pointing to his balance. I told him that was how much money he had in the bank, and he said that he knew that, but he didn't understand how to read a number with that many columns.

"That's says twenty-five million," I said.

"Does that mean that I've got twenty-five million dollars in the bank?"

"That's what it means."

"That's a lot!"

"It's enough for you to live comfortably for the rest of your life, even if something goes wrong and we get separated."

I quickly showed him my new drivers license with the name change on it and then I stepped across the room and sat down to let him absorb everything that had just happened. He had a lot to think about, an hour ago he was a penniless eleven-year-old, and now he was a twelve-year-old multi-millionaire. After a while he came over and sat quietly beside me. I put my arm around his shoulder and after a few minutes he looked up and said.

"Thanks dad," and he reached up and gave me a kiss on the cheek.

The dad part threw me for a second but when I recovered I replied.

"You're welcome son 3; Happy birthday."

"Happy birthday too you too." He said, explaining that with me getting my new name today it was almost the same as my birthday. We sat there for a while, both deep in thought, before he looked up and said.

"You're a great father, even if you didn't make the baby."

I felt like crying but we laughed instead and getting up we set about planning what to do to celebrate our birthdays. He went off to shower and change and when he returned I told him to put his atm card in his wallet and we'd go to the mall to buy gifts for each other. He stopped dead in his tracks and stood looking up at me. I thought about what could be wrong, and started laughing, twenty-five million in the bank and he didn't own a wallet.

13

I went upstairs, and returned with the packages from the closet were I'd hidden them, and handed the larger package to him. When he opened it up and looked inside he got really exited. There were several leather harnesses inside and a small set of tan colored restraints. He wanted to try the restraints on right away and as I put them on, I explained that they were less bulky than what he had been wearing because they were narrower, and locked on instead of having adjustable buckles, but while they were too narrow for suspension, they were strong enough that he'd never break out of them. They fit perfectly and after showing him the popup D rings I told him they looked really good on him. He ran off to find a mirror and when he returned he agreed that they looked great.

I then handed him the last package and after looking inside he attacked me. He was climbing all over me, hugging me, kissing me, and just generally mauling me. When he calmed down a little he went back to the package and started going through the contents, looking at the kit first and then opening up the jewelry box and looking at the two little gold rings inside. I'd bought small rings, only slightly over half an inch [13 mm] in diameter, which, although they looked permanent, were easily removable. When he took off his shirt, and took one out of the box and held it up to his left nipple, I could see that I'd made the right choice.

He asked when we could do it, and I told him that we had to read the instructions first, but if we had everything we needed, there was no time like his birthday. As he opened the kit and brought the instructions to me I looked at his tiny little nipples thinking that I'd probably never see them that small again. I was right, by the time we finished reading the instructions they were already considerably larger. The instructions were easy to understand and the kit was complete, and as the box said. "All you need to add are the nipples!" so we were ready.

I asked him if he wanted to be strapped down to the bondage table downstairs but he said that, although he liked being tied up, he wanted to do this unrestrained. I had a quick vision of getting the needle halfway through and him jumping and ripping his nipple off, but I understood that he knew his limits pretty well, so I trusted his decision.

We decided that the bathroom in my room had the best light so I picked up everything and headed upstairs. He said it was too bad we couldn't tape it so I told him to get his camcorder and told him were the tripod was in my 35mm camera bag. We got everything ready and just before I put on the gloves I hit record on the camera. He'd worked his nipples into full erection and he was sitting on the vanity waiting to begin.

We found that if he sat with his arms at his sides and leaned forward slightly that it made the best target. I felt like I should ask him if he was sure about this but I knew him well enough to know that he was. I stepped forward, and after lining everything up and telling to take a deep breath, I carefully pushed the needle through his left nipple. It went through straight and clean. It must have hurt terribly but he didn't flinch or cry out he just slowly let out his breath. He'd asked to have both piercings done first so I used the second needle that was in the kit and we repeated the whole process on his right side. He took it equally well so I stepped back to check my work and was relieved to see that both needles were perfectly level and in just the right spot through the nipples. He must have been hurting but he was giving no outward signs of it, aside from the big bulge in his shorts. I asked him if he was ready for the rings and he was so I carefully replaced the needles with the tiny gold rings and swabbed the area again.

