Getting Even (m/b/t, Domination)
                                
                          Getting Even

     Anyone passing Charles Edward Clark on the street would just think he was a fat, plain-
looking nobody.  For many years he was.  Then he got the job at the Seven-Eleven convenience
store.  Now, at least when he was at the store, he was somebody.  The eighteen-year-old high
school drop out had money, he had position, and he had authority.  What more could a guy want?
People who did not know better might snort and say the position was just as a clerk, but it was
much more than that.  During his shift he was the only one in the store, which made him the man
in charge.  The owners depended on him, and so did the customers.
     He stocked the shelves.  He took the inventory.  He handled the cash register.  He signed
for the new deliveries during the day.  This was his store.  The punk kids who hung out in the
strip mall where the store was located knew it.  There was no foolishness when he was on shift.
They did need reminders about the rules of course, like the little snot-nose looking at the comic
books at the moment.  Charles did not mind that.  That was part of his job.  He marched over to
the boy.
     "Can't you read the sign kid?"
     Davey looked up at the clerk and tried not to show his irritation.  The guy was a jerk, and
everyone knew it.  Unfortunately there was not a thing anyone could do about it.  "Which sign?"
     "Don't get lippy with me, you spoiled little brat!"
     "I wasn't.  There's lots of signs," Davey replied at least half honestly as he gestured about
the aisle.  The boy looked up at the clerk with all the innocence a ten-year-old can muster, but the
wide-eyed puppy look was not going to work on Charles Edward Clark.
     "This sign, snot-nose.  No Browsing."
     "I wasn't browsing," Davey replied, although at ten years of age he was not sure what
browsing really meant.  The clerk suddenly grabbed the comic book he was looking at and put it
back on the shelf.  "Hey!  I wasn't finished looking at that!"
     "You're finished kid.  Now pick a comic or get out of here and let paying customers have
a chance to look."
     Davey looked up and down the aisle.  Other than a woman over where they sold the milk
and cheese and stuff, and a guy down the aisle looking at cans of dog food or something, there
was nobody in the store.
     "I haven't decided which one yet."
     "Tough.  You've had enough time.  Now get out of here."
     "I got a right."
     "Ya got no rights.  Now move it," the clerk said, giving him a shove.  The clerk was five
foot eight and at least two hundred pounds.  When you are four feet and eighty pounds, you can't
put up much of a fight.  You can, however, put up an argument.
     "Get your shitty hands off me!"
     Charles was about to retaliate but just then the woman went up to the counter with her
purchases.  Giving Davey a scowl, Charles went to serve her.  Rule one, paying customers got top
attention.  Davey returned to the magazine rack.  He considered his choices and finally made a
decision.  As the woman headed for the door he plunked the comic down on the counter and took
the crumpled bill and handful of coins from his pocket.
     "You can't buy this."
     "What do you mean?"
     "You're too young."
     "What do you mean too young?" Davey asked, wrinkling up his nose.  "I'm not buying
cigarettes or something."
     "You heard what I said, snot-nose, now move it."
     "No way, shithead.  I've boughten this comic before.  You don't got to be a certain age."
     "You do now," the clerk said smugly.  "Now get out of here before I phone the cops."
     Although he knew he was in the right, Davey knew he could do nothing about it.  It was
the first time the dumb clerk had played power games with him, but Davey had heard from others
who had been victims of his arrogance.  "Damn fucking shithead," he cursed as he headed for the
door.
     "I can have you charged for swearing!"
     "Kiss my ass!"
     The door was on a spring and Davey could not even have the satisfaction of slamming it.
He kicked the outside of the building, but it was too solid to make a noise, and there was no
satisfaction without at least a noise.  He kicked the gravel off the sidewalk into the street.  He
cursed every swear he knew, which was perhaps all of eight words.  He finally sat down on the
curb, his face beat red, his brown eyes now brimming with tears.  Brushing his thick brown hair
away from his eyes, he fought the temptation to cry.  He was big now, ten years old.  Big boys did
not cry over bullies.  They got even.
     A shadow passed over him.  As he looked up a Power Rangers comic, the book he had
tried to buy, dangled before him.  An X-men, the comic that had been his second choice, was with
it.  He looked farther up.
     Smiling down at him was the man who had been looking at the dog food or whatever.
     "He had no choice but to sell these to me," he said, still smiling.  Davey looked at the
comics and then back up at the man, not sure why he was showing him the books.  "They're for
you."
