Prologue

It's as the light fades so do the aches of my body as well, soon replaced by that of vigor and endless amounts of energy and naps, can't forget those. It feels incredible for the moment, but then I realize I am starting over again.

First, let me tell you something, I have existed throughout time. I don't know where in time I will fall next. One life ends, another begins, time seems to have no hold over me except in how long a body can last. Every emotion is memorable, but one stands out more than the rest. Pain! It seems that I am cursed to never to be at peace with the rest of the world.

I have seen myself as growing from a boy to a man, to a father and grandfather as well as had any other possible type of relationship for years and then just gone. The memories sporadically appear while growing up. There have been times I get a few flashbacks, or I see an entire life pass before my eyes, yet, every joy I have ever held in my hands only brings back the pain of loss. I don't know what I ever did to deserve this. I want to see the white light and rest in peace like the mortals or have somebody to walk through time with me.

Memories tend to not stick into the mind until a child is around the age of four; it's when I start recalling the previous lives. Adults often pass it off as if I am playing with an imaginary friend or I dreamt it, if only they knew.

It's easy to put those memories on the back burner to try and make this life more memorable than that previous. It takes time, though, and sometimes they impact how I grow as a child. Still most times, it's easy to get lost in all the other memories. Those around me worry when they see their precious child or lover staring out the window or at the wall for hours with emotions changing on their face, from sadness to happiness to confusion.

Just because I lived those previous lives doesn't mean my brain can currently comprehend what I was doing with that boy when I was twelve in 1607 or the man in 1923. What year is it? Nobody ever tells me until I'm going through at least kindergarten, or I just can't seem to remember the little details.

"He's over here! Sir!" I shouted as I threw the branch off the unconscious pilot "He… "

The staring contest with my wall was interrupted when my mother spoke, "Pirate Petey it's time for lunch!" as she entered the playroom breaking my attention away from the current flashback, "You and that wall," she scoffed.

God, I hated that nickname, even my current name, Peter Helester, I didn't like as it had too many childish nicknames. As she entered the room, her hair was a gorgeous auburn, flowing through the air as she came to pick me up to take me to the table for lunch. Sadly that gene didn't pass to me; I was born with black hair, pale skin with freckles dotted under my eyes. My eyes, oh my eyes, clearly came from her heterochromia, except colors were reversed. Instead of the blue, I had green spots throughout my iris with blue being the dominant color, not the first time this has happened but not in this color.

I was always trying to escape from her and into my father's grasp in whose' warm arms, I always felt safe and secure. Everyone thought he was my uncle; how differently we looked from each other, his blond hair and blue eyes. I sometimes wondered if I was his son. He never yelled at me or hurt me, but he also never let me become the little tyrant some parents can't control. He just knew how to be a parent. Often absent though, as being enlisted in the corps he was sent to any corner of the earth. It seemed every chance I had to be with him; he was deployed again.

Still, even though I preferred dad over mom, she was always there for me when he wasn't, from the time I fell out of the tree and even with me through my 1st-grade break up with Becky Velah. The years for me seemed to flash by quickly; I know for her it wasn't as nearly as fast. I felt like in a blink of an eye, I had just turned eight. It was no happy birthday for me, the man who was my father, the most amazing man in my life, at that moment was killed in combat.

It keeps reoccurring, that feeling that I can never seem to overcome. We both sat on the couch, shattered, and neither I nor my mother Susan could hold it together. As an adult in this situation, she put her brave face on for me, but if she only understood! The pain will always be there, every minute, every day, for decades, all the way till the end.

His military funeral was for one who died in the line of duty for their country. The tears burned against my crimson cheeks as I read 'Matt Helester, October 16th, 1979-2009.' Being presented the flag that so many had fallen for, just reinforced into my brain that I will lose everyone in the end.

Chapter 1
The Move

One year passed before we moved from Texas to Worthshyre, a small town in South Dakota. There must have been only around 1500-2000 residents. The house we moved into was a two-story house with only two other houses at the end of the street before a forest that went on for miles.

As I stepped out of the car, I started to take note of what my new stomping grounds would be, though more often than not, I played by myself.

I could tell that it was a quiet little town, some birds chirped and chattered between themselves with laughter and screams of other children off in the distance. I was envious as I had been sitting in the car for hours, but I couldn't just run off and get lost. Mother would tan my hide if I did that. With muscles now stretched after the last 6-hour leg of our drive completed, we started to wander around our new residence.

"Well, Peter, what do you think of our new house," my mother said as she twirled in a blue polka dot dress in the empty dining room.

"It's a lot bigger than our old apartment; the town is as well. I hope there are kids to play with nearby," I groaned as I could still hear them playing.

"You will be able to explore later, but for now, we need to find the boxes with our kitchen supplies and then head to the grocery store for some food."

"Aww, can't we eat out tonight? I saw a diner on our way in!" I said in my cutest voice.

"Another day, Peter, I'm tired and want something quick. How do ham and cheese sandwiches sound?"

"Not as good as eating out but, it will be good if you make them," I smiled as I spoke to her. A new town, new memories to be made.

"Would it be alright when the boxes are being moved in if I wander around outside the house? Please? I've been stuck in the car for hours," I exclaimed.

"Of course, but don't go into the woods! Lions and tigers and bears might get you!" she said laughingly, "Be back in an hour."

"I love you, mom; I'll see you later," I quickly said as I rushed out the door.

The sun's warmth was heating my back as I wandered around outdoors. I ran a few laps around the house and yard; the yard consisted of some scattered rose bushes and shrubs decorating the sides of the house, as well as a few large trees bordering the property.

"UGHH" I sighed, and was already bored of just aimlessly walking around when I started to play with some branches, bashing them against a tree trunk.

I was pretending to be in a medieval battle and in the center of all the action. Clashing swords in the heat of battle, I noticed out of the corner of my eye a man watching me through the window of his house.

My body shuttered as our eyes met, it was an eerie feeling. I declared myself the winner and hero of the battle, quickly dropping the branch and ran home; I could still feel his eyes on me as I entered through the back porch.

The last boxes were brought through the door and scattered throughout the house as I had come back in. My heart grew heavy as it became evident there was no going back to my old friends and home, it was a bit sad to know I probably wouldn't ever see them again or my dad's gravesite but, we had finally moved in.

"It's time to celebrate," my mother exclaimed.

She chose one of our favorite activities, dancing. The simplicity of joy and happiness in her eyes made me laugh and smile as we danced to Ballroom Blitz by Sweet. Our song and dance chimed and tapped on until there was a knock on the open door. It startled me, and I spun nearly into the wall.

There he was, the watcher. This time, however, I was able to see him a bit better, he couldn't have been much older than his mid-30s. All three of us stood silent for a moment as the song finished.

"Sorry to interrupt the fun; I thought I would be the first to welcome you into the neighborhood."

As he extended his hand to shake my mother's, his movement startled me, and I quickly stepped behind my mother to hide.

"My names is Alex Parrish, your next-door neighbor."

Shudders when through my body as he spoke, he sounded trustworthy, but something more lurked in his shadows.

"It's nice to meet you, Mr. Parrish. We haven't found our kitchen wares yet, or I would welcome you in for a cup of coffee or tea. Oh, where are my manners! My name is Susan Helester. This gremlin is Peter. Stop fidgeting back there and say hello," she said while trying to pull me to the front.

Meekly, I was able to peek my head around the dress my mother decided to wear that day and grab a glimpse of the man who scared me earlier. He was around 6' [1.8m] tall with red hair and green eyes. Hesitantly I stuck my hand out to shake his waiting hand. As our palms and fingers met, there was warmth radiating from his touch, but his hands had clearly seen work, his callouses made my smooth hand itch. He slowly kneeled down to my height which currently was 3'11' [120cm]. His eyes pierced through me as he got a closer look. With hands retreating, I shrunk back into the shadow of safety my mother provided.

"I'm so sorry, he's never been like this before, what has gotten into you?" My mother said as she turned to glare at me behind her.

"It's quite alright, I'm sure he's just trying to adapt to his surroundings. I know moving as a child isn't easy. I see it all the time at my job at the elementary school, it even affects the friends they leave behind."

"Oh, you're a teacher!" She exclaimed.

It wasn't that I was nervous around the man in the door. From what I had seen in his eyes, I could tell what he was looking for in me. Something more than a welcoming hello, more like Lust. The memories I tried so hard to bury came to the surface.

This time it was different, friends weren't playing, dads weren't reading bedtime stories, it was man and child locked into each other moving back and forth, up and down, every deed between man and boy I was seeing. I opened and shut my mouth a few times, my little innocent mind couldn't comprehend what I was seeing. If only I were able to know what indeed lurked in my mind.

"I do hope I didn't scare you too much bud, I'm a really nice guy. Maybe you will be in my class. You look old enough to be one of my students. What grade were you in last year?"

I couldn't reply, my mind was in overload mode. The memories just caused everything to go black. The last thing I heard was my mother's scream as I fainted.

***

The light caressed my eyes open; it was still too bright to know where I was. The room looked different from what I was expecting. It wasn't until I saw my mother and Mr. …oh, what was his name! Dammit… Mr. Parrish! Both sitting at the table in the next room, I realized I wasn't in Texas anymore. My head ached, not just from the memory rush but the left side temple hurt as well.

Not missing a beat, Mr. Parrish's eyes met mine, "He's awake Susan," he calmly said as he's eyes never seemed to avert from my position.

With my mother's back to me, she must have thought she had his full attention except he was gazing past her at my previously unconscious body.

With the words now registering in her brain, she rushed over to the couch where I lay, "How's your head sweetie? You gave Mr. Parrish and me a good scare!"

As she brushed my hair to the side, it was now evident I had a small bruise as I winced in pain. As the pain left my head, I felt a cold, wet feeling on my pants. Oh no, I couldn't have… I blushed and tried to hide in the pillows as the realization of what happened came across my face. I wet myself in front of a stranger!

"I think now that we know he's ok, I'll be headed home." Mr. Parrish said, heading toward the door.

My mother just shook her head as she exclaimed, "Look at the mess you have made, oh well, it has been a long day. Hop on up those stairs mister and take a bath and settle into bed. I'll be up shortly to tuck you in."

My head hung low as I rushed past both adults and up the stairs, then into the bath as the thought of the first person I met in this town had seen me soaked with pee. Was he going to tell everyone and tease me like other children would if they found out? It didn't take long after getting to bed that I fell asleep.

As I slept, I began to dream. It was like one of those old detective movies; I was in a dimly lit room, a light hanging over a table with me sitting at one side and another child across from me. I didn't recognize the other kid as someone I knew personally but someone I just knew but couldn't recall where I knew him from. I studied him for a few moments looking at his short golden hair and blue eyes, he was slightly smaller than me, maybe 4'2" [125cm] and similar to my weight at 45 [20kg] pounds.

We sat in the room, blankly staring at each other, "Who are you" I finally spoke.

"It's time for you to know," the other boy said, not recognizing my question.

"Know what?"

"About the memories, the ones you saw in your head today."

"They were just in my head, my imagination," I spoke back.

"Yes, they are in your head, but not your imagination, these are your memories. Every single one is of a life you lived."

"Then, you are…"

"Yes, I am you, and you are me. We have had this talk many times before. Not in this particular body, but we have talked before," it took a few moments for me to comprehend what I was being told.

"Why have I only seen you a few times before today, but today my brain was crowded with memories?"

"It is a situational experience. Something you see today could draw out facts you didn't know you knew, or like what you saw in Mr. Parrish's eyes could draw out the darkest and most secretive sexual experiences. But you still have a lot to learn in life, so some of these scenes may not make sense to you until you experience them yourself."

"Why did he look at me like that?"

"He fancies you."

"He what?" I responded

"He wants to… you will find out. It's best not to spoil something you should experience. We need to get down to the real business of why we're here." The boy in front of me said with a small giggle.

"This can't be real; this has to be a dream," I said while trying to pinch myself.

"Enough blabbering, I can even hate myself sometimes," he sighed. "Ok, you and me, and the rest of your lives. There's too much for one brain to handle. Today incidentally, we let too much slip through; it was only a few hundred years' worth of memories, but it was enough to knock you out cold.

"Fe… few hun… hundred?" I stammered out.

Not missing a beat the lad continued, "The council didn't expect you to have a rush for a few more years, it was our mistake for letting that happen to you today but from now on we will put a limit on the amount of exposure that you will get. Again situational but, enough to get you through any issues that will arise. Yes, that even means with math homework. Don't look surprised I'm in your head; I know what you're thinking. STOP thinking about toast; I am trying to be serious here."

"Sorry, I went to bed kind of hungry."

"That's fine, you need to know that you can access more memories than what we usually allow. It's like a library, you can come and browse through it while you sleep. All you do is knock on your bedpost 3 times, and I will let you in. It's now 7:03 AM, you need to wake up now, goodbye."

"Wait, what's your… hum… my name? "

With a grin crossing his face, "you are still Peter, I am Fredrick, you used to be Fredrick, me, but it doesn't matter now, up you go."

Instantly the blanket was ripped off of me and next to the bed stood mother, "Wake up young man! You're not going to sleep all day! I want you to go greet Mr. Parrish, I think he will be your teacher this year and next year, he teaches 4th and 5th grade. The school's small enough to have multiple grades in one classroom all day. You might as well get to know him before the summer ends. Also, the food is on the table. I need to run to the hardware store and find you a new dresser at the furniture store; those moving oafs broke two of the drawers," my mother said in one entire speel.

I don't think she had even taken a breath. I sighed as she left the room. It was only a few brief moments before I heard the sound of keys and a purse being clicked closed, and she shouted one last thing.

"His house is the one right next to us, the one with the white exterior and the wrap around porch."

I knew that, and the thought of having to actually go over there made me shudder.

***

The breakfast of eggs and bacon that sat on the table with a glass of orange juice were instantly devoured. It needed a bit of pepper, but she knows how to cook! With a clean plate; it was time to start getting dressed.

Outside it was relatively quiet; the sun was out in full with some clouds scattered through the sky. The heat wasn't as bad as Texas; only 86 [30C] degrees with a slight breeze that made it feel quite comfortable to be in the sun.

Small tiny clouds hovered over me as it was time to face the man that made me faint and wet myself. The only hope was that as I knocked softly on his wooden door that he wouldn't hear it and I could say he wasn't home. The car in the driveway said otherwise; the door opened on my first knock.

There he stood in a blue polo shirt and cargo pants intimidating me. Now, who can say that outfit scared them, I thought.

"Sorry sir, that I couldn't say anything last night," I blurted out as the panic overcame me.

The dizziness had returned, sending me into his arms with tears quickly forming in my eyes.

"Shh, it is ok, we all get like that. Come and sit; we don't need you passing out again."

As we entered his house, he didn't mention my accident! Maybe he had already forgotten about it! My mind was racing as we passed through the entryway. It was quite open with stairs directly as you come in that led upstairs with doors on both sides at the top. To the left was a kitchen and dining room; the living room to the right is where we ended up sitting.

"Sit here bucko, I'll get you something to drink. Do you like lemonade?" he asked.

Sitting on the couch, the best I could do was a nod as the tears kept flowing as I feared if what had occurred in my brain would happen again.

He returned and sat next to me, handing me a drink, and soon his hand was rubbing my back. The calming touch when he massaged my back relaxed me, and let me actually look at the man who has knocked me down twice by just looking at me.

"Drink this, I know the throat can dry up with tears."

You hardly know me, I have only hidden from you and been an embarrassment of myself."

With a smile on his face, he exclaimed, "You are not the first child to hide from me. The more time you spend with me, the more you will learn about me. I'll tell you this as a starter; I think I like you so much that I wouldn't let a fly land on you. It's also kind of my job to take care of children and make sure they are ok. I have seen a lot of them grow up in front of my eyes, many with different stories and backgrounds. Working in a school, I see kids of all walks of life."

As he shifted so he could sit closer, placing a hand on my shoulder sent shivers through me. He was so gentle, and why was I scared of him?

"I know you just moved hundreds of miles, and that you left everything in Texas, you friends, the house where you grew up. Your mom told me what happened to your dad, I'm so sorry. I know it hurts, yet we go on."

"Please don't bring him up, I know I was younger when he was taken, but it still hurts none the less, just as do many other things I have yet to understand."

He looked at me a bit puzzled as he looked down at me; my eyes were still wet with tears.

"Well, you're quite the odd kid," he said, laughing as he pulled me onto his lap. "You know, your mom is going to try and have you placed in my class."

"If she does, can you help me with my homework?" I squeaked out, rubbing my nose with the sleeve of my shirt.

Sitting in his lap was comfortable for me, it was relaxing, a feeling I had long been robbed of overwhelmed me as more tears flowed down my cheeks.

I think you better head back home. I could tell last night that there was quite a bit of unpacking to do but first let's get you a tissue."

As he spoke, I recalled the dream, if it were real homework, it wouldn't be my first issue, but I still wanted to be in the company of this guy, he wasn't as scary as I first thought.

Sadly, I didn't want to leave the lap I sitting on; it was the first warmth I had felt from a man in years. The distance between motherly love and fatherly love is a wide gap that one parent can't fill.

"If I can, may I come over tonight after my dinner, so you can tell me what it is like in school and around here?"

It saw it in his eyes that he wanted to say yes, but his response was one of an adult.

"Ask your mother, and if she's ok with it, then I'll gladly let you know about school and the area."

We said our goodbyes. It was painful, an enjoyment that I didn't know I had longed for was now a fleeting feeling, as I looked back with my eyes watering again. It was quick, but there was an immediate rush of movement, and he was around me, hugging me.

"It will all be ok. Just be a kid. Play and be happy, don't hold emotions back, find someone you can talk to."

If he only knew there was someone in my head to talk to.

***

My mother returned not too long after I did, with groceries and a delivery truck not too far behind her with what I presumed was my new dresser, only to see it accompanied by an entirely new living room set as well. It was time to start unpacking our old life into our new home. Soon we made a new game as the now-empty boxes were crushed by our feet. We would line up the boxes and see who could break theirs first. I almost always won.

With another victory under my belt, I finally dared to ask, "Mom, can I uh… go visit Mr. Parrish?"

"My, my, where is the shy boy from last night? I knew you two would get along," she said, patting my head.

"He is going to tell me about the school and the town!" I exclaimed excitedly.

"I supposed you could, but be home before 9:30, I know its summer vacation, but you can't get into any bad habits, young man. Dinner will be ready in 45 minutes; after that, you may head over. We have roast beef and asparagus, and yes before you leave, everything on your plate has to be eaten, dishes cleared and in the dishwasher." I groaned.

Of course, the roast beef was terrific, but the vegetable seemed impossible to eat. With the goal at hand, making a friend was much more critical as I chewed and swallowed. With all the food gone and the dishes in the dishwasher, I rushed out the door.

It was instantaneously greeted, "Hello Peter," he said even before my hand had touched the door. "I'm glad you were able to come over."

Settling in the living room with another glass of lemonade, I squeamishly asked as I gazed in his eyes, "Sir, may I… hums, sit on your lap again? It's is ok if you don't want me to, I just haven't felt like that in a long time."

He just patted his lap, and said: "I enjoyed it too."

Where his hand had been resting was soon replaced by my butt. As he had done earlier in the day, he began rubbing my back using circular motions. It seemed so natural as if he were my real dad. Nestling my head between his head and shoulder as I closed my eyes, he began to rock back and forth humming. Neither of us spoke for an eternity. After a while, I reopened my eyes to see him just gazing at me, the small figure in his arms seeking comfort. It was in his eyes, he had a somewhat playful look in them, but were still looking for something more.

My thoughts were a million a minute; the questions as well. I'm not sure if Alex would be able to keep up with them all.

"How many kids are in school? Where is the school from here? Am I in your class? Do you have a favorite student? Do you live alone? Do you have a girlfriend?"

"Don't forget to breathe," he answered. "There are about 200 students in total in the whole school; it's about ten blocks away. No, I don't have a favorite student, but I may have one in mind who is sitting with me, and yes I live alone, I haven't found a lover yet."

I had to ask, "Do you like my mom? Or me?"

"You came out of your shell quickly; so far I like you both," he spoke softly with a tinge of hope.

It was then I felt the movement of his hand stop on my back and move to my left leg where it rested for a few minutes. Before he started to stroke it ever so slightly, playing with my knee cap at first; causing me to giggle and rubbing its way up my leg and coming to rest on my upper thigh. As it tried to advance further, I put my hand on his. Every touch he made brought more and more memories to the surface, all providing insight into where this touch often led to. My brain still couldn't perceive anything but sadness as these memories surfaced. Without knowing it, I began sniffling and moved off his lap as he handed me a tissue.

As I looked up to the man I sat next to; I could feel the tears forming in my eyes.

"I'm so sorry, it wasn't anything you did Mr. Parrish. I can't explain it to you."

"Please call me Alex. I'm sorry if you didn't like the tickles or massages," he sadly replied.

"It doesn't have anything to do with that. You bring so many memories back for me. It will sound crazy, but none are mine."

Now with a severe tone, Alex sternly said: "What do you mean by that they aren't yours."

"Nothing, forget what I said. Now you will think I'm crazy and you won't want me to be around you anymore."

Rising quickly, I started to walk to the door, and a hand grabbed me and dragged me back to the couch.

"I want you to sit and explain. I will listen to anything you say." He raised his voice at me. "Nobody deserves to hold issues inside."

I could see it in his eyes, worry, and sadness. The company he enjoyed for the night was now in pain and scared.

Hesitantly I said: "I wasn't exactly scared of you last night. I got a rush of memories, I don't know how to say this, but it's from previous lives I have lived. When your eyes locked with mine, you looked past the beautiful and wonderful mask in front of me and saw through me, a boy."

"It brought up memories of when others have looked at me or me at them. It was the first rush for me in years, it crushed me as I sensed happiness and joy in almost all of them, but pain and sadness were the residual feelings locking onto my brain, making me fear to embrace everything you have done for me."

Still teary-eyed, I couldn't look at the only man remotely in my life. Knowing it was quite possibly over, and I would be exiled before my new life ever began.

"I see men doing things with their hum… private parts into another boy. Sometimes I'm the boy, and sometimes I'm the man. I know, I've been told its wrong, but they look happy, but all I can remember in the end is sadness."

Fearing I would be sent home and a phone call to my mom, I started to break down as I was trying to melt into the couch cushions. Instead, I felt an embracing hug.

"Children often exaggerate their feelings. Your mind was playing tricks on you, and we only get one life to enjoy. You must have seen that in a movie you were not supposed to watch."

I screamed back, "NO, I knew I shouldn't have brought it up, I ruined everything. If you don't believe me, that's fine, but please don't let my mom know. I just feel pain and know nobody will be able to help me."

With that, I bolted from him and ran home crying.

"Hi honey, how was your visit with Mr. Parrish? "

She didn't even get to finish her sentence as I rushed past her and up to my room, slamming the door. I jumped on my bed, laying my head on the pillow, wetting it with my tears.

Mom followed me up, and as she entered my room, I screamed for her to leave. But how could she? I was her precious boy; she never wanted to see me hurt.

"Did he do anything to you?"

"No, I hurt him."

"Why are you crying, sweetie."

"I ruined our friendship," I couldn't tell her what I had told him; she would think I was crazy and push me out of her life as well.

"I'm sure you didn't."

I had to come up with a lie quickly, or the questioning would push me past what I could handle.

"I broke his favorite vase when I was looking at it. I didn't know what to say; I thought he was going to hurt me. He looked so mad. I just kept apologizing as he picked up the pieces; I didn't know what to do and ran home."

"I will speak with him tonight. You are to march your butt over there in the morning and apologize and offer to replace the vase, with your own money." There was a sense of sadness and anger in her voice. "It will all be ok; I know you two can work it out. But for now, you get some rest."

***

As I slowly fell asleep, I didn't know how to approach him again. I couldn't let him slip away. It was too valuable for me to keep living and not being hurt all the time. I tapped my bedpost three times.

"You rang?" was all I heard before appearing in a brighter room than the last.

"Did I mess up Fredrick? Was it wrong to tell him?"

"Yes, and no, you need to be more careful; you might be locked in the looney bin, but it seems he cares too much for you now. I doubt he will say anything to your mother before talking with you again."

"I don't know what to do, help me." I stammered.

"Take this as a learning opportunity. Those images we let slide by are often not shown to one as young as you unless it was forced upon you or you willingly joined in, it shouldn't have gotten out. You can embrace them if you like; it seems your longing for a man's affection is pushing you in that direction."

"Why do I only get sadness when those thoughts are running around in my head?"

"Well, your looks," he said as he got up and touched my face and ran his hand through my hair "are sought after a lot by men. Those looks are always lost to time, and they can never be held for long. Your body will change and not have the features that many men are lured to. So, there are brief periods of happiness and joy, with some pain in there. But those first two can only last for so long, before we ache for them again, knowing we can't be that young again. We look for someone that young to love again, and again, and again. Each time ending in one lingering emotion, sadness, it's the residual feeling. We all felt it and feel it in you."

"Why can't I feel the touch I see? If I can feel the emotions and see them, why can't I feel it happen?"

"Because when we are born again, everything felt previously begins to fade; only the emotions we know hang on to us. We forget what it felt like to be loved, and have given our love."

"How come we hold onto everything we learn?"

"Have you ever learned something by being hit by the book?" he laughingly said.

"Only that it would hurt!" I replied.

"Yes but, did you learn anything besides that it hurt? Did the book's knowledge just zap itself into your brain? No, it didn't. Don't forget, I know what you're thinking! You felt the pain, and you know it hurts, that's something we can learn in a new body, not something that needs to be kept in our head."

"Oh, I guess that's true," I said happy with the reply, "How do I fix what I messed up?"

"Be yourself. We all make mistakes; we all made it through them. Now off you go, even I need sleep."

***

With the birds chirping and light cascading through my window, I grumpily woke up. I had forgotten to close the dang blinds; so much for sleeping in! I need to get those images off my mind, but how? The only person who ever looked at me was Mr. Parrish, and I wasn't sure I could trust him with showing me what was going on.

Getting up out of bed and dressed, I realized that the time to see Mr. Parrish had come quicker than I expected. He was sitting at the kitchen table drinking coffee reading the local newspaper with a plate of food and a note on the table across from him.

When he looked up at me, all he did was to point at the breakfast on the table and said: "Your mother left that for you; she's out for the day shopping in the next town over."

I looked blankly at him as the drowsiness left me. He acted as if nothing had happened, as if I hadn't screamed at him and ran away from him.

"I know you lied to your mother; that you told her you broke a vase. It was smart; I couldn't have come up with a better lie. I wouldn't have known how to come up with a cover story. Eat your breakfast then we will have a chat."

Silence overtook the room only interrupted by that of a fork scraping against a plate or the noise of sipping coffee and the rustling of the newspaper. He had the comics, and I wished I had them. It was then the paper dropped, and his eyes looked at me and at the empty plate.

"Let's go sit and have a chat."

Following him like a puppy, we stood across from each other in the living room. He took a spot on the couch while I held still a few feet away, looking enviously at his lap. Soon he waves me over, and I was no longer upset at its emptiness as I sat on it.

"I'm sorry I upset you, Peter. It took me a while to think about what you said to me. You say they are memories from the past but not in this lifetime, correct?" as I nod my head against his shoulder, I still couldn't bring the courage to look up. "As well as the emotions involved?" again, all I could do was a nod. "So, you knew what my touch was for then?"

"Yes," I softly said.

"If you had similar memories then you know it's enjoyable for both of us."

"I don't know that. I can only sense whether the memories are happy, or that they're sad or hurting, never how they feel physically. It also makes me scared to get involved in something I don't want to be part of."

"I see," he softly said as he rocked back and forth, holding me. "As this seems to expand beyond me and part of you, let's take some time thinking this over and play some basketball. I have a hoop and balls at my house; would you like to play?"

"Of course, I'll whoop ur butt!" I exclaimed, no longer fearing the loss of the one I wanted to protect me.

"Brave words from a squirt! Now for saying that, if you can't beat me, I get to spank your butt! Go change into some shorts and a t-shirt and we'll go out and play."

"I am no squirt!" I said giggling as I hopped off his lap and laughed as he swatted me on my bottom lightly. With that, I rushed up into my room to find something to play in. I put on red basketball shorts and a grey t-shirt. As we headed out the door, I quickly locked it and then realized I had forgotten my house key inside.

"Oh, crap! My house key! It's inside!"

"I guess you will spend the afternoon with me then until your mother returns."

The walk was quick and high spirited, the sun was shining with no breeze to cool the air.

After a tiring game of horse, where I of course won, he exclaimed: "Best two out of three!"

As the morning became afternoon, it was a one-point game. I needed to make my shot to tie and keep the game going. As the ball sailed through the air, it touched the backboard and landed on the rim where it circled and teetered and rolled off the side. I lost! I knew what the bet was; me across his knees.