When I stepped back and looked he excitedly asked me if they looked Ok and I told him they looked great. Jumping down off the vanity he hurried into my room to look in the mirror, and after removing the gloves and turning off the camera, I went to see if he liked them. He loved them! He was standing in front of the mirror, posing, and seeing how they looked from all possible angles. When he saw that they looked good no matter how he looked at them, he stopped posing and looked straight on at his reflection in the mirror, and putting his right index fingernail under his left nipple ring, he gave it a little flip. I saw him flinch slightly for the first time since we'd begun. He turned around and said.

"They're sore but they look and feel great."

"I don't know how they feel but I'll agree that they look great."

He started to run towards me and was about to jump up to give me a hug when he must have thought of the consequences of our chests slamming together and stopped himself just in time.

"Maybe you better just bend over for this."

I bent over and he put his arms around my neck and after giving me a hug and a kiss he softly said.

"Thanks dad. You did a great job."

14

There was a belt that went around his waist and to my surprise it tightened right up and still had notches left over. Next was a crotch strap that was wide in the groin area and tapered to a narrow strip to go between his cheeks. We worked his prick and balls through the hole in the crotch section and I adjusted the straps where it attached to the belt so it fit tightly but he wasn't going to lose the family jewels. I was trying to figure out the upper part and he was squirming around getting used to the feel of what we had already put on him when he suddenly said.

"Hey this is almost the same as the one Tim had!"

I thought for a second and said.

"You little scamp, you've been reading the story I downloaded!"

"If you didn't want me reading it you shouldn't have left it hidden on your hard drive," he laughed.

I was putting the rest of the harness on him as I told him I hadn't finished the story yet, and asked him if the last part was as good as the first. He told me it was good but he thought it had a sad ending, and when I asked him what happened, expecting to hear about a death or something, he told me that Tim finally got his first real whipping, but because his joints were sore, he got it on his front instead of his back. Bobby said that he thought everybody's first good whipping should be on their back. Quite a tragic ending, I thought as I did up the last buckle on the harness, and deciding to see if he remembered any more of the story I said, "Present!"

He thought for a second and started to move into the position when he yelled, "Ouch!"

We both remembered his freshly pierced nipples a little too late, and when he'd thrown his hands behind his head and spread his elbows, the quick stretching in his chest almost dropped him to his knees, but he was still trying to get into the position.

"Don't do it! Stop trying to do it!" I yelled, and was relieved to see him slowly bringing his arms back down to his sides.

"I'm really sorry about that. I forgot about your nipples."

"Don't feel bad, I forgot too! Until I started to spread my elbows that is, then I remembered real quick 3; and they're my nipples!"

We both had a good laugh and when we calmed down he went up to my room to see how he looked in the mirror. He came back and wanted a couple of the straps shortened so it felt tighter and when I did I was surprised that they still had even tighter adjustments than what he wanted. Either there are more people like us around L.A. or there are some pretty kinky midgets, I thought, as I tried to imagine how small someone would have to be to need the tightest adjustments. Bobby said that felt good and he asked me if I liked it. In addition to the lower part it had a wide collar for his neck and a strip of leather running from the collar down the middle of his chest to the belt around his waist. There was a similar strap on the back and both had a large D ring at about nipple level. I told him it looked really good and I especially liked the way the crotch strap spread his cheeks slightly and made his bottom look even cuter than it normally was. He said that was good, because he seemed to remember something being said about a birthday spanking and walked over and lay across my lap, being careful not to jar his rings. I held onto the back strap just above the belt and gave him twelve playful swats on his cutely spread cheeks and then one really light swat and helped him to stand up.

"I hope you're happy now son!" I said in my most parental voice.