     "Geez, thanks, mister," Davey replied, quickly getting to his feet.  "But I only got enough
money for one," he said, as he dug in his pocket.
     "You don't have to pay me."
     Davey's guard went on full alert.  When an adult offered you something for nothing,
something was up.  Davey might only be ten, but he was no fool.  Besides, he had been warned
about such men, and told that boys with his cuteness had to be especially wary.  Nobody told him
exactly what to be wary about, however, or what being cute had to do with men offering him
things.  Adults did that.  They told you a little bit, but always held something back because you
were too young to know.
     "Why are you giving me these?"
     "The clerk had no right to refuse you."
     "Yeah. That's right for sure," Davey had to agree.  He lowered his guard a bit.  "Why'd
the shithead do that anyway?"
     "Power," the man said knowingly.  "Control."
     "Yeah," Davey said, understanding.  This adult was cool.  Most adults would just shrug
and say they did not know, really meaning that they did not care, or that he was a kid and
wouldn't understand if they tried to explain.  "He acts like the owns the store.  Always bossing
kids around, acting real smart, especially in front of girls.  I'd sure like to get even with him."
     "You can."
     "Huh?"
     The man squatted down and whispered.  Davey smiled and drew nearer.  This adult really
was cool.
     Six p.m.  Charles said goodby to his replacement and headed for his car.  He was feeling
fantastic.  It was Friday, today was payday, and he had a two-day holiday.  Getting into his car, he
buckled up and turned on the engine.  The sudden movement in the back seat scared the shit out
of him.
     "What the hell ."
     "Just turn around and pull out of the lot," came a deep voice.  "I'll tell you where to go."
The knife at his neck was all the convincing Charles needed.
     "Look, you want my money, you can have it.  No trouble, okay?"
     "Turn right at 67th."
     Charles began to sweat as they drove though the city and into the industrial area.  Charles
sweated easily, and as he glanced around the deserted streets, he had every reason to be sweating.
This part of town was old and the buildings dilapidated.  There was nobody around.  It was not
the part of town you wanted to be found in once it got dark.  They finally pulled up to an old brick
building that looked like it had not been used for a decade.  This was not good.
     "Get out of the car."
     "You can have it," Charles quickly replied.  "You can have anything you want, just don't
hurt me."  His heart was pounding furiously as he tried to think what to do, but Charles was not
very good at thinking on his feet.
     The man directed Charles over to the back of the building and he unlocked the door.  They
went straight down to the unlit, empty basement and the man herded Charles over to a corner.
Tying a rope around his right wrist and looping it over a ceiling beam and then back down, he tied
his other wrist so that his arms were spread part and Charles was stretched as far as possible
without lifting his feet off the floor.  The man tied his ankles to rings on the floor.
     Another figure moved in the shadows.  Charles tensed.  Tying him up in this position, and
there being two men, several possibilities ran through his mind, but none of them made sense.  If it
was a ransom they were expecting, he hardly made enough to make it worth the men's while.  If it
was sex they were expecting, that was a surprise because nobody had ever given any indication
that they were interested in his body, male or female.  In fact throughout most of his life he had
been teased or insulted because of his weight.  He was still a virgin, and likely was going to be so
for some time yet.  The person stepped out of the shadows.
     It was the dumb kid that he had tossed out.  Then he recognized the man as the dude that
had bought the two comic books.
     "What is this?" he asked the man, who simply glanced over at the boy and smiled.
     "Getting even time, dude," said the boy.  The man did not respond, and in fact gave no
indication that he had even heard Charles.
     "What do you mean?  Let me loose now," he demanded.
     "Kiss my ass."
     "You're going to be sorry."
     "I don't think so," the boy smiled, looking up at the man.
     "Go ahead."  The man answered the unspoken question as he smiled down at the boy.
     The boy stepped up to the teenager and unbuttoned his shirt. His chest was smooth with
just a tuft of hair at the V of his neck and a thin line down the centre.  His breasts were fat and
flabby, bigger than the boy's thirteen-year-old sister's tits.  He knew.  He had spied on her when
she'd taken a bath.  The boy undid Charles' belt and pulled down his fly.
     "What the hell do you think you're doing?"
     Davey continued, pulling down the young clerk's pants, and then his boxers.
     "Pervert!"