Both our shirts were soaked in sweat, and I bet you could smell us a mile away. We decided it was best to go get a drink of water and rest for a while. As we entered the house, he asked me to take off my shoes and socks at the door.

"I don't need some smelly boy shoes wandering through the house. Phew-e I can smell you from here. You need a shower!"

As I ran over to him laughing, I wrapped my arms around him, "You smell just as bad as me, if not more!"

From yesterday it was a complete 360, he wanted me around and to have fun, but what type of fun was he really after? I had to find out.

"Then we both need showers! Except, somebody locked themselves out from their clothes and shower. I guess you can shower here, but your clothes will have to through the wash, all of them, socks and underwear included."

Sniffing towards my armpits, there was no argument to be had.

"What will I wear? It's at least two hours before they will be washed and dried! My mom should be back soon; can't I wait for her to come back?"

"With your smelly butt? No way would I let you sit on my furniture, and it would then have your stench all over it. I'm sure I can find something for you to cover yourself up in. There is only one shower in the house, but there is a bathtub in the guestroom."

"I'll take a bath," I said with a smile.

"As you wish young master Peter, just remember I won't forget to get my swats in later!" he said while bowing to me.

Giggling at him as he left the room, curiosity took over me. If I am to get over this fear, I knew where I was going for my bath. Water started to hit the tile before I silently entered the master bathroom. I heard a slight moan as the bathroom door opened. Steam in the air made visibility poor, but it was not what I saw but what I heard; him moaning saying my name.

"Oh Peter, if you only knew," as his hand was moving quickly around his hardened cock.

"If I only knew what?" I asked curiously while smiling at him.

"What are you doing in here?" his voice higher-pitched than usual as he tried to cover himself with his hands.

"I wasn't sure if you gave me a towel or not!"

"Well, there's some in the closet over by the hallway. Now please, would you close the door and go?"

I closed the door making sure it gave a loud click, but I didn't leave the room. I could hear moaning starting again shortly after. I returned to the steamy bathroom, Alex's back facing me.

I finally piped up, "Can I please join you? I can't reach part of my back."

With a startled jump, he started to speak as I began to shed my clothing, making a pile next to his.

"You can't buddy, I would get in a lot of trouble."

"No, you won't get in trouble, it takes someone to tell, and I only see you and me, and I know I won't talk about anything. That leaves you," I stated.

I could tell by looking at him that he wanted me to join him, the shower was big enough for both of us to be comfortable. It was what was going on in the brain I was worried about, would he let me join him or send me away. Oh, crap I thought did I ruin it? Please no, I can't. I have to make this right. I knew I was going to have to go all the way

"I want to know more about what you said, 'If only I knew.' "

Slowly the white flag was being raised, well it was no flag, but something was rising. I was winning, his eyes lingered on my body longer than they should have, just like in the memories of the men gazing at me desiring more than a glance.

As I stepped back, spreading my arms and legs while feigning to stretch, he got a real good look at my entire body. There was no doubt as to which part held his gaze the most. My small hairless part, all 2 [5cm] inches of it, there in the open. I was so close, I know it, I need to do one more thing, and I turned around and started rummaging through my clothes, spreading my legs wide, presenting a clear view of my bottom.

"What did you mean?" I kept asking as I looked between my legs at him. Smiling, I wiggled my butt, and as I did this, his penis was standing at full attention; he was still trying to hide it with his hands.

As I finished tossing my clothes around, he kept opening and closing his mouth as if he were trying to think of what to say without crossing the line.

"Those images you see in your head of a boy and a man entwined, I know you might not know what is going on, but it normally has taken place only between adults, not adults and children. Those memories are betraying what society is trying to stand for."

"But you seem to want to embrace that Mr. Parrish!" I softly spoke as I entered the shower.

"I know, and I do want to, but I can't hurt you, I've become fond of you, almost too much."

There were no words spoken for a moment, just water splashing over both of our bodies.

"Ok, I still need help washing my back. My mother usually helps me, but she's not here, so I need you to do it." I said with the biggest puppy dog eyes and pouting lower lip, "and I'm already wet so unless you want a trail of water through your house, then I am going to stay here."

"Would you also like me to wash your hair and hinny as well your highness?" he laughingly said.

With my arms wrapping around him and my head on his chest, I looked up and quietly said, "Yes, please."

It was the embrace I longed for and never wanted to let go. His penis was now deflating in size, drat, maybe he doesn't want to do stuff with me after all? Or does the risk of being arrested have him that scared?

With a snap of a lid, I felt the cold liquid hit on the top of my head, soon joined by the suds as his hands brushed through my hair repeatedly. While he lathered up my hair, I let my head rest on his stomach, and I got my first closer look at his manhood. Reaching down, I took it in my hand and stared at it. There was lots of hair running all around it and spreading down to his thighs and balls. It was flaccid but still had about 4 [10cm] inches of length to it. As he scrubbed my hair, it kept slowly rising and twitching, it looked as it was coming up to bite me in the face.

"Turn around so I can scrub your back, and while I attend to that raise your arms and wash your pits," he said quietly.

When he handed me a bar of soap, his face was slightly red, he kept trying to avert his gaze to the tiles on the wall but always coming back to me. With soap in hand, I scrubbed and scrubbed until I was satisfied, I no longer was going to smell sweaty and handed him the bar of soap.

It was a quick but gentle movement over my back, the warmth of the water caused my muscles to relax, and his hands just made me shutter, every touch made me squirm. As he scrubbed lower and lower down my back, there was a slight hesitation when he cleaned the lower part, he was lingering far too long to pretend it was still dirty. Would he really wash my butt? Only two people have ever touched me there. As that thought crossed my mind a third was quickly added to the list, he massaged the soap into my cheeks and traced the crack. I wiggled with delight as it was unlike any other time I had bathed, I just melted into him.

"Calm down its just some soap" as his hands rested on my ass cheeks, slight squeezes being worked into them with one hand well the other reached around and started washing my cock which pushed me further into him.

Eventually, his hands left my body "Turn around." Alex said, and as I did, he pulled me against him and placed his hand back to where they were.

"I know it just feels amazing. No one has ever made me feel that way. My tummy is tingling"

I felt a finger slide into the crevice between my globes rubbing up and down. I squeaked as the finger explored and found the pathway leading to the inside of me.

"This also needs to be cleaned daily, you know?"

With that, he circled his finger ever so slightly around it, coming to rest in the center.

"Yes, Mummy I do," I said giggling

"Just the tip," he whispered aloud as if it were an audible warning just to himself.

With that, his index finger applied pressure, and with the help of the soap, it begins its inward journey inside of me. With a slight bit of pain, a gasp exited my mouth. I raised my head to look up at him with my mouth slightly open, both of our eyes locked onto each other. Nothing more in the world could be more perfect as I had someone who was helping me through a journey that I was unintentionally sent on. Those memories betrayed what life could hold for me. Pain no longer seemed to hold its grasp over me, all my memories could do was provide insight into what more our bodies could do together.

He explored my insides slowly, prodding with the finger as it worked way deeper. Slowly I reached up, brought his head down to mine, and kissed him ever so lightly on the lips. He tasted sweet, there was a surprised look on his face as if he never expected me to reward him with a kiss. After he broke our gaze, he withdrew his finger and picked me up, bringing my face up to his, and I could see he wanted more than a quick peck on the lips. Moving my head forward, our lips met and locked onto each other. Soon I felt a hand on the back of my head, and it was quite a shock when I felt something poking at my lips as if it wanted to get past them. I attempted to pull back from this embrace, but the hand on the back of my head held me in place. I tried to open my lips to speak, but that's when his tongue darted into my mouth.

It was exhilarating, the new experience of our tongues meeting for the first time, and did they ever! Neither of us stopped moving, the moment only to be topped off by the finger at my hole again as it was pressing for entry. With a quick push, my body tensed up with the surprise of a second finger working its way inside.

He withdrew it briefly, and slowly brought me back to the floor, he said "Just relax and enjoy" and returned playing with my mouth and butt.

When he retreated from both fronts and said it was time to get out of the water before we turned into prunes, the giggling began between the two of us only to be interrupted by my legs causing the crash to the floor, weak from the new experiences. There was a worried look as he picked up from the floor and dried me off and carried me to his bed. It was this trusting bond, and I knew it was safe to explore more with him.

"I'll be right back, toots" he spoke as he patted my bottom.

My mind raced through everything I had just experienced; why did my memories cloud an experience like that? It was amazing, all I wanted to do was continue. Should I knock on the bedpost?

When he returned, I was laying on my stomach with my feet kicking back and forth in the air.

I asked, "It's only 2:27, what am I to wear for the rest of the day? I bet my mom will be back soon and want me to help her unpack the car or house and I can't go running out of your house like this."

"I think I like you like this," he said while playfully running his hand over my butt.

"Huh, no… what if someone sees me? I don't want that to be the first impression someone gets of me!"

"Let me look around in the guest room to see what I can find; I'm sure my nephews have forgotten something. If not, you can use an old t-shirt of mine, it should be like a nightgown on you, but for now, take a nap, and I'll see what I can find."

Softly I knocked on the bedpost, and darkness overcame me, but no response, only sleep.

My eyes barely opened as I lay in his bed. It was his touches I first felt, running his hands through my hair before standing up to retrieve something from the chair in the corner of the room.

"I'm sorry I could only find one of my nephews' shirts about your size for you to wear."

"What am I to wear to cover myself down there?" I hinted at a point at my legs, "I can't go out with only just a t-shirt!"

"Well… since it's just you and me, I thought you could wear these." He held up a pair of black spandex yoga pants that looked as if they were way too small even for me.

"OH… no, those are for girls. I'd rather be seen naked!"

Chapter 2
The Yoga Outfit

"I wouldn't mind that last part, but I know it is not preferable, but it is the best I can do, comes down to that or be naked," Alex said.

It wasn't a choice, the shirt and yoga pants would have to do. I can't walk around a teacher's house in nothing, the questions that would bring up. Sighing in defeat, I took the pants.

He started walking to the door; I still couldn't believe what was before me.

"I'll be down in the kitchen getting some lunch for us, let me know if you need anything."

As I looked in the waistband, the size was 6/XS. Oh god I thought, the smallest pants I have are 8's in boys, and these are girls!

Oh my god, it couldn't have been more embarrassing! These pants were skin-tight! No features of my body are hidden anymore. In the mirror I stood gawking, why would a girl ever want to wear these? They are so embarrassing.

I could hear a pan sizzling as my stomach rumbled. It took forever to build up the courage to leave the bedroom, but food helped. I couldn't hold out any longer as I made my way down the stairs.

"Well, you look very dashing in those," his eyes are darting from my head to toes. "Twirl for me? Like you did while dancing with your mother."

With a glance that could kill, I stared him down as I took my place at the table.

"Look, what happened in the shower, we need to talk about it, and you can't tell anybody. I don't even know if we should do anything else," Alex continued.

"I needed that experience Alex, it washed away any fear the memories had over me; there was no pain for me. I loved it. It seems you did too! I want to keep going."

"I'm glad you feel that way, but if we are to continue, it cannot be mentioned to anybody, your friends, your mom, anyone."

"I pinky promise to never speak a word of what we do together," I said as I pointed at the bulge growing in his shorts "and someone else wants us to keep going as well."

"I don't think a pinky promise is strong enough to ensure your trust Peter; I think we need to seal it with a kiss," he spoke as he started leaning in close to my face.

As I leaned in towards him, smiling as our lips met, both tongues battling for dominance, one over the other I said: "I have never been happier I…" it was all I could say before a splash of grease hit my arm and burned me.

With a quick grimace on my face, he ushered me to the sink, "let's get that under some cold water."

"I'll be ok," I whimpered.

With the pain fading as I was standing in front of him still holding my arm that I realized he wasn't looking at my face or my arm, his attention was diverted to the outline of my package.

"Have a feel if you like, it's all I can do for you," I said. Moving closer to Alex, I seized his waist in a hug and started pressing myself against his leg, with an up and down movement rubbing against him. His hands explored my face and back going under the shirt, feeling my skin, then down farther and farther until they rested on my butt. Only millimeters of fabric separated him from my bubble butt, yes, I have a nice one, I'm not flat in that department, and damn that's why girls wear these stupid pants.

With a few quick movements, the stove was shut off, and I was off the floor, being carried fireman style to the table with a few playful swats on my rear end as he put me down on top of the wooden surface.

"We got your shirt all wet, don't need you catching a cold, get your arms up."

Once my shirt was removed, he continued touching, kissing, or nibbling on me. All I could do was giggle and squeal under his assault of love.

"So lovely," he said as his focus moved elsewhere; it was evident where he was going.

At first, it was a quick brush over it and with some more teasing, it was stretching the fabric, and he kissed and nibbled on my now 3 [8cm] inch hard cock, the material couldn't seem to hold its defenses against the constant barrage of licks and kisses had begun to get wet.

"Oh no, your pants got wet, I guess these have to go as well," he said mockingly.

As he was slipping fingers in the band of the yoga pants, he started to pull them down. There was a loud interruption that sacred both of us, the blasted ring of his phone. I begged him to not leave me and let it go to voice mail, but he still went to answer it, stating it would only take a moment.

I could hear him chatting in the other room as my body relaxed on the table, waiting for him to return and continue.

He called me over, "It's your mother; she wants to speak to you."

As I left the table and walked over and picked up the phone, she spoke, "Hello? Hi sweetie."

"Hi mom, are you ok?" I giggled as Alex's hands rubbed and played with my ass

"I am doing well, listen, the car is having issues, and it's in the shop. I was coming home tonight, but I won't be able to make it. How would you like to stay the night with Mr. Parish?"

I paused and had to cover my mouth as Alex continued to caress me and kissing my neck and was now massaging both my front and backside.

"Yeah mom, I really enjoy spending time with him. Thanks for making me go over to talk with him," I said as I finally spoke trying to hold back squeaks and moans.

"I am glad you two were able to work it out but could you put him on the line now?"

As I passed the phone to Alex, the kisses stopped; now it was my turn to flip the table onto him. I reached into the depths of his shorts and found what I was after, his hardened package. Soon I fishing it out and his hand was swatting mine as if he didn't want me to touch it. It must have been at least 7 [18cm] inches long, it could have been pushing 8, and almost and 2 and a half [6cm] inches thick.

I wasn't sure what to do with it. In recalling what I had seen from the flashbacks, people put it in their mouths or fondled it. I quickly chose the latter, I couldn't think of putting something that produced human waste in my mouth, yuck!

As he hung up, he just looked down at the smiling ten-year-old boy with black hair and multi-colored eyes holding his package.

"Your mother says you're spending the night with me."

"How long is it?"

"Is that appropriate for you to be asking while we talk about this?"

"You started it."

"Fair enough, last I remember it was almost 8 [20cm] inches."

"So much bigger than mine." I sighed out.

"Well, that tiny weenie of yours is enough for me. Except right now I need real food, not just a snack."

With that, we laughed and went back to the kitchen to eat. After dinner, we relaxed by watching 'Wreck its Ralph.' As usual, I was sitting on his lap, head tucked under his and resting on his shoulder while his hands roamed around his newfound prize.

"You know if you ever tell me to stop, I will Peter."

"I trust you enough to know where to stop or how to not hurt me if we ever go further."

Happy with what I had said his hand slipped inside the tight yoga pants, touching and exciting me to my full 3 [3.5cm] inches. I started to moan and squeak loudly, the longer he played with me. I sucked on his neck; it was the only point of contact I could make without us move. Neither of us wants this to end that was evident because of the bump I could feel under me that wasn't there 10 minutes ago.

As the movie concluded, it was close to 10 pm, half an hour past my bedtime. Alex announced that he was going to bed in his room and got up and left me on the couch, saddened as I watched him leave.

"Aren't you coming with me? There aren't enough blankets in this house to make you sleep elsewhere!" He said as he peeked from around the corner, smiling as he knew his mean trick worked.

"I'll be in shortly; I want to think about something first."

"Ok, I get the comfy side then!"

***

It wasn't what I was going to be thinking about it, was what I was thinking about doing. I could tell he was lusting after more than just a feel, he wanted to see what his hands had been touching and more. He has been able to make me feel good, but I wasn't sure that I had returned the favor. I searched through the decades of my experiences, looking for something that would excite him, but not hurt me.

I waited a good fifteen minute before walking into his bedroom, his light still on, and I heard an audible gasp as he looked up from his tablet. There I stood, mostly naked, only in the yoga pants that he couldn't seem to get me out of earlier.

"I was wondering if you could help me with some issues these pants are causing me." I playfully said as I crossed my leg in front of him as a child would when they are nervous. "These pants rode up and are stuck in you know where and this package in front needs to be taken for delivery."

He was upon me in an instant. He picked me up and tossed me onto his bed, making me bounce up and down. He climbed on all fours above me as I settled into the folds of the bed. Above, gazing down at me was the man who changed my whole world in less than two days, someone I could trust and hold dearly.

"How could I have been so lucky to meet you," he exclaimed, and he began his next advance, rubbing, feeling and kissing all over me.

I giggled under him as his hand quickly slid around my waist and down my legs with the thin fabric following, it soon being tossed onto the floor. As he stood up, his eyes couldn't focus on any one spot of my body, darting around quickly before settling on the eyes that eagerly looked back.

"There is something more special about you than you know," said Alex.

"Now that I am no longer bound by pants, maybe it's your turn?" I giggled, "Or does you little weenie not want to play with me?"

As the words left my mouth, his lips landed on mine, while caressing me gently and then hastily removed his shorts but not his underwear.

"It definitely wants to play with you."

"It's not fair, you still have one more piece to go," I said, rubbing my crotch against his hand.

There was a slight hesitation, but it was easier for me to move and slide them down myself. With my head in front of his crotch, as soon as his dick was freed from its restraint, it was standing at full attention. The boxers came down, and it came up as my head was a bit too close, his cock ended up smacking me in the nose before stopping on my lips.

***

As I awkwardly looked up, I could see him trying not to laugh at the circus act that had just unfolded. But as I licked my lips, I felt a slimy feeling on them. It was kind of sweet but had a slightly weird texture, and I then noticed a liquid on the tip of his uncircumcised cock.

With a puzzled look on my face, he went on to explain that "it is called pre-cum; it acts as a lubricant, and it happens when men get excited."

"I'm not sure if I like it much."

"It's a natural feature in all men, sperm is a bit different than this."

"Doesn't mean I have to like it, I was wondering if you could, you know, massage me again?"

He got off the bed and went to grab a small vial from the desk across the room. When he came back to the bed, I was flipped onto my stomach and felt a cold liquid being drizzled onto my back and the smell of mint permeating the air. The sudden coldness had made me jump a little bit before being calmed down by his hands.

"I know it's a bit cold, but it will help relax your muscles and make this more enjoyable for both of us."

My back was being worked on, the muscles giving way to the hands that pushed and prodded everywhere before working their way down to the round bubbles they were truly after. Each hand cupped a cheek and worked it carefully and thoughtfully before he stopped. From there, he proceeded to explore the furrow between the cheeks with his index finger and found the rosebud it was looking for. After a few rubs, the finger retreated, and I heard the bottle cap open again.

He squeezed some of the liquid in my ass crack, and again his finger began exploring, and with a quick push, I gasped as his finger entered my rear slowly but more relaxed than before in the shower.

Pushing it in deeper made me moan and squeak, "There's the magic button," he said as he kept brushing up against the button inside, sending tingles throughout my body.

As he was about to remove his finger, I groaned, "More, please. If you must, add another finger."

"That's all you had to say, my young mouse," he whispered in my ear. "Maybe I'll have to call you squeaks from now, seeing as how much you seem to enjoy this." With one finger still lodged inside of me, the second began its approach, causing some pain that soon subsided.

"You know you have a cute butt? I could play with it for hours and never get tired of it."

As I giggled at his statement, the second finger made its way in more in-depth and began to move around with the first. He knew how to work me now, ever so softly brushing against my button. Soon I began cooing until my body tightened around his fingers and began to shake.

"What was that?" I said out of breath.

"That was an orgasm, your first dry orgasm!"

"It was incredible!"

"I'm glad you liked it."

Exhausted, I rolled over and rested my head on his shoulder before looking up and closing my eyes, "I love you, Alex," I said softly. As I started to get drowsy, trying to go to sleep, there was a sound in the air, but I couldn't make out what it was.

I was falling asleep when I realized if I could have an orgasm, then so could he and my eyes shot open. I was no longer propped up against him but on my side and him behind me moving ever so slightly with something rubbing between my legs.

As I stirred from the slumber, he spoke, "Oh, I'm sorry, I thought you were asleep. I didn't mean to wake you; I just need to get off myself, after today it's impossible not to."

"That's ok, but what are you doing?" I asked groggily.

"Well, as much as I would like to use your butt, I can't as it would hurt you a lot. I was just simply rubbing it between your legs, and it's kinda similar but not as good.

"How would you use my butt?" I sheepishly asked, with an idea from the memories in my past.

"Well, I would put my penis inside of you, move back and forth for a while, but it would be painful for you. You may not even like it after that."

"You can try to if you want," I responded kind of quietly.

"Another day," he said as he just continued to pump back and forth while kissing the back of my neck.

"I… I know there's another way to help you, Alex, but I don't think I would know what to do."

"What is that? Your hands are too small to do it satisfactorily."

Instead of responding, I just pulled away, lowered my body down and pushed him onto his back, "I know this seems weird and gross, but I remember seeing people put each other's thingy in their mouths. I first told myself I wouldn't ever dare try that as it seemed disgusting, but now, with you, I would like to try it."

"You don't have to do that, but it's ok, I can use my hand if the leg thing bothers you."

Instead of saying anything, I lowered my mouth down to the tip and took it in, swirling my tongue around it as the memories instructed me to do. From there I tried to take as much of it in as I could, only to gag and have to pull it out, coughing.

"Take your time, Peter, you don't have to do this," he spoke in between breaths.

"I want to," as I lowered my head back down, taking in as much as I could.

***

I had no real idea of what I was doing, and the taste wasn't what I was expecting, the slime, coating itself around my mouth, started to bother me. I couldn't take much more than 2 to 3 [7.5cm] inches, so I used my hands to work the rest of the long shaft.

As the clock kept ticking and my head kept bobbing up and down, it wasn't long until the breathing of the man lying before me quickened. He tried to say something, but I didn't hear it in time. I felt the girth in my mouth growing more substantial, and soon pulses pushed liquid into my mouth. Thinking it was pee, I removed it from my mouth after the second squirt hit the back of my throat. Three more shots came out and landed on my body, from my hair to my belly button there was stringy goop dripping.

"I'm so sorry, I tried to warn you that was going to happen. I was lost in the feeling; I never have had this happen before."

As the liquid in my mouth settled I didn't know what to do with it, and he spoke, "You can swallow it or spit it out, its sperm, and it won't hurt you."

With only two choices and no trash can nearby, I chose to swallow it. It was slightly sweet, but still the texture I couldn't get over.

"You are messy now, boy, but I guess I like you like that. You didn't have to do that, you know?"

"It was only fair, you helped me over so many of my issues, and made me orgasm, but why did you shoot out sperm and I did not when I had an orgasm?"

"Well, you are not old enough to produce sperm yet, it will take at least a year if not maybe two or three before you can produce it."

With a satisfactory answer; I sat up to go to the bathroom. Alex's hand grabbed mine, dragging me on top of him, both of our eyes locked into each other's, "Will you swallow my seed tonight, please?"

Locking my lips onto his and pushing my tongue into his waiting mouth, we kissed. As the kiss ended, I felt the hardening of his cock again against my leg. I nudged myself down his body until his cock wedged itself in the crevice it ever so wanted to be in. Placing my head on his chest, sleep quickly overtook the day I never wanted to end.

***

"Well, that was one way to make up for the previous night," Fredrick chuckled.

"Oh, now you show up…" I replied, annoyed.

"I'm sorry, I can get lost in my own thoughts, you know!"

"You mean ours?"

"Sure, but I liked you in those pants by the way, real cute. My dad would have loved you in those, err… our dad? I'm still new to this myself."

"How did you see that?" In a confused manner, I asked.

"What you see I can see, you're an open book in this place right now, we all are watching you."

"Who is we?"

"One day you will meet us, in time we will come to help you out when needed, but just like Alex said, we won't help you without seeing you try first. For now, enjoy yourself, just know if you keep going in this direction, it will hurt, a lot. That's enough talk for now, we both need sleep."

With the sandman's cure to a tired boy coming to an end, the light caressed my eyes open. I was still in his house, in his bed, in his arms, it was no dream I thought. Yet what more could I do?

His chest going up and down slowly, he had yet to stir from our nightly activities. It was something I wasn't expecting, but I still felt the presence of something substantial between my ass cheeks. I slowly started to raise and lower my butt up and down the rod that needed more attention than some simple rubbing could deliver. It was then I looked back up to see that Alex was just staring back at my actions that quickly stopped when I realized that the audience was awake.

"That felt rather nice," he playfully said as he kissed me on the forehead. "Why stop?"

As I resumed my activity, I had to ask, "How long have you been awake?"

"About 15 minutes before you, but I couldn't bring myself to move my sleeping beauty, it would ruin a good memory."

With that, I moved my head down to his joystick, swirling and bobbing soon followed but soon ended as a gasp erupted from my mouth as I felt the warmth around my cock. Looking down I could see he was returning the favor.

"Now you know what it feels like, a blow job. Don't stop on my end, or I'll stop on yours," Alex said while patting my butt; "Don't forget I still have to spank you for breaking my vase and losing the basketball game."

"I never broke a vase!" I exclaimed

"I know, but that's what you told your mother, she said if you misbehaved, I could spank you." He spoke and gave me a shrug, "So, lying to your mother is misbehaving, so I'll count that instead of this vase I never heard of."

I was hoping he was joking; I was never spanked until after my father passed. My mother only used the phrase "What would your father think?" to keep me in line. That statement was no longer in effect and was replaced by swats on my butt.

My mind kept going back and forth if he was serious or not; it was a curious situation I thought as I started resuming sucking the dick in front of my mouth. I was receiving the same treatment, if not better only to be improved by the fingers of the magic man as one finger made its way inside of me, soon followed by a second. ***

As the tingles spread and shot through my body, I soon collapsed onto his thigh in bliss with his cock still resting in my mouth.

"No sleeping on the job" he spoke as a quick and sharp slap against my butt quickly put me back to work, bobbing up and down with my fingers working the rest of the shaft as it grew in size, and started to pulse ready to erupt. I tried to pull back, but a firm hand held me in place.

Soon panic overcame me as the squirts filled my mouth. I tried to swallow as much as I could, but as it ended and the pressure on my head was lifted, it dribbled down out of my mouth. Tears had formed in the corners of my eyes as I looked up at the man who forced this upon me.

"Why, why did you that?" I said as I chocked back the tears.

"I'm sorry I was lost in the moment." He spoke, gently turned me around and embraced me.

"It's ok's this time, I guess," not sure whether or not to trust him again.

"In our rush last night, I never happened to get the chance to transfer the clothes from the washer to dryer," he mentioned as we got up from the bed. "That means you get to wear these lovely pants again," with a devilish grin on his face, he opened the pants for me to slide into.

***

With breakfast being a bowl of cereal; it was slurped down, ready to meet the day head-on. We proceeded to the living room where the TV was on, showing the most boring channel for a child, the news! As it continued droning on and on in the background, the phone rang. Finally, something more exciting, I thought while rolling my eyes.

"You gonna get that?" I asked, with a plan forming in my head.

"Nah, I'll let it go to voicemail."

Damn, I had to get him out of here for this to work, "What if it's my mom?"

There was a slight bit of hesitation, and Alex finally gave in and left the room; the first objective is done. My laughter filled the room as he returned to see that his news was no longer showing on the TV screen. I had snagged the remote and changed the channel to the cartoon network. Tom and Jerry happened to be on, one of my favorite cartoons.

"That was your mother, the part the mechanic ordered was the wrong part, and it will be another night before she is back. You're stuck with me," he said as he poked me in the ribs.

"As long as you don't force that spermy stuff down my throat again, I'm happy."

"Would you rather wear it? It does add a certain appeal to you."

The thought of white paste dried on my face sent shudders through me, maybe swallowing wasn't the worse thing in the world. "Maybe I'll just swallow then." But then a shocked look came to my face, "it's still there, isn't it?"

"What this?" he said, rubbing my cheek, "All gone."

"Thanks," I said as he walked away to sit back down.

With two of my three goals achieved, it was time to complete the mission, the lap. The warmth and safety it provided; I needed its comfort. I rose and stood next to Alex, with a face longing for more cuddles. Except he must have guessed my plan; he shifted and was now laying down!

