"Oh no, no, no, please no."

It was bad enough for me to drive at almost fifteen miles per hour under such heavy rain – or at least I thought it was fifteen, since I have witnessed the speedometer die on me two or three times that same day already. I was still way away from my destination, in the middle of goddamn nowhere, during the darkest hour of night while having to brave through a thunderstorm. I really didn't need any more shit happening to me.

"God, FUCK NO," I yelled as I hit the steering wheel. The car's hiccups had become much more frequent. By the time I felt the motor judder hard on me through the gear shift and the lights had begun to flicker, I knew it was best to pull over.

The van stopped responding as soon as I turned right to get off the road. The momentum was just enough for me to park safely from anyone's way, amid the bushes and near a fence. I combed my hair and looked at the ceiling, in frustration. "Note to self," I thought out loud, "be sure to add checking the weather and the car to the plan."

I let out long breaths as I considered what to do. Couldn't make much out of the surrounding environment, the rain made it quite difficult to see anything further than maybe two hundred feet away, and that's being generous.

If I was forced to, I would have to walk about two hours on foot before I arrived home to get my car, then drive back here to fetch all else. It was a plan. Not a good one, but a plan.

I tapped the steering wheel while considering other options. No two ways about it, I thought. Let's get out and check the car engine.

I unfastened my belt and hopped to the back of the cramped van and over the boy under the blankets laying against the back of the seat. Couldn't see shit in the darkness of the van, so I fished the lighter out of my pocket and lit it up. Amid the mess and the junk I knew we had a raincoat and one of those damn camping lanterns. And sure enough, there they were.

The boy scurried about as I put on the raincoat and tried to open the back door. "Shit, it's locked from the inside," I said as I tried to turn the lever. "Well thought, though a bit over the top."

I hopped back again to the front, left through the passenger door and opened the hood to take a closer look. Couldn't smell anything remotely burnt nor rotten. Seems like it's just the battery, I wondered. Maybe it just died down, but the rest should work otherwise.

I hastily went back inside and wiped off the excess water from the raincoat after I was properly shielded from the rain. A jump-start could bring it back to life, but walking the two hours back to my house and then driving back with my own car wasn't the brightest of ideas. Still, what other options did I have? I surely couldn't sleep it off and wait til morning for another car passing by, or else I would surely be risking jail time.

And we lived in the middle of fucking nowhere, goddamn. Even after climbing the closest hill from my house I couldn't see my nearest neighbor. All around was crops and cattle.

Then there was the road, the very road I was on the side of. Not connected to any highways or towns nearby, not many cars went through it. Hell, it was the very reason why we chose it in the first place. Even the farmers nearby didn't use it that much, it was that inhospitable.

I leaned back on the seat with hands over my eyes. With the flicker of light going between my fingers and right through my eyelids I suddenly looked ahead and, with the lightning, I thought I had seen the shape of some buildings in the distance.

After the thunder had hit our eardrums – the boy behind squirmed about and groaned with the loud thump – it seemed I had the beginnings of a plan. "Bolt cutter," I said out loud again. "Sheds and garages are usually locked with chains and locks. We have a bolt cutter, thank fuck."

I hopped again into the back of the van with lighter in hand trying to find the goddamn bolt cutter, keeping an eye out for the next lightning. Just as I had found it, the lightning had hit the ground and set the sky alight. I squinted hard and focused my gaze to the last spot I thought I saw the buildings.

And there they were. Two boxy shapes casting shadows on the horizon. A shed and a two or three-story tall house, I guessed. It was either the Morton's or the Fletcher's, only they had plots of land around.

With my mind set, I reached for my backpack sitting atop the passenger's seat and took a water bottle from there. I also took the lantern, turned it on and set it aside.

"Calmate," I said as I took the blanket off of the boy and sat him up. He groaned at my touch. Fuck, what's Spanish for water again, I thought. Should've read that book as he suggested. I poured some water onto my fingers and shoot a few droplets over the boy's face. "Water," I repeated. "Wa-ter."