     The man opened a bag he had brought with him, and calling Davey over, he handed the
boy something.  The boy returned to Bobby with a wide grin, a leather strap in his hand.
     "Now we're going to get even, beginning with you paying for being such a smart ass this
afternoon."
     Davey slapped the teenager's fat butt with the strap and Charles jerked.  He whacked it
again, with all his strength and the whack echoed in the empty basement.  Charles' ass stung and
he could not help but jerk his body, but he refused to cry out.  No way was a snot-nosed kid going
to make him do that.  Davey struck it again.  Charles grimaced and bit his lower lip with the
searing pain.  Over and over the strap hit his ass until it was burning and Charles' lip was bleeding.
     Finally stopping, Davey stood in front of him and ran a finger down his chest, tracking the
line of hair.  He reached the patch of thick pubic hair and he ran his fingers through them
curiously.  He hadn't known guys got hair down there when they got older.  Charles watched
nervously but his mind was on the pain in his butt.
     Davey picked up the teenager's limp cock.  Charles opened his mouth, but then decided it
might be best to say nothing.  Davey slowly drew the skin back, exposing the reddish knob, and
then slid it back up as the man had told him to.  He repeated it several times, and despite his
circumstances, Charles felt pleasure rippling through his flesh and it began to swell.  Davey knew
the pleasure he was feeling.  He fiddled with himself sometimes.  He slowly drew the skin up and
down over the purplish-red knob a dozen times.
     A sudden, unexpected snap of Davey's finger against the knob of Charles' cock ended the
pleasure and Charles jerked with the pain.  Davey smiled up at him saucily as if to say, "that'll
teach you to mess with me."
     The man took out a magazine from his bag and walking over to Charles, held it up for him
to see.  It showed a handsome young man and a voluptuous woman coming out of a theatre and
driving to a secluded spot in his car.  The next two pages showed the young man stripping the girl
and her unzipping his pants.  Charles knew about such magazines, but he had never had the
courage to buy one himself.
     Although tied up and frightened, Charles felt his cock responding to the pictures of the
naked couple beginning to neck and he quickly turned his head away.  The man slapped his face
and told him to look.  His jaw aching painfully, he turned his attention back to the magazine.
Davey was not interested in the magazine, but he was in Charles' cock.  To the ten-year-old boy's
amusement, it slowly grew hard and rose up in the air.  He was, after all, a typical red-blooded
American boy.  Charles stared now at the magazine, unable to look the boy or the man in the eye.
He knew what had happened was normal and no fault of this own, but he felt ashamed of his
reaction, and even more ashamed that the other two could see his condition.
     Closing the magazine, the man handed something to Davey as he whispered in his ear.
Charles watched as Davey snapped a metal ring about the base of the teenager's cock.  Having
lead an innocent life, Charles had no idea what the thing was, or what having it on would do.  As
the boy took his hard cock in his hand and squeezed it, Charles turned a bright red.  Nobody had
ever touched him there before.  He was embarrassed, and confused.  Feeling Davey squeezing his
boner felt good, but Davey was male, and a child besides.  What he was doing should not feel
good!
     Davey stroked the boy's cock slowly as the man had instructed, his small, soft hands
causing thrills of pleasure to ripple through it.  He kept it up for about two minutes, working his
little fist up and down with a slow rhythm.  Then suddenly he stopped and let go.  Charles' cock
jerked up and down excitedly, eager for the hand to return and bring it off.  Instead, Davey
stepped behind Charles and walloped the boy's butt with all his might, replacing the pleasure with
an unexpected pain. Davey spanked his ass half a dozen times before walking in front of him
again.   "Beg for me to let you cum," the boy instructed, not knowing what that meant but
parroting what the man had told him.
     "Never," Charles replied although that was what he desperately wanted.
     The boy was glad.  He did not want this to end so soon.  Davey stroked the boy until he
was twisting and turning and sweat beaded on his forehead and trickled down his fat body as his
body ached to cum.  Then Davey walloped the eighteen-year-old's ass until pain overcame his
pleasure and the desire to cum subsided.  When that happened, Davey resumed the stoking and
repeated the cycle, jacking off the teenager until the boy looked like he was about to bust, and
then once again walloping his fat butt.
     "All right," the boy finally relented as one more time the ten-year-old's fist began to work
him toward a climax he knew he would never experience.
     "All right what?"
     "Let me cum."
     "Let me cum, Master, and say please."
