StoTelAlex

The Incredible Italians

The Second Book of
The Adventures of Captain Steve Johnson

The next morning Steve woke up with the soft-skinned naked boy still in his arms. Carefully, Steve kissed the boy on his head. As a reaction, Patrick gave a soft approving moan, but kept on sleeping. Steve knew he should get up, but after all the bad news of yesterday and, now seeing the boy so calm, he couldn't bare to wake him up. So Steve kept the boy close to him until Patrick woke up by himself.

"Good morning, sleepy head."

"Oh shit. What time is it? I should have been up ages ago to do my chores."

"Calm down. My word over rules it all. So, when I say you can start your chores when you're fully rested, then that's how it's going to be."

Steve smiled at the boy and gave him a kiss on his forehead.

"But you're right. It's time we got up."

And, with that, both got out of the bed and Patrick waited for Steve to get dressed. From the corner of his eye Steve noticed that Patrick had a nice morning stiffy. He also noticed that the boy was staring at Steve's equipment. It made Steve wonder. Did Patrick have that hard-on because of the pressure in his bladder? Or did he secretly like what he saw on Steve? Steve didn't mention it and the two of them went downstairs.

At the breakfast table they were met by the rest of the household. Most of them were already half done with their eating. Patrick quickly joined the rest of the staff and helped with the serving.

After breakfast Steve asked Daniel and Benjamin and Dino into the study. There he confided to them what Patrick had told him the previous night.

"That's terrible!" Benjamin exclaimed.

"Yes," Steve said. "It also makes me second guess my intentions to have the boy as a slave in the same way as I had you."

"I can totally see what you mean," Daniel said, "but maybe all is not lost."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, I've noticed something about Patrick."

"What?"

"The way he looks at Dino and the rest of the boys. I think I've even caught him peeking at Roberto as he was going up the stairs."

"Peeking?"

"Yes. He was trying to look under Roberto's tunic," Daniel said with a smile.

"The little bastard," Steve said with a hint of pleasure in his voice and a smile on his face.

"You mean…?" Dino asked, not completely catching the underlying meaning.

"He means Patrick shows an interest in boys and the thing that makes them boys," Benjamin explained.

"But I wonder if, after what he experienced at the orphanage and what happened to his cousin, whether he would be willing to go that way," Daniel expressed his concerns.

"I know," Steve replied. "I have the same concerns. And that's where you and Benjamin come into the picture."

"How?"

Steve explained to them what he meant and afterwards Daniel and Benjamin were all for it.

That afternoon the two teenagers took the young boy into the garden. There they went to the rose garden and the statue. Daniel and Benjamin sat down on the bench with Patrick in the middle.

"Patrick, Benjamin and I want to tell you something about our personal history. Do you know the MacKersey's?"

"Yes, they're our neighbors. Usually we're on good terms with them. Why?"

And then Daniel and Benjamin told Patrick the whole story. From the day the MacKersey's abducted them and their mum, through the attack on the village and to how they came back to their home.

After they had told Patrick everything the boy was very quiet. He had a lot of information to process. So these were Scottish at one point? And Steve had sex with them? And they liked it?

"Patrick," Daniel said calmly, "I know this is a lot to take in right now. If you have any questions, don't hesitate to ask me or Benjamin, okay?"

"Okay."

"Unfortunately I'll be leaving the day after tomorrow, but Benjamin and Dino will be happy to answer any question you have."

"Can I ask you something right now, Sir?"

"Yes, of course. What is it?"

"How is it possible that you like it when people do stuff to you? I mean, Master is your father and I know he loves you, but how can he then do those things to you?"

"What things?"

"The… the butt-things."

"You're thinking of your time in the orphanage, right?"

Patrick slowly nodded.

"There is a very big difference between what happened in that orphanage and what happened between us and our dad. Our dad loves us and will not put his own pleasure before our well-being. Where your bullies had only their own pleasure in mind… while our dad did those things to us, he kept our well-being in mind; making sure he didn't damage us in any way."

"But didn't it hurt?"

"Patrick, if it is done right, it is pleasurable for both persons involved."

Patrick was thinking about everything that was being said. His young little mind was running in overtime. Benjamin looked at the boy and saw how puzzled the boy was.

"Patrick," Benjamin asked, "do you trust me?"

"Yes, Young Master," Patrick said with some hesitation in his voice.

"Would you let me do something to you?"

"Do you mean something from…?"

"No, no butt-stuff. I want to do something else and if you don't like it or I hurt you, you tell me immediately, okay?"

"Okay."

Patrick was still not completely at ease. What was his Master talking about? But before Patrick could think about it some more, he felt an arm going around his shoulder. Another arm was pulling on his legs. Finally, it dawned on Patrick. Benjamin wanted to take him on his lap.