Once I took the gag off of his mouth, he went back again at it. "Por favor, señor," he begged. I gently grabbed his jaw, raised his head, put the lid on his lips and tilted the bottle up. He gagged at first, but his breathing had gone softer and calmed as he filled his belly up.

Glad we found you, I thought as I admired that beautiful brown skin of his. "I'll be away for a while, then I'll get back to you, then we can go home," I said, though surely he wouldn't understand me.

I wasn't worried he would run away. Wrists tied behind his back, ankles tied together, blindfold, ear muffs – comically oversized for his head – and gag, the whole works. Boy was going nowhere, exactly as planned.

He resisted me putting the gag back on, but I was pretty good at shutting boys up. He sobbed, motionless, breathing getting fast and loud again. "Here," I said as I buried my hand in my backpack. "I'll throw you a bone while I'm away." From there I fished my Walkman. I took off his ear muffs then fitted him with my earphones and hit play. "These are my favorite jams," I told him as I gave some cheeky slaps on his face. "Get used to them."

"Now, how do we go about it. Lantern, check," I said as I picked it up again and turned it off. "Raincoat, obviously," I continued as I shook off the excess water and wore it once more. "Now the bolt cutter," I finished as I slid it inside the back of my pants, then took a deep breath and opened the driver's door to head out to that house on the horizon.

***

As I stood beside one of the buildings, I finally recognized the place. Definitely the Fletcher's. A shed where his horses were shielded from the downpour, the two-story tall house, and a small garage I hadn't seen the shape of in the distance. His Silverado was neatly parked there, no locks or bolts, but to be completely honest, after narrowly avoiding an embarrassing injury by slipping into a stock guard, I wasn't as keen to steal their car as before.

Just didn't want to add more to the shit list of the day, that's all.

It amused me that the lights on the house were on, though. Looking at my wristwatch, it was quarter past midnight. "Doesn't hurt to ask." I shrugged and approached the house.

As I approached the porch, I heard the TV. 'Murder, She Wrote', if I wasn't mistaken. At least I wouldn't be waking anyone up. "Hello?" I said out loud as I approached the front door and gave it a few knocks. "Sorry for bothering you! It's Jacob. Singer, Jacob Singer. I need help," I asked as I continued on knocking. "Is anyone there?"

The metal springs of the couch told me someone had gotten up. I took a few steps back and stood still waiting with the lantern shining light on my face. One eye peaked at me between the drapes of the curtains, then I heard footsteps coming towards the door. "Jacob, from the flower market?" The missus said. "Oh my god, what happened? Come on in, of course," she said as she stepped back and ushered me in.

"You're drenched. Where did you walk from in such rain?" she asked as she grabbed my raincoat from behind and helped me take it off.

"Car broke down nearby. Twenty-minute walk, perhaps. Sorry about the mess," I said, pointing to the wet floor. "I'll clean it up before I go. I need to jumpstart my battery." I took her hands and bowed. "Thank you so much, Holly. I wouldn't bother you so out of leftfield if I wasn't out of options."

"Yes, of course! Such bad luck for that to happen to you just now!" She said, amused. "I'll go fetch you a towel and fresh clothes. Please, help yourself to some tea, I made some for me. Should still be hot, just help yourself, out in the kitchen over there," she said as she pointed me to the room at the end of the hallway beside the staircase.

We walked side by side, I went to the kitchen as she took the stairs up. It bothered me to hear the wood creaking at each of her steps.

"Hun, hun!" She yelled while looking up at the next floor. "We got a visitor! Our neighbor Jacob needs help with his car! Come help him!"

And then she disappeared.

Tea was lukewarm, but I served myself a full mug anyway, then snorted and poured it down the drain after I tasted the sugar. Let's go for tap water instead.

I was trying not to walk too much to not make even more mess at the Fletcher's, so I stood still looking out the window with my back away from the hallway. A hand touched my right shoulder and gently nudged me to turn around. "Jacob? Man, long time no see!"

"Ah, Travis!" I said. He opened his arms to hug me, but I respectfully turned him away. "Too wet."

"Oh, bother!" He scoffed. "Like I mind getting a little wet. What brings you here now?"