"I'm sorry dad, I'll try not to let it happen again," he said childishly.

He stood there rubbing his bottom for a couple seconds and we both cracked up. I slid back in the chair and spread my legs and he sat down between them. He raised his arms slightly and after I'd slipped mine through he leaned his back against my chest. We sat there for a long time, doing what we did best, just talking and enjoying each other's company. He asked me what the little spank at the end was and I told him that it was the one to grow on but I love him so much the way he is right now that I didn't want him growing up too fast. He giggled and pressed his back a little harder into chest and I sat there in silence softly stroking his belly and chest, staying well clear of his tender nipples.

15

When he came back I asked him if he wanted me to take the harness off but he said that it felt good and he wanted to keep it on until the morning. The chains were still there from the last time so he lay on his back and I hooked up the ankle cuffs and waited as he slowly raised his hands over his head getting used to the stretch on his nipples.

When he felt reasonably comfortable I hooked up his cuffs and climbed into the other side of the bed. I looked over at him and just lay there watching him as he fell asleep. His nipples were looking better already and because of the way his arms were the rings were lifted slightly off his chest. Happy birthday son, I thought as I drifted off to sleep.

After unlocking him and removing his harness in the morning, I asked him how his rings were feeling and after giving one a little tug he said they were sore but getting better fast. The house was looking a little messy and the dirty clothes were piling up so after breakfast we decided to do a little cleanup. We went around picking up his clothes that he'd left wherever he'd stripped them off, (Something that I wasn't about to complain about!) and he set about putting everything away in the dungeon as I went upstairs to do some laundry and clean the bedrooms. As I was checking the pockets before putting the last load in the washing machine I found the letter from the school so after starting the machine I took it downstairs for him to open. It was a note asking him to call his teacher at the school sometime in the next week, and since our cleanup was almost done, he decided to call her right away. When he came out of the study I could see that he was depressed so I asked him what was wrong.

He explained to me that the computer class was being dropped for next year because there weren't enough machines and the call was so he could choose another subject to replace it on his schedule. He said he felt bad, not so much for himself, because he had a computer at home now, but for all the students that had no other way to learn about them, and he wished that there was a way to get the classes back. When I told him maybe there was a way he got really excited and asked me how.

"Why don't you supply the computers?"

"But I've only got one."

"And you've also got millions of dollars in the bank. I can't think of a better way to spend a little of it."

"Oh yeah, I forgot about that."

We made a quick plan and we were soon calling his teacher to set up a meeting. When she got on the phone I told her my name, and when I asked if Bobby and I could meet with her, she immediately assumed that I was his father, and she said that she'd be at the school all afternoon. When we found her we asked her if it was possible to save the course and she told us that everything was still in place they just didn't have the machines. She said that she would have to contact all the students again but she would be more than happy to do that if it meant that they would get some computer time. I told her I knew a millionaire that was looking for a good tax deduction and if she could get a receipt for him I was pretty sure that he'd be happy to donate the machines as long as he could remain anonymous.

She said that there was no problem with that and was thrilled with the prospect of having the course available again. She told Bobby that because there were fewer students next year in the grade that she'd been teaching, she was teaching the next higher grade next year, and she saw on the schedule that he was in her class again. He was happy about that and I could tell that they liked each other, as she went on heaping praise on him as her best student and how smart he was. She told us that she thought they would need at least ten machines and she said what type was required. Suddenly Bobby said.

"Maybe I can take a double computer class since the doctor says I can't do gym anymore."

She looked at him sadly, thinking that the smog was claiming another victim and said. "We usually need a note from the doctor but I'm sure we can work something out."

He's pretty good with teachers too I thought as we started to leave, promising to let her know as soon as we knew more. She walked us to the door and when we were part way to the truck Bobby suddenly turned and ran back to where she was standing yelling.

"Look what I got for my birthday!"

I almost died! I looked around in shock, thinking that I would see him hiking up the front of his shirt to show off his nipple rings, but was relieved to see him pull out his wallet instead. I waited for him in the pickup and when he got there he was grinning from ear to ear and looked up at me and happily said.