Patrick took the position Benjamin had in mind for him and then things started to happen. Things Patrick hadn't expected. Benjamin started to kiss him. Patrick felt the warm, wet lips of his Master on his own. Patrick felt things he couldn't describe. He liked it… that much he knew. But what were these feelings he felt? It felt so good.

Suddenly he felt that someone was touching his private parts. His first reaction was to push them away. But the hand and fingers didn't hurt him. Instead they were stroking his genitals in a very loving way. It was more like his young dick and balls were being caressed. Patrick felt the feelings getting more and more intense. His small dick had now also grown. It felt hard.

Suddenly the hand left and was replaced by something warm and wet. Patrick didn't see what it was. He had his eyes shut because of the great feelings he was experiencing. Even if he had tried to look he wouldn't have seen much since Benjamin didn't stop kissing him. Therefore, Patrick didn't know that it was Daniel's mouth. The older brother had now knelt in front of the bench. And while the younger brother was kissing the beautiful ginger boy on the mouth, Daniel was licking and sucking on the boy's sensitive member. Patrick didn't know what was happening to him, but he did know he didn't want it to end.

The feelings were building up suddenly and Patrick felt he was loosing control. With a loud moan his body started to shake. Wave after wave of warm feelings washed over the young boy. It took a while before he slowly returned to his normal self.

"Wow! What was that? I never felt anything like it!"

"That was an orgasm," Daniel explained, "the same thing that those boys in the orphanage had when they raped you."

Patrick bowed his head. He was clearly thinking hard, trying to make sense of it all.

"So this is what those boys felt?" Patrick thought out loud.

But then his face showed horror and guilt.

"But if I felt this good this time, then you must have… I'm sorry, Masters, I never wanted you to make such an offer. I don't want you to feel so miserable," Patrick said on the brink of crying.

Immediately Benjamin gave the boy a big hug.

"Don't worry," he said, as he tried to comfort the boy. "You didn't make us feel awful. We're actually happy."

"Happy?"

"Yes. That's the big difference between what happened in the orphanage and right now. In the orphanage the boys didn't care about your feelings or anything about you for that matter. All they wanted was to get that good feeling. And if that gave you a bad feeling, it didn't matter to them."

Patrick was thinking everything over that Benjamin was telling him.

"The difference," Benjamin continued, "is that Daniel and I wanted to give you a good time. We wanted for you to experience that great feeling. And knowing we gave you that gave us the good feeling of accomplishment and the happy feeling of knowing we helped a friend out."

Patrick looked up in unbelief at the two young men. "A friend?"

"Yes," Benjamin said, "we might be your Masters, but we want you to also see us as friends."

The boy was quiet for a while.

"I never had a real friend before," Patrick said softly.

Tears started to form in the boy's eyes. He threw himself around Benjamin's neck and just let it all out. As he felt Daniel's hand lovingly caressing his back, Patrick included him in the hug as well.

"Well, I think everybody in the house would love it if you considered them to be your friends. You're a remarkable boy. You're kind, polite. And, not unimportant, you're very nice to look at. Especially without clothes."

That last remark made the boy blush. It made him look even cuter. The two Masters laughed at the uncomfortableness of the young boy. They gave him a loving kiss and then took him back to the house.

"I think especially Dino would love to be your friend," Benjamin said.

"You really think so, Sir?"

"I know so. I've seen how he looks at you. And I also noticed that you're not completely disgusted by him, are you?"

"No, Sir, not at all."

Patrick immediately was a bit ashamed for his frank reaction.

"Don't worry, your secret is safe with us."

"Thank you, Sirs," Patrick said in a very soft tone as they were now very close to the house.

Patrick went to the staff's part, while Benjamin and Daniel went to the study to talk to their father. As they entered the room they found their dad sitting behind the desk, talking with a man. As Steve saw his boys entering he introduced them.

"Jason, these are my sons, Daniel and Benjamin. Guys, this is Jason, my man in the South of Scotland."

"Nice to meet you, Sir," Daniel said.

"Jason just told me that there has been a disturbance in the region of the Johnstone-clan."

"Yes, there have been some terrible stories coming from that region lately," Jason added.

"What kind of stories," Daniel asked.

"For some time there has been a change of leadership. First there was a good leader who took good care of his people. But then he was overthrown by a violent tyrannic member of the clan. That new leader is merciless when it comes to gaining territory. The family of the old leader was completely exterminated. And the other branches of the clan have been systemically attacked so that the line of succession can only go through his branch."

"But that is horrible," Benjamin said, as he went pale, "Excuse me, I have to… go."

After Benjamin had left the study he immediately went to the kitchen where he found Patrick.