"Lay on top of me Peter, I'm a bit cold, and you make a good blanket," he said while smiling.

His hand reached out and met mine, pulling me closer and closer until I was now sitting on top of him. I positioned myself with my head resting right above his heart; relaxing more with each pulse. Eventually, he worked his hand inside the back of my pants; resting it on my ass. His hand continued exploring; very evident he was soon going to start fingering me again as his finger was now playing in my crevice. Closing my eyes, I tried to control the delightful squeaks and gasps I emitted as his finger slipped inside ever so gently working deeper.

I softly whispered, "Could you tonight, hum…, please show me what you meant about going inside me with something other than your fingers? Not tell me but actually do it?" I was so scared he would say no, I tucked my head into his shoulder.

"I don't know if you should know what that's like," he said while withdrawing his finger before forcefully pushing two fingers in sending pain ripping through me. "It would hurt more than this."

While still wincing, I murmured, "I want to, please. I know it will hurt, but I have to. I'll keep being afraid of it and other things that come up if I can't do this."

"You know, I should add more swats to your daily dosage for even trying to bring up this topic."

"Then I'll need to bring my total to zero before tonight."

He adjusted his position so he could look into my face to see if it was what I truly wanted. And I did; I put on my biggest puppy dog eyes and just stroked his face. "Please…" There was no chance I was backing down as he had me stand up and placed me over his knee.

"You know it's going to hurt; I will not be gentle," he said while rubbing my butt. "It isn't 10 swats anymore, but 15, and you need to count them out loud."

As if he thought I would call his bluff and back down, I stood up, removed my pants, and resumed my spot over his knees.

"Please, I can't say no." It was a quick the first slap hitting right in the center, "One" I said as my legs kicked out.

"The way I was raised, if you speak out of line, then two more swats are to be added and one if you squirm, so you're still at zero."

Shortly after the swats continued, holding steady as I could as the first 10 were administrated with no other issues arising. After the tenth, there was a pause, the pain is intense, and tears were barely being choked back.

"15 sir, please you can't stop."

"You're already as red as a cooked lobster."

"I don't care, add two more," I shouted.

The swats continued to rain down on my unprotected backside. Tears soon erupted as the thirteenth landed on my ass. The sting was getting more and more painful with the swats growing in strength. As the next three landed, I thought it was over; until there was the hardest hit next that it knocked the breath out of me. 18 swats in total, my mom had never gone past 3!

"It's over, you're done. You did well," Alex said as he stood me up, stroking my cheek. "I'm so sorry, please never make me hurt you again," embracing me in a hug as his hand rested on my heated rear.

I lay there exposed to the air, the burning sensation slowly subsiding, "I thought at any moment you would beg me to stop," as he picked me up, holding me into his arms rocking back and forth, his voice scratchy, "I'll give you an aloe rub and some pain relievers."

"I wanted to tell you to stop, I wanted to kick and scream and cry, but I couldn't, I needed this tonight," I whispered to him.

Soon he left the room after laying me down on the couch; he came back with a bottle of liquid and some pills and water.

"Take these, then I'll work the lotion into you."

***

With the pills taken and the water drank; I laid back down on my stomach. The slightest touch of my cheeks still hurt, as the cold liquid touched it the pain began diminishing. After being covered in the aloe lotion the heat from the slaps on my butt subsided. I was going in and out of sleep as the hands now worked to fix the damage they had caused; only waking to the prodding of a finger, or what I thought was a finger into me.

"What are you doing," I softly spoke as the tiredness fled me.

"If we are to do what you want tonight, I want to prep you as much as possible."

"Is that your finger?"

"No, this is a butt plug. It will sit inside of you for a while, stretching you so it won't hurt later."

"How long will it sit inside?" I said wincing.

"Only for a few hours at a time, it will feel a bit weird for a bit and walking may be different but I think you will quickly get used to it, it's not very large."

"Walking is already difficult and hours? How can that be possible?" I asked only to be met with a shrug.

I had to sit on a pillow for the rest of the day as I was still somewhat sensitive to the bruising and the intruder that was now periodically moving inside of me wasn't helping. We played a few board games until both of us were rather bored and chose to watch a video, Lord of the Rings.

His lap was soft enough to sit on with the use of a pillow. His hands never ceased moving around my body; one always caressing my cock to arousal and then letting it deflate and re-inflate as if it were a game. His mouth planted kisses all over my forehead, neck, and shoulders.

We were interrupted by the pizza delivery man, bringing the pizza Alex had ordered. We proceeded to take our old positions on the couch while consuming the pie, his free hand never left my crotch as he groped my cock with gently and ever so often.

"Let's go for a walk, it's a nice sunny day outside, and we are sitting inside like a couple of couch potatoes," he declared, pushing me onto my feet.

"I can't go out like this! Are you mad? People, kids, other kids would see me in these!" as I pointed to the yoga pants. "Even then it hurts to move."

"That is true, but not if we walk in the woods. Not many parents allow their kids to venture in the forest, not even the older kids, and no pain, no gain."

"I hum… I don't know."

"Come on, I'll show you someplace special, nobody else can visit it, it will just be us. I own the surrounding land."

"Ok, I guess. Are you sure my clothes aren't done drying yet?" I pleaded with him

"They probably are, but it wouldn't be a good idea to take clean clothes outside, not on a boy like you. It would hide your beauty." He said as he patted me on my sore bottom. "We can leave out the backdoor, it's fenced off, and we can slip out the gate, we don't want Mrs. Neider seeing you like this."

As we exited the safe haven of the house, the sun was shining, a bit hotter than the other day with no breeze. "When we find the path just keep following it, I'll be right behind you."

Slowly there was a fading path forming as it seemed that it had been created through the forest by the feet of others that snaked their way slowly up and down the hills, weaving between the trees?

"Wouldn't it have been easier for whoever made this path to walk in a straight line and taken fewer hills? And how much farther?" I exclaimed, breathing harder. Not because the walk was too much for me to handle; it was the blasted plug in my rear. Luckily Alex couldn't see how it had been keeping me so hard the entire walk.

"I guess I could have made it straighter, but where's the fun in that? Plus, I get to see that amazing ass of yours move," as he gave it a quick slap, not hard enough to hurt but enough to make me jump and move the plug a bit.

"Eek, that hurt, I'm still sore, you know! You should know you caused it!" I said as I laughed while rubbing my butt. "Where are we going anyways? It's been easily a mile if not more already!"

With a sigh, "Well it's been about only 5 minutes, and a quarter of a mile from the house, and if you must know around this next corner you will see what I'm dragging you out here for," he answered.

The bend in the hill got smaller as we got closer; I let out a jump for joy. It was a somewhat secluded river with a waterfall cascading into a pool that slowly narrowed into smaller pools before draining into what looked like pipes.

"Wow, you own this?"

"I do, it's the water supply for my house, and yours and Mrs. Neider's, but the other two won't know if we go swimming in it."

"But I didn't bring a swimsuit," I said while pouting.

"Oh, that's all right, I guess I'll swim alone then; you can watch from the shore." As he started to shed his shirt and shorts. "Oh, I guess I didn't either."

"Guess no one is swimming."

"Wrong again Squeaks," he said as he dropped his underwear "I'll skinny dip, you should as well, it will help that bottom of yours."

"I will not!"

"Guess you can watch me swim and have all the fun while you stand, we didn't bring a pillow for you to sit on, your highness!" he shouted back as he rushed into the water. "Besides, why not, I have already seen you naked, and you have seen me."

I had lost, I couldn't sit on the bare ground, and he also said the water would help with my soreness. I started to shed my clothes into a pile next to his.

I ran in the water after him, and as I hit it waist deep, I realized it was freezing cold, "HOLY SHIT, this is freezing! How are you fine with this?" I shouted while my teeth chattered.

"You'll get used to it, its water from a spring. None of those chemicals the city puts in it; much better for you. And language young man! I don't need to spank you again, do I?" He said before sliding below, the water, "It's also better if you just dunk yourself under a few times, it helps to get used to it."

"You wouldn't DARE spank me again."

"Dunk yourself under, and if punishment is fit, it will be dealt with, no matter the situation," he said glaring at me.

Right before I slipped beneath the water, I slapped my hand against the water toward him. As I sank below, the cold feeling was joined by a gritty feeling as my feet touched the sandy bottom with my toes sinking in before I pushed off bounding up and out the water into the arms of Alex.

"No longer cold, are we?"

"No, you're right, that really does help get past the cold."

"Well, time to play then," he said as he tossed me into the air and then sinking further into the depths before he dived after me as if I were a toy. He did this several times before returning us to the shallows where we stood waist-deep in the water.

"You seem to have forgotten to take everything off before coming in the water Peter."

"I did not."

"But you did, well, you forgot to take something out," he said as he put his hand under my ass placing pressure on the butt plug pushing it slightly more inside.

"Oh, I completely forgot that. I'm sorry Mr. Parrish," I spoke softly placing my head against him. "Please don't be mad."

"It's ok, luckily it's just you and me here." He whispered back kissing me while his hand never left my ass; it worked its way around the butt plug and started slowly moving it in and out of me.

With a slight grimace of pain, I looked up and watched his eyes intently, it must have been a sight to see, a naked man and boy in the water, with the boys arms wrapped around the waist of the man, while his hand was around the boy's ass moving back and forth underwater, I thought. Thank god nobody was near.

"Wait, if this is our drinking water, why are we swimming in it? We are all sweaty and dirty! And you're moving that thing in my ass, what if my poo gets in our water!?" I panted as he picked up the pace with his hand.

"Exciting, isn't it?"

"No! This is disgusting!"

"Don't you worry, I thought about that before! You see where the water is drained? It goes through several filters before it would ever touch our lips."

"I still don't know if I would still drink it."

"That's a concern for later, but for now let's get home and put some food in our bellies."

"We didn't bring towels," I said while stepping back onto the grassy hill.

"We will have to air dry I guess Peter; I wouldn't mind having a better view of the moon on the way back anyways."

"I will not walk back like this!"

"You could roll around in the grass and dirt, but I would throw you back in the water, won't need to bathe you again."

"I hum… fine! And what did you mean by seeing the moon? It's still light out!"

As a smile broke across his face, he spoke "Oh you are so innocent. I'm talking about this," as he grabbed my ass cheeks, spreading them apart before withdrawing the plug.

"The butt plug?"

"No, your ass, it's as white as the moon. Haven't you ever heard of mooning someone?"

"OHHH… that's where that comes from!"

Laughing uncontrollably, it took a moment until he finally spoke: "Anyways, let's start walking back."

"Fine but I'm not walking in front of you this time!"

"That's fine, I'll find something else to amuse me."

We started walking home naked, his hand on my ass but this time not without the butt plug but him placing two of his fingers inside of me wiggling them around and playing with my button.

"Squeaks, there's something you could play with as well, you look rather bored," as he pointed to his now hard cock.

"But, I can't, what if someone sees us?"

"We are both naked, and I have my fingers in your ass, it's going to be too late if anyone sees anything," he said while thrusting his fingers in roughly.

"I can't walk and have that in my mouth, what if I run into a tree, and you're already making it difficult to walk with your fingers!"

"Well, you could use your fingers, except you're not left-handed so that would be awkward; ah… I know of a solution!"

As he finished talking, he picked me up and twirled me in his arms upside down until I was at head height with his other head, "Now. Spread your legs around my chest and put your body against me so I can see ahead; I'll be our eyes, so we don't hit anything."

"I still don't know."

He clearly didn't like my response and swatted me on my butt with his free hand before securing me with that hand. My mouth quickly engulfed him. I didn't even have to move my head up and down much, his stepping started to do that work for me, a little too much as more and more made its way inside of my mouth before hitting the back of my throat causing me to gag.

We got closer to his house, and his pace began to slow, eventually coming to a stop. When he stopped moving I could feel his cock grow in size and begin to spurt inside my mouth; this time I managed to swallow all of it, not letting a drop out or so I thought as I moved my head off his cock, the last squirt landed on my lips and a bit went up my nose.

"Well, some people arrive late to the party, I guess?" he spoke as he lowered me back to the ground, placing me on my feet.

I looked up frustrated, "I don't like this stuff on my face, or in my stomach! And now it's in my nose!"

"Currently it has no other place to reside, but that might change tonight though."

"I got you off, but you didn't get me off! How is that fair?" I said as I stomped my foot, stopping us in the path.

"Stop acting like a child, your time will come."

"No, I am a child, I will act like one. Just because you do adult things with me doesn't mean you can treat me like one!"

Sighing, "Fine, ok, come over here and lean up against this tree."

Leaning up against the tree, he took my cock in his mouth and swirled around the tip before taking in the entire length while moving back and forth. He was starting to send me into a sensational overload, causing my eyes to roll to the back of my head as the tingles in my stomach finally released themselves throughout my body.

"That was amazing, what did you do different this time to cause that?"

"Nothing different, you just are more excited to be nude outside than you think," he smiled back at me "And what's with the sir thing? Just call me Alex."

"I guess we will have to do this more, I'm still not used to being out in the open like this."

As I tried to get back on the path, my legs became like gelatin, and the ground soon got closer, "And my dad always said to say, Sir or Ma'am."

"Oh no, you don't!" he said as he caught me before I hit the ground, "Guess I'll have to carry you."

"Please do, I can't walk anymore after that."

He couldn't carry our clothes, the plug, and me. It was clear where one of those objects would reside during the rest of our walk. The articles of clothing I was able to hold while he cradled me like a newborn.

When we finally went through the house door I was able to run off and grab my clothes from the dryer only to have them taken from my hands, "Now, now, we don't need to have these smell bad, only when your mummy returns may you wear these clothes, until then, back into these tights or in the nude."

"Ok" was all I could say, there was no winning with this man, "the pants it is then."

"I'll make us some sandwiches and get you a soda; go pick a show, and we can relax the rest of the night. Nothing more will happen for the day, at least until bedtime bucko; also take the plug out and put in the sink, I need to clean it."

He said something else about me being as tight as I could be, but I was already focusing on removing the intruder, like a trapped hyena trying to bite its own leg off.

Chapter 3
Revelations

He lived up to his word, sandwich, soda, TV, nothing else happened for the rest of the night, the sun setting, it was getting darker. Hand in hand, he pulled me from the couch to the bedroom; I knew the time was coming for the experience that I painfully endured for was soon. With one final attempt, he tried to persuade me to not do this. "I know I betrayed your trust today and hurt you beyond what I should have. Are you sure you want to do this?" It only took a nod, and a few seconds to slip out of some too-tight yoga pants, now I stood in front of him naked as the day I was born I was so giddy with excitement.

"You are the most beautiful boy I have ever had the pleasure to be in the company of," he said while blushing and then added, "Lay on the bed and lean up against the pillows. I'll do all the work."

Sitting as requested, he scooted in-between my legs, taking me in his mouth, making me hard in seconds. His tongue playfully licked around my scrotum. As he let my penis slip out of his mouth, he worked himself downward licking and sucking on my balls, taking both of them in his mouth at once. The next spot his tongue touched made me give out a loud gasp. He was licking my butt!

"Oh what, what are you doing?" it was so pleasant; he began to caress my ass with his hands.

He withdrew his head from my nether regions, I could only look at him in amazement at the feelings he just sent shuddering through my body.

"I thought you would like that, but it's time to get this show on the road," he exclaimed as he removed his shirt and shorts, only his boxers were still left on. I knew that was my cue to stand up and remove them.

Kneeling on the wooden floors in front of the man who taught me so much, I knew I could not back out now.

With my eye on the prize, I wanted this so badly as I freed the 8 [20cm] full inches from the bounds of those boxers, I took it in my hands sliding it back and forth in my hands while placing the tip onto my lips.

"You promise to not do the head holding thing again, right."

"I can only perform once tonight, so I'm only letting you take it your mouth for so long."

With that note, I slipped my lips around the tip, never breaking eye contact with my lover. With a few licks and sucks, I stopped my actions as he picked me up, laying me back in the spot he had previously requested.

"Soon I'll give you what you want, but for now I'm going to get more of a taste of you" as the first kiss reached my neck.

I was in bliss; he worked his way to my mouth, pressing his tongue into mine. Those magical lips worked their way down my neck onto my shoulders and chest, where they stopped and suckled on one of my nipples, while the other was being pinched. He reached over to the nightstand drawer and retrieved a tube with the lettering KY on it.

"What's that for?" I said with a puzzling look on my face.

"This will help me enter and move around inside you easier, it will cause less pain."

I was still so nervous, I couldn't speak, but I just nodded as he handed me the tube, "Squeeze some out onto your hands and work it all over my cock."

As I followed his instructions, I rested my head right above his belly button, looking down at the cock, all eight [20cm] inches of it.

"Will all of this really be inside of me?" I asked squeamishly.

"It's possible, but I doubt time it will all fit your first time."

"I want you to make it all fit."

"I can't do that, it will hurt."

"I know, but its love, it will feel good for you, someday for me it will feel good too, right?"

"Someday," he said as I was finishing coating his manhood.

I laid back down on the bed; he spread my legs as wide they would go. Handing him the lube, he reopened it coating his fingers before placing them at my waiting hole. It was cold to the touch, but soon the fingers worked their magic, pressing up against my button.

"It's time; this is your only chance to back out."

"I already have been spanked; I can't undo this." As he approached me, I pulled my legs up as close to my chest as possible, giving him much more access to the entrance. His cock kept twitching as it waited for its time to perform.

I was shaking in fear. I did not know what to expect. The anxiety shortly left me, as IT was quick. Alex gave me no warning, and the tip slipped in with one swift thrust. The resistance gave way; the pain was not what I was expecting,

"Squeaks, that's just the tip," he said while reading my contorted face.

All I could manage was a nod for him to keep going. The pain kept growing inside my body with a burning sensation that sent messages to my brain trying to scream at him to remove the intruder, but my mouth could never let the sound escape as my hand covered my mouth, tears flowing down my cheeks but the look of bliss on his face was worth the suffering. He kept pausing after every push. It was hours, no minutes, how long has it been? He spoke to me, finally breaking the trance of confusion.

"It's all the way in; can you feel my hair against your bottom?"

He was right, it was somewhat itchy, but it was the least of my concerns at the time.

"It burns, it hurts," was all I could whimper while twisting my body back and forth.

"I told you I would stop moving and your body will get used to this before I move more."

We sat, and sat, and sat some more as the burning subsided; my eyes opened to see he was just studying my face. Nodding at him, he lowered his head down to me and began to French kiss me; in doing this, he slowly withdrew his cock some and then retook the lost ground. Slowly thrusting back and forth, as his eyes never left mine.

He finally spoke out, "God, you're like a vice down there."

"Is that a good or a bad thing?" I said while wincing as the pain continued with each thrust.

"Good, very good."

As he moved back and forth, his thrusts became longer and harder, forcing gurgles and whimpers out of me. It was rough, I felt like a rag doll being tossed around, I had no control, but a sensation slowly was creeping inside of me. I began to enjoy feeling full. It still hurt but I knew he was able to enjoy it, every so often he found my special button and hit it repeatedly. It was the only spectacular residual feeling with each thrust and the pain lessened as my body grew accustomed to the intruder.

As his assault continued, my body began to get all the tingles as the button was stimulated more and more. Soon I spasmed and felt my entire body tighten. It wasn't long after that he only held the tip of his cock inside me and in one quick thrust, plunged himself all the way in. With his cock pulsing, I could feel each jet hit inside of me; he stayed inside of me for the longest time just panting.

"Are you ok, my sweet prince? You did really well," he said, praising me as he brushed through my hair while the other hand continued to fondle me. "You aren't hurting, are you?

"I'm fine, it hurt for a while, and it still kind of does hurt but it is passing."

"I'm proud of you; can you feel my soldiers swimming inside of you? You're no longer a virgin; you're my boy, my sweet, sweet boy."

I felt wet, and something leaking out of my ass, "You came inside of me," I said as he was calling me his boy.

"I did," as he reached and began to finger my hole, "I can feel my sperm inside of you," as he gently played with the outer ring of my hole. He rubbed some of the lube and sperm mixtures into my ass. "Walking might be a bit painful for a few days; it might hurt no matter what you do."

Exhausted, it wasn't long before darkness overcame me but not before I heard him speak to me again, "You're more special than you know, Henry." Too confused by the slip of the tongue I gave in to the sleep.

***

In the early gray light, I awoke to the room still cold, yet to be warmed by the rising sun. I tried to sit up, but the pain just erupted through my body, causing me to cry. I did my best to remove myself from my lover's embrace to make my way to the bathroom to pee. Waddling was the best I could do. With an empty bladder, it was time that I went to the mirror to see the damage to my rear. Parting my ass cheeks, I was only able to see a puffy red dot with dried semen around it. Familiar faces started to appear in the mirror, smiling and nodding back at me with approval, all of them of me as a boy or a man welcoming the site of a deflowered boy's hole.

With the trip to the bathroom successful, it was time that I returned to take my place in the arms of Alex. I continued to cry, not from the pain, well, but from knowing I experienced what I longed for so long; was it indeed all pain or just a mean trick. Despite the physical pain, the pleasure in seeing the happiness on another person's face was worth enduring. I decided I would sacrifice everything to be sure those around me were always happier than me. With that in mind, I did like the feeling of being full and the little button he pushed so often cause tingles that I could enjoy.

***

Blast it, I couldn't get back to sleep, what am I to do? I can't feed myself, I don't know where anything is in his kitchen even the stairs might be literally the downfall of me. All I could do was lay still, trying not to move my body as the light had changed from gray to yellow. It was almost 6:50, I knew from the previous day Alex's alarm was set for 7 am. I rolled him onto his back, and snaked my way to his cock expecting to have to bring it to full size but was surprised as it stood at attention ever so waiting for my touch to return.

My mouth had a first go at it, bobbing up and down, only able to take in about 4 [10cm] inches before I heard a sigh and turned my gaze up to meet the eyes of Mr. Parrish, "that's a pleasant way to wake up, how are you feeling today? Sore? Pain ok?" as I was about to pull my mouth off him, "Please leave it in, if you are sore, swirl your tongue around the tip," with the circular motion and the next question shattered the silence, "Did you enjoy last night, take as much as you can inside your mouth."

I slowly began my attempt to take in as much as possible of his cock. Closing my eyes, I kept pushing my mouth down farther and farther ever so slowly feeling part of the cock hit the back of my throat.

"My, my" he sighed out "you really must have enjoyed that, but you're still in pain?" he lifted me up and pulled out of my mouth allowing me to breathe easier.

"It hurt a lot, but I was enjoying seeing you so happy, so I am happy."

His look saddened and he spoke, "You should have been able to enjoy it as well, don't keep doing something just for me. You need to be able to enjoy our intimacy just as much."

"I did feel tad bits of pleasure, but like you said it will take time to get used to these feelings."

"I did say that but don't overexert yourself and get hurt; now if you could finish what you started," as he pointed back down to his rod, "I'll warn you when I'm close."

The bobbing continued but not as far as previous, as I feared I would choke if I even attempted to try to engulf it again. With a few minutes passing and some ball fondling, his raspy voice spoke: "I'm gonna cum soon."

As the pulses began, I pushed my mouth deeper, ever so wanting not to spill a drop. With each pulse, some escaped and dribbled out of the side of my mouth.

As I felt the end near, I lifted my head and smiled. Tugging at my arms, Alex started bringing me closer until we were mouth to mouth, and he began to lick around my face for sperm that had dribbles from my mouth.

"No sense in letting those all go to waste; a growing boy needs all the vitamins he can get."

"Vitamins?" I asked a bit confused as he pushed away.

"Oh yes, they will help you grow big and strong, and there are lots in that yummy sperm for you."

"Oh… ok." I sighed before smiling at him. "Food?"

"May I take a look at your rear first? I want to make sure you are ok."

As I laid back down onto the bed, my ass cheeks slowly being spread open by the gentle hands, an audible gasp was soon let out followed by sniffling. "I'm so sorry Peter, I know I was rough, it looks so painful."

"It only hurts a bit when I walk, but nothing I can't handle," I spoke softly as I turned around to embrace the man in a hug. "In time I will get used to it Alex, just like you said," I whispered in his ear.

"You will need to walk normally around your mother, or she might suspect something," he said as he ran his hand through my hair before stopping to embrace me in a kiss. "She will be back soon, and we can't lay in bed forever."

Sitting up hurt rather severely, as I winced with each movement, "Alex, could you help me, please?

"With what bud?"

"Could you carry me? Just until I'm used to the… um, discomfort?"

As he picked me up, cradling me in his arms, he declared it was time for a shower, "You smell like sex, any grown adult would recognize the scent before you stepped in the room."

With my head locked on his shoulder, I nodded and gave a small peck to his neck. He just waltzed right past his shower and into the hallway.

"You passed the shower," I replied, confused.

"A bath will help relax and ease the pain on your rear," he spoke softly as he patted my battered rear.

Luckily, I was hardly aching from the spanking, and the pain was mostly from the part that received the penetration. The water was rising along with my cock recalling how he so lovingly played with me the night before, only to have it deflate as the warmth from the water hit my battered rosebud while wincing in pain; he started humming what seemed like a nursery rhyme.

"What is it that I keep hearing you hum?"

"A song my dad used to sing to me called 'Come, let's go to bed.'"

I looked down into the water before he began to speak again.

"I'm sorry; I didn't mean to remind you of him."

Softly I replied with tears forming in my eyes "Its, ok, you didn't mean to."

"I want to tell you something, Peter, but you can't tell your mother, you know."

Looking up from the water to meet my eyes, studying every movement for a minute before speaking, "Your mother didn't just move here for a job, she and I met online and have been dating for a few months."

As the words hit my ears, the gears started to turn. Would this man become my dad? It was too early to tell. "She didn't have any car troubles, she was at a weekend spa, and these two days were a trial run to see how we got along."

Still holding my breath, I stood up "I know this is a lot to take in, especially after last night but I didn't think that it would ever take a turn in that direction in our relationship."

All I could do was lean forward, hug the man who was holding me much dearer than any other man before. As I started to cry, his hand rubbed in circular motions around my back before pulling my head up to engage in a kiss that lasted for minutes.

When I pulled back, I saw the wet clothes, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to get you all wet."

"That's ok," was the response I was hoping for, "now I can join you in the tub," he said as he continued to rub my back.

In moments, he shed his clothes and sat in the tub. I stepped back in the tub and took my place between his legs; I leaned my head back and wrapped my hands around his head, bringing him in for another kiss. We sat and relaxed in the water; it wasn't long before his hand prodded at my butt, trying to find its way under it. Lifting myself up to sit on his thighs, his finger hit its mark, striking a glancing blow against the place it had explored the night before, as the finger worked its way in.

With a grimace, I squeaked and then softly spoke, "Two things I need to ask you, sir."

"Shoot and stop the sir thing." He said pushing his finger all the way in

"First, does this mean you might become my dad?

It took a few moments, and his face changed before speaking, "I think, I really do want that; I Love your mother, but I seem to have found a different person to love more than her."

"Oh," I said sadly and was about to start crying knowing that if they broke up, we could move away again, never allowing us to be together again.

"No, none of that crying stuff. That person is you, silly!" As the words were said, the tears began to flow. "Why are you crying? I thought you would be happy? I love you so much," he said as he kissed my forehead. His finger had stopped moving, almost withdrawing from me, but I grabbed his hand and forced his finger deeper inside of me.

I screamed out, "It's because nobody has ever loved me like you have. My mother loves me but would never understand what I see and know. You trusted me from the first day."

It hurt so badly. I just sat and closed my eyes while I continued to cry. Silence echoed the room before the snap of a bottle cap and feeling the liquid on my head. He began scrubbing my hair, which calmed me down, and the emotions started to subside. The rest of the bath remained quiet, both of us thinking. As he patted my butt as a sign to stand up as he drained the water, we dried in silence before he left the room, returning with my clean clothes.

***

He leaned against the counter being bathed in the sunlight, his body in the morning sunlight "I know it's a lot to take in Peter, but please don't let your mother know, she wanted us to be able to get to know each other before the end of the summer."

As I finished dressing, I looked over and smiled "I think we already know each other pretty well 'Dad,'" I said as I reached in between his legs grabbing his balls and playing with them in my hands. "Is it all right if I call you dad? That was my other question."

"Only if I get to call you son." He said, smiling as he ruffled my hair. "Ready to play again? I don't know if I can, but we can try."

I smiled back before I knelt before my new dad, "Then let's make this our first Father and Son bonding moment" I spoke as I took his flaccid cock in my mouth and begun to stimulate the head bringing him to full size in moments.

After a few minutes of bobbing my head, I took him as deep as I could into my mouth, burying my nose in his pubic hair.