"Gotcha!"

I realized that I'd just been had by a pro.

"How'd she like your wallet?"

"She said it was nice. Look she even gave me a dollar to put in it."

We both had a good laugh as I left the school and we headed for a large computer store that I'd always found to have good value on complete systems. On the way we discussed what he should get and after he told me how the bigger kids always got the most time by intimidating the smaller kids we decided that it would be best if he got enough so no-one had to share. We also decided that it made more sense to get them a little faster than what she thought was needed because the price wouldn't be much more and they'd take a little longer to become obsolete. Bobby told me that since it was his money that he wanted to try to do the deal himself so after reminding him to watch the body language of the people he was dealing with and giving him a few tips and suggestions we went into the store. Bobby went to the computer display area and I went to look in the software department so I could watch from a distance what happened in case he needed help.

If anyone needed help it was the sales staff! Bobby was brutal. He was first reluctantly approached by a teen geek who looked like he thought he was wasting his time but was probably either bored or he thought Bobby was going to steal something. Bobby did as I'd suggested and immediately asked to speak with the manager and teen geek soon reappeared with an annoyed looking middle-aged geek in tow.

Bobby then told him what kind of a machine he wanted and the guy showed him what they had. You could tell that he thought he was probably wasting his time, and even if the kid did buy a machine that teen geek could have handled the sale. He told Bobby the price and Bobby immediately asked him if he could do any better than that. The guy reluctantly said they might be able to move a little but they were running a tight margin on them and he couldn't do much. When Bobby asked him if he could do any better on thirty you could see for a second that the guy was seriously considering tossing him out of the store for jerking him around, then you could see him decide that he'd better play along, just in case.

"And just how do you plan to pay for these thirty computers." He asked thinking that would put an end to Bobby's little game.

"With a check if that's ok with you."

"That would be alright but on a check that big we'd have to call the bank to see if it was good," he said.

"No problem," said Bobby as he calmly gave him the banker's card and showed him where his account number was written on the back.

You could tell that he thought he was going to get laughed at when the bank found out that he was even considering taking a check from this little kid, but it would be worth it so he could toss him out of his store. Fortunately he used a phone near where I was browsing so I could hear his end of the conversation. He called the number on the card and asked for the person whose name was on it. After a brief wait he said who he was and then said.

"I'm sorry to bother you, but I've got this little kid in my store that wants to write me a pretty sizable check on an account at your branch."

He gave him the account number and waited for a second then he said, "Yeah about that old."

"His private account?"

"As long as it's under how much!"

"Seriously?"

"Christ I'd sell him the whole god damned store for less than that!"

The manager hung up the phone and stood looking like he'd just been hit by a truck. He took a deep breath and quickly scurried back to Bobby.

"Sorry for the delay sir, but everything checks out just fine, and I'm sure we can give you a really good deal on your thirty computers, sir."

They haggled for a while and finally struck a deal, after Bobby almost walked out when the guy said he couldn't include on site service for the price that Bobby was getting the machines for. They did the paperwork and they told him they'd deliver them to the school in the morning and keep the donor confidential. Bobby wrote him a check and left the store and I followed shortly after, but not before seeing the manager scurry over to teen geek and start telling him his unbelievable story. The next kid that goes into that store is going to get a lot more respect I thought as I exited the store.

We laughed most of the way home about the things that had happened in the store and I told him how proud I was of how he handled it. He'd bought the machines at twenty percent off list and got them to include delivery, setup, and onsite service. Just as we got home I remembered the part at the school about the doctor. Bobby told me he didn't want to take gym because he'd have to take out his rings everyday and we'd have to be really careful about marks on him so he tried the story about the doctor and thought if they insisted on a note that he wouldn't be any worse off. I told him that what he did wasn't very honest, but I thought to myself that it was pretty creative.