"Patrick, go to your room. Now."

"Yes, Sir. But why?"

"I'll explain later. Just take the staff stairway and stay in your room until I get you."

Immediately Patrick did as he was told. Then Benjamin explained that he didn't want his father's informant to know that there was someone of Patrick's branch of the family still alive. The staff understood why and promised not to betray Benjamin's trust. Then Benjamin returned to the study.

"Sorry," Benjamin said, "I have a bit of a vivid imagination."

"Guess you're still my KID-brother," Daniel joked as he ruffled Benjamin's hair.

Benjamin glared that he didn't like it. The men kept talking some more and, an hour before dinner, the man left so he could catch the last coach back North. As soon as the man had left, Benjamin retrieved Patrick from his room and took him to the study.

"Why was I sent to my room? Was it something I did? The thing in the park! You hate me for it. And now you want to send me away!"

Patrick wanted to flee but Daniel grabbed the boy and put him down in a chair at the desk, opposite Steve.

"You were sent to your room?"

"Yes, dad, I thought it would be better. If Jason found out that Patrick was still alive we don't know who might torture the information out of him."

"You're right, Ben. The fewer people who know about it, the better. But what happened in the park?"

Benjamin exchanged a look with Daniel and then explained to Steve what they had done with the young boy.

Steve looked at Patrick. "Did you like it?"

Patrick was now blushing and slowly nodded his head.

"Well, if they had wanted to get rid of you they would already have informed me. So don't worry about it."

By then it was time for diner. After everyone had had their share, it was time to go to bed. Steve took Patrick with him, as Dino went with Paul and Benjamin and Roberto followed Andrew. Once in the bedroom Steve stripped completely and crawled into bed, behind the already naked Patrick.

Up until now Steve had kept his shirt on in bed, so this was rather a surprise for Patrick. He was still not completely at ease. Was Steve going to be like the boys at the orphanage or more like Benjamin and Daniel? Then he remembered what the Young Masters had told him: every one in the house would love to be his friend. So Steve must want that too. And a friend wouldn't hurt him, right? Slowly Patrick eased up and relaxed.

When he felt the naked body against his own, Patrick also felt how Steve's member was pressing against his young crack. Patrick felt a hand first roaming his boy-chest and then slowly move down towards his sensitive area. Steve noticed the tensing of Patrick's muscles in reaction.

Steve carefully continued and started to rub the soft little sausage. At first it was 1½ inch (4cm), but, in the end, grew to a nice full 3 inch (7½cm). As Steve continued, Patrick did not struggle. He gave Steve the benefit of the doubt. Luckily he did, because fifteen minutes later Patrick experienced the wonderful feelings once more. The power of this orgasm was more intense and, when it was over, Patrick immediately fell asleep. Steve gave the boy a kiss on the head and then went to sleep himself.

The next morning Steve woke up to a feeling he had not felt for a while. It was the feeling of small hands caressing his adult balls while a warm mouth covered his hard member. By the time Steve woke up completely, he was already too far along to warn Patrick and, without notice, the boy got a big load of sperm shot into his throat. Patrick had never experienced such a load and started to gag on the invading liquid.

"I'm so sorry, Patrick," Steve said, "I didn't have time to warn you anymore."

"No, Sir, it's my fault. I should have woken you up and asked permission," Patrick said, still coughing.

Steve hugged the boy and tried to comfort him. When Patrick's situation was normal again, Steve got dressed and pretended that he wanted to head down for breakfast. Patrick headed for the door and grabbed the handle. As he did he was stopped by Steve.

"Where do you think you're going?"

"Down stairs," Patrick replied not knowing what was wrong, "to do my morning-chores."

"You're not allowed to go downstairs," Steve said in a serious tone.

Patrick was shocked. What had he done wrong? Why wasn't he allowed to go downstairs?

"Not without this," Steve said and, from the wardrobe, he pulled a kilt like Dino and Roberto were wearing.

"For me?" Patrick said in disbelief, "You mean I've earned it?"

"You have."

As Patrick accepted the kilt he noticed that it was different from Dino's and Roberto's. Although the outside was made of the same leather, the inside was covered with a different fabric. Where Dino's and Roberto's had a lining made of linen Patrick's had a lining made from tartan-cloth. And it was the Johnstone-tartan.

"The beauty of it is that you can also wear it inside-out. So on special days you can wear your family colors."

Patrick's eyes were starting to get watery. He immediately gave Steve a hug.

"Thank you, Sir. Now I definitely know you're my friend."

It did Steve good to see the young lad so happy. The rest of the day Patrick walked around as proud as a peacock with his new clothes. That day Patrick not only realized he had gained some friends. He also had gained a place to call home.