     "Let me cum, master, please."
     "You got to say it louder, and like you mean it."
     "Please, Master, let me cum," Charles begged, his voice reflecting the urgency.  He was
speaking truthfully.
     Davey could not understand the pain the boy was evidently feeling.  He continued to
stroke the teenager's irritated cock for another half a minute just to show him who was the boss
here.  Finally releasing the ring, it only took him two strokes and the teen's ropes of cum shot out.
Davey stared at the unexpected result of his fiddling, and then up at the man questioningly, not
sure if this was supposed to happen.  The man's face was flushed and he looked just as hot as
Charles.
     "Thank him," commanded the man in a husky voice.
     "Thank you, master," Charles said, too relieved to argue.
     Smiling with satisfaction, the two left Charles hanging there alone, his shirt wide open, his
pants and underwear about his ankles, and his now limp cock dripping cum.  His body ached being
stretched like that and being on his feet for so long.  He also had to go to the bathroom.  Once
that thought crossed his mind, that was all he could think of.  Around midnight, the man retuned.
Slipping a leather hood over the head of his cock and clamping it tight, the man slipped a butt plug
up Charles' ass and strapped it in place.  The man left as suddenly and silently as he had arrived.
Charles had a long. restless sleep.
     The two returned late the following afternoon.  They undid the ropes and Charles slumped
to the floor wearily, his limbs too weak to support him.  They shacked his feet before sitting him
up.
     "So, how are you feeling today?" the man asked.
     Charles said nothing.
     "Hungry?" Davey asked.  Charles stared at him blankly.  "Thirsty?"  Charles was, but he
was not going to say so.
     Davey smiled.  "You'll talk," he said.   "You'll talk."
     The look in his eyes frightened Charles despite the fact the boy was only ten.  The man
approached him holding two alligator clamps with twelve foot long wires.  Fastening one to each
nipple, the man connected the two wires to what looked like a large battery.
     Seeing Charles' look of inquiry, and of fear, the man slowly smiled.  "Enough juice in this
baby to pack the wallop of two car batteries," he bragged as he connected a third wire which lead
to a device that looked like a remote control for a television.  He handed the device to the boy,
who looked at Charles evilly.
     "Ya gotta go to the bathroom?"
     Charles said nothing.
     "Your guts gotta be hurtin'."
     Charles stubbornly refused to speak.  The boy pressed a button and Charles could not hold
back the yelp of pain or the jerk of his body as the current passed through his teats.
     "How about your nipples then?" Davey asked with a grin.
     Charles gritted his teeth as Davy pushed the button again.  After the fourth jolt of searing
pain, it was evident the youngster was not about to give up.
     "All right, all right!" Charles panted.  "They hurt."
     "What does?"
     "My guts, and my nipples."
     "You sorry now the way you treated me in the store?"
     Charles hesitated and was rewarded with another jolt.  His nipples felt like they had been
pierced by a dozen needles.  "Yes," he lied.
     "Tell me you're sorry for the way you treated me."
     "I'm sorry for the way I treated you," Charles replied.
     "Like you mean it," Davey ordered and Charles jerked with the pain as Davey pressed the
button on the remote.
     "I'm sorry for the way I treated you," Charles repeated, meaning every word of it.
     "Beg for my forgiveness."
     "Please forgive me," Charles said sullenly.
     "That's not begging.  I want to really hear you beg."
     "Please," Charles said more sincerely, knowing the consequence. "Please forgive me for
the way I treated you."
     "There anything else you want?"
     Charles thought for a moment, not sure what the boy meant.  "Yes," he said hesitantly.
     "What?"
     "I need to go to the bathroom."
     "Yeah?  You think I should let you?"
     "Yes, please.  It is hurting."
     "Well, maybe, after you do a few things for me."
     Charles looked at the boy helplessly.
     "You will do a few things for me?"
     "Yes, of course," Charles replied, and the boy grinned.
     "Bark like a dog."
     Charles barked.  The man stood beside Davey and the two laughed.  The man slowly
slipped his hand in the back of Davey's pants and under the elastic band of his underwear.  Charles
continued to bark.
     "Okay, cluck like a chicken and pretend you're eating seeds on the ground."
     Charles began to cluck and to bob his head.  The man's hand extended down along
Davey's soft, naked,  tiny butt.  His finger slid along the crack until the tip reached his little
butthole.  He began to massage it gently.  Davey squirmed with the strange, exciting sensation.