He moaned and said a few garbled words; it wasn't long before he exclaimed, "I'm going to cum soon, son!" With that statement, I pulled his dick completely out of my mouth. "Why did you stop?"

"I want your sperm inside me but not in my tummy," I said as I stood up pushing him so that he was sitting on the countertop, before hopping up on his lap. "I think you get the idea now Daddy," I said as I rubbed my ass against his steel rod.

"I do get the idea, but you get the point!" he laughingly said as he adjusted me to where his cock was in line with my asshole. "You know this might hurt worse than last night? You still are sore." I nodded, but he still didn't push in.

"I guess I'll have to do all the work around here," I said. As I grimaced, I forced the head inside me. "They say stretching helps a sore muscle, right? And isn't the butt a muscle?" I said as I worked more of him inside of me.

"Not so fast little guy," he said as he pulled out of my butt.

Pushing me onto my feet, he stood himself up, "Daddy? Did you not like that?" I asked as he moved around me. I was spun around and placed belly down against the cold counter.

Looking in the reflection of the mirror, he finally spoke: "Daddy loves his little boy, but he loves to be on top and to be a bit rough, and this way we both get to watch our first father and son moment."

He pulled a bottle out of the drawer and squirted some on his two fingers before ramming them inside me, "It's not KY, but this lotion will do." An audible gasp and whimper had been let out. "Shh, no need for that."

He removed his fingers and then applied lotion to his cock. As he lined himself up, he let out a long breath looked up and could see me staring back at him through the mirror, smiling. He didn't go easy on me and went the full length in me with his first thrust, pausing only when he spoke.

"Be strong son, with time this pain will ease, and you will enjoy it" as he slapped my ass cheeks repeatedly.

My eyes soon let the tears flow as I watched the smiling man never avert his gaze from my face, "Please slow down daddy" I begged, but it only seemed to entice him to be rougher.

"There's no time to go slow, I want you to be used to this by the end of the week; someone special may or may not visit you. Your mother will be back at noon, that's only 2 hours from now, and I want to enjoy this as many times as possible before then. Now be quiet and focus on stretching your asshole. We don't want you to be waddling later!"

Knowing there was only one way to remain quiet, I brought my hand up to my mouth, covering it. Recalling my previous conversation to myself, to do anything to never lose him. Long hard thrusts soon turned into quicker thrusts, and as the motions continued, my body started to convulse.

"See, your body knows what you like; it's just the pain you seem to have issues with." He said while panting, "Maybe this will help," as he withdrew all but the tip, and with one long hard thrust buried himself to his balls and begun to release all his sperm in my chute. "There we go boy, they are inside of you, just like you wanted. That's what you wanted, right?" He said, as he remained buried deep and his hands began to rub my back downwards before resting on my ass, and he withdrew his cock. Laying there limp, a smile crossed my face as I knew I had made him happy and soon I started falling asleep still bent over the counter his cum leaking out of me down my legs where it soon dried.

***

"No time to rest," as he administered a hard slap across my ass, causing me to jolt awake "only an hour and a half before your mother returns, let's get you home!" he spoke as he washed his dried seed off my legs and rectum with a warm cloth.

"But we are locked out of the house."

"I've had a house key the entire time."

"You had a house key? All this time and you made wear those stupid spandex pants!" I angrily responded.

"They did make you look good. All I could do was glare back at Alex as I stood up hurting but more able to walk than before. As I dressed, we left his house and walked back home, hand in hand.

"Why did you have to spank me?" I asked as we ambled over, "I didn't do anything wrong."

"Hmm? Oh, told you I like it a bit rough."

"That was just painful." I said as we walked with my head low, "It's ok, though." We didn't talk the rest of the way; I just kept staring at the pavement until we stood on our porch.

As he held up a key, smiling at me, the door was soon unlocked. "Why don't you show me to your room, Peter? I have yet to see how you decorated it."

I had picked the room at the top left of the stairs; it was painted blue with a twin bed with a blue and red square pattern quilt on top. Some shoes and clothes scattered around the floor. Boxes still sat in the corner while some trophies I had won in little league sports were on top of my new dresser. As we entered, he picked up a pair of my dirty underwear and brought it to his face taking a deep breath as the cloth was against his nose.

"Gross, why would you smell that?"

"It smells like you, and I love it, here take a whiff."

As he passed me my dirty underwear, I held it to my nose, "I can only smell pee." I replied with a confused look.

"I can tell it's you, I'll be able to recognize it from now on!"

As he paced around the room, he opened the window, "I think we need some fresh air in here, it's kind of stinks like a little boy."

"Nu-Uh! I said giggling as I sat on my bed, him joining next to me placing his hand on the inside of my thighs

"Spread your legs wider," he whispered in my ear. Doing as told, he rubbed my crotch and thighs, "Now stand up please and remove your clothes."

"Perfect," he spoke softly to himself as I stood in between his legs subject to every poke, prod, and kiss he placed on my body; "Underwear too darling, it's time to enjoy you again."

"But, but we just did it!"

"I want to do it again, now obey me, only this butt matters to me," as he reached inside my underwear and pinched me.

As my head lowered to my chin, my hands obeyed, dropping my underwear as I stepped out and kicked them to the side.

"Head up boy, be proud and happy. You and I are together, you don't have to be that sad boy in pain anymore."

As he placed his hand under my chin, raising my head to meet his, we kissed slowly. He worked us until he was laying on the bed with my head on his chest, working himself in and out of me. As I was still exhausted from the earlier workout, I simply laid on him until he finished inside of me again, panting while he spoke.

"You are so perfect, you know that, right? Now, clothes back on, your mom will be home any minute."

It wasn't a moment longer before my shorts and shirt had been slipped on, and I had made my way down the flight of stairs before the door opened and in stepped my mom, "Mommy!" I screeched as I jumped the last three stairs into her bag-filled arms.

"Mommy? You haven't called me that in years". She said with a puzzled look on her face, "How was your time with Mr. Parrish?"

"Sorry, I just missed you so much, and it slipped out. Alex is amazing, mom; I loved every moment with him. He treated me like a prince, catering to my every need!" I said, forgetting the assault upstairs.

"It's ok sweetie, I missed you calling me that. I'm glad he was able to fulfill everything for you, but don't be spoiled. Now get the rest of the bags from the car." As she spoke, Mr. Parrish came out of the bathroom. "Thank you, Mr. Parrish, for taking care of him."

"It was a pleasure, you know he told me hasn't been camping in years. I have a cabin out in the woods; I would love it if you both would be able to come out sometime this summer."

"You know, I really can't recall the last time we did go camping, except that I'm about to start a job at the hospital. I doubt I would be able to get any time off this summer, maybe you and he could go, and I might be able to join you for a day or two."

***

As I left the room for the car, I heard, "Did you tell him yet? No? Ok, it's no rush; I want the two men in my life to get along."

If only she knew, I had him inside of me before she could. As I reentered the house with arms filled with bags, they were kissing. They hadn't heard me enter before breaking off the kiss, Alex gave me a wink, and my mom blushed and turned red when she saw me.

"What was that?" I playfully asked?

"Nothing sweetie."

"That's how adults sometimes say thank you, as you will learn one day."

"Oh Mr. Parrish I forgot I wanted to show you one of the toys I brought with me from Texas, would you come to look at it, please? Please?"

"Peter, he might want a break from you, you can be a handful even for two days, and God knows how I survived 9 years with you. With a shocked look, I almost cried, did she not love me? "I'm joking sweetie, don't cry."

"I would love to see the toy, Peter."

"I'll put these things away then I guess while you two looks at his toys."

Bounding up the stairs, I heard Alex just as quickly behind me. As we entered the room, I promptly shut the door. "Where's this toy you wanted to show me?"

"It's over in the closet, under the blanket."

As he made his way over the closet and was peaking under the blanket, I had quickly shed my shorts and underwear and sat on the bed. "I don't see anything except for dirty clothes here, Peter."

"Oh, shoot! It's right here!" I exclaimed playing with my cock rising to all three [8cm] inches. "You got to enjoy me twice today, make that a third, please."

"Now is not the time for that, your mom is downstairs!"

"It is too! You like to be risky; this is about as risky as it can be. Plus, you just got off in me… so it's only fair right?" Walking over, I took his hand, leading him back to my bed before I took my old spot back. "On your knees Daddy, it is rude to not accept a gift, my mommy says so"

"So, this is a gift now? I wouldn't have guessed that by how much you let me at the last few days", he spoke as he kneeled in front of me parting my legs, engulfing both cock and balls in one go. Squeals of delight escaped my mouth before he took his mouth off.

"Shh or she will hear us, and you will get us caught, you flirt."

Placing my hand over my mouth, he finally continued, a bit quieter in case someone was on the other side of the door, I think the slurping sounds would have given our activity away. He begun to pick up his pace before pushing me on my back and parting my ass cheeks with his hand and fingering me ever so softly, he knew I was still raw from the morning and night before. As my body shuddered in delight, he quickly removed his mouth and finger and told me to get dressed.

"That was exciting, daddy," I said as I rubbed my ass against his crotch as I went down to pick up my underwear. "That was some toy, wasn't it? All the way from Texas too! One of a kind!"

"It truly is one of a kind," he spoke as he pinched my butt. "I'm very lucky."

As I finished getting dressed, we headed back downstairs and into the kitchen. Food was my focus; I was starving. As we sat in the living room, we exchanged how our days had gone before Alex left to use the bathroom again; he must not have a large bladder, I thought.

"Mum could Mr. Parrish stay for dinner? Please? I think he would be lonely at his house?" I as I snuggled tightly to her.

"Well that is up to him, you can ask him yourself, you know."

"Could you please do it for me?"

With a sigh "I suppose, you ought to start speaking for yourself soon, people will take advantage of you if you don't, now if you could please go check the temperature of the chicken, it has to read 165 F and don't let the thermometer touch the pan!"

There was a slight hint of pain as I started to walk, still sore from the sex. Blasted I thought, I was so caught up in everything, I got used to the pain. Now it really hurts. Can't let mom know anything was wrong as I quickened my pace going around the corner.

"Oh, he went to check on the food, Alex. Is it true that you guys really got along that well? Oh good, yes, no you can't tell him yet." I heard them laughing.

"Mum, what was the temperature for the chicken again?" frowning with no response "MUM" I shouted before hearing bits of commotion.

"165 [75c] degrees, Sweetie."

"Thank you!"

***

As I walked back into the room, they were sitting rather close, a bit too close for my comfort. Squeezing myself between the two adults before looking up to see a frustrated look on my mom's face. He's all mine woman! I thought.

"Did you ask him?" I finally spoke.

"Oh, Mr. Parrish, Petey, would like you to stay for dinner; I think someone's got a crush on somebody," she laughingly said.

"Mom!" I squealed out as my face reddened, I was so embarrassed; all I could do was tuck my head in between her arm and the couch to hide it.

"I would love to stay for dinner. Do you need any help setting the table or anything?" Alex said, softly stroking my back. "Don't be embarrassed, your Mom was only joking."

As I heard those words, I quickly rose, smiling and laughing, "Ha, I got you both! I said as I bolted off the couch before tapping Alex's shoulder and shouting, "Tag, you're it!"

"Oh no, you don't you little rascal! I will not be it," he said as he chased after me around and through all the rooms before I escaped out the back door and hid on the front porch. Phew I thought,I finally escaped. It was then something grabbed me, pulling me off the ground and up into the air.

"Ha-ha! I finally got the wanted Pirate Petey! The reward is soon to be mine!"

"How did you know about that name?" I was actually genuinely embarrassed by that name; I hadn't been into pirates since I was 6 years old.

"Your mother can talk a mile a minute about you," he said as he sat me down on to the bench before sitting next to me. "She's always talking about you, you know?"

As I stood up, I took my usual seat, "Sitting on wood is not something pirate Petey would do," I said as I sat on his lap.

"Well you can't sit on my lap than, it has got some hardwood there," he said.

"What?"

"Never mind," he spoke as my head was tucked on his shoulder. Rocking back and forth, we stayed like this for a few minutes before I finally spoke

"I really do."

"You really do what?"

"Have a crush on you."

"Ah, puppy love."

"No, I really do love you," I said while poking his shoulder

After I said that, my mother came out of the front door to see me on his lap.

"He tripped and bumped his knee a bit" Alex silently spoke as he continued to rock me back and forth. "My dad always did this me when I got hurt. I always felt better; don't you feel better, Pete?

"I do" I spoke pretending to rub my eye a bit as if I were removing a tear.

"Well, as lovely a sight to see, dinner is ready; hop off his lap and limp or waddle your way to the table young man."

The dinner was spectacular, parmesan chicken, one of my favorites. As I helped myself to seconds, then thirds Alex spoke.

"Where does all that go?"

"I wonder that myself," my mother said.

"In my stomach," I laughed as I patted my stomach nearly dropping the next chicken breast off my plate.

"If you make a mess, you will be cleaning it up, you need to be more careful," my mother said as she glared at me.

"Sorry I'll be more careful."

As the table was cleared and the night went on, my eyelids became heavier and heavier until darkness overcame.

"Up to bed mister!" I heard my mother say.

"Too…tired, I'll just sleep here."

"No, you will not, not on these new couches, I can't even believe your feet are on them, look at your socks they're filthy!"

"Carry me to my bed, please?" I begged, as all I wanted to do was return to my sleep.

"You are too big! I can't carry you anymore."

"Perhaps I could Susan," Mr. Parrish said.

Weird, I thought he would have left what he is still doing here.

"Oh no, you have done so much already, I couldn't impose any more on you. Lazybones here just needs to get himself up there."

"It's really no problem at all. I carry my nephews, and they are the same age as him," he said.

Taking no for an answer, he was sliding his arms under me and cradling me while he walked up the stairs. Once in my room, he somehow pulled off the quilt from the bed and pushed me under it before bringing it up to my neck.

"Sleep well bud; remember not a word of what we do." Instead of falling back to sleep, I pulled his head down and kissed him on his lips. "What was that for?"

"The reward for catching Pirate Petey, I always gave mom a kiss when she caught me, but not on the lips, always on the cheek. It also was to remind you we seal our secrets with a kiss and it's how adults say thank you." He mumbled something else, but I couldn't stay awake any longer.

***

As the days passed, I had little to no contact with Alex. Now, with all the boxes emptied and recycled, I couldn't sit around the house anymore. "Mom, I'm going to go play outside! I might stop by Mr. Parrish's house; I wanted to ask him a few more questions."

"Ok, be back before 6:30, I'll have dinner ready by them."

While the walk was nothing spectacular, it was enough to clear my head until I had noticed that there was a second car, a rather nice one at that, a green jaguar. I shrugged it off as if it could have been a second car he owned that just got back from the auto shop. Getting closer, my thoughts began to change; I could hear two voices through an open window. Instead of knocking on the door, I just stood there not sure whether to make myself known or not.

"Someone is at your door, Alex."

"Well open it then and see who it is."

I had been found out, I turned to leave, but it was too late, the door swung open, an elderly man who seemed to be in his late fifties or earlier sixties stood before me.

As I was slowly backing up, "Can I help your young man?"

"I, hum, was just going to say hi to Mr. Parrish," I stuttered out.

"Ah, Alex, it's for you."

He spoke as turned his head over his shoulder then turned back, looking at me with a wink. As I saw him turn the corner, a smile broke over his face.

"Oh, don't just stand in the doorway dad, let him in, he's the boy I was telling you about, he and his mom just moved next door."

"Ah, that boy. The vase breaker." He said laughingly before stepping out of the door, "Come on in."

When I started to make my way past the man, I attempted to make myself as small as I could as I went by him.

"So, Peter, what brings you over today?" Alex called from the kitchen.

"I just wanted to say hi, I hadn't seen you in a few days."

"Sorry, I've had company over lately, and it's been almost two weeks," he said as he brushed some flour off his hand onto his pants before pointing at his guest. "This is my dad Walter, Walter, Petey."

"Peter," I said before I would be stuck known as Petey.

"Well, it's a pleasure to meet you, Petey," the man spoke as he stuck out his hand. Rats, I thought before reaching my hand out to meet his only to be pulled into a hug. "I know it all…Squeaks," he whispered in my ear before breaking our embrace.

With a horrified look, I turned toward Alex, "Sorry, Petey, he knows about you and me and your mom. Relief started to settle over my body before a smack hit my backside.

"That's not all I know."

"Dad! I told you not to say a word!"

"Sorry, he's more beautiful than you said," Walter said, looking deep into my eyes.

Listening to the words being exchanged, I started to get woozy and leaning up against the wall and slowly began to slide down it "Oh no, you don't! No fainting on us," Alex said as he picked me up carrying me to the couch then settling me onto his lap.

"He really does faint, wow. I knew you could knock girls off their feet but now boys?" his dad laughed as he took a seat in the recliner.

My whole world was crashing down again, I thought. Rocking back and forth, Alex held me.

"Sorry," he whispered in my ear. "He is my dad; he knows everything about my life. Without him, I would have never done what we did together. He taught me everything."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. "So, you and your dad did what we did?"

"Yes, and then some" as he spoke, I could feel him getting harder and harder underneath me.

"I thought you said he cried a lot."

"Dad! You are not helping here!"

"I do, sometimes," I spoke as I smiled at Walter. "He is just helping me get past that."

It was the first time I really got a good look at Walter. He stood an inch or two taller than Alex, his hair was similar as well but had gray in his, he had a short beard that was gray at the edges, but the rest held its ginger color.

"That's another shocker Alex, you said he was as shy as a clam!" he said while continuing to smile at the small boy on his son's lap.

If he knows about Alex and me then, this will knock his socks off, I thought. Alex opens his mouth to speak only to be silenced by me as I kissed him, and kiss him I did; it was a good few minutes before the kiss broke.

"Peter!" Alex exclaimed with a shocked look on his face.

"What, if he knows, he knows," I shrugged before looking back at the man who returned a smile.

"You said we were sight-seeing tonight, Alex, but I didn't expect to see one so soon." His dad spoke as Alex blushed. "How come you were never like that? Makes me jealous," he said as he adjusted his pants.

"I need to go check the cake," Alex babbled as he shoved me off his lap onto the couch. What did I do now? Was it bad? He didn't like it.

Standing up, I rushed out after him, "Alex, I'm sorry." I said as I started to sniffle and cry as I walked up behind him, hugging him. "Did I do something wrong? Please forgive me."

"You didn't do anything wrong I needed to get to the cake before it burns." He said laughing. "I really did like it."

"Your dad seemed to enjoy it a lot as well," I said, wiping my tears and snot on his shirt.

"Gross, I'm not your personal tissue," he said, pointing to the box of tissues on the counter.

"What's the cake for?" I asked as I watched him test the center with his finger. "Why did you just touch the top of it?"

"The cake is for my dad's 62nd birthday, the touch was to make sure it's done, if the cake bounces back up to its original spot it's done, if not it needs a few more minutes."

"Oh, I'm sorry to have interrupted your night. I'll just go home." I spoke as I started toward his back door. "Tell your dad happy birthday for me."

"No, no, you're already here, and you've already put on a show for him, so I doubt he will let you leave now," Alex said as he rubbed my back. "Let's go back into the living room. I bet he would like to know you more. Maybe sit on his lap, I bet he would love that." I nodded with a smile; I knew he would like that a lot.

***

As we walked back into the living room, Walter was now leaning all the way back in the recliner with his legs propped up on the leg rest. Well, I guess sitting on his lap is out of the question I thought. Looking back at Alex, he just nodded at me.

"Uh, could I hum… sit with you? If you know everything then you know Alex is going to try and marry my mom and hum I would like to know my grandpa before that." I asked quietly.

"Well, I suppose so, however, I'm not sitting up, not even for a delight like you. You can lay with me, though." He smiled as he said, "I haven't had the company of a boy of your beauty since Alex was a young lad."

With a blush and a smile, I glanced back at Alex before working my way on the chair. It was a bit more complicated than I had expected. It took some adjusting from both of us before I rested between him and the arm of the chair, with my head on his shoulder and an arm over his stomach. He was warm, and he eventually leaned over my side. It was too enticing; I crossed my leg over his and thrust my pelvis up, rubbing my hard package against his leg.

"My, my, a ball of energy, aren't you? He said as he slid his hand down onto my ass, giving it a hard squeeze. "Now I can see how you got my son into these shorts," he said as he slid his hand inside of my shorts.

As he touched and rubbed me, I felt a strange burst of joy shoot through me, but it wasn't like an orgasm but something different. I still felt the tingles building; it was like a happy memory but not one of mine or any I had seen before. Looking up, I saw Walter giving Alex a confused look as if he had felt the same burst of emotion.

The stare was soon broken as I started giggling "Well, you two get along better than I expected," Alex said with a bit of jealousy in his voice.

"You get me as much as you want Daddy. Grandpa here, I only get to see every so often," I gasped out as Walter found my puckered entrance, tickling it ever so slightly before inserting his finger enticing a few squeaks.

"Daddy?" Walter spoke with a raised eyebrow

"Oh, now you got him going dad; Squeaks settle down." He said never letting his eyes from me. I looked over at him as if he was considering me a pet.

"You two are so cute together, Daddy and Squeaks, that could be a good book," Walter said as he continued to probe deeper inside of me, ever so slightly rubbing my button, sending louder moans and squeaks out. "Well, that's enough of that," he said, withdrawing his hand. "Can't upset daddy now can we, squeaks? Also, could you call me Pops? It's what the other grandchildren call me."

Sighing, now empty and no more tingles inside of me, "No we can't upset him," I said sadly. As I saw Alex leave the room and head towards the kitchen, I whispered, "Please Pops, just a little more?" while rubbing my ass against his hand.

With a smile, his hand slid back down my shorts before thrusting his finger back in. Burying my head into his chest, only small noises could be heard from me as I ground myself further onto his finger.

"You know Alex; you found a really special one here," he shouted out.

"I do know dad! He's a bit crazy, but I think I can work that out of him."

I was just so lost in the tingles I couldn't even listen to the conversation going on. After a minute of pops resuming fingering my body, I started to shudder as the tingles now touched every single nerve ending causing me to arch my back and my ass to clamp down on the finger.

"The cake is ready, are you two going to join me or am I going to have to blow out your candles, dad?" he shouted from the kitchen.

I was still breathless as Walter withdrew his hand while patting me on the butt, "Come on, I can't eat all that cake alone, I think I'll need your help."

"Ok," was all I could say as I came down from cloud nine.

Alex clearly heard our previous conversation, "That's not all he might have to help you with," he pointed out the bulge in his fathers' pants as we entered the dining room.

"Oh, he can't do that, he would be here all night, and we have plans to go do things," he said as his hand slid down my back before resting on my ass giving it a firm squeeze.

"I could! I could ask my mom if I can spend the night. I could say you asked if I could go on a hike in the morning. She's always talking about how I need to get out more and appreciate nature and less time on the computer," I said all in one breath while pushing my butt against Walter's hand as if it could hold more.

"I didn't get you a birthday present pops, what if I'm your birthday present instead?" I said as I fondled him through his pants.

"Peter!" Alex exclaimed while dragging me into the living room.

"What?" I asked a bit confused.

In a hushed tone, "Peter, you can't go offering yourself as if you aren't anything!"

Whimpering and shaking "I'm sorry, I… I just thought that he would like me better if I did the same things you did. I'm sorry daddy, can I just go home please."

"No, you made an offer, now you have to live up to it," Alex said while wiping my tears from my cheeks. With a quick pat on the butt, "Now, get in the kitchen and eat some cake."

Head hung low as we walked back in the kitchen "I'm sorry Pops, I still want to spend time with you but… if you don't want me to that's ok." I choked out. "I just… thought you would like me better if I did the same thing as daddy."

"It's ok, Peter," Walter said, rubbing my back. "Just don't go screaming to the world that you do things with us."

"Us? Does that mean if I can, I can stay? Please? I'm so bored at home."

"That's up to Alex, you're his kid."

"You know dad I never was against a bit of sharing, maybe we will take him on a hike tomorrow, and he hasn't seen the falls or the lake yet."

"I still wouldn't feel comfortable about that. Peter's your boy Alex, one of mine left me long ago." He said solemnly while looking at Alex.

"I want to, just because I'm his boy, doesn't mean he makes all my choices! I will always stand by my word." I said while stomping my foot down.

A smile broke across his face before speaking "I would like that very much, very much indeed. But first, let's have some cake, and then we can send you off to see what your mother says."

It was the most delicious chocolate cake ever, even the frosting was chocolate, and I was in heaven. It was so moist it stuck to the roof of my mouth, as I attempted to poke it off with my finger, they were both laughing at me, "What?" I said a little bit slurred.

"You're so amusing to watch, truly an odd child, Squeaks," Walter said.

"Finish your cake, Peter, it's nearly 7PM, and we want to go out."

"Seven! I was supposed to go back at 6:30! I'll be back," I said I pushed my chair in and rushed out the door. As I turned the corner, my angry mom was at the door waiting.

Chapter 4
The Cabin

"Where have you been young man? You had me worried sick! Don't you ever be late again! Your dinner is cold. What is that on your cheek? Is that chocolate? She said while leading me by the ear. "Where in the world did you get that?"

Rubbing my cheek, I felt the dried frosting crumble. "I'm sorry mom, Mr. Parrish's dad was visiting for his birthday and they asked me to stay for cake."

"Well, now that you ruined your dinner, you will clean up after you eat."

"I'm sorry, mom, it was so nice to meet him. He was just as nice as Mr. Parrish. They asked if I could join them for a trip around town tonight and then a hike early in the morning. I would have to stay the night there though they want to leave really early." I said with my head down, I knew my chances were fading, she was angry; I never got anything when she was this mad.

With a sigh, "I will think about it, but for now, try and eat some real food; the cake is not enough for a boy to survive on." She said before reheating the macaroni and cheese.

Not a store brand but truly homemade, all the melted cheese was almost as good as the tingles, I thought to myself. As I cleared the table, I could see mom had a glass of wine while she sat in the living room.

"I'm sorry, mom, please don't blame Mr. Parrish for me being late, I wasn't watching the time," I said as I walked up and started to hug her, tears forming in the corner of my eyes.

"It's ok, Peter, you just had me scared." She said while she held back her own tears. "Just don't do it again. Now that I know you're safe, could you finish the kitchen, please?"

With the last plate in the dishwasher, there was a knock on the door, and I heard some chatter before I walked over to see Walter standing at the door.

"I am sorry, Miss Helester, I had asked him to stay and we lost track of time."

"That's quite alright, I am just glad he's ok and not hurt, where would you three go hiking in the morning?"

"It's a few hours away, it is known Silver falls, it's not a well-known trail as it's on private property, but it's a fantastic trail."

"Private property?" she said, raising an eyebrow, "Is it safe? Are the owners ok with this? I don't need him getting a criminal record."

Ignoring the barrage of questions, Walter continued to smile at her until he assumed she was done asking questions.

"Oh, there's no worry with the owner, in fact, you are speaking to him right now."

"You own the land?"

"I do, I blazed the trail myself."

They had a bit of small chatter I wasn't able to pick up as I went back into the kitchen to tidy up; on my return, my mother spoke, "I guess you need to go pack your bag, Peter."

"Yes!" I said while jumping up and down before running upstairs.

As I returned from fetching some clothes and boots, I heard, "You know, if you guys made it a camping trip, I could finally get everything settled. I have to meet the head nurse on Tuesday to go over details of my shifts and whatnot, and I would really like to focus on that."

"I think that we could do that, I have a cabin overlooking the nearby lake, he won't need too much more, maybe a coat and a few more days of clothing. I could have Alex bring him back Friday or Saturday, you can decide."

"Peter, go pack some more clothes." She said as she saw me enter. "Enough to last you until the weekend." It was Sunday, a weeks' worth? My bag already was heavy.

After gathering more clothes and my toiletries, I gave my mom a kiss and a hug and said good-bye before returning to Alex's house hand in hand with Walter.

"Now, that the guest room is in use, you will have to sleep on the floor in the mudroom I guess," Alex said, as he looked at the bag of stuff I brought.

"Dad, what did you do? That's too much stuff for the night."

"Well, we are going to be spending the week out at the cabin."

"You didn't… I wasn't planning that for a few more weeks. You know that Calvin and his sons are out there right now."

"Guess it's time for him to meet his cousins," his dad said with a shrug, only to be met with an irritated glare. "What? They are the same age as him and do the same activities, all of them. Moreover, you know it. You shared a bed with them more than once!"

"Fine, but he sleeps with me out there. I'm not letting Calvin near him," he said as he grabbed me, wrapping his arms around me, kissing me on the forehead. Alex's face still showed that there was something else that needed to be said, "We will talk about other matters later dad, about the cabin trip."

"Where is the 'I don't mind sharing' attitude you had earlier? I also don't plan to tell them we are coming by the way; I want to surprise them."