As soon as we got home we called his teacher at the school and Bobby gave her the good news. She was really happy that there were going to be thirty new computers delivered to the school in the morning and couldn't wait to start calling the students to tell them that the classes were back on. She wanted to talk to me so Bobby handed me the phone. She told me to be sure to thank my friend and I promised her I would. I gave her the new phone number and P.O. box for Bobby and asked her to call us when the computers arrived. I hung up the phone and told Bobby what she said. He looked really happy, and proud that he'd done something to help so many of his fellow students. He went to his room to clean his rings and soon returned shirtless to show me how quickly he was healing. They were looking good and he said they hardly hurt at all, and to demonstrate he gave one a little flip with his finger.

16

After attaching his two favorite spreader bars to his wrists and ankles, I snugged him up with the winch until he was lightly stretched but still comfortable, I went to the whip rack and selected a small cat that had about twenty tails that were fairly short and not much thicker than strings. As he'd asked me to I started to gently whip his chest, not really trying to hit his nipples, but lashing so easily that it didn't hurt to bad if I did. After about a hundred light lashes to his chest I started moving down to his stomach and had given him hundreds more lashes before getting to his now erect penis. The lashes were just enough to sting but he wanted a lot of them. I skipped over his genitals for now and started working down the inside of his thighs. He gave an occasional little twitch and I could tell by his eyes that he was pretty much into his zone and he really seemed to be enjoying himself. It took about three hundred lashes to get to his knees. I straightened up and gave him a long kiss on the lips and asked how he felt.

"Wow!"

I hadn't heard that word for a while so I figured that he was feeling pretty good. I moved his hair onto his chest but before going to do his back I reached down with my hand and slid his foreskin back and forth a few times before leaving it so the head was exposed to the cool air. As I stepped around to his back he gave a little moan and I knew he was in his zone. As I started to whip the top of his shoulders I decided to keep count as I worked my way down covering his back and sides with gentle but stinging lashes. When I got to the back of his knees he'd had just over twelve hundred lashes and there were no marks at all except a faint pink color to his untanned bottom. It was now time for the next part of his idea, and I went to the winch and slowly lowered him down onto his knees.

He still had the spreader between his ankles and had a little trouble keeping his balance at first but soon was kneeling reasonably comfortably, so I took off my shorts and stepped in front of him. He hungrily took me into his mouth and I leaned over the arm spreader and started whipping his back just slightly harder than before. He was really starting to moan and I was getting close too as he franticly worked me with his mouth.

Before we started he told me to winch him back upright and whip the bare head of his penis until he came if he didn't come before I finished, so not only was he sucking me and getting his back whipped, he was also trying desperately to come. I was getting really close so I started whipping his back as hard as I could without raising welts and after about twenty lashes stopped the whipping as I shot into his warm mouth. When I stopped coming I stepped back and noticed that his prick was spared this time, as I saw a puddle of sperm on the floor in front of him. I put my shorts back on and released his wrists and ankles. He stood up after a few seconds and I saw that he was recovering much faster than he did when he had fewer harder lashes.

I asked him how it was and he told me it was just as good as he'd hoped it would be, and instead of having just a few sore spots like he usually did, he felt tingly all over. We talked for a few minutes before I sent him to his room to clean his rings again and I told him to lie on his bed and wait for me. He ran off to do as I'd asked and after I'd put things away in the dungeon I went up to his room and found him on his bed waiting for me. I told him to lay face down, and although he was unmarked, I used the miracle cream and gave him a massage from head to toe as he told me everything he liked about the session we'd just had. He told me how he liked the little stinging lashes, and although they would never replace the hard ones he loved so much, they were a nice change.

He wondered aloud how many lashes he'd gotten and I told him I hadn't counted the front but he had over twelve hundred to his sides and back and I guessed about two thousand total. He was impressed, and asked if it was hard work to give him that many, and I explained that it was easier than I thought it would be, because they were light lashes, so I didn't have to concentrate on how hard, or were to give them to him. I gave him a little swat on his bottom and told him to roll over and taking some more cream I started to massage his front side being careful not to get any on his nipples.