     "Crawl over here on your knees and lick my shoes," ordered Davey
     Charles hesitated and was once again rewarded with a jolt of electricity.  As he began to
crawl over, the man rubbed Davey's butt hole more firmly with his index finger.  It was strange
being touched there, and Davey suspected the man should not be doing what he was doing, but it
felt so good he didn't object.  Besides, the man had been so good to him, there was no harm in
allowing him this.  It wasn't hurting anyone.
     Charles bent over Davey's feet.  He stuck out his tongue and ran it over the laces of his
runners.  Davey smiled and squirmed.  It felt good, the power, the control, humiliating the
shithead who had taken such joy in bossing him around, the man's finger on his butthole. . . .
     "Okay, that's enough," Davey finally said to Charles.  "You still need to go to the
bathroom?"
     "Yes."
     "Beg for me to let you take a pee."
     "Please, please let me pee.  My bladder is about to burst." Charles said desperately.
     "How about your asshole?" Davey asked, squirming as he felt the man pressing his
fingertip against his.  "How does it feel?"
     "It hurts too.  I have to take a shit bad.  Please remove the plug."
     "Well," Davey said teasingly as he looked up at the man, "I guess we can let him go to the
bathroom now."
     The man removed his hand from Davey's pants and smiled down at him.  Helping Charles
to his feet, he removed the clamp on his cock and the plug from his rectum.  Charles held back the
impulse to immediately relieve himself and waited for the man to release his shackles.  Instead, he
drew up his boxers and stood back.  Charles looked at one and then the other captor.
     "So what are you waiting for?" Davey asked with an impish grin.  "Go ahead."
     Charles glanced at him and then the man, and gave in.  He knew this was as much as they
were going to allow him.  His bladder was stretched to the limit, and once it began to empty there
was no stopping it.  His warm piss soaked into his boxers and flowed over his crotch.  His piss
began running down his legs in rivulets, much to the amusement of his captors.  Charles turned
red with embarrassment and with anger.  These two were going to pay first chance he got.
     The man slipped his finger down the back of Davey's underwear once again and resumed
massaging his little button.  Davey smiled as he felt the finger tip massaging him there again.  He
had never touched himself there, but it felt great, almost as good as when he fiddled with his
penis.  Watching the smartass bully from the store standing there pissing himself felt great too.
Never had Davey felt this good.
     It was several minutes before Charles' piss began to subside.  By then his crotch and his
pants about his ankles were soaked and he was standing in a pool of urine.  He debated if he
should shit or not, and decided he might just as well.  He could not feel any filthier or more
humiliated.  Charles opened his anus and began to empty his bowels.  The hot, soft paste oozed
from his stuffed rectum and began to fill his boxers.  He had to go badly and he stared down at the
floor in mortification as he shit himself and the foul odour wafted through the air.  He had
humiliated the kids that came to the store many times.  He had enjoyed it, so he knew now how
Davey was feeling.
     Power, control, pleasure, they were all etched on the young boy's face.  Davey's rectum
throbbed as he smiled at the sight of the humiliated clerk openly grunting and straining to empty
his bowels as if he was a little baby.  The pleasure of control was all encompassing and he thrilled
at the sensation as the stink from Charles' release filled the room.  He had to go so badly and
there was so much shit, it began to ooze out the leg hole of his boxers and down his thigh.  Davey
smiled up at the man beside him at the sight, and the man smiled back down and pressed his finger
against Davey's hole.  The man bent over and whispered in his ear.  Davey smiled.
     "You want us to let you go now?"
     Charles looked up at them, his eyes now reflecting fear.  Of course he wanted to go, but
he knew that leaving would not be that easy.  "Yes," he said softly, wondering what humiliation
they had in mind now.
     "You will have to make some promises."
     "I will," Charles said more confidently.  He would promise anything.  Once he was out of
there, that would be a different matter.
     "I will, master, you mean," Davey reminded him, pushing the button and sending a jolt
through his tits.
     "I will, master."
     The man unshackled his feet.  Returning to Davey, he crouched down behind him, and
reaching around in front of him, unbuckled his belt and drew down his fly.
     "No more bossing me around when I come in the store."
     "Of course."
     "Of course, master," Davey instructed, raising is voice with a hint of anger as he pushed
the button again.  He grinned as Charles winced in pain.
     "Of course, master," Charles grovelled.