Seeing the tension rise in the room, I finally chirped up "Hum… guys are we going sightseeing tonight?"

"Well, not anymore, Petey. Plans have changed," Alex sighed as he let me go. "It's a bit too late for that now anyway." As the clock on the wall continued to tick, it was now half-past eight.

"Well, I'm going to take a look at my gift and go sightseeing at the same time," Walter said with a devilish grin across his face.

"What?" I looked at him puzzled before he grabbed my hand, leading me up the stairs. "Oh; I forgot what I said earlier."

Looking back at Alex, he just shrugged, "You got yourself into this squeak, let's hope you can walk in the morning," was all he said before the door was closed.

Now I was worried, what did he mean if I could walk in the morning? It must have been showing on my face because Walter finally spoke up, "Oh, don't let what he said to get into your head; you have done this before, right?

"Yes Pops," I said, finally looking at the man who still held my hand while leading me to the bed.

"That's good kiddo because Alex isn't as thick as me," he said as he sat and patted his lap. "Come on now, onto Pops' lap." Taking my place, I had forgotten how warm he felt to me, not a part of him was colder than the rest. Slowly he ran his hand down my leg, removing each shoe and sock before tickling my feet and climbing back up my legs onto my thighs before coming to rest on top of my crotch.

"Lift your self-up a bit so we can get these off."

Doing as told he quickly slid both shorts and underwear off me before they cascaded down my legs, adding to the pile beneath soon followed by my shirt. As he prompted me to stand, I started giggling as I notice him look from my feet to my head.

"Do you like what you see? Daddy says he can never get enough of this," I said as I spun around a few times before sitting back down on his lap.

"I can understand why; you truly are a sight to see," he said as his hand rubbed my thighs before caressing my balls enticing me to full hardness. "You're not quite the shy little guy that he spoke about, are you?" he said as he rubbed my cock between his fingers.

"No, I told myself I want those around me to be happier than me," I said as I sighed.

"Well you have to enjoy this as well, you know."

"I know, I've been told. I am just as happy seeing others happy."

With a frown on his face 'guess I'll make you enjoy this as well,' he placed me on the bed spreading my legs and started to take my cock in his mouth.

"Oh yes, Pop, keep doing that, Oh, Oh Oh!" I screamed as my body squirmed as he started to finger me quickly adding a second finger to the fray.

"Simmer down boy, no need making Alex more jealous of what he's missing out on," Walter said only to not return his attention to my cock. Instead, he started planting kisses all over my body and pinched my nipples a few times before sucking on my neck, occasionally stopping to take deep inhales of air.

"Why do you smell me?" I said as his kisses and suckling ended.

"Ah, your boy aroma, it's something that some people, myself included crave," Walter said while running his hands through my hair sending bits of tingles through me. "We better get started; it will be a long while before you get to sleep."

"But we are getting up, early aren't we?" I said as I started to regain my stamina.

"You can sleep in the car; it's a few hours away," he said as he withdrew his fingers. "Now sit up, boy, and see what Pops has got for you."

As I unbuckled his pants, the bulge inside of them seemed to grow larger. "Oh," I said as his manhood was freed. It was slightly smaller than Alex's but was definitely thicker by an inch at least. We moved around the bed a little. It was a bit different than I was used to with Alex; I was now laying on my stomach in the middle of the bed with Walter sitting with his legs spread open with his back against the headboard.

I just stared at it, my eyes bulging, "We don't have all night lad," Walter spoke with his hand on the back of my head pulling me forward. "Do I need to pinch your nose for you to open your mouth?"

"No, Pops," I said. Stretching my mouth as wide as I could, I was only able to fit 2 [5cm] inches in before I started to panic and pulling my head back. "It's too big. I can't," I stammered.

"Well, you know what they say, right? Try and try again," he said, as he placed his hand back on my retreating head.

I was able to slide my head up and down on the tip using my tongue in a circular motion to help with the lack of depth I had.

His moans kept getting louder, "Oh, yeah, keep doing that."

It wasn't long before he removed himself from my mouth, as it was starting to get tired.

"Not bad for your first time with me, however, I have yet to cum; do you know what that means?"

"Yes, Sir," I said, accepting my fate knowing there was no way out of this.

"How has my son had you?" he said, patting me on my head.

"I've only done knees up to my chest and bent over a counter," I said quietly with my head down; it's so embarrassing to say what I have done.

"Only two times?" he said with a shocked look on his face, only to eventually have his hand reach under my chin bringing my head up to be met by a kiss as a quick game of tongue foreplay was ending.

"And…Once in my bed."

"In your bed?"

"Yes, he took me home and asked me to show him my room and had me lay on his chest."

Walter whispered, "Hmm, how about on your tummy, but first, let me set a pillow down."

As I moved out of the way, the stage was now being set, pillow in the middle. Only one more prop was missing, me.

"Now onto the pillow and raise your butt a little, can't go in unprepared. Can we?" He gave me a pat on my butt to get me in motion.

His tongue worked magic as he licked around my rosebud before plunging itself inside, "Oh, oh" I murmured; now I was truly enjoying this night until I felt a spank across my rear.

"Well, you can't have all the enjoyment, can you?" he said.

I heard a bottle cap snap open, the cold liquid being applied to my anus caused me to tense up, "Now, now relax, I don't want to hurt you, and I'm not blue-balled after today."

More squishing noises could be heard as his hand ran over his cock. Soon his fingers prodded me for a bit more before withdrawing only to feel something bigger being lined up with my hole.

"Now, this will hurt, you will need to relax."

My legs were being pushed out wider and were being held in place by his legs. I felt so open, so unprotected as Walter's hands rubbed my ass before spreading my ass cheeks as far as they would go, "Truly, a wonderful sight," He sighed before gently squeezing my cheeks.

"Sir, I…"was all I could say before I felt the weight hit me with the pain following, "Owww" I screeched out as I felt the fire burning through my rear.

"Bite the pillow, it will help. Oh… god, you truly are tight," he said while burying himself inch by inch deeper, never stopping. "Now relax, or this won't be pleasant. This is just the tip of the iceberg," he said as the fire continued to spread through me.

Doing as told, I bit the pillow in front of me, tears now freely flowing as my body continued to try to push out the large intruder as it continued to ravage its way deeper inside me. It was a few minutes of my body tensing and relaxing before I felt his pubic hair resting against my ass.

"Ah, yes, oh god, you are beautifully tight, Peter. I'll take it slowly, for now, soon you will enjoy this," he said into my ear, his weight now resting on top of me.

Enjoy this? How could anybody enjoy being torn in two? Alex was ok, but this is worse than soap in my mouth, I thought to myself, as he withdrew. It hurt; my spit and tears were flooding the pillow. I couldn't get out of this even if I tried; I'm pinned between the bed and him. Just as slowly as he withdrew to only the tip inside, he entered again repeating the process, picking up his pace. With each trip, my button was touched, sending more and more tingles through me, making the pain almost bearable.

"You doing ok Peter?" he spoke while he withdrew only leaving the tip of his cock inside of me, his voice strengthened by the pleasure he was receiving only to see my face buried in the pillow. I just nodded.

"I need to hear from you."

"Yeah, yes Pops," I finally whispered with a scratchy voice. "Please, keep going, I, I'm starting to feel good."

Now my eyes burned along with my ass. In one quick hard thrust, Alex buried himself inside of me again. He hit my button hard, I screamed, not from pain. The first-time pleasure outweighed the pain.

"Oh, now I got you good, didn't I?" he said, smiling, before drawing in breaths of my aroma.

His thrusts continued harder and harder, each time bringing me closer and closer to the edge and back.

"Oh god Pops. I've never felt like this before," I panted.

Each thrust forced out more squeaking and moans from me. The tears and burning now in remission. Soon I was thrusting myself backward to meet Pops as he pushed himself forward. My body soon reached the boiling point causing me to become tense and disperse the tingles that had collected inside of me throughout my entire body.

It was about fifteen more minutes of our repeated actions that sent two more orgasms through my body, and as my muscles now grew tired, I could feel Pops' cock growing inside of me.

"Your tight little vice has done its magic!" he roared.

I felt each jet of sperm hit my insides; he collapsed on me, leaving me a bit scared. I felt his full weight resting on me only to be lifted as he rolled us onto our sides, keeping his cock buried inside of me.

"Oh, Peter, that was the best birthday present I've ever had," he said as he planted a kiss on my cheek.

"Really?" I said as I pushed my ass further into his crotch, "I loved it."

"Is it fine if we sleep like this?" He said while indicating our locked arraignment. "I can see the real reason your nickname is Squeaks now; you are truly a mouse."

"You made me feel amazing as well, so I guess we can," I said, as I started to sink into the bed. Pops shuffled himself a bit, moving ever so closer to me.

I could still feel the burning sensation and bits of pain, "We will see if you feel that amazing in the morning." He said with a laugh.

Soon he let out a sigh and started to relax and fall into a slumber. I was right behind him except I knew I needed to talk to Fredrick. Three quick knocks on the headboard and I was out.

As I woke, I was no longer in bed but now sitting up in a field. There was a slight breeze with birds chirping off in the distance in some willows, the sound of water rushing through a nearby river. As I turned around, Fredrick was there sitting on a fallen log.

"Well, that was a night. Wasn't it Petey?"

"Where are we, Fredrick? This isn't someplace I recognize."

"Well, I wasn't expecting you; I honestly thought you would have been fucked to unconsciousness; it was a long one."

"Where are we?" I asked again.

"Well, like I said I wasn't ready for you." He said a little irritated. "You are in my book now, as I explained to you earlier, we are a library, and you can take a look into previous lives if you want."

I was about to speak again before voices and laughter silenced me. "Papa, catch me!" It was a boy jumping out of a tree into the waiting arms below. I could feel how happy the boy felt, no worries in life. Soon I realized what he meant earlier, that was him. He looked a little younger but still ever so the same Fredrick I consoled in. Soon both son and father fell to the ground in laughter eventually quieting the two started to kiss. I could feel the glee and excitement the younger Fredrick was feeling.

Looking over to Fredrick, tears were rushing down his face, "Uh, should I leave?" I asked.

"No, you are already here. Can you feel it? His kisses, can you feel them. I miss them so much," Fredrick turning to me, bringing me into a hug while crying into my shoulder.

I could feel each touch the to the boy, each finger being inserted, each thrust and orgasm…

"I can, I can feel it all," I said as I patted his back. Who is consoling whom here? I thought to myself. "Why are you so sad Fredrick, this seems so happy."

"I heard that" Fredrick finally spoke as he stepped away, wiping his tears. "I wasn't sad, I was happy, I just don't like getting snot on my own clothes."

"How come I can see you over there and see you over here as well?" I spoke as I tried to change the subject.

"They can't see us. I was over there, and there was nothing to be seen here. I can view my memories in third person or first person. Just because I didn't happen to see my dad's recall this time, doesn't mean I didn't see it at another time. Our minds can piece together a 360-degree field of view using other memories to fill in the details. However, enough of on that topic. What can I help you with?" he softly spoke while rubbing his eyes with the sleeve of his shirt

"Why didn't I feel that good like your dad and you when I was with Alex?" I asked. "I like him a lot, why did his dad make me feel like that? And why didn't I feel any pain with you?"

"Slow down, you have a few hours to talk," Fredrick said with the roll of his eyes. "The first few times with Alex, your body was not used to these activities; they were also in quick succession. Like Alex said, eventually you may come to enjoy this, and clearly you did."

"This hurt more, though, what made this different?" I asked puzzled.

"Well, experience, not only on your part but those you have been with."

"I still don't understand."

"O my God, I should slap the stupid out of you. Ugh, never mind. Walter has done this with more boys than Alex has. He knows how to treat them, sore bottoms and tingles included," Fredrick said while placing his hand on his forehead.

"Earlier, Walter said Alex took the nephews to bed, so doesn't that mean he would have known what to do with me too?" I said with a frown.

"Well, those boys were used to it, unlike you, and Alex is young. His dad already said he and Alex had the same relationship you all have now but years ago. You might be Alex's first virgin boy. He has yet to develop that touch you like." Fredrick said, now smiling.

"If only I could give him some of these memories," I said laughing.

"If only." Fredrick said softly." Anyways, someone is trying to wake you up, up you go."

The field now faded back into the room I slept in, still fully impaled except the cock inside was at full mast and moving back and forth and was not so gentle this time but had me pinned and rammed in me unmercifully.

"Ah, the crowned prince is now awake. Nothing like a little bit of exercise in the morning, right?"

"Uh-huh. Sure. What time is it?" I asked as moans and whimpers escaped me.

"Not sure, but I heard Alex's alarm going off in the other room, so we best be getting up now," Walter said as he picked me up by the hips continuing to fuck me as we walked into the bathroom. "Ah, the fabled counter is it? I heard this is where you started calling him daddy." Setting me on my stomach, I could now see every thrust he took. Soon my button was pressed enough, causing my body to spasm before going limp on the counter.

"It is Papa," I moaned out. Dammit, Fredrick, I thought to myself.

"Papa? It's Pops." He said while slapping my ass a few times. "Get it, right boy, or I'll start adding swats to your daily spanking total."

"Sorry," I winced; the surprise smacks caused me to bang my knees against the cabinet.

"Good God, I think you get tighter with spankings," he said with a grin forming before five more smacks landed on each cheek, stinging more than last.

"Oh, yes… I know how to enjoy you now," he shouted while tipping his head back while he started to empty his balls inside of me again. As he withdrew with an audible pop, I could feel his semen running down my leg. "Stay like that I need a photo of this."

"What, NO!" I knew my legs had turned to jelly; walking would probably prove difficult. It was too late anyway; he had already retrieved his phone and snapped a few pictures. I couldn't hide; all I could do was bring my legs closer together.

"Keep your legs nice and open," He said only to part them himself and applied a heavy swat to my rear, causing me to arch my back. "Ooo, a good one there, Well let's get cleaned up and ready to leave."

As I slid off the counter my legs still betrayed me, I slowly crumpled to the floor.

"Pops, I can't walk."

I was much sorer than I had been with Alex. Every move I made nearly toppled me. He simply walked back to me, and all I could do was look up at the imposing man above me.

"There is one more thing our boys do before they clean themselves." He picked me up, bringing me to his height before planting a big wet kiss on my mouth, his tongue soon got past my lips. "They say thank you with a kiss," before placing me in the tub.

He turned the water on and tested the temperature before he spoke again, "A nice soak should help with that sore hole and those tired legs." He softly said as he threw in some bath salts. "I am sorry if I got a bit carried away. You brought a lot of youth back into my old bones," as his hand brushed through my hair.

"That's ok Pops; you made me feel good, really good." I said happily, the water continuing to rise, "You know this tub is big enough for both of us." The words had hardly left my mouth before being picked up and hovered above the water as he lowered himself into the tub.

"You are so light," he said while laughing. "I could skip you like a stone," he said as he set me back down into the water on his lap.

Soon both of us let out a sigh as we rested in the water before he started washing my hair and body. He rubbed his finger over my tender hole; causing me to wince and whimper as he pushed his finger in.

"Shh, a bit of stretching always helps sore muscles," Walter said while continuing to move his finger around in circles before slowly going deeper.

The sound of cupboards being opened and closed caught my attention, "I can hear Alex downstairs. He must be cooking breakfast," I said excitedly while wiggling, completely forgetting about the finger inside of me as it withdrew. "I'm starving; I could eat a whole cow!"

"I bet you could, judging by the amount of cake you put away last night." He said while gently picking me up from the tub and setting me onto a towel on the floor. "Let me clean up really quickly, and we can head down."

It was only a few moments, some scrubbing then a quick dunk underwater before he was drying us with haste. He must be just as hungry as me, I thought as the towel gently rubbed my head.

"Well, off we go, can't keep him waiting."

"Aren't we going to get dressed?"

"We are all men here, no need to."

"But…"

"Just go with it," Walter said with a wink. "I'll be down in a moment just need to make a call."

With a soft couple of pats on the rear, I slowly started to go down the stairs relying on the railing for support, as my legs were not quite ready to stand on their own yet. I finally made it to the bottom and into the kitchen, only to trip as I entered the kitchen.

There he was, above me in a moment, picking me up and carrying me to the counter and setting me upon it.

"Jeez Dad, did you fuck him so hard that you messed up his balance?" Alex spoke before touching my nose with his index finger smiling.

"Maybe, I had to carry him to the bathtub." He laughed as he came into the kitchen, fully clothed.

"What!" I shouted, looking back at Walter. "Why didn't you let me get dressed?"

"Can't hide that beauty of yours… yet" Walter said, trying to not laugh.

"It's not fair!" I retorted. "I'm cold."

"Well, life isn't fair," Alex spoke, not coming to my aide.

"I'm still cold, and I want to get dressed," I said while pouting and crossing my arms on my chest.

"Suppose, dad, Petey's legs don't work ever again? Would be a tragedy, wouldn't it?" Alex said in a serious tone.

"Would be a shame, I'd still love him though," Walter said with a stern voice.

"What? My legs work fine!" I stammered out as panic started to set through my body.

"I don't know, you barely made it down the stairs," Alex said, trying not to laugh at the panic-stricken boy in front of him.

I descended from the countertop landing on my feet before they slid out from under me.

"I guess he can't go get dressed, Alex." Walter finally spoke again still in his serious tone. "We can't have a naked boy in our car then, what if we get pulled over by a cop?"

"You are right, dad. Do you think we should dress him ourselves? Or run the risk?" Alex responded, now smiling back at his dad.

"I say we leave it up to the boy, it's his body after all."

"Dress me!" I shouted up from the floor. "Dress me please."

"Ok, ok," Alex said while picking me up off the floor. "I get to choose what you wear, though, and I need to tell you something later." Leaving the kitchen, we passed the living room and started up the stairs.

"My bag is still in the living room, Alex. You know the room we just passed?" I said as we went up the stairs.

"Remember, I get to choose what you wear? And you won't need it this weekend."

"Oh, no." I whimpered out.

"Oh, yes." He laughed aloud. As we entered his room, I was placed on the edge of the bed before he retrieved the yoga pants.

"Do I have to?" I sighed as I leaned all the way back onto the bed. "At least underwear this time, please?

"Yes, you have to you can't be naked during the car ride, but doesn't mean you can't show what we like, so no underwear." He said while patting my thighs. "Alright lift your legs up, actually hang on a second. I want to make sure you're ok down there."

There was a quick separation on of my ass cheeks with a wince of pain I started to speak up, "Whoa-oh god! Alex." I squealed out as his tongue lapped around and inside of my battered hole for a few moments.

"Ah, just the snack I needed," He said before sliding my legs inside of the black spandex. "Just as snug as I like it. One more garment to go." His devilish grin crossing his face before he pulled out a boy's sailor shirt.

"No… That is not happening. I… am no doll that you can do this to me!" I stuttered out. As I crawled up the bed before being pulled back to the edge.

"Ah, but today you have to be a doll, squeaks; remember you asked me to dress you?" he said with that grin still across his face. "Arms up for daddy."

I shook my head and tucked my arms into my sides. Not raising my arms turned out to be a mistake. In one quick move, I was flipped over, and before I could react, the first smack hit my ass with a sting and was followed by five more quick and hard swats.

"Please raise your arms for me? I don't want to have to keep spanking you," he said as he turned me back over, "you are daddy's good boy, aren't you?"

Tears swelling the corner of my eyes, I thought he wouldn't have stuck me. "Yes…. I am daddy's good boy." I whimpered out while crying and raising my arms, allowing myself to be dressed.

"Well, let's go get a good view of you," he said, picking me up and standing me in front of the bathroom mirror.

"Why this outfit?" I asked with my head hung low while he brushed my hair.

"Because you look spectacular in it, squeaks." He said while rubbing my back. "One more small detail, though."

As he left the room, I stared in the mirror only to see a red-eyed boy in a goofy shirt and revealing yoga pants that I never could see me in them. As Alex returned, he had one arm behind his back.

"I look like a little kid!" I whimpered out. "I can't go out like this."

"You are a little kid, Peter. Remember what you said in the woods?" He said as he placed something on my head, it was a matching hat to the shirt, "And you will go out like this."

Smacking the hat off my head, "NO, I WILL NOT," I screamed while trying to push my way out of the bathroom only to be halted by the grip of a firm hand grabbing and tossing me back in the bathroom.

With a sigh, Alex simply picked up and placed the hat back on my head before grabbing me by the shoulders. "You are, you will, and you just added ten to your total daily smacks."

"No, no, no, please forgive me. Please." I begged as I wrapped myself around his waist, slowly sagging to the floor. "I'll wear this outside… even the hat. I'll be your good boy, please!"

"You made your choice. You fought, and you lost and have to pay the price. Bend over the counter." He said while pulling me up from the floor.

Surrendering to defeat, I leaned over the counter his fingers slipped in the waistband of my pants, pulling them down just below my butt.

"The white flag has been raised," he said patting my rear. "Well, mostly white."

Before I could question what, he had just said the first strike landed.

"One," I whispered.

Bringing his head down to mine, "I can't hear you." He whispered back, "Louder."

"One." I whimpered out. Soon the rest of the volley landed, and my voice echoing behind with each number.

Laying there against the countertop, my cheeks were soon parted as a butt plug was pushed forcefully inside of me.

"Daddy!" I whimpered out in pain, as it felt larger than the last time, as he moved in it in and out a few times before he raised my pants back up to the previous position.

Pressing his full weight onto me as he leaned over me, Alex whispered into my ear. "You are lucky Pops left sperm in you; I wouldn't have lubed you up before I pushed it in."

"You… you said you wouldn't hurt me!"

"Only if you're a good boy, sometimes spankings don't get the job done," he let out a loud sigh. "I love you so much, and I didn't want to do this Petey, it's just you were struggling with me so much."

With my head low, "I was naughty. I deserved it, daddy," I said as I turned around hugging him, "Forgive me please." I started to cry from the pain but knowing I had let him down. "I didn't trust you."

"Shh, shh, it's ok, just don't do it again, how about some breakfast, I bet you're starving." Rubbing the tears from my eyes, I nodded. "Come on then, let's go eat."

Hand in hand and Alex led me down the stairs into the kitchen to where Walter was now sipping on a cup of coffee. In mid-sip, he stopped while he caught sight of what I was wearing.

"Got him in the outfit finally?" Walter said, as his cup was set onto the table. "Come here, Peter; hop up on Pops' lap." Not wanting a repeat performance from upstairs, I gently sat on it before nuzzling into his neck.

"He put up a bit of a fight, but he calmed down in the end," Alex said while cracking eggs into a pan.

"Is this true, Peter?" Walter asked with a surprised tone in his voice.

"Yes Pops, I said solemnly.

"So, that was the commotion I heard upstairs. I thought you two were just getting a bit frisky."

"He didn't want to wear a hat or a shirt," Alex said with his attention still focused on the food, "Or the pants for that matter."

"That's rather unfortunate," he said frowning. "Did you spank him?"

"I already paid up." I whispered, "16 swats, and plugged."

"Well deserved, at that," Walter said, lifting me up and finding the plug, twisting it through the pants.

"I'm sorry I disappointed you too," I said, hanging my head lower not fighting anything done to me.

"I heard you yell at Alex," Walter spoke with a hint of anger.

"Enough dad, he's already had enough of being punished for today. Anyways, breakfast is ready, and I want him on my lap. I think you have had enough of him for now."

As I stood and left the lap where I was sitting, I turned and kissed Pops on the cheek and said, "Thank you," before taking my seat on Alex's lap.

Breakfast consisted of an omelet with ham and sausage and buttered sourdough toast. It was a bit odd. On the table, the plate before Alex and I contained two omelets and two sets of toast but only one fork. As I reached for the fork, my hand was slapped away.

"Lap boys, get fed, if you sit on your own, you will feed yourself, and with that sore little bum of yours that might be a while, only good boys get to sit on their own," Alex said sharply.

Not wanting more slaps, I simply complied. Opening my mouth when the fork worked it's way to me, same with the toast and juice. I felt so small as if I were baby, but I couldn't speak up for myself either.

With breakfast, concluded Walter and Alex started packing the car, I walked around for a few moments before coming to stand by Alex.

"What did you want to tell me?" I asked while placing my hand into his and gently squeezing it.

"Well, it's about this trip. My brother and nephews are out at the cabin, I didn't want you to meet them yet. Mainly, my brother, he's awesome, but can tire the best of us out."

"What?" I asked, slightly puzzled.

"Oh, you will come to find out. However, that's not the only things I wanted to talk about with you, but first, use the bathroom and then come cuddle with me in the living room. Pops is in the bathroom; he can take a long time after breakfast."

With the journey to the bathroom completed, I returned to Alex. As I sat, I started bringing my body as close as I could to his. Something in me just made me want to latch onto him and not to want to disappoint him again. We sat for a minute or two until, with a stroke on my back, Alex finally spoke.

"Peter, I want to get this out, and you need to understand and accept this."

"What is it?" I asked, slightly puzzled, scared I had done something terrible.

As his eyes searched through mine slowly, his hand touched and caressed my face before he spoke again.

"These clothes are what all of the young Parrish boys wear at the cabin. Dad wouldn't let you come without you dressed like this." He tugged at the shirt, "Or these," he said as he picked at the pants. "It also tells the world you are my boy, my son, a Parrish."

Peter Parrish, I thought to myself I like that. "Or this," I said, smiling and pointing at my crotch.

"That is true, very, very, true," he said as he stroked my thighs.

Changing the topic to make him a bit happier, "It's Ok, daddy, I'm sorry I disappointed you earlier, but I won't do it again, and I'm starting to like wearing this outfit," I said smiling before kissing him.

I could tell there still was something he wanted to say only he was interrupted before he could speak again.

"Ok boys, let's go, you will have plenty of time to play later!" Walter said as he left the bathroom.

I started to whimper as Alex stopped caressing me and pushed me onto my feet

"Ok, off we go," he said, as he prodded my butt with a finger.

***

It was still dark out as we left Worthshyre, I was asleep before we even left the block. Only to wake up and see nothing but trees for a brief moment before I fell asleep again.

"Peter"

I jolted as my eyes opened to see I was no longer in a car but a small cottage with a fire going in the corner fireplace, "Fredrick" I finally spoke again.

"We need to talk Peter," Fredrick said while frowning.

"I know," I said while looking down.

"You know, you look so funny in that," Fredrick said almost falling out of the chair he sat in.

"I had no choice," I said while hanging my head a bit.

"Oh, don't you worry; I have been in a much worse situation, try a dress." He said now back to being serious. "Look, you almost got yourself into more trouble; luckily, I poked in and stopped you from talking."

"You can do that?" I said puzzled

"Only a little, I can only stop you when you think. When you yell, emotions block our senses."

"Oh, thank you, I guess?" still not sure what he was saying but only to shrug it off. "Why did they make me wear this?"

"Do you remember what we first talked about? They want you to be small, their boy, because they know time is fleeting and it won't be long before you're too big for them. Do anything they ask, be submissive."

"Submissive?" I asked

"Snuggle up, stay close to Alex, and do anything they ask without question," He sighed, "or get spanked."

"I will try… I guess?"

"Don't try, do it. I don't want to see you get hurt." He said as he moved forward, hugging me, "It's time to go Peter."

Before I could speak, my eyes became cloudy, and as I rubbed them, I could hear Alex faintly saying, "Wake up, sleepyhead, we are here."

"Five more minutes…" I whimpered out.

"No, we have a long walk, come on," Alex said while tugging me out of the car out into the cold morning causing me to let out a loud yip.

No longer in the warmth of the heated car, I started shivering. I was now wide-awake and tried to crawl back into the car only to have the door shut before me.

"Where is his jacket, Alex?" Walter said while he stepped in front of the door. "We can't let him get sick."

"I have it; I just need him to stop moving so I can put it on him. Stop moving Peter."

"I'm cooold," I whined.

"Then come here, I've got your jacket. I even warmed it before you got out." That was all I needed to hear before running over to be zipped up. "Stay close, and don't wander off, the walk will help warm you up."

As we headed in the direction of a path carved into the side of a hill, I felt as if I forgot something.

"Dad…" I whined out.

"Peter, I know you're cold, come on, walking will warm you up."

"No, dad, the hat, it's still in the car."

"No, I have it right here," he said, waving his hand in the air while holding the hat. "I just wanted to see if you would say anything."

"Well, somebody isn't as fussy about what they wear now are they?" Walter chimed in "Come along Peter, we got a mile to go."

It was still gray outside, the sunshine slowly appearing above the trees as we ascended the hill. As we made it to the peak of the mountain, I let out a gasp. I could see forests for miles with a lake and some more hills just below us.

"Beautiful, isn't its Peter?" Alex said as he came to my side and crouched, placing his hand on my back, "This is where I plan on proposing to your mom. You think she will like it?"