Travis was a fine piece of man. If I had to guess, I would say he was about ten to fifteen years older than me. He looked like it and usually wore his age proudly. The Travis in front of me was indulging himself in very comfortable clothing, however. Just a wife beater, some slippers and a rope as a belt tied poorly round his waist.

"My car's battery died on me at the worst of times. I don't want to bother you any more than I already am, but would you mind me borrowing your car?"

"Gosh, that is indeed the worst," he agreed, nodding and scratching his stubble. "But I think I should come with you. It's raining, so it's dangerous. I'll help you out!"

"No!" I exclaimed. "Please, I already bot-"

"I'm not asking!" he proclaimed. "I'll help you out, don't worry," he added with a smile.

I heard Holly walk down the stairs with a stack of clothes in her arms. "Should we call your wife?" Travis asked as Holly approached us and handed me the clothes.

"Oh, no. She should be sleeping right now, and I wouldn't want to worry her."

I took the towel that was sitting atop the stack and began drying myself off when Travis inspected the rest of the clothes Holly had chosen. "Woman, these won't do. Jacob here is a robust man," he said as he shook me by the shoulder. "We should give him my older clothes, before I lost weight. If you don't mind, of course," he said to me.

"Actually, I-"

"Well, then you gotta help me find them, hun, because I have no idea where they are," Holly answered in front of me.

A helpful bunch, these two. But I couldn't complain.

"Well, friend, I'll go upstairs and help her search for them," Travis said.

"Serve yourself some more tea. There are biscuits in the cabinet over your head behind you," Holly added. "And wear these in the meantime," she said as she grabbed another robe from the coat rack in the hallway. "It's not clean, I don't think, but I hope you don't mind."

I took it from her hands with a smile.

Holly took the stairs first, then Travis followed. His footsteps made an even greater noise. I was actually surprised his son had not woken up with all the creaking. "Jacob, my friend, you can change in the bathroom upstairs. Or just do it down there," he said to me. "No one will see you in the kitchen."

I decided to take the advice. Pulled up a chair, sat on it, took off my boots and soaked socks, then pulled my shirt off, squeezed the excess water in the sink, folded it and placed it neatly atop my boots. Then I finished drying myself off, wiping away the excess water and sweat from my skin and pits and putting on the robe which, though spacious, was still slightly tight for me.

After a few minutes of hearing them arguing over where had the other one put so-and-so, my idle mind brought out an interesting thought: I had heard Travis walking up the stairs, but never walking down. He wasn't in the living room with Holly either. Where had he been?

He approached me from behind, and I was facing the window, so he surely came from the hallway. There were only the kitchen, the dining room and the living room. Walking barefoot, I retraced my steps and noticed a small hole in the wall under the stairs, big enough to fit a finger, along with slits going vertically and meeting at the top with another horizontal slit.

As I slid my finger through the hole, I felt a door bolt on the other side, so I carefully pulled it open and then pulled the door. It opened smoothly, not making any noise whatsoever. Inside I noticed gray painted walls with little lamps connected to a wire going down to the basement.

Curiosity got the better of me, but I knew Travis and Holly fairly well through my wife Gisele. If it were up to them, they would stay upstairs arguing for long enough for me to go down, take a look, then get back up again without anyone noticing.

So that was exactly what I did.

The walk down smelled oddly familiar. Musky, but the good kind of musky. Down there I ended up taking a step back in awe with what I witnessed: a wooden horse, but not the one that kids play with. Chains. Whips. Leashes. A few dog bowls near one wall. A bed and a few futons. PVC tiles on the floor, black and white, decorated like a chess board.

And, in the middle of the room, a cage. Inside it was Blair, Travis and Holly's son, on his knees, naked and aroused. Looking right at me.

"Did Master bring you to play with me?" he asked.

"I-uhh… Your, master? uhh-"

"Please, sir. I wanna cock," he begged me as he stroked himself.

I tried to remember when both me and my wife went to Holly's baby shower. Blair could not be older than eight, if my memory served me. My cock sprung to life as the boy kept on begging, pursing his lips as he stared at my crotch.