We continued our discussion as I massaged him and when I was almost finished he was telling me how exciting it had been to be on his knees, sucking me, getting his back whipped, and trying to come, all at the same time, with the bare head of his penis sticking out ready to get whipped if he didn't. I told him it was really exciting for me too and he promised to try to think of more things like that for us to try doing. I finished the massage and after he thanked me, and said he'd liked it, I told him to clean his rings again in case I got some cream on them, and get ready for bed. As he was cleaning them he asked if he could sleep chained in my bed again? When I asked him if his nipples were still that sore, he confessed that they felt fine, he just really liked sleeping chained to my bed, so I was soon lying in my bed watching a chained boy sleeping peacefully beside me, wondering what tomorrow would bring.

17

While we were eating his teacher called so I put her on the speakerphone. She told us that the computers arrived and she said they were all working just fine and asked me if I'd had a chance to thank the rich person who donated them. I assured her that I'd thanked him right after supper last night, and Bobby and I smiled at each other.

She went on to say that she'd already excused Bobby from gym class for next year and the doctor's note wouldn't be necessary, but after checking the schedule she'd found that when his gym class was scheduled, the computer lab was supposed to be used by a grade three class that she hadn't been able to schedule a teacher for, because they were all busy with other classes. She then surprised us both by asking Bobby if he'd like to tutor the class instead of taking gym, assuring him that she'd help him with setting up the lessons. He was apprehensive, concerned that he wouldn't be able to teach them enough, but after she assured him that he was more than smart enough, and reminding him that if it wasn't for him arranging to get the computers, the students wouldn't have had any computer time at all, he agreed to give it a try. I told the teacher that I'd be happy to help him plan the lessons if she sent me the curriculum, and with that she thanked us for everything and said goodbye.

I was really proud of him but he was still a little apprehensive so I asked him what marks he got in all his years of computer classes and he told me he always got A's. So I told him he already knew the material, all he had to figure out was how to pass his knowledge onto the younger students, and being so close to their age, he should be able to make it easy for them to understand. That made him feel a little better and when I said how proud I was of 'my son the schoolteacher' he cracked up.

We'd finished lunch so we went off to shower and change so we could go to buy a bicycle, so the new teacher wouldn't miss any days of school. At the bike store I was amazed to see some bicycles costing thousands of dollars, but true to form, Bobby picked out a used bmx bike that looked a little rough but on close inspection was actually in very good shape mechanically and had been an expensive bike in it's day. It was priced at a hundred dollars but Bobby quickly had him down to seventy-five and the guy agreed to throw in two new tires and a helmet and a lock for another twenty. As we loaded his battered looking bike into the suv he explained that he didn't want an expensive new bike because people would want to know how he got it, and if it looked too good it would probably just get stolen from the schoolyard anyhow. I stopped into the alarm company's shop and bought a keypad, and after them telling me that it was 'so easy to install that a child could do it', I headed home to what I knew was going to be an ordeal.

When we got home I quickly helped Bobby install the new tires on his bike and after helping him adjust the fit on his new helmet he went to practice in the driveway. He was a little shaky at first but fortunately someone had taught him how to ride because even though I could ride myself I had no idea how to teach anyone how it was done.

After a couple hours and a few skinned knuckles I had the easy to install keypad mounted and programmed with the same number his bankcard used so he wouldn't forget it. Bobby was riding much more confidently by the time I called him to show him how to enter the number to open the gate and he insisted that I watch him 'pop a wheelie' as he went to put the bike away before supper. We finished the day watching movies and after I tucked him into his own bed and kissed him on the forehead I said that I was happy that we proved that we could make it through the whole day with no sex or whippings and still have fun together. He agreed that we'd had a pretty good day and said.

"Goodnight dad,"

"Goodnight son," I said as I turned out the light and headed for my room.

The next morning I awoke to a familiar sensation, and when I lifted the covers and looked down at my crotch, I was greeted by a smiling little blue-eyed face that said.

"It's tomorrow now! Time to get back to normal!"