Nodding my head while turning and hugging Alex, I started crying. "I'm sorry I… I… let you down Alex. I'll do whatever you want from now on. I'm sorry; please don't be mad at me," I wailed out, "I just want to be your boy."

"Dad, can you keep walking? I know the way to the cabin; we will be behind you."

"Oh no, I want to see this," Walter said.

We sat embraced for a few moments; I think he was too shocked to speak after the sounds of the world returning to our ears "Oh, buddy, it's ok. I'll get to spend more time with you if she says yes, you think she will say yes?" softly spoke into my ear. "You are my boy."

"Yes, she loves you." I whimpered out, "but I don't want to share you."

"Then you have nothing to worry about, Peter. I'll get to spend more time with you."

"Really?" I said as I rubbed tears from my eyes and sniffling.

"Really, I'll be there when we get out of school, when she goes to work and returns, I'll be there," he said while continuing to pat my back.

"Well, as touching as this moment is, we still have a way to go," Walter said, ruining the moment.

"Ok. Let's go, Petey." Alex said while taking my hand.

With one last look over my shoulder, we continued down the path. As the birds chirped and the squirrels chattered, Alex picked me up, held me in his arms, and gazed smiling at me only to have the smile returned.

"What time is it, Daddy?" I popped up.

As he pointed up into the sky, Alex laughingly said, "OH, by looking at the sun, I would say 5:47 AM."

"What? How could you be so sure to the minute?" I said giggling.

"I just know," he said while puffing out his chest a bit.

"He's got a watch on silly," Walter shouted back. "He looked while he was pointing."

Glancing down at his wrist, I could see the black strap just outside of his jack sleeve.

"Dad!" I exclaimed, "You tricked me!"

"What, you would have fallen for it if somebody hadn't said anything."

He shrugged as I placed my head onto his shoulder and closed my eyes; drifting in and out of sleep with each bumpy step.

"Is he asleep?" Walter said while nudging my shoulder.

"Yeah, dad, he's too adorable. I want to keep him this age forever and never let him grow up."

"Well, we both know there's something there, just not sure what, wake him up."

"Petey…"

"Huh…?" I sighed

"We are almost there. You need to walk the rest of the way."

"Do I have to?" I groggily said only to be dropped onto my feet nearly falling to be saved as Walter grabbed me by the shoulder.

"Yes, I can't hold you forever."

"You could have said that before you dropped him," Walter said, trying not to laugh. "We're here, anyway."

***

The cabin stood with the front facing a grassy clearing with a pebble beach boarding the lake. It had a rustic look to the outside but was still up to date and consisted of two stories with a fenced-off porch.

The door quickly shot open, startling me into hiding behind Alex as a man walked outside wearing nothing but a t-shirt and boxers.

"Well damn dad! I knew you said you might come out," he said while hugging Pops before stepping back and looking at Alex, "but how did you ever get bookworm here out of his house–, who is this? He asked as I tried to shrink further behind Alex only to be brought out of the shadow of safety.

"This is Peter. My neighbors' kid. The one I plan to marry."

"Oh right, right," He said while crouching down to my height. The only safety I had was to be able to bury my face into the side of Alex, "Didn't know you were going to marry the kid, not the mom."

"Sorry Calvin, he's a bit shy." He said while looking down at me. "Don't worry Peter, he won't bite, and ill marry both if I please!"

"I don't know if I can keep my mouth off a cutie like him," Calvin said while holding out his hand to me. "You have him dressed like this… so does that mean?

"Yes, it does."

"Welcome to the family Peter. It's an exceptional one, but I think you know that," He said while winking at me as he pulled me away from Alex and into a hug. "Wow, those eyes."

"Something else, right?" Water said.

Still stuck in a hug I wasn't sure how to process what was going on. So much said but so much left out. His hands started to wander around, leaving no place untouched, forcing out a morning wood that poked into Calvin's stomach.

"I think I already like this kid Alex." He said while he started to caress my ass touching the foreign object inside of me, "I think I'd like him more if I could replace this with something else," Calvin said while pushing the back of the plug deeper inside of me causing my back to arch.

"There will be plenty of time for that later," Alex said while hastily grabbing me back.

"Whoa, mama bear is still protective."

"Boys…" Walter injected "No need for hostilities. Let's go back inside. Are the boys up yet?"

"No, they should be up in an hour or two," Calvin said as he stood back up.

It was the first time I got a good look at the man now that my senses were back to normal. He stood at about 5'11 with the same ginger color of hair but slightly curlier and bit longer.

***

When we got inside, the cabin was a lot larger than it looked. The living room was 30x30 [9m] feet with a stairway connected to the wall on the right leading to an upstairs hallway with a few doors. Beyond the living room was the kitchen with a door that looked to lead outside. Just before the kitchen on the left was another hallway that seemed to have a closet and a few other doors, probably the bathroom I thought to myself.

"If you guys want to sleep a bit more, the boys are both in the first room on the right; the other 4 rooms are still open," Calvin said while placing more wood on the fire.

"I'm sure Squeaks wants to sleep a bit more Alex, why don't you take him up," Walter said

"Squeaks?" Calvin asked a little surprised.

"I'll tell you later, come on sleepyhead," Alex said while tugging my hand for me to follow him.

As we went up the stairs, we took the last room on the left. As Alex plopped down onto the bed, he finally spoke, as he reached inside my pants, pulling out the plug with a loud pop.

"Let's get some more sleep."

"Can I ask you some questions, Alex?"

"Shoot"

"Who are the boys?" I asked.

"They are Calvin's kids; he has two sons." He said while wiggling his finger for me to join him on the bed.

"How old are they?" I asked, slowly stepping closer and closer while shedding my jacket and shirt.

"9 years old. The same as you."

"What about the other one? You said there were two."

"They are twins," he said laughingly. "Double the trouble."

"Does that mean they have to sit on a lap like me when we eat?"

"Most times, they do, not sure about right now," he said

"Oh," I said as I laid down next to him while nuzzling and planting kisses on his neck.

"No time for us to play right now, let's get some sleep, I know you are tired."

I could hardly agree more. While my eyelids shut, so did my mouth. Alex slid a blanket over us and pushed his hand inside of my pants, coming to rest on my globes.

"They wear this as well," he said as he yawned and planted a kiss on my forehead as I started my descent into sleep.

When I woke up alone but still felt the warmth from where Alex had been, he must have just left I thought to myself as I tried to go back to sleep, only to hear the door open, creaking slowly, soon I felt someone's arms slide under me while picking me up and carrying me out of the room.

"Move please… thank you, Sam," Alex whispered.

"Who is he?" a much younger voice asked.

"Shh, Evan, you will wake him up. This is Peter," Alex said as he started carrying me down the stairs.

"Sorry Uncle Alex." The younger voice said now in a whisper.

"Daddy, I just want to sleep," I groaned out while burying my head into his arms.

"It's time to get up, Peter," Alex whispered in my ear. "It's 10 past 9 now," he said as we made it to the first floor and with a few more steps, he was sitting on the couch while still cradling me.

"Why does he call you 'dad'? You don't have kids." Sam piped up.

"Cause he can and he may very well soon be my son," Alex said softly while rocking me back and forth.

"How old is he? He's wearing the same clothes as us. He isn't even a Parrish!" Evan scoffed out.

"Evan!" Calvin shouted, "You know better."

"Sorry…"

"Well, you just earned yourself a new punishment." Calvin sighed while Sam let out a little giggle at his brother's misfortune. "Don't be laughing Sammie, you still have a spanking coming as well."

"I'm 9 years old," I whimpered out while rubbing my eyes.

"Ah, the crown prince is awake now is he?" Walter said while tickling my feet.

"Stop Pops…" I giggled now awake enough to make sense of my surroundings.

***

Two brown haired boys sat on a nearby loveseat in the Livingroom with their father in between them. One of the two boys was clearly irritated with me as he stared at me. The other was in a much better mood as he had his arms wrapped around his father while surveying everyone in the room.

"He is not your Pops!" Evan now screamed out. "He's ours and only ours!"

"Evan… ENOUGH."

It wasn't Calvin yelling this time but Alex, startling me out of his arms sending me to the floor. It was too much I started crying while quickly darting up the stairs back into the safety of a bedroom. "Goddammit… Evan…"

"I'm sorry…" a shaking voice stuttered out. "I didn't mean to." The voice now wailing and crying as well.

"You will be sorry," Walter spoke up.

I dove on the bed heaving and trying to bury myself as deep as I could into the blankets and pillows. Why did I have to come here? Why don't they like me? As my breathing and mind slowed down, I heard the click of the door opened and shut.

"Go away, Alex." I murmured out while placing a pillow over my head as I listened to the patter of footsteps come closer before there was a hand on my back slowly rubbing in circles.

"Well, I'm not Alex, so I guess this doesn't apply to me." Calvin said with a laugh, "Now scoot over, I want to apologize."

"Why would you want to? You did nothing to me," I croaked out. "Still, could you please go away?"

"Because I didn't stop Evan; I was shocked he would do that," He said while moving a few pillows before plopping down next to me. "And this is my room, so I think I'll stay."

With no further success in being left alone, "I'm not coming out," I said, wrapping my hands around the pillow where I buried my head.

Calvin let out a sigh of frustration and started to lightly tug at my pillow barrier; he started poking my ribs before saying, "Come on, Peter, if you come out from under there, I'll give you this candy bar."

"What candy bar?" I said quickly tossing the pillow away.

"Ah, the true way to a boy's heart." He said while handing me a crunch bar.

As I quickly devoured the 23 grams of sugar provided to me, Calvin just sat there propped up on his side, watching me with a smile.

"What?" I asked.

"Just watching you; I can see how you have my brother wrapped around your finger," he said while scooting himself closer to me. "Your eyes are spectacular; I could gaze in them for hours."

Just a tad bit creeped out, I asked, "Where's Alex?"

"Probably taking care of Evans butt. He oh so certainly loves to give a whack or two," Calvin said while he continued to worm his way closer to me.

"Oh, I hope he goes easy on him…" I said, hanging my head low.

"I bet he will, we only punish you boys to make sure you behave, we only do up to 15 whacks a day anyways, and sometimes that rule bends one or two higher."

"Oh." I sighed as the last of my candy was now gone.

"Now, two things are gone, aren't they Peter?" Calvin spoke softly

"Two?" I asked with a bit puzzled.

"You being sad and your candy bar. Oops… looks like you smeared a bit onto your cheeks. I'll get that." Calvin said as he rolled me on top of him before he licked the corner of my mouth.

"You licked me!" I giggled as more licks landed on my cheek.

He sighed as he lowered his head, "You are so lovely; do you know that?"

"My mom does. And I guess daddy tells me as well."

"Is Alex daddy?" he asked. Only to receive a nod back. "Do you love your daddy?"

"Yes, I do," I whispered.

"How do you show daddy you love him?"

"Cuddles?"

"And?"

"I guess kisses and uh… you… know…"

"Know what?"

"Uh…"

"Spit it out, boy," Calvin said while planting a quick slap to my ass only to leave his hand there squeezing lightly.

"I… Suck on his…. Weenie."

"Is that all?"

"I let him use me in any way he likes…"

"Use you? Even back here?" he said while patting my butt.

"Yes," I said while blushing. "But he says it's private, and I shouldn't talk about it."

"Well, there's nothing private in this house." He spoke, as he landed another quick slap, this one harder than the last.

"I know. Pops says that as well." I let out a small whimper as his hand was now inside of my pants, rubbing my passage.

"Do you love your uncle?"

"Yes," I whimpered out as his fingertip stopped in the center of my anus, pausing for a moment before pushing inside.

"Even though we just met?"

"Yes. I love you." I continued to whimper while being toyed with.

"How about you show me how much you love me?" he said with a slight grin as our eyes locked, this was the first time I was able to gaze into the emerald jewels before me.

It was about a minute before I leaned forward, planting my lips on him, latching on as my tongue worked into his mouth. We kissed for a few minutes before he stopped his oral magic on me and worked his finger deeper inside of me sending tingles throughout me only to be followed with squeaks and squeals from me as my button was touched.

"So that's why Alex calls you Squeaks," he said while withdrawing his finger.

Calvin adjusted our position, shimmering me further down his body until I felt his member on my butt. Slowly he nestled his cock between my ass cheeks while smiling at me. As I was about to speak, steps could be heard going past the door, but no door slammed, only crying could be heard in the next room over.

"I'm sorry," I said as stepped off the bed walking to the door.

"What a tease." A sigh of frustration echoed in the room as Calvin sat up watching me walk away, "At least I get a nice view." With a quick wiggle, I left.

***

The closer I got to the door, the louder the crying became. Slowly opening the door, I saw curled up a body in the middle of the bed, weeping. As I got to the foot of the bed, the boy finally looked up.

"What do you want? Leave me alone."

"I wanted to say I'm sorry."

"Why are you sorry? I'm the one who should be sorry." Evan said while wiping tears away.

"I just am. You already got spanked because of me." I said while laying down face to face with Evan.

"No, I got spanked because I was stupid and jealous."

"So was I today," I said as I turned around and lowered the back of my pants revealing the bits of red. "I didn't want to wear this outfit."

"Oh, I guess you are a Parrish boy if you get whacked as well." Evan whimpered while rubbing his own backside. "Not the part about the outfit, being dressed up is nice; we hardly have to do a thing here."

"I'm not one yet." I sighed

"You are, or you wouldn't be in this bed." He said with a slight smile.

"Can we put this morning in the past?" I asked, "We can start fresh."

"I would like that," Evan whispered. "I'm sorry."

"Nice to meet you Sorry, I'm Peter," I said giggling while holding out my hand

"I know that! Oh. I'm Evan," he said while reaching over and gripping my hand.

"I know that!"

"Can we seal it?" Evan asked while blushing.

"Seal what?" I was a bit puzzled with his question.

"That we agree to put this morning in the past, with a kiss!" he said while holding back a laugh.

As we learned in our lips touched, ever so gently, before locking into each other for only seconds, a spark jolted through my body.

"I've never kissed another boy," I said smiling

"I have, only my brother though!" he said giggling just as much as me.

I could see in his eyes where pain and sadness were replaced by joy.

"Let's go downstairs now," I said while grabbing his hand and locking his into mine. Could you believe that dragging someone who weighs almost as much as you is so hard?

"Come on, we don't have all day!" I continued tugging on his arm until he finally got up and started walking with me "I know we are camping, but we don't need a tent!" I said, pointing at his swelling.

While blushing and moving his hands in front of his crotch, "Oh, hum."

"It's ok! We both have seen our dads, haven't we? Not much difference other than size."

"I guess,"

"Ok, let's go."

Hand in hand, we made our way down the steps, there were a few raised eyebrows, but after the initial shock, Walter spoke.

"Well, that's a surprise," Walter said.

Turning to face each other, we smiled and kissed again. "Well, no need for a show you two, especially after what you did to me, Petey," Calvin said, clearly a bit envious of his son.

Ignoring the previous comment, I looked toward the couch where Alex and Walter still sat, "Anyways, can we explore outside? I really want to," I pleaded while looking at Alex.

"I suppose, but grab your jacket Squeaks, it is a bit windy outside."

In a few quick movements, I was up the stairs and back down with my jacket in hand. However, neither twin was in sight, only the adults were inside.

"Where did they go?" I finally had to ask.

"They are waiting outside for you," Calvin said, "Don't go too far from the house; we will be on the porch watching you all."

"No going in the water unless we are with you," Walter injected.

"Ok" was all I said while rushing toward the back door only to be yanked back by Alex.

"How did you get Evan to play nice?" Alex asked in a hushed tone. "He was rather adamant in not liking you."

"Simple if we had something in common and I figured he would realize we are the same, just boys."

"And how did you do that?" Walter asked, now intrigued by the new developments.

"Well, I figured that since I got spanked for an outburst, he would get spanked as well. I just had to show him that we all make mistakes." I said while shrugging, "So I showed him that my butt was just as red as his."

"That was hours ago, you should have been as pale as a ghost," Alex said, finally releasing his grip on my arm.

"Calvin may have helped a bit with that," I said now a bit afraid he would think I need to be punished again, "I wasn't bad daddy, I swear."

"Calvin?" Alex spoke as he turned his gaze to his brother, "Why did he do that, Peter?"

"Because… it worked, it doesn't matter, now may I please go?" I asked impatiently.

With a sigh, Calvin finally spoke, "a sheep in the sheets but a diplomat in the flesh, off you go."

With the sun now above the trees, I set out in the direction of the laughter.

"Hi Peter," Sam welcomed me as I drew closer toward the edge of the trees. "We are gonna play knights and dragons, you wanna join us?"

"Uh, if it's ok with both of you, sure."

"Of course!" Evan said while handing me a branch, "Here is your sword; watch the ice dragon is back!" we ducked and dodged through the scattered nearby trees while making our own sound effects for at least an hour before we had defeated 11 dragons of various types.

"Hang on guys, I need to pee!" I panted, finally ending the slaughter as I started towards the cabin.

"Where are you going?" Sam asked.

"To the bathroom, Duh!"

"If you only have to pee, just do it out here. We do it all the time." Evan chimed in.

"I don't know, isn't that weird?"

"No, just go behind that tree, you will have all the privacy you need," Sam said while pointing toward a large Ash tree.

Shrugging, "If you guys say it's ok then…" I said while stepping behind the tree.

Were they trying to get me in trouble? I don't know if I should trust them, Calvin said to stay in sight. My bladder had more precedence. As I finished, a branch snapped behind me, causing met to spin quickly without fixing my pants.

"Gee, did I scare you?" Evan said while laughing.

"What are you doing? You did scare me.!" I said while pulling my pants back over my crotch.

"Oh no, don't do that, I wanted to truly say I was sorry for this morning," Evan said with a devilish grin as he kneeled before me pulling the front of my pants back down. "Don't make noises, we aren't allowed to play with ourselves, daddy and Pops' rules."

"What… what if they come looking for us!" I panted as Evan now took me in his mouth and was bobbing his head back and forth quickly.

His mouth, oh god, I felt so much bigger inside of his mouth than I had with Pops or Alex. It's just that he wasn't as good as them, but this is one apology I won't forget.

With a brief pause in movements, "Sam's watching out," he said, adding a few more mumbled words, but it was impossible to make sense of them as I slowly drifted into the clouds. It felt like hours of tension before my body shuddered from Evan's efforts.

"Guys! Pops is coming! Hurry it up!" Sam hissed at us.

With Evan off his knees and my pants back on, we came out from behind the tree only to be greeted by Pops with an irritated look.

"What were you boys doing back there?"

"Peeing." I softly spoke my face still a little red from the unexpected encounter.

"Both of you?"

"Yes, Pops," Evan said.

"Then why is there dirt on your knees?" he said while pointing at Evan's pants.

"I tripped on a root."

"Is this true, Sam? You wouldn't lie to me, would you?"

"He did fall; I had to help him up as Peter had already started to pee."

Sighing, "Come on, boys, it's time for lunch." Walter said, "But first, stand in a line and touch your toes." With worried looks, we took the requested places as Walter stepped behind us. "Boys, you know what happens if you lie?"

"Yes, Pops," we all said in unison.

"What is that?"

"We get spanked." Sam whimpered out, as Walter's hand was now resting on my and Evans ass, gently rubbing and squeezing.

"That's right Sammy, and I know that two of you were not just peeing." He said withdrawing both hands before bringing both hands back, slapping our asses with a force that nearly knocked me onto the ground as Evan and I yipped.

"And one of you lied." As Sam felt the sting and the pain also. "Disappointing that you would lie. Whose idea was this?"

Before either twin could speak, "It was my idea," I whimpered out. "Don't blame them, please."

"Well, I didn't expect that," As two more swats now landed on my rear. "As you hadn't been told that we do not let our boys play without us, this is your only warning." Walter softly spoke while rubbing my warmed globes. "Are you sorry?" With one final firm squeeze, he pulled his hand away.

"Yes Pops," I said while choking back the tears.

"Well then, off to lunch." He said cheerily. "When we get back, I want all three of you planted on the couch, no talking. Understand?"

"Yes Pops," we all whimpered with heads hung low.

***

Through the door, we walked in and as told, sat quietly while Walter pulled Calvin and Alex from the porch to the kitchen. They glanced back and forth a few times while conversing amongst themselves while three little sets of red eyes were now sitting like a line of ducks who knew they were going to be cooked. It was only a matter of time before Alex walked over, shaking his head at me.

"Peter Wendell Parrish, I am at a loss for you." He said while picking me up from the couch. "If you weren't at your limit today you would be punished."

Weeping in the arms of Alex, I hurt so much; I had let him down, "I'm sorry. I'm sorry, daddy, please… please forgive me," I wailed out as I was carried into a bedroom.

Shutting the door with his foot, Alex placed me on the edge of the bed, "Stop your whining," Alex said while pinching my nose closed. As I started to draw a breath in Alex forced his mouth upon me while pushing me back onto the bed. It scared me; I thought I was done in. Now behind a closed door, I would get more whacks. All I could do was lay there, I couldn't fight him off as his tongue worked its way around inside of me. Tears soon flowed down my cheeks because of how helpless I felt, but I was drawn to this feeling as if I always felt most loved in this state.

"I am not upset," he spoke as he withdrew, forming a small grin.

"You… You aren't?" I whispered, still pinned, as Alex's face was only millimeters above me.

"Why would I be? Boys will be boys," he spoke before continuing his lips assault.

As he finally broke the intertwined tongues I whimpered as my mouth now felt so empty, "The twins aren't in trouble either, we were hoping you three would fool around a bit, just to single you all out."

Sitting up, Alex put the tip of his index finger on my nose before speaking again, "We wanted to play a little before lunch."

"Daddy," I whimpered out as he placed a finger over my mouth.

"Shh," was all Alex said before removing my pants and shirt.

Gazing up and down at me, "Scrumptious," he mouthed while licking his lips.

Stepping away from the bed, Alex started undressing, never breaking his gaze from the small naked figure in the middle of the bed. As if he were a cheetah stalking a newborn antelope, he was back upon me instantly.

"Do you forgive me? I was bad," I softly spoke while looking up into his eyes.

"I do, and I know you were bad, you broke rules that you didn't know about, but the twins did."

"They told me before we did it; I should have stopped them… shouldn't I?"

"Yes, yes, you should have." Alex now said sighing. "It's ok though, Pops said he spanked you for it."

"I lied to him…" I now whimpered nearly on the verge of more tears. "I said it was my idea when he busted us."

"You are really making this difficult…" Alex said with a sigh, "But I still won't punish you. You tried to protect those who you cared for, even if it means breaking a few rules."

I still felt so wrong, they taught me never to lie or break the rules with them, "Punish Me!" I screamed while hitting him on his chest with my fists.

"No." was all he said as he grabbed my wrists, forcing them above my head.

"Then be as rough with me as you want when you fuck me! I know you like it like that!" Now I was twisting my body back and forth and kicking my legs around wildly.

"I won't give you what you want." Alex, frustrated as he let go of my hands, started redressing then left the room, leaving me crying in the bed.

Was I losing my mind? Two months ago, I would have never asked to be punished, even if it meant being spanked. I wanted to be loved, not rejected. My mind was racing at all the possibilities of what to do. Fredrick, help me, please. I don't know what to do. I'm scared. I thought to myself as more tears rolled down my face.

Chapter 5
Breaking Rules

I don't know how long I lay there until two sharp knocks echoed through the room before Walter walked in.

"Boy, you do know how to push buttons," he said softly as he joined me on the bed. "Denying Calvin this morning, and now Alex. Are you ok?"

"I… I don't know, Pops. I feel so guilty, I broke the rules, and he won't punish me. Does he not love me anymore?" I said while sniffling. "What's wrong with me? What did I ever do? I told the truth, and he acted as if it was ok."

"Nothing, nothing is wrong with you, dear sweet boy," he said while gently wiping my tears away. "Alex loves you; he loves you too much to punish you. We don't punish you because we love you, we punish you, so you behave so we can love you. In most cases, the pain isn't loving."

"Are you sure he still loves me?" I asked while rubbing my eyes

"Of course, one little fight doesn't end this kind of relationship," Walter said while stroking the bare skin of my thighs.

"I'm still not happy with him," I whispered, "but I still love him," as his touch was slowly comforting me.

"That's ok, now come on; the others are waiting for lunch. I bet you are hungry by now. Aren't you?"

"I am," I said with a small grin as Pops' hand was now playing with my hardened cock.

"You like playing with us, don't you?"

"Yes, Pops," I moaned.

I frowned as he took his hand away and stood up, "Well, we will have more time for this later, but for now let's go eat, however when we get down there stand in the entryway of the kitchen and wait to be told where to sit. Where you sit decides who spends the night with who," Walter said, patting my thighs. "Get dressed, and let's go."

In the kitchen, the twins both had smiles and dried semen on their faces as they were both setting the table. All three adults took their seats and each with two plates of food in front of them.

"When you two finish bringing the drinks, go stand by Peter," Walter spoke while putting a napkin on his lap. I looked longingly toward Alex but received no returning gaze; he just kept looking forward with a stern face.

"Alright boys, Alex chooses first then Pops then me," Calvin said. It was then, and only then, Alex turned toward our direction, and his eyes made contact with mine briefly, only to point his finger at Evan, drawing him into his lap. As I saw my spot taken, my heart started to break. Walter chose Sam, leaving me with Calvin.

All emotions left me as I took my requested place. My heart felt so heavy as it grew in agony and sadness. I was already being abandoned; I lost so much of him earlier than I had thought possible. When the fork reached my lips, it poked a few times before I finally opened my mouth to take in the now bland food. There was chatter around the table, but only silence from me as I withdrew myself deeper into my shell, and I never wanted to come out of it. Every touch Calvin made to me had no effect of cheering me, his tickles and cock teasing drew no rise out of me. The pain was back, and in charge, it always comes back. I didn't get to enjoy any other feeling. I refused to cry in front of Alex. He would get the same treatment from me that he gave me.

As lunch concluded, stepping away from the warmth of Calvin seemed harder than I had thought it would be. He was just like Alex, so warm but he wasn't mine, my mind screamed at me. I had no one, but mom left. It hurt so bad that I curled up on the couch, ignoring the twin's requests to go play some more, or Walter offering me his lap to sit on. Alex came over a few times, standing over me each time but never saying a word. I didn't even have the heart to look up at him. I gave in and sobbed each time he came over to me. Minutes turned into quarters and those into hours, it all just ticked by leaving me lost. Fredrick couldn't help me, I couldn't sleep, every time I closed my eyes, all I could see were the times I spent with Alex.

***

Dinner came and went; my spot was still warm to the touch as I curled back up on the couch. The fire crackled and stories were told with the twins listening attentively. Walter asked me to come over and sit with them, but all requests fell on deaf ears. As the night drew on, Calvin scooped me up, carrying my limp body upstairs into his room.

"What's wrong? Are you sick?"

While being laid in the center of the bed, the first words came out of my mouth in hours, "He doesn't love me anymore," I softly spoke. "He didn't choose me."

"He still loves you."

"No, he doesn't. He would have chosen me! He said he wouldn't let me sleep with you, but look where I am now." As I realized the harsh words that came out of my mouth, I said, "I'm sorry."

"Well, I love you still," Calvin said, while rolling me onto his chest.

A small smile broke out of the prison that held them in all day "Thank you," I said while kissing him on the lips. "After this morning, I bet you can't wait to get me."

"You are right, but not tonight. I want you to choose me, not you just being stuck with me. I want you to try and work things out with Alex before we do anything," He said while patting my head and pulling me into the spoon position, "But I don't mind the cuddles and warmth during the night. Gets a bit cold out here."

***

The clocks ticked throughout the house as I heard the grandfather clock's bells chime three times before I slipped out of the room and out of the cabin. It wasn't cold outside, or I just didn't feel it. Looking toward the lake, I could hear the waves crashing against the pebble shore that drew me in closer and closer. An owl's screech sent shivers through me, as the fog above the water seemed to dance around me. With the moon illuminating the landscape around me, it felt so new. The trees I played in during the day now seemed that they could have a monster behind each one, the water could have held the loch ness monster for all I knew, but I still chose to sit only inches from the water.

I could see the form of a boy out in the fog walking closer and closer, but I couldn't make out the shadowy image as I lost track of the mysterious shadow.

I was startled by the voice, "This is nice, isn't it Peter?" Fredrick was now sitting next to me.

I jumped, "Fredrick… you scared me. Was that you out in the fog?"

"Heh, sorry," He said while patting my back, "Don't be so sad, if love doesn't last, find another person to love, and what? I wasn't in the fog."

"But I love him; I can't go on without him."

"Then fix it. Don't whimper and mope all day. Do something."

"Fredrick… If you're here, does that mean I'm dreaming?"