I was still stunned, but I decided to come in closer. Blair tried to reach my clothes, but he couldn't quite touch me. I instinctively pulled my robe to the side and began squeezing my cock under my pants. It made the boy drool.

"Are you well-trained?" I asked.

"Quite, sir. Master taught me well," he answered enthusiastically and eagerly. "Please, sir, let me have your cock."

There really were no two ways to interpret the situation.

I pulled out the bolt cutter and held it in my hand, just in case I had to force my way out, one way or another. There's no telling, after all, whether Travis was possessive towards his son or not. But I decided to take the gamble. As I unfastened my belt and pulled my pants down to my thighs, my cock throbbed at the knowledge of us having a pedo neighbor. I thought maybe Travis would also appreciate learning about me as much as I appreciated learning about him.

So I stepped ahead and let my cock go between the bars of the boy's cage. Blair giggled, then pushed my cock against my belly and gently kissed my hairy balls. "Oh, fuck," I mumbled to myself. He then slowly traced a path to the tip with his tongue, grabbed my long foreskin with his lips and tugged it.

He had both his hands on my cock pulling my skin back. Furthermore, he barely touched thumb and middle finger around my cock, his hands so small he only covered half my length, but he seemed unfazed. Thrilled, more like. Once the head showed itself, he closed his eyes and smelled the funk that was hidden underneath it, then stuck his tongue out and slapped it using my cock. "Goddamn, boy, FUCK," I exclaimed.

Blair was willfully playing with me, but I didn't mind. Took him a whole minute of teasing before he tried to swallow my cock. With much difficulty, I would add. He had to open his mouth quite wide to take me in, and I obviously couldn't reach too far down his boy throat, but he knew how to make up for it by stroking at the base vigorously with both hands, moaning loudly.

In the heat of the moment the bolt cutter almost slipped from my hand. My face was staring at the ceiling at this point. I ended up closing my eyes and just letting the boy take me for a ride.

When I came back to my senses, I saw an amused Travis holding a rifle in his arms. His finger wasn't anywhere near the trigger. He just stood there, watching his son sucking me off. So I stood there and let Blair be.

"Holly had a feeling you were sneaking around. I definitely wasn't expecting you to be enjoying my son, though," he said.

"Yeah, sorry. He was begging for cock, so I had to give it to him," I told Travis. "How come did I not hear you coming down, though?"

Travis flipped his rifle upside down and hit the underside of the stairs with the heel. One creaked, the other made a muted thump sound. "Two pieces of wood. It's our code. We just walk down by stepping close to the wall."

"Huh," I said. "That's actually genius."

Travis smiled at me, then laughed. He put his rifle in a corner, turned around and walked up to the first story again. "Holly, it's fine, Jacob's a fucking pedo," I heard him saying.

"What?" Holly yelled.

"We will talk later, don't worry," he said, then closed the door.

He took his robe off as he walked down and tossed it aside. I let the bolt cutter hit the floor and, too, took my robe off. There was I, shirtless with my cock being sucked by Travis's son, and Travis, himself naked from the waist down, his cut cock rock hard.

"Are you in a hurry? Let's play a little before we get to fixing your car," he suggested.

"Well, as long as it's not morning before I go, I'd say we have plenty of time."

"Good, good," he said. He walked to a wall and grabbed a pair of keys that were hanging from it, as well as a bundle of rope. "You like it rough, don't you?"

"Fuck yeah!"

"That's great. Because Blair's never had anyone as big as you up his ass, and I want you to fuck his brains out."

"Works for me."

We nodded at each other. "Down!" Travis shouted. Blair obeyed by letting go of my cock and prostrating himself as he waited for his dad to unlock the cage.

"Bed," he ordered. Blair followed suit and crawled his way there. "Lay down," he added, and his son gladly did so.

I watched as Travis pulled his son's wrists together against his back and tied them firmly using the rope. I had used cable tie to do the same that afternoon, so I was legit jealous of his skill. Once he was done, he slapped his son's butt cheek hard, making him moan, then lifted him by holding both arms and throwing him further into the bed.