18

When I'd retired and moved to L.A. I'd hoped to maybe someday find a soul mate, but I'd always envisioned her as a mid twenties California blonde, but although I ended up with someone about as different from that as possible, I'm certainly not disappointed. Bobby and I are still together and still very much in love with each other and in the last year we've had nothing but good times whenever we're together, which is as often as we can be. In a week we're leaving for a month long vacation, just driving around the country seeing as much of it as we can, with the possible exception of Arkansas.

Fate is a funny thing, and I can't help thinking sometimes 'what if.' What if the landlord had collected the rent a day later? What if Bobby's mother's husband hadn't been paroled? What if the contractor had finished the renovations on schedule? What if Bobby had gone for a walk instead of sitting on the steps sulking on that afternoon so long ago? I shudder whenever I think of the millions of minute changes that could have kept us from coming together and finding this total love and happiness we now share.

We've never heard from his mother and he hasn't even mentioned her. I don't think he'd go back to her even if she did contact him again. When he's at school, even though I try to keep myself busy all day, I still find myself looking at my watch all the time to see if I can go pick him up yet. We never argue and even when we disagree on something we have enough respect for each other's intelligence to listen to the other's reasoning and quickly come to the right decision.

The old F150 is running like a top, and although it's cost almost as much as a new one, Bobby's learned a lot and we had fun as we rebuilt it together. We were always careful not to make it look too good, and no one at his school even suspects that he is anything but poor like them. My concerns that his wealth would go to his head were completely unjustified, as he probably hasn't even spent a thousand dollars on himself in the last year, and the interest on his account has swelled it to well over twenty-seven million. Even I haven't spent much in the last year and it seems like as long as we're together we don't want much else.

I went to the school one day to sit in on the computer class he was tutoring, and really enjoyed watching him in action and as he tended to his students needs. I could tell that all the little girls, and even some of the boys, had quite a crush on him. He worried all year that he wasn't teaching them properly and they wouldn't learn anything from him, but when his class and the other grade three class were tested together at the end of the year he was surprised to learn that his class scored considerably higher than the class with the real teacher. The principal immediately asked him if he wanted to teach another class next year in any subject he wanted. I suggested to Bobby that he'd make a great Sex Ed. teacher but we quickly decided that the students and school weren't quite ready for that yet and he agreed to teach a computer class again.

Even with his own class to teach he still got straight A's on his report card and missing gym class hasn't hurt him at all. We work out together two or three times a week and the way he's filling out so nicely he's probably the strongest boy in the whole school. He's grown quite a bit in the last year but he's growing steadily and not in spurts so with the muscle he's put on in the weight room he still looks well proportioned. His suntan has gotten even darker, and since he's discovered nude sunbathing it now covers his whole body, and his rat-tail's almost blonde tip looks great ending just above his tanned bottom.

We haven't had any slip-ups, and as far as anyone knows we're a father and son that just get along better than most. His teacher has never questioned me being his father and seems happy to not have to deal with his mother anymore. Bobby's showing no decrease in his love of sex or pain, and although having his back whipped hard is still his favorite, we are always trying new things.

In fact as I'm typing this on my laptop I'm in the dungeon, watching him spin before me, suspended from the ceiling using the D ring on the back of the harness he got for his birthday last year. He's on about a forty-five degree angle to the floor, blindfolded, with his wrists tightly locked behind his back and his ankles locked to a spreader bar. I can hear the buzzing of the two vibrators, one on his erection and the other on a fine gold chain attached to his nipple rings, and below him I can see were he shot his first two loads tonight. I look at my watch and tell him "five minutes" and he starts to moan trying desperately to come a third time before his hour is up. I'm confident that he will, because he's asked me to whip the bare head of his penis if he doesn't, and in a year of using that threat against himself, he hasn't had it done yet, always coming before his self inflicted dead line expires. Life is good I thought as I said. "Four minutes!"

He just gave a contented moan and I see a slight smile forming on his lips, I know he will succeed again.

The End

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