"No, you are awake, but only you can see me. I can't do this often, but I felt how much you were hurting."

"Thank you," I said as I started crying, at least someone else can feel my pain I thought to myself.

"We all can feel it, and have felt it before."

Turning, I heard screaming coming from the house, "Peter FUCKING Parrish WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU?"

As I looked back, Fredrick was now gone. All the lights were on, and three figures came running outside. "PETER" they were all shouting. I could see the flashlights tracing through the trees, drawing closer and closer to the spot on the shore where I sat curling myself into a ball. I could hear the pebbles kicked up as one of them drew closer.

"HES OVER HERE!" Walter shouted into the woods. "Peter, what are you doing?" a now out of breath. Walter spoke as he knelt down to me.

Before I could even speak, Alex dashed from the trees, snatching me in up into his arms, squeezing the life out of me. I was still in a daze as I felt my shirt getting wet, he was crying.

"You don't ever DO anything like this again. Do you hear me?" he said through his heaving.

Calvin soon appeared walking and out of breath, "Oh, thank god."

"Do you have an explanation? Peter? Do you?" Alex said, now face to face with me. "Say something!"

"Alex! Enough… you have done enough today." Walter said, snatching me from Alex's grasp, "He can explain in the morning," He said, tucking me in his arms.

The walk back to the cabin was quiet, all three men still out of breath as we walk in, "Calvin, grab the twins, we will have them sleep with Peter, him in the middle so he can't easily get out again."

"Ok, dad," Calvin said while darting up the stairs, starting to open a few doors.

Alex kept pacing back and forth in the living room while glancing at me in Walters's arms as he slowly rocked me back and forth, almost matching Alex's steps.

Placing my hand on Pops' arm, "Down" was all I squeaked out before being placed on the floor.

Alex snatched me up instantly, patting my back and bouncing me up and down, "Don't you dare ever disappear like that again!" he said while kissing my cheek. "You scared me so bad, what were you thinking?"

Setting me down, I looked up at him, "I wasn't," I hissed. "What does it matter to you? It's not like you want me anymore."

It was a quick and hard slap that came across my face and a finger being pointed at me, "Don't you ever say that! I will always want you." Alex said, nearly yelling at me as he picked me back up.

Sobbing, I leaned into his shoulder, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

"Ok, ok, let's go put you to bed; I'm sure Calvin has moved the twins by now," Alex said now patting my butt. "We will have a serious talk later, but only think about sleeping right now."

Gradually we made our way to the top and into one of the bedrooms where Calvin had just placed one of the twins, "Sorry, I had to put them back to sleep, someone yelled rather loudly."

"Alright, Squeaks, not a pip out of you until you wake up ok?" Alex said while placing me in-between Sam and Evan.

Both twins snuggled up close to me, pinning me between them as a blanket was placed over the three of us. As the room grew peacefully quiet, I fell asleep, eventually tossing and turning and even once tried to get up to go to the bathroom only to be pushed back into bed by Alex.

"Oh no, you don't; you're on room arrest," Alex said, returning to his previous seat.

"But, I have to pee." I whimpered

"Hold it, or wet the bed, I don't care. You are not getting out of this room."

"Please!" I begged, now crossing my legs.

"No means no."

I paused for a moment, "You can come in the bathroom with me." There was a moment of silence before he grabbed my hand, leading into the bathroom in the hallway.

Finally, in front of a toilet, I pulled the front of my pants down only to have Alex reach around from behind me, taking hold of my penis, "I'm not letting go of any part of you."

Whimpering, I just started to pee, "You do childish things; you will be treated as a child." Alex spoke again, smacking my butt.

"I am a kid, though," I stammered out.

"Yes, you are, but you will be treated as if you were a 5 or 6-year-old." He said while pulling my pants back up. "Now, back to bed, sweetums." Hand in hand, we returned to the bedroom, and I was placed in between the sleeping twins. "Now, sleep."

***

It felt as if I finally had fallen back asleep when I heard someone speaking to me, "Sweetums, wake up."

"5 more minutes Daddy," I mumbled.

"Well, if I were your dad, I would let you, but I'm not. So Up you go," Calvin said, pulling me out of bed.

"Where's Daddy?" I murmured as I started blinking.

"Sleeping"

"Why are you here?"

"It is my turn to watch you, can't have you running off again. Now let's get you cleaned up for the day." Calvin said while tugging me into the bathroom. It was the same repeated process as earlier; I couldn't even pee for myself. "Ok, Arms up."

"What? Why?"

"You need a shower."

"I can do that myself!" I pouted.

"Not anymore, we aren't letting you out of our sight," Calvin said while pulling my shirt and pants off. "Lovely, just as I imagined. Ok, into the shower."

The shower was on when I was pushed under it only to shout as the water was freezing, "Why…Is…it….soo…cold?" I asked with chattering teeth.

"The water is drawn from the lake, it's nice and cold. Now eyes shut while I shampoo your hair." As my eyes closed, Calvin's hands gently scrubbed through my hair before exploring the rest of my body.

"That's not my hair, Uncle Calvin," I said while shivering.

"There are other parts to wash as well," he said while thrusting a finger inside of my asshole. "Especially here and here," he said while massaging my shriveling cock.

"You said you wouldn't do that unless I asked."

"No, I said I wouldn't have sex with you. Cleaning and playing with you, I'll do as much as I want. Now, touch your toes, I need to make sure I got everything," he said while withdrawing his finger and parting my cheeks, only to have two fingers reinserted inside me, touching my button ever so gently. "Ah, there's your little nub."

I was so close; the tingles had built up inside me when Calvin removed both his fingers, "Why did you stop?" I whimpered.

"Cause I can. Punishment doesn't have to be painful, leaving you at the edge works too. Now, hop out of the shower, let's dry you, and get back to bed."

My head hung low as I stepped out and towel dried. My clothes were no place to be seen.

"What am I to wear? Daddy and Pops left my bag in Worthshyre."

"We keep spare sets for you boys up here. I'll dress you back in the room."

Wrapped in the towel, I was carried into a different room than I had slept in. It was a bit of a different place, smaller than the other four, but only had a table, a rocker, and a bench. As Calvin opened the closest, the horror came across my face as I saw an array of clothes different from the ones we were required to wear, dresses and animal onesies.

"Don't worry about the dresses and other clothes; you will still wear what you wore before."

"What are they for?" I was now intrigued.

"Well, roleplaying for the dresses and other cutie pie outfits, but the onesies are for you boys on movie nights or birthdays."

"Movie night?"

"You will find out soon enough. Now up on the table."

"I can dress myself," I said.

"You lost that right when you acted out and disappeared."

"Is he still mad at me?" I whispered as I climbed up onto the table.

"Alex? Yes, and no, you scared him, you made him mad, but he will always love you."

"He hurt me as well."

"You've told me. Now lift your legs. Good boy, now your arms."

As Calvin placed the hat on my head, he took my hand, walked me out of the room, and into the one Alex now slept in.

"Now, don't leave this room, Pops and I will be downstairs."

"Yes Sir," I said, giving him a hug before I crawled in bed with Alex nuzzling my way under his arm to rest my head on his chest.

With a kiss on the forehead, Alex said, "Morning Sweetums," while gently stroking my damp hair.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you up," I whispered. "Why are you all calling me Sweetums?"

"It's ok," Alex said, now rubbing my back. "Well, it's what we call our boys when they need to be treated like a toddler or are one.

"But I'm not a little kid."

"When we have to watch you like a hawk, you are."

"I'm sorry I ran away, that I kicked and screamed at you. Then when you took Evan over me after our fight, I felt so lost." I started to feel tears forming at the corners of my eyes.

"It hurt me, too, seeing you mope around all day." He said while planting a kiss to my lips

"Do you forgive me?"

"I do, but you still will be punished, you know."

"Yes daddy" I softly whispered

"Now, let's get a bit more sleep," Alex said while drawing me closer and locking me in his arms.

I felt some tugging while I was going in and out of sleep, being told to raise my arms and whatnot. When I woke up, I realized I was now naked and bent over a pillow with Alex working two fingers in and out of my butt with a third added shortly.

"Daddy," I whimpered out as I was wincing in pain.

"Shh." Was all Alex said before stuffing a cloth in my mouth? "It's time for your punishment."

I heard a bottle cap snap before I felt one finger return inside me, hardly feeling any lube working its way into me.

"Unless you would rather be spanked." Shaking my head no, he kept working his fingers in and out of me while sighing. "What a shame, I tried, though."

While rubbing his cock in my crevice, I started shaking in fear at each movement made. "You will remember this; it will hurt Squeaks. Last chance to not do this," He said while rubbing my back.

As soon as my head shook no, in one quick and hard thrust, Alex had worked at least 5 inches [12cm] in me. I let out a muffled scream as my body tensed at the sudden intrusion. With another thrust, he was fully buried; I could feel his pubic hairs against me as I buried my face in the pillow, crying from the pain.

"You do not ever run away again!" he withdrew, only leaving the tip inside, leading to a full thrust again as I lay limply below him pinned to the bed crying.

"You told me to be rough, so you get what you asked for," he whispered in my ear as he smacked my thighs a few times.

No more screams, only whimpers came from me as I took my punishment. He was right, I thought, I screamed at him to do whatever to punish me. Each painful and burning thrust was reinforcing that thought. He took me further than he had ever before, pounding like a piston into me for almost half an hour. His grunts and moans were only accompanied by my whimpers, except deep down; I was starting to enjoy this as my tingles began to form throughout my soon convulsing body.

"You naughty boy! You actually like this?" he said as his movement was slowing down as he changed our position, placing me on all fours.

With the new position came new punishment as his hands rained down a flurry of spankings. "Ah… oh… god. Dad was right… You are most enjoyable like that."

My body tensed up, with each hit only causing more pain. [Would he keep spanking me when we did this?] I whimpered while thinking to myself [this already hurts a lot.] A Few minutes later, he was out of breath, panting heavily I could feel him growing inside of me. I knew what was coming as he withdrew to only the tip of his cock, and with one final thrust, he went all the way in sending pain ripping through my tired body as each jet of semen coated my insides. With a loud audible popping noise, he was finally out of me.

We both collapsed onto the bed, exhausted. Alex finally pulled out the cloth from my mouth and used it to wipe my ass a few times, as his eyes finally met mine. His were glazed over and looked as if he was in pure bliss.

Snuggling as close as I could to him, I placed my head against his sweaty chest before speaking, "I'm sorry I was bad daddy, but please don't spank me if we do that again. It hurts."

"Well, that was the point. Punishment is supposed to hurt in one way or another," he said as he tossed the cum covered rag to the floor. "Now that your punishment is done, I want you to take it easy for the rest of the day."

"Daddy, I mean, if we do this again, you said both of us need to enjoy it, not just one of us, and I don't like it!" I whimpered as his finger was tracing my heated hole.

He paused for a moment; he studied me before kissing me, "Ok, I won't," he said while gently rubbing my back. "I want you to apologize to Calvin and Pops for scaring them."

"Ok," I whimpered as he twisted his finger around inside me. Slowly I slid into sleep for the third time that day.

***

"Wake up, sleepyhead," Alex said, gently shaking me. "I have food for you."

That was all I needed to hear as I rolled over and tried to sit up only to have sharp stabbing pains shoot up through my body from my rear.

"It hurts…" I cried out.

"I know, buddy," Alex said while pulling me onto his lap.

"Am I still your boy," I whimpered out as I started crying into his neck. "I can understand it if I'm not anymore."

"Of course, you are, why wouldn't you be?"

"I don't know… yesterday? I did so many stupid things."

"Yesterday is over, though I don't think you will forget it any time soon with that sore little bum of yours," he said while planting a kiss on my lips.

Happier with that reply, it was time for the real reason I woke up, "Ok, Food?" I said.

"How you can turn on a dime," Alex said while picking up the plate of food and slowly started feeding me. "Remember, apologies to Pops and Calvin."

With the food gone, "I will," I said while trying to stand gingerly, stepping toward the door.

"Where are you going?" Alex said quickly, moving in front of me.

"To say sorry."

"Not in your sorry of a state, get back in bed, you aren't even dressed, and you can hardly walk."

"But." I protested only to get a scowling look

"Now. I'll give you some pain pills and rub some ointment into you; it should help with the pain."

"Yes, daddy," I softly said while I laid back down on my stomach.

"I'll be right back in a minute Sweetums."

Dammit, I'm still being called that… True to his word, Alex returned with three pills, a glass of water, and a silver tube.

"Sit up and take these, then I'll work this into you."

"It hurts to sit," I whined.

"Well, toughen up, it's a lasting punishment," Alex said while turning me over and pulling me. "You scared me so much, disappearing like that," he said while handing me the pills and water.

"I'm sorry I won't do it again," I said with my head hung low.

"Ok, let's make this a little more bearable for you," Alex said while turning me over and parting my ass cheeks, then rubbed some cream around my battered hole. The first touch had me shaking in pain though the pain subsided quickly. "Now, just because I have made it less painful, don't go getting yourself in trouble again."

"Yes, Sir. Could you send Pops or Calvin up, please?" I said as Alex soon departed the room, leaving me to boredom.

***

Both came and went as I apologized, saying very little to me, only nodding their heads. There is nothing to do here; I've counted just about everything in the room that I can see as I lay on my stomach. At noon, everyone came up to the room, food in hand.

"What are you doing?" I asked puzzled.

"Well, since you are still stuck in a room all day, we thought it would be best to join you," Walter said while he picked me up onto his lap, making me wince slightly as he sat me down.

Looking up into Pops' eyes, I mouthed, "Why me?" only to have a kiss on the forehead before being rocked back and forth.

Everyone was laughing and enjoying the meal, but as it concluded, everyone left except for Pops and me. Still naked as the day I was born, I adjusted myself to being face to face with him while giggling.

"What's so funny?"

"You have some food on your face," I said while leaning in licking his lips before they parted, letting me in.

Pushing me away, he broke our embrace, "Looks like you have some as well," as he pulled me closer, pushing his tongue into my mouth.

Adjusting in the bed, I was soon flat on my back under the assault of kisses and tickles. Roaming hands soon caressed my balls only to start to crawl further past them.

I grabbed his hand with a panicked look on my face, "No, Pops… it hurts."

"Shh, a spank only hurts those buns."

"I wasn't spanked," I whimpered out with my head hung low. "Daddy wouldn't spank me anymore, so I told him to be as rough as he wanted with me."

Closing his eyes for a minute, I finally let go of Pops' hand before it continued its journey downward, barely touching me briefly before he stood up and left the room.

[Deny all three of them?] I thought, [is it like three strikes and I'm out? Out of their lives and family?] I had to do something to save this relationship.

Accepting the pain as I moved, I knew what he longed for. Placing a pillow in the middle of the bed, I laid upon it as the door opened.

"Well, that's a surprise," Walter said as I started to spread my legs as wide as I could.

As he got behind me, I let out a loud gasp, "Pops! Oh!" I squealed in delight as his tongue was taking care of my battered hole.

Withdrawing his tongue, he got undressed before sitting on the edge of the bed, pulling me off the pillow and placed me kneeling on the floor. I stared for a few moments, still completely lost in bliss.

Walter spoke, "Do I need to pinch your nose?" snapping me back to reality. Gazing up into his eyes, I opened my mouth, slowly leaning forward licking the tip of his cock a few times before I took it in my mouth, swirling my tongue around the tip, and then started bobbing up and down. As my mouth grew tired, I let him slip out of my mouth and moved from my spot.

I was now on the bed standing next to him, "Pop, do I need to pinch your nose?" I said, giggling as my cock lined up next to his head. He quickly engulfed me with his mouth, and I moaned in pleasure as I felt the warmth from it.

His hands never stood idle this entire time. They set about with multiple tasks as they caressed my butt before one hand pushed my legs apart, allowing his free hand to slide two fingers inside my hole. I didn't even notice the intrusion until he rubbed my magic button, sending squeaks and squeals out of me. My body tightened from the onset of an orgasm; I was released from his grasp, falling back onto the bed before being brought face to face with him as a bottle of KY was produced and handed to me.

"I think you know what to do," he said, patting my head.

Opening the tube, I must have poured half of it onto my palm; each rub caused his cock to twitch, and taking the bottle from me, he worked some more KY into my tender hole for a few moments before speaking again.

"Ok, raise yourself over it and sit."

With my legs on either side of his, I scooted as close as I could to his chest. Kissing him, I rubbed his cock between my ass cheeks a few times before he grew impatient from my teasing and lined himself up with me. I gave a small gasp as he slid quickly and painfully into me.

"You're in control, for now," He said while rubbing my pain-stricken face. "Take your time." Inch by inch, I worked him into me until I sat on his lap, looking up at him.

"Kiss me," I begged, as I needed a distraction from the stabbing pain.

"Your command is my wish," he said while leaning in as I parted my lips. The pain eased slowly, and I started to raise and lower myself. The process repeated, and with each rising movement, Walter began to thrust upward before wrapping his arms around me and pushed in and out of me quickly. Despite the earlier activity from Alex, I hardly felt the pain as the pleasure erupted through me.

With each movement, my moans and squeaks got louder before my button was pushed one too many times, sending tingles throughout my body.

I screamed out in bliss, "Pop, oh Pop, Yesss."

I was now a ragdoll in his arms, my head rested over his shoulder, looking at the wall, as each of his thrusts was building more and more tingles again. My squeaks and moans started to become louder with each upward thrust.

"I'm close, Squeaks," Walter said, picking up his pace with harder thrusts bringing me to a second orgasm.

Soon with one final deep thrust, Walter coated my insides, "Good job, baby boy, good job."

Panting as we fell back onto the bed, I started to move off him only to be grabbed at the waist, "No, baby boy, remember I like to stay inside as long as possible.

"First, squeaks, then Sweetums, now baby boy? Am I downgrading? I haven't even gotten in trouble today," I panted out.

With a pat on my butt, "No, you are our youngest, therefore our baby."

"But, I'm the same age as the twins!" I whined, "I am no baby."

"You are younger than them though, they were born in January, and when were you born?"

"September," I sighed.

"Nine months, that's close to a year younger. Therefore you are the baby of the family." Walter said, grinning while he traced my spine with his fingers, "Always have been, and always will be."

My mind was racing to find a counter punch, and one was found, "But I have no siblings!"

"That made you the oldest and the youngest, but now you are just the youngest," Walter said while putting his index finger on my nose, "But the Parrish family has brought you back, so you are now the youngest."

Back? I had never been here before shrugging off his slip of words, "Can I lay on the bed? You can still be inside me!" I said while wiggling my butt a bit.

Sighing, Walter got me into the little spoon as he pushed his semi flaccid cock further inside, holding his position.

"Peter, can we have a serious talk? I need to ask you some questions, and I need the truth."

"Uh sure, I guess," I said, a bit confused.

"You love Alex and all of us, right?"

"Yes."

"Good, good would you ever leave us?"

"What no! I… I wouldn't ever!" I said in a panicked tone. "Are you going to make me?"

"No, I am just making sure, now, on to the real questions."

"The real ones? What could be more serious than not staying here?"

"This is a bit personal, but I need to know, can you tell me about the memories?" Walter said while wrapping his arms around me, pulling me closer.

"What memories?" I whispered.

"The ones that you talked to Alex about. Don't worry, I'm just curious. I heard that there have been similar stories like this, but from what I've heard is that you have multiple, not just one."

Should I tell him? Will he send me away? I promised I would tell the truth, "Well… they just appear, when I dream or randomly."

"What are they like? Could you tell me some of the ones you have seen?"

"Well, they feel like I'm really there, I feel the emotions that the person goes through everything they see and have seen."

As I explained some of the memories, Walters's interest grew, but that was not the only thing that grew. Walter was soon humping me as he raised one of my legs into the air while making my whole body move as the thrusts grew in strength.

"Pop, ugh, it's a bit hard to talk when you're so rough," I grunted out.

"Sorry, your stories got me all worked up." He said while continuing his movement.

The stories continued with the humping until he finished inside me again. While patting my thighs, "Well, let's get you out of this room, I bet you're bored."

Laying there, feeling his sperm oozing out of me after he slid out, "Aren't we going to bathe? You put a lot of your sperm in me!" I said as he held my pants for me to put on.

"Not this time, Squeaks, now hop in."

Having learned my lesson from not obeying them, I quickly slipped on the pants and shirt as Walter smacked my backside, making me yip. I could feel the wet spot on the back of the pants rub against my ass cheeks.

"Good boy." Even listening I get spanked.

***

The rest of the day I was rolling around in the dirt and bashing trees with sticks with the twins until dinner was called, and I was picked up and placed onto Calvin's lap by no other than Alex. [What happened to me being kept away from him?] I thought, looking back and forth between Walter and Alex, both just smiling at me. Even the twins in their lap were grinning ear to ear.

"You're in for a long night, after what you did to our daddy," Evan said with his mouthful

Giggling at what his brother said, Sam replied, "Very long."

Calvin could hardly contain his laughter, "Don't worry squeaks," Alex said, "Tomorrow will be special, but tonight will be the last LEG of this journey before a new beginning."

Looking toward Walter, all he did to help me was smile and raise his glass towards me. Shrugging it off as dinner finished, the twins and I raced around the house for a few minutes before being summoned to the living room.

The three adults stood across from us hands behind their backs looking down upon us, "Peter, you're with Calvin tonight, Sam you're with Alex, and that leaves Evan with me," Walter exclaimed as we stood laughing at a joke Sam made as we stood next to each other.

In our fit of giggles from the joke, we hadn't noticed that each adult in front of us held an animal costume. With a gulp, the twins started slowly to back up.

"Grab them before they bolt," Walter said while laughing before the twins quickly darted up the stairs before being chased by Walter and Alex.

Shaking as they ran, it must be bad, with my voice quivering I said, "Why. Why did they r-run?"

"Oh, they don't enjoy being dressed up," Calvin said while walking toward me.

"But, aren't we already dressed up?" I murmured with my head hung low as Calvin walked around me. "I don't like it either."

"Nope, this is your daily outfit," Calvin said while grabbing my crotch, giving it a hard squeeze sending my head up, not letting out a scream despite the sudden pain. "So cute how you react to us; now let's get you undressed."

As Calvin tugged at my shirt, I raised my arms, exposing my body to the cold air, as the fire hadn't been lit.

"Come on; let's go sit for a moment." As if I had a choice as his hand gripped mine, pulling me toward a couch.

Calvin quickly sat then pulled me onto his lap, "What did they mean about tonight? Why would it be so long?"

Sliding his hand up and down my chest, Calvin finally responded as his hand slipped past the band of my pants playing with my cock and balls.

With a smirk, he looked down on me, "mmm, ah, I'm not sure either."

Eventually, he worked my pants off and began jacking me off as he started suckling on my neck, "C'mon, squeak for me."

As if on command, my pleasure grew rewarding him with my small squeaks and moans. My body soon couldn't handle the buildup of my tingles, causing me to lift myself off Calvin's lap, arching my back while grunting.

"Thank you," I panted out. It was the first time that one of these adults let me enjoy myself without having to do something for them.

"Now that you are happy, will you not put up a fight for me?" I nodded my head up and down, smiling.

"Alright, close your eyes, I'll do all the work," Calvin said while patting my head.

As he picked up the outfit, I could feel the microfiber interior as each of my legs slid inside. Soon my entire body was surrounded in the fabric.

"Stand up for a moment, eyes still closed, please."

Standing as asked, I felt a tugging motion while hearing the sound of a zipper moving up my back, giggling as the cold metal touched my skin.

"Can I open my eyes now?"

"Not yet, one more final touch. Mm… how will I do this part…"

I felt a marker touching my face. I grew impatient as Calvin had me standing eyes closed for over 10 minutes as he doodled on me.

"What are you doing?" I asked a bit irritated.

"I'm almost done, hold on, there… you can open your eyes." Looking down, I could see I was encased in a solid brown onesie. Turning around, I saw it had a short tail.

"Oh, I almost forgot one thing." With one tug, I now had a hood. "Let's go look in the mirror, you can tell me how I did."

Hand in hand, we entered the bathroom, and I was able to see what took Calvin so long. "No… why… why… am I a mouse?" I said while frowning. "Of all the animals, I'm a mouse!"

Patting my back as I tucked my head into his shoulder in embarrassment, "Well, you squeak a lot, so much so that I can hear you three doors down," Calvin said while laughing. "Let's go sit and wait for the others."

***

It was about fifteen minutes before Alex finally came down with Sam in hand. I couldn't help but giggle as Sam was now dressed as a sheep, only to be quieted by a soul-piercing glare from Alex as he sat down next to us, taking Sam in his lap. Walter and Evan eventually came down; Evan was now dressed as a lion.

"Now that we are all settled, why don't we go and get the chairs and go look at the stars for a bit?" Walter said, "Boys, why don't each of you go out back and set up the chairs for us?"

"Yes Sir," the twins said in unison, followed by a nod from me.

It wasn't as cold as I expected when we walked outside, I still let out a small smile as I was behind the two twins.

"Why don't you two like being dressed up?"

"I get itchy," Evan softly spoke.

"It's fun to put up a fight, and I don't really mind it much," Sam chirped.

"So, I understand why I am a mouse, but why are you a sheep and a lion?"

"We don't know, each time we are different animals, but we only wear them until after the movie, then well… you know…" nodding my head as we finished setting up the chairs before walking in and grabbing our respective adult.

"Good job, boys, now one of you turn the lights off," Walter said, patting us all on the head.

Sam quickly ran inside and was back within a minute. I let out a small gasp as the sky was lit up by the stars and the moon.

"Wow, there are so many."

Letting out a small laugh, Calvin whispered into my ear, "Beautiful, isn't it?"

"Yes," I sighed as we were now leaning back in the chair. "How come there are so many? I've never seen this many before."

"Well, out here, there isn't that much light pollution. So, we can see them all," answered Calvin.

I could hear some movement from the other chairs nearby as Sam and Evan both had their hands moving up and down.

"Oh, I'm sorry," I whispered as I lowered my hand toward Calvin's crotch, trying to work it in his pants when he stopped me.

"Don't, just enjoy the night."

"But," I tried to say only to have a finger silence me.

"There is no need; tomorrow, you will need your energy."

"What's so special about tomorrow?"

"Oh, you will need to wait to find that out," Calvin said while rubbing my back.

There was a bit of movement in the chairs as the other four got up and went back inside.

"Let's just wait a few more minutes before we head in."

"Can I at least kiss you?" I moaned, "You deny me now!"

"A kiss, one and only one," was all I let him get out before I rolled on top of him, pinning him to the chair as I placed my lips against his. If he didn't want anything else, I would make this last as long as I could, and I did that. It must have been 10 minutes before I heard a cough nearby as Evan walked out.

"Uhh… you guys coming in?"

"Yeah, we will be right there," I said while never taking my lips off Calvin only to return to kissing him.

"Alright, let's go inside," Calvin said while breaking off the kiss.

There was light from the fire, and the TV had a movie starting. Sitting on the love seat allowed me to lay my head on Calvin's lap. Halfway through the movie, I turned and looked up toward Calvin as he was slowly nodding off. Smiling, the twins used their hands, I'll use something else I thought while snaking Calvin's shorts and underwear down. Letting out a very quiet giggle as I brought him to full length. If I had to guess, he was 2.5 [6cm] or so inches wide and 9 [22cm] inches long. More than anything I've ever taken.

Calvin's eyes quickly shot open as I started swirling the tip of his cock with my tongue. His mouth opened and shut a few times as he leaned his head back. Closing my eyes as I bobbed my head up and down slowly, I paused at the tip, sucking on it for a minute before plunging downward until I couldn't hold anymore in my mouth. I felt his hand on the back of my head combing through my hair as I repeated the process a few times before I heard him let out a small grunt, and he started shooting into my mouth and down my throat.

"I love you," Calvin whispered into my ear as he adjusted himself, turning me back toward the movie. The first thing I noticed was Alex watching me. Smiling, I blew him a kiss or two, ok maybe it was three, I had to make sure he got them. Alex's attention soon drifted back to the movie as it was ending.

***

"Alright, boys, let's get you undressed and off to bed," Walter said as the credits begun to roll.

The sound of zippers being used had been followed by the sound of the outfits hitting the ground. Now shivering, I quickly grabbed Calvin's hand, pulling him up the stairs.

"Come on, I'm cold," I whimpered as I dove onto the bed and under the blankets.

Plopping down next to me, Calvin joined me under the blankets pulling me closer to him as he stuck his arms around me before sighing and closing his eyes.

"Aren't we going to do stuff?"

"Not tonight squeaks, I'm tired, and you have a big day tomorrow."

"Ok," I softly spoke, closing my eyes. My mind slowly calmed down as I couldn't understand what they kept meaning by tomorrow.