"I haven't fucked him in quite a few days, so he's not as loose," Travis told me. He slid one arm under the boy's belly and forced him to kneel on the bed. He sat on top of his dad's cock while he helped him stay upright. "Come fuck his mouth first, he'll lube it up for you, won't you, son?" Travis offered as he kissed and licked the boy's neck.

Seeing how Travis handled the boy, I had little worry I would go too hard on him. I quickly took my pants off and tossed them aside, then jumped onto the bed and slapped the boy's cheeks hard with my cock.

"Yes," Travis said. "Harder."

I lifted my cock and let it fall onto the boy's lips and nose, landing on his forehead and making a loud thump that reverberated across the room. Blair moaned upon impact, then looked right at me with a grin.

Travis massaged the boy's belly and stroked his little cocklet as he watched me slap away at the boy's face. Whenever Blair moaned, his dad followed him as he kept on grinding his cock against his son's butt.

Both pairs of eyes were mesmerized by my cock, too. It was undeniable that Blair was a cock whore – and a well-trained one at it, too – but I was curious whether Travis indulged in adult cock as much, too.

"Open up," I ordered Blair. He gladly opened his mouth wide. I slapped his face once more, then shoved my balls inside his mouth, puffing out his cheeks. "Use your tongue."

I had plenty of length left on my cock for it to hang out well past Blair's head, around three inches[7.5 cm] longer than his face. Its tip was pointing right to Travis's mouth, fully covered again by my foreskin. The dad licked his lips and expertly wrapped them around the head, keeping the loose skin locked from pulling back while he worked his tongue through the opening and then inside.

"Fuuuck," I exclaimed as I pinched my nipple and caressed my own belly. "You're both so fucking good at this."

"Well, I taught him the ways," Travis boasted. "Didn't I, son?"

I couldn't make out what Blair was trying to say with his mouth full, nor could I see much of his face under my cock anyway.

I gave two taps at Travis's cheek, and he let go of my cock. Blair stubbornly tried to hold my balls hostage, but I liked the jolts of pain as he squeezed them with his mouth anyway. Once they were out and glistening, I pulled his head against his father's chest and began to slide my cock down his throat. Dad instinctively held him in place by the neck and hip.

Blair gagged a few times and tried to squirm away, but getting past his throat was relatively easy, even though he was still quite tight for me. Getting a third in was quite the feat already, but Travis kept asking me to push further. "More," he repeated.

Instead of trying to force in with one push, I took Travis's hand from the boy's neck and placed it on his forehead. He got the idea and held it firmly while his other hand moved up and under the boy's chin to hold his jaw. Then I began fucking the boy's throat. With each push I went in as deep as the first time, but only slowly pulled out. Took Blair some time to adjust his breathing to it, but he quickly got the hang of it, so I began to fuck him harder.

Travis was holding him tight against him, grinding his cock furiously against the boy's butt while I forced him to swallow more and more of my cock. Didn't take long until Blair began to cough and sneeze at every push of mine, but I didn't back off.

Only after I got my cock halfway there I pulled out. Blair coughed and drooled heavily as I admired his spit falling from my glistening cock.

"Good job," Travis told me. "I trust you to some day get it all the way down this slut's throat," he said as he slapped the boy's belly. "Don't we, son?"

"Y-yes, master," Blair agreed whilst still recovering his breath.

As I gave way, Travis pushed his son to fall on the bed, then hastily pulled at the boy's legs, spread his butt cheeks apart and spat on his asshole. "Ready now?"

"I'm ready, master," his son spoke softly.

"I wasn't talking to you."

I laughed loudly. "Yes. Yes, I am."

We switched places. Travis kneeled in front of his son and wiggled his cock in front of him. His cock was roughly as long as his son's face was tall. He made no ceremony in shoving his cock down the boy's throat and fucking his mouth savagely.

Meanwhile, I kneeled behind the boy and saw his asshole pucker at me. It looked like it already had some mileage to it, but if dad was the thickest it ever received, then it would have some problem with me.

Good. I preferred it that way, anyway.