     The man unsnapped the snap on his jeans and pushed them down.
     "Whenever I come in the store you'll buy me a slush."
     "Yes, master."
     The man slowly drew down Davey's tight, white briefs.  Davey felt strange standing there
in the basement with his pants and underwear about his ankles.  The man had promised that he
would stop any time Davey said.  Davey was uncomfortable, and embarrassed, exposing his
privates like this, but so far, his desire to please his new friend far outweighed any discomfort he
was feeling.  More important was that he felt safe with the man, and he wanted to make the man
as happy as the man had made him.  Looking down at the cowering, fat clerk, Davey was very
definitely happy.
     "You will do whatever I tell you to in the future."
     "Yes, master."
     Spreading apart Davey's cheeks, the man bent forward and inhaled.  The odour of the ten-
year-old's ass was heavenly.  The man inhaled deeply, savouring the aroma of boy.  He stuck out
his tongue and ran it along the crack.  The boy squirmed, and so did the man.
     "You're weak and useless," observed Davey, pushing the button now for the fun of it,
causing Charles to squirm with a far different reason.
     "Yes, yes I am.  Please, no more," Charles pleaded.  His teats felt so raw that his slightest
movement was painful.
     The man wormed his tongue into Davey's hole and Davey squirmed and giggled with the
sensation.  When the man had said he wanted to show him what it was like to get his ass kissed
for real, he had no idea it would feel like this.  He considered making the fat clerk promise to do
this to him, but then decided against it.  This felt too good, and he didn't want to share anything
pleasant with the dumb ass.
     "You're worthless."
     "Yes, master, I am."
     The man breathed deeply as he placed his lips against the boy's asshole.  Savouring the
boy's taste, the man licked and sucked on his hole as his hands caressed the boy's smooth, soft
butt.  The boy was so young and slender, the man could practically hold each cheek in his cupped
hand.  The man's cock throbbed and strained against the restraints of his jockey briefs as he
wormed his tongue into the boy's butthole.  Reaching around and fondling Davey's little penis,
the man tugged on it gently, bringing it pleasure too.  The boy's soft limp noodle soon was
transformed to a firm two-inch boner.
     For the young ten-year-old, this was like nothing he could have imagined in his wildest
dreams.  He had control over every move and thought of the dumb asshole from the store with
just a simple touch of a button, and at the moment he was cowering on the floor in front of him in
his soiled underwear.  The sense of power coursing through him was awesome.  So were the
feelings being created by the stranger he had met yesterday.  Davey did not know which was
better, having the man licking and sucking on his bum, or tugging on his little pee-er.  Opening
and closing his little hole as he felt the man's tongue darting at it, Davey quivered with the strange
new sensation.  Having fiddled with himself before, the thrills rippling through his irritated little
dick were not new, but were novel enough to still be awesome, and having those feelings created
by the man's big hand somehow made them seem even more powerful.  
     The man was feeling just as wonderful.  Having been able to help the boy get even with
the arrogant, demeaning clerk was great of course.  Pressing his face up against the ten-year-old's
soft smooth buttocks, and inhaling his unique aroma and savouring the taste of his young boy
asshole was fulfilment of his dreams.  Feeling the heat of the youngster's firm little pricklet in his
hand was an added bonus.  The pleasure in the boy's eyes as he looked at the humiliated, defeated
clerk, and the delighted squirming of his body confirmed that what they were doing was right and
proper.  It was more than right and proper, it was the way the world should be.
     With a sudden quiver, the man creamed his jeans.  As his shot throbbed out of his
untouched cock and filled his underwear, he sucked on the sweet boy butt hungrily, delighting in
its taste and smell as much as his orgasm and the feeling of his sticky cum oozing over his hot
cock and balls.
     Suddenly the boy jerked his hips back and forth rapidly and he whimpered with the first
dry orgasm of his life.  Davey gasped for breath as his body spasmed uncontrollably, as his cock
throbbed and ached with a delightful pain.  Never before had he felt anything like this.  He thrust
his hips madly, driving his burning little pricklet back and forth in the man's fingers.  His little boy
cock burned with a delightful pleasure, and as it jerked he opened and closed his asshole in unison.
     The man and boy savoured the moment as the excitement of climax swept over them and
then as a warm flush passed over their bodies.  Never had Davey felt so contented as he leaned
back against the man for support.  This was getting even time, and it was delightful.