I smeared Travis's spit and watched his cute asshole trying to eagerly eat my thumb. So I held my cock, pulled my skin back and pressed the head right against the opening.

"You don't have to be gentle," Travis advised. "Just go for it."

"Don't worry about me," I told him as I began pushing. The head already made Blair try to squirm away, however awkwardly tied up and helpless he was, but Travis helped me by pushing against him from the other end while he kept on fucking the boy's mouth.

Once I was locked in with no chance of slipping out, I gave the boy some mercy to catch his breath for a second before I continued shoving my cock deep inside his ass, not stopping until my balls touched his butt.

He moaned, groaned and squirmed, but neither me nor his dad let him sit idle. In fact, Travis watched me slide my cock into his son, and he himself fucked his mouth faster and faster the deeper I went.

"Now have fun," Travis said as he got up and went away for a solid second. I laid the boy down and leaned my body against his, my round belly smothering his small back, as I began to pull out.

Blair screamed and moaned at the same time. "Ouch, ouch, ou-" he went before his dad came back with a sock ball and shoved it in the boy's mouth.

"T-thank you," I told Travis in between breaths as I fucked the boy as freely as I could. I laid myself on top of him, making his small and sleek body disappear under me as I edged myself closer to orgasm.

Travis spent his time kneeling beside me and caressing my plump and hairy butt cheeks as I kept ploughing his own son. "Lick my ass," I told him.

"Don't have to say twice," he answered as he leaned down and stood still with his tongue stuck out, grazing at my butt crack and asshole as my hips went rhythmically up and down.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck," I screamed. "I'm about to cum."

"Fuck yeah!" He said as he grabbed my butt cheeks, squeezed them and leaned in closer to slither his tongue inside my asshole. We moaned together at each other's moans and Blair's groans as I fucked the boy faster and faster until I inundated his insides with cum. "FUUUUUCK," I screamed and moaned. "Fuck, fuck," I continued moments later, breathless, as I fell on top of Blair and rolled both of us to the side with my cock still inside him to lift my weight from off him.

Travis laid in front of his son while stroking himself, then pulled the sock out of his mouth and wiped his tears and sweat off of his face. "How are you doing, son?"

"Ughhh," he mumbled.

"Do you want him to pull out?"

Blair said nothing in response, so his dad gave him a slap on the cheek to bring him to his senses. "I said, do you want him to pull out?"

"No," Blair answered.

"Good boy," his dad said, then he gave him a kiss on the lips and laid down on his side, resting his head on his forearm, looking at me. "What a crazy night, huh?"

I laughed. "Quite."

"We have much to talk about."

I nodded. Looking down at his crotch, he was still hard. "Won't you help yourself?"

"Boy's all spent for the night," Travis said as he caressed Blair's small and hairless chest. "It was the deal, I need to give him some rest."

"Ah, I see." We stood there, watching each other and just enjoying ourselves, for a good while. "You can fuck me, though."

Travis smiled at me. "Thank you. I might take you up on your offer," he answered before he pulled Blair away from me, making my half hard cock plop out of his asshole as he moaned. "But let me eat your cum out of him first."

***

"Turn the key again," he said. The engine began to work again and the headlights turned on.

"Success!" I exclaimed.

"Success!" He said after me as he let the hood of his truck fall down. The storm was well behind us, we were under some light rain around an hour before sunrise. I wore some of Travis's older clothes that his wife had procured for me while he went out wearing overalls, boots and nothing else. "That's kind of a beaten up car, isn't it?" he continued as he inspected the van.

"It's a Kombi. Kind of an antique piece," I answered as I got out of the driver's seat.

"Is it yours?"

"My brother's."

"Huh. Well," he said as he extended his hand for a handshake. "We will see you again, right?"

I waited a bit before shaking his hand. "Come here," I told him as I walked to the back of the van. "Let me show you something."

He pulled his hand back and followed me. "Shh," I whispered with my index finger over my lips as I open the back door, crawled inside and pulled the blanket off of the brown boy.

Travis had trouble seeing in the dusk, so he leaned in and saw him, fully restrained, unable to see, hear or speak, sleeping soundly. "Oh."

To Be Continued