Daylight soon ripped through the room as the curtains were opened before I felt Calvin plop down next to me. Sliding under the covers, he pulled me close again, kissing me on my cheek before running his hand through my hair a few times.

"Mm, that feels good," I moaned.

"That's good, I want you to be happy today," he whispered in my ear. "I need to ask you to do something for me today, Peter."

"Yes?" I asked nervously was he going to have me do something weird. I mean, he hasn't done anything with me yet; maybe he was just saving it for one go.

"Today, I need you to be strong and not give up at all, ok? It will be a long and tiring day, but once it's over, it will be a good day, for all of us." He said, continuing to stroke my head. "I promise I'll do stuff with you once it's over ok?"

"Ok, I will."

"I need to hear you say that you won't give up."

"I uh… I promise you that I will not give up, and I'll be strong. What going on today, you're scaring me."

As he opened his mouth to speak again, Alex walked in silencing Calvin.

"Come on, Squeaks, we need to chat and eat some food."

Glancing back at the bed, I was pulled from Calvin just buried his head in the pillows, and I could hear some soft crying.

Chapter 6
Finding Henry

It was still really early; only the adults were up and sitting at the table, except for Calvin, who was still upstairs.

"Why don't you get your brother Alex?" Walter said as I sat across from him at the table.

"Ok," was all Alex murmured before running back up the stairs.

Walter quickly stood as they left and brought a steaming plate of eggs and bacon to me before sitting down, across from me.

"Eat up, Peter, growing boys need to eat."

It was a strange feeling to feed myself again; it had been a few days since I had done this. Ten minutes later, Calvin and Alex both came downstairs and sat on each side of Walter.

Nervously swinging my legs back and forth, as my plate now sat empty on the table, Alex finally broke the silence, "Peter, you love us, right?"

"Yes, I do."

"We need to have a chat."

"Isn't that what we are doing right now?" I said with a nervous laugh.

"A very serious one, bud," Calvin said, "It's not time to laugh."

Gulping, all I could say was, "Ok."

"We want to bring you in as a Parrish, Peter," Walter spoke sternly.

The words caused me to sit up straight immediately. "But, aren't I already? If not, isn't Alex going to marry my mom? That would make me a Parrish, right?"

"In the eyes of the world, yes, that marriage would, but something is lacking that we need to do," Walter continued with the same tone of voice.

"I'll do whatever it takes."

Walter looked right then left at his sons before looking back at me. "To become a real Parrish, you need to share a blood bond with Alex and drink a very special liquid."

"That uh, sounds simple enough, I guess," I said a bit squeamish, as I never liked the sight of blood.

"Dad, he should know the risks before going further," Calvin injected.

"I was just about to get there." Walter sighed. "Peter, we are a special family."

Well, no duh, I thought to myself.

"What we do today could hurt you badly or kill you, but if what we think is true, you will be with us for a long time."

Silently sitting for a few minutes, my brain was racing; eventually, the internal struggle settled as the decision was made. "Ok, I'll do it."

"Peter!" Calvin exclaimed, "Are you sure? It's ok, you can walk away, and we can act like this conversation never happened."

"No, I want to, I was so lost before I met you all, Uncle Calvin, you probably know I have memories in my head that aren't mine, and they drive me crazy. I didn't know how much longer I could have survived with them. All the bad emotions I felt were suppressed the moment I met you all; I would risk everything to keep them like that."

Still not happy with my response, Calvin spoke again, "What about your mother? Would you be ok leaving her by herself?"

It wasn't something I had considered, what would happen to her if I were gone? I sat and thought for a few minutes before I raised my head back up. "She would be ok, she would have Alex, and they could have another kid."

"Goddammit, Peter! It's not that easy." Calvin shouted, looking at Walter. "Dad, this isn't a choice a 9-year-old should make. We had tried this before and destroyed entire families in the process. What if we are wrong again? What if he isn't Henry?"

"Be quiet, Calvin," Alex finally worked his way into the conversation. "I know he is Henry."

"We all agreed that Henry has been lost for centuries, and we agreed that we wouldn't look for him anymore! He's gone Alex, when will you accept that!" Calvin said while raising his voice

I was shocked by what was being said in front of me. Walter, seeing the confusion growing, and the argument going nowhere stepped in.

"Boys, enough!" It quickly quieted the two brothers.

Regaining his composure, Walter started to speak again, "Ok, Peter, I'm sorry we left a few details out of the conversation for you."

Nodding my head up and down, "Calvin said centuries, that's impossible to live that long," I stammered out.

"For humans, yes, for us no. You see, the Parrish family has existed throughout time. Why? We don't know, we just have, and you know those memories you have?"

"Ye… yess."

"Well, a long, long time ago, the twins had a brother; he was special just like us. However, he was kidnapped, and we never found him. His name was Henry."

"And you think I'm him?"

"Yes, we do."

"And this test will tell you if I'm really him, but if I'm not, I could die?"

"Not could, would." was all Calvin said, as he couldn't look at me.

"How do you know that this will work? If it hasn't worked before, are you certain it works?"

"Henry wasn't the first one to get lost, Peter, we know it works. It was just easier back then; the world was so much smaller."

"How come you couldn't find him, or me?"

"We did find him, though," Calvin sighed "But…"

"But what!"

"Whoever took him killed him in some religious sacrifice."

I am shocked by the old but new news to me. "If… if… I was him, couldn't I look through my memories to find him?"

"No, he was a baby when he was taken. Memories don't stick until after you're about four years old." Walter sighed out. "It would all be a black void; nothing gets through until then, so all of his memories should be gone."

Looking over at Alex, his eyes didn't meet mine; they were locked onto the wall as if he couldn't bring himself to look at me.

"Ok," I said, trying to regain a bit of composure. "So, let me get this straight, you think I am Henry? And that you guys have lived a long time, but wouldn't that mean you would have a lot of memories like me?"

"We do, but it's always only been us, not multiple lives," Walter spoke up. "We can choose our age, but if we want to be younger, we drink a special liquid, but it always makes us a baby. Henry and the twins always did this together, essentially making them triplets."

"Ok, I think I get it now." I sighed, "But I won't choose for myself."

"What?" Walter asked a bit confused.

"I gave myself to Alex; I will do whatever he wants me to do," I said, meeting Alex's eyes as the words left my mouth.

"He will kill you, Peter!" Calvin said, now standing from the table. "You're not his pet! You're a human!"

"Then you missed out on me," I whispered before getting a bit louder. "Well, dad, what is it?"

"What about your mother? She lost your dad! How do you think she would feel about this?" Calvin said, now shouting.

"Calvin, quiet down, the twins are still sleeping!" Walter interjected

"They could sleep through a hurricane! I gave them sleeping medicine last night after you guys finished."

"Uncle Calvin, I'm bound to lose my mom, by her choice or mine, if time has no hold on you or me. She would be another memory. Please just let Alex decide."

"Well, Alex? Do you risk him or what?" Calvin now spat at his brother.

"I'm sorry, Cal" Was all Alex said before placing two glasses on the table and a knife. "Hold out your hand, Peter." Living up to my word, I extended my hand out, "Palm open, please."

"Please, Alex, don't do this," Calvin begged as Walter made an inch cut in my left palm before doing the same to Alex's right palm.

Wincing in pain, Walter placed a glass with a silver liquid in front of Alex and me. "Now, while your blood mixes, drink everything in the glass as fast as you can Peter."

Glass in hand; as soon as I made contact with Alex's palm, I downed the liquid. My vision became fuzzy to me, eventually blacking out against the table.

Opening my eyes, I now stood in nothingness; everything was black except the sound of screaming echoing through the void. Through the flurry of voices, I heard a whisper that grew louder "Focus on me! FOCUS ON ME!"

It was a voice I could recognize, "FREDRICK," I shouted back the darkness now turned to light as Fredrick appeared and all the screams faded. Sobbing, I wrapped my arms around him, "Fredrick, am… am I dead?"

"No, only just a little lost."

"Tell me the truth."

"You are dying, but not as Peter, you're ok. Someone else is in your head ripping through the memories, destroying them." Fredrick said, now sobbing into my shoulder, "I can feel him coming, I don't have much time."

"No… No… ALEX," I shouted as I saw him appear. He was heavily breathing as he started to walk toward me. I pushed Fredrick behind me.

"Henry, move! They all have to go!"

"I AM NOT HENRY!" I shouted, stopping Alex in his tracks, "Pops even said Henry is gone! You just didn't read between the lines!"

"I've known you were Henry since the day you fell into my arms, now move! I found remnants of his memories in you!"

"Alex, if you found Henry, do you realize I would have to go as well? I would still be there in him! I would be a memory."

"No, you wouldn't Peter, there isn't enough of him left. He would need part of you to survive."

Standing my ground, "Please, Dad, don't do this, I'm Peter I'm your boy! I've done everything you ever asked! But this I won't do." Nothing seemed to be working; Alex just kept walking closer and closer "ILL… ILL BE YOUR HENRY BUT LEAVE ME FREDRICK!" I screamed as Alex threw me out of the way.

"Peter, be quiet, you won't remember any of this anyways!"

"NO," I screamed as Fredrick disappeared as Alex reached for him, "YOU KILLED HIM!"

As I sobbed uncontrollably, a quiet voice spoke, "No, he didn't," a small blonde-haired boy said, now standing next to me. "I buried Fredrick in a safe spot."

"HENRY," Alex said, rushing over, grasping onto the boy. "I thought you were gone, gone forever."

"I am, though, I waited through each life trying to sense one of you, but I could never find you."

"We found you, we found you," Alex said, now sobbing, "We can save you."

"No, you can't, you found Peter, not me. Alex, I can't come back."

"If you can do this, you can come back! Your body is right here!" Alex said, forcing me onto my feet and shaking me.

"I wouldn't even if I could, Alex. You are willing to kill the one person who made you happy since me."

"You're worth it, Henry!" Alex stated.

As I was crumpling to the floor, I started to cry, "He's going to kill me."

"Peter, I'm sorry you had to see this, why don't you go see Fredrick while I talk with everyone else. You don't mind me borrowing you for a bit?"

Shaking my head, all I wanted to do was make sure Fredrick was ok. "Thank you; I just want to give them a proper goodbye."

With the snap of his fingers, Fredrick replaced both Alex and Henry. "Oh, Fredrick!" I scampered over, hugging him tightly, "I thought I lost you."

"I did too, I hadn't seen him before, but he saved me."

"That was Henry, the person the Parrish's have been looking for years."

"He's dying as well, wait your body is moving! What is going on?" Snapping his fingers, I could instantly see through my own eyes again.

We were no longer in the kitchen, but one of the upstairs bedrooms with everyone around us, "Dad, Calvin, other two, I've missed you so much." A sickly version of my voice coughed out.

"Henry!" both twins exclaimed.

"Yes, but I can't stay."

"Why?" asked Evan.

"It's too much to explain."

"But, we missed you!" Sam said softly. "I don't want you to go."

"I know, I don't either," wiping a tear away, "Dad, Alex was out of control in there. He nearly wiped Peter out." Henry said as Alex started to stir.

"Henry," Alex moaned out.

"I'm here."

"YOU FUCKING MORON, ALEX," Calvin shouted, "HOW COULD YOU DO THAT?" now shaking his brothers' body.

"Dad calm down, I stopped his memory from going back to him, and he won't remember what he did besides releasing Peter from the previous memories."

"Henry, we should have protected you better." Walter now spoke again, wiping a tear from his eyes.

"You couldn't have known what was going to happen that night. It was unfortunate, but you all know I'll still be here in Peter."

"Henry," Alex groaned, "I've missed you."

"And I have missed you too," Henry said softly stroking Alex's face. "But it's time for me to go; I will be watching you all through Peter's eyes."

The room erupted in tears as Henry laid back down, closing his eyes, shutting off our view. Only to appear standing next to Fredrick and me.

"Henry…"

"Peter, I know what you're thinking. I'll be fine in here, I've survived centuries. Besides, I have Freddy here. Now that everyone else is gone, I think I'll last a lot longer. Why don't you wake up now?"

The words were still ringing in my ears as I stirred from the bed.

"Peter?" Calvin said as he sat next to me.

Looking around the room, I met with everyone's red eyes. Alex, who laid next to me, now rolled over to me, "Peter, you did it, you survived."

It wasn't a happy moment as I balled up my fist, striking him between his nose and mouth.

"YOU NEVER LOVED ME; YOU ONLY WANTED HENRY," I screamed as I wailed onto him.

Ripped away from my assault by Walter, I kept flailing around. "That's enough from you," Walter said slapping the back of my head twice.

My mind kept screaming to fight, but my body went limp in his arms, knowing better than to fight him. Sitting down, Walter held me around my waist, "Are you calm now?"

Nodding my head up and down I was released from his grip, "Take me home, I don't want to be here anymore."

"You are home, Peter," Walter said while rubbing my shoulder.

"No, I'm not, I'm not Henry. I'm not your grandson; you're not my Pops, Alex is nothing to me."

"You share our blood; our memories flow in you. You're a Parrish and will never stop being a Parrish."

"I don't care about any of that! You all betrayed me! Alex was going to kill me. A family doesn't do that," I said, pushing away from Walter and bolting from out of the door and out of the house.

Barefoot and running, the forest soon made my feet sore, forcing me to stop running. Tucking myself in between two trees, I quickly fell asleep. Startled when I woke up, Alex and Calvin stood in front of me.

"Well, you made it farther than we expected," Alex spoke, crouching down to my height, reaching out his hand to me. "Come on, son, let's go home."

"No!" I shouted, batting his hand away, "I would rather die than go back with you."

Standing quickly, I turned and ran only to be caught by Walter, who came up from behind me.

"We can't have you getting lost again; besides, you can't die anymore, you drank the liquid of life, suspending you in time, forever stuck," Walter said while tucking me under his arm.

Squirming I bit Walter. Stunned by my action, he dropped me as I bolted further into the woods.

"Where are you going, Peter?" Alex shouted, not too far behind me.

Despite the immense pain my feet were in, I kept running until I quickly dropped and started falling. Air escaped my body as I smacked against the ground below me. Looking up, I could see all three adults and the twins standing 15 [4.5m] feet above me. Darkness overtook me as I passed out.

When I opened my eyes, machines beeping, and shoes tapping on tile replaced the woods and gulley I had fallen into.

"Well, he won't be running around anytime soon. His leg broke in three spots, and then there is his right arm that has a compound fracture," a man in a white gown said, "Oh look, he's waking. Peter, do you know where you are?"

"A hospital" I croaked out

"Yes, very good," The doctor said while shining the light in my eyes.

"Peter!" My mother exclaimed, rushing over to me, squeezing me.

"Susan be gentle; he might be a little tender after a fall like that."

"Sorry, Doc, I was just so worried."

"He'll be fine, give him some time to heal. I need to check on some other patients. I'll be back shortly to start discharging him."

Looking down, I had a neon orange cast that extended the full length of my left leg, a purple cast on my arm going just past my elbow complemented it.

"Peter, you had us all worried, what were you doing that close to the edge!"

"All of us?"

"Alex and his family are in the waiting room. I'll go get them now that you are awake."

"No!" I said a bit panicked, "I don't want to see any of them."

"Peter, casts aren't that embarrassing."

"You can bring back the twins but not the others. Just get me out of here as soon as possible." I said, plopping my head back in the pillow.

As requested, both the twins appeared, "I'll send you the other three sometime," my mother said, excusing herself from the room.

"You two tell all three of them I don't want to see any of you again."

"But… you're our brother." Sam softly said.

"I don't know why you all think that."

"But…"

"Neither of you did anything to me. I'll always love you two; I don't know if I can love the others." As they were leaving the room, I heard some crying from them.

I heard the sound of footsteps coming closer only to see Alex come around the corner, "Squeaks, you can't get rid of us that easily. Words or falling off of a cliff won't work."

"You stay away from me," I hissed.

"What did I ever do to you?"

"You tried to kill me!" I said, raising my voice a bit.

"Be quiet, no need to be so loud, and no, you ran off the edge of the cliff," Alex said while flicking the tip of my nose.

"When you went into my head, you were going to kill me. You wouldn't listen to me at all. You wanted me to give up and be life support to Henry!"

"No, I didn't, I found traces but not enough to bring him back, and I freed you from the burden of the other memories."

"Henry truly did erase your actions, didn't he?"

"I don't know what you're talking about; I know Henry was there. He talked through you, but he can't do much more than that. He couldn't ever replace you, squeaks." He said while patting my thigh.

"You wanted him to, though; you broke every trust I placed in you."

"We are feeling a bit left out here," Calvin said, walking in with Walter, "Why don't you go further into detail what happened in there," he said while patting my head.

"What if my mom walks in?"

"She's got the twins running circles around her."

Giving my perspective of what happened, I watched their faces change. Alex broke down, crying.

"Squeaks, I'm so sorry, I… I don't know… Forgive me, please. I can't lose you and Henry."

"I don't know if I can fully trust you, but we can work on it."

Walter sat quietly, staring at me before leaving the room and coming back with a woman in tow.

"Betty, this is Peter. The one who holds Henry's remnants." As she walked in, I felt part of my heart jump, and tingles rush through my body.

"Mom, when did you get here?" Calvin sighed.

"I got here when your dad called saying he had some news. I wasn't expecting that kind of news."

"Well, Henry can't be saved; he's living in Peter, but he is corrupted."

"He's happy to see you," I sighed.

"And how do you know that young man?" Betty said gazing down at me.

"When you walked in, I felt him jumping around. He's there, but he's dormant, not much of his memories are there, it's all jumbled up."

Leaning down, she whispered into my ear, "Tell him I love him, and I can see him in you."

A tingling sensation built up and resided in my lips, and a little voice kept saying to kiss her on the cheek. Reaching up, I complied, knowing it was a request from Henry. "Thank you."

"So, hum. What do I call you?"

"What does Walter have you calling him?"

"Pops"

"Nana, then."

"Ok, Nana, could you tell Alex to stop crying? I already forgave him. I'm just mad."

"Alex enough." She said, immediately quieting him, "There you go, sweetie" with a pinch of my cheek, she walked over and sat next to Walter, quietly talking and looking at me.

The now quiet room was soon a distant past as the twins came rushing around the corner with my mom and the doctor not too far behind. "Alright, young man, let's get you out of here," the doctor said, clapping his hands together.

The drive home was quick, and it was nice to be home finally. However, trying to hobble without the crutches that I didn't want to use, only had me crashing to the ground as the day continued.

When it was bedtime, I looked up the stairs and back at my mother, "Peter, why don't you let Alex carry you up to bed? We don't want you to fall down the stairs and get hurt worse." She said, kissing my forehead.

Still upset with Alex, I shook my head no and made it up the first step before I lost my balance and fell back only to land in his arms.

"Well, that settles that," he said, squeezing my rear that my mother couldn't see.

Once in bed, both of them tucked me in before they left. From across the hallway, I could hear moans and the bed rattling as I tried to sleep. Eventually, I dozed off only to be shaken awake.

"Wake up, Peter," Alex whispered in my ear and then kissed my neck. No daylight was showing through the window.

"Let me sleep," I moaned.

"I just want to chat," he said, scooting me over before lying next to me, pulling me closer.

"Go away," I whined.

"We need to talk," he said while rubbing my body.

"I don't want anything to do with you…" I softly said, knowing it wasn't true. "At least I don't want to do anything tonight."

"I wasn't planning on it." He whispered

"Well, something poking my butt says otherwise."

"If you could see right now, I would be rolling my eyes. It's about you becoming a Parrish; you know you will have to leave your mom, right?"

"But I can't, I can't leave her!" I stammered, "I don't want to, and I said I am not joining you guys."

"You're going to have to," he said while reaching past the bands of my shorts.

"No, I won't, and you said you wouldn't do anything."

"I said I wouldn't do anything with this," he said, poking me in the butt again. "Peter, she will know something is wrong; you aren't going to get any older or taller." Squeezing my penis, he then started gently rubbing me slowly, "or grow anywhere else. But I think I like that last part."

"I don't want to," I squeaked as his pace quickened.

"Some things will always be out of your control, Squeaks," he said as I gasped and moaned as the tingles released through me. "I need you to trust me."

"How can I do that? You were going to kill me," rolling over, I started placing my head on his chest. "I don't want to do anything with you for a few months, Alex."

"Hmm, there's an issue or two there. If you can't trust me, trust Calvin or Pops."

"No, there isn't, I want to spend as much time with mommy as I can."

"Oh, you're so cute. School starts in 3 weeks, and since you can't attend, you will be schooled online. Second, I could have you any time I want, you're a little too immobile at the moment to fight me off, but casts are never fun to work around, so I guess I'll let you be." He said, kissing my forehead and stepping out of bed. "I better get back to your mom."

Grasping his hand, "Alex, how long do I have with her?"

"Maybe till the end of the year, but probably after Christmas, you might disappear."

"OK, no extra credit lessons until then," I said while giving a weak little smile.

"I get the point, but you …"

"Get the tip," I sighed, "I still hate you."

"Besides, you will be as tight as a virgin then, it would be like popping your cherry again, "he said, shutting the door only to crack it open again, "And I still love you." I winced, remembering the pain of that night.

In the morning, he popped his head into my room. "By the way, those broken bones will heal quicker because you're so special." Blowing me a kiss, he left.

***

Alex made some excuse to quit his job and move away, but I knew he was always watching me, making sure I never ran; I even saw Walter sometimes around. My birthday flew past, but I didn't seem to feel older, soon followed by Thanksgiving. Each day I wanted everything to slow down, as I knew the day I had to leave was getting closer. I cried each night she was at work knowing that I wouldn't be there soon and wished she were with me every single night. Clinging as much as I could to her only seemed to make it worse.

Two things happened as Christmas drew closer; it also happened to be only six days away. First off, my casts finally came off; I was so excited I could hardly stop moving throughout the day up until my mother left for the night shift, "Mom, please don't go; it's so close to Christmas?"

"I can't Peter, who would take care of all the other poor sick children."

"Another nurse."

"There is no one else to take care of them."

"It's not fair! I cried, "I don't want you to go."

As she kissed me on the cheek, "I will get to spend Christmas day with you, sweetie, but for now, jammies on and off to bed."

Frustrated, I stormed up the stairs. Shedding my clothes, I threw on my pajama bottoms before sliding under the blanket. Why can't she listen to me? I don't have much time left with her, I thought to myself while crying.

I heard footsteps coming up the stairs before my door creaked open, "Momma?" yet no response came.

The steps came closer and closer before I felt a hand trace from my foot to my thighs through the blanket as I was shaking underneath. The bed creaked as the silent figure lifted the sheet and slid in next to me. A roaming hand caressed my bare chest while the other slid under my body before finding its way inside of my pajamas.

Sucking in air, the silence was shattered, "mmm squeaks; you haven't changed at all."

I whimpered as I felt a hard squeeze on my balls, "Alex, no I…"

"No, squeaks, that's the wrong name for me," he said after kissing my neck. "You know what to call me."

"Daddy," I said as tears now flowed down

"Yes, daddy," he said, now lowering my pajama bottoms down to my knees, using his legs to kick them off the rest of the way.

"And who are you?"

"Daddy's boy," I whimpered as he squeezed my ass a few times.

"Daddy's what?" he said pinching the tip of my penis

"I'm daddy's good boy… I'm daddy's good boy." I cried out, trying to wiggle free.

"That's right," he said, rewarding my neck with another kiss. "I can't wait to have you forever."

"You said I have until after Christmas…"

"And you do, I am just here for an early Christmas present that only you could give me." He said while slipping the tip of his finger inside my butt. "Now, be a good boy and roll over for me."

"No, I won't."

"You used to be so obedient and willing, where is my little boy that was like that?"

"I'm still here," I whispered.

"No, you aren't," thrusting the finger all the way in and twisting back and forth, "you would have rolled over for me." He said, standing up, throwing the blanket off as I rolled back and forth in pain.

I was bawling my eyes out as he picked me up and carried me toward the door, "NO, you said I still have time!" I wailed out as I kicked and punched at him, "You can't take me!"

"You settle down," Alex said while pushing open my mother's room. "I'm just bringing you over to a bigger bed so we can have more room to play with that cute little bottom of yours," throwing me on the bed. I rubbed my eyes as he undressed.

Once finished, he sat with his back to me, "Squeaks, over my knee now." Hesitantly I started rolling back and forth. "I am not going to hurt you."

"You're going spank me!" I whined, still rolling around. "That hurts."

"No, I am not Peter, now get over here or I will."

"You're going to fuck me, aren't you?" I said, looking back.

"Not tonight."

There was a playful slap to my ass as I bent over him, "Meanie," I sighed as my cock poked his leg.

His hands retook the lost territory; his finger probed my ass for a bit before being pulled away only to have another larger object lined up to work into my anal passage, "I've got an old friend for you, Peter."

With pressure being applied to my back door, "What…" I gasped as the intruder forced its way.

Biting my lower lip, I let no yelp escape me as it moved in and out of my hole.

"Like a duck to water, you missed Mr. Plug, didn't you?"

I couldn't deny the truth letting out a loud moan as his hand started rubbing my cock. "Ah, there we go."

We sat like this for a few moments as he played with both sides of me. "Daddy," I whimpered as he stopped playing with me.

"Yes, squeaks?"

"Don't stop," I begged as I was just on the edge.

"I will get you off, only if you return the favor."

"Fine, whatever!" I squeaked out as his fingers rubbed the length of my little cock.

Shifting me to where I was sitting on his lap with my legs spread out, his mouth met mine, and his hand took grip of my cock rubbing back forth as his idle hand soon joined in the fray working the plug in and out of me. It was all too much for me to handle as the tingles erupted through me, each muscle in my body responded to the return of the sensations. My eyes rolled to the back of my head before I collapsed into his arms, breathing heavily.

I was growing tired as the clock read 2:26 am. I was pulled back from sleep by a pinch on the side of my right ass cheek. My eyes groggily opened to see Alex now looking down on me as I was laying in the middle of the bed with my knees bent up toward my head, He was rubbing his cock between my ass cheeks.

"You said you wouldn't," I softly spoke as I felt the tip line up with my hole. "But… if you want to … its… ok, daddy… I'll do whatever you want," I said closing my eyes in anticipation of pain as my asshole felt as dry a desert.

"I would love to darling, but I don't have any lube, and I said I wouldn't."

Opening one eye, I looked up toward him, "You left a bottle here," I whispered.

"Did I? Where is it?"

"In my nightstand drawer."

I wanted to shrink into the blankets; why did I have to say something. The clock now read 3:47 am as he returned into the room. Gulping, I pulled my knees up to my chest.

"That's a lovely sight, Peter, but I didn't find any bottle."

"What? It was in there earlier," I said a bit shocked.

"Oh well, legs down, I know another pretty little hole I can use"

My legs now were lain straight as he shuffled up to my body. My lips were soon coated in pre-cum as his hand came down and pinched my nose, forcing me to open my mouth. He gave me a minute to breathe before pushing the tip inside of my mouth, releasing my nose as he did so.

"Get used to this Peter for years to come. Give me a few licks, sweetie."

Swirling around the tip a few times as requested, I finally tried to speak, "Mmmm," trying to say 'years to come,' but my mouth was muffled.

"Don't speak with your mouth full," he said while inching more of his cock inside, thrusting back and forth.

I gagged a few times until one of them pushes had him sliding down my throat. Panic hit me as he stopped thrusting and moaned loudly before pulling back and repeating the same process a few times before cumming down my throat.

Released from his hold, I started coughing and rubbing the outside of my neck, "That hurt," I whimpered.

"I rather enjoyed that," he said, plopping down on the bed, breathing heavily.

"I didn't!"

"Well, I'm sorry now, keep yourself busy with Mr. Plug, make sure you wash him daily," he said while picking me up from the bed carrying me back to my room.

"You have two weeks, Peter," he said, kissing me on the head as he dressed and left.

The door reopened as he walked back over to the bed, kissing my forehead and pinching the back of my neck, "Forgot something."

Only two weeks? I thought as I drifted to sleep, ignoring the pinch.

***

"Peter, get up! I'm home," my mother shouted up the stairs. Groggily getting out of bed, I noticed that the drawer on my nightstand was still open. Looking inside, I lifted the bottle of lube; he didn't want to use it? It was there the entire time in the open.

"Breakfast is ready, come on!" she shouted. Joining her at the table, we ate and chatted a bit before she walked over and kissed me on the cheek. "What is this?" she said while touching the back of my neck.

"I dunno," I shrugged her hand away as the area was a bit sensitive.

"It looks like a bug bite, you keep an eye on it, ok?"

"Yes, mom."

"I'm gonna go get a bit of sleep; then we can spend some time together." She said while walking toward the stairs.

"Ok," I coughed a bit as I remember what happened in her bed last night. I can't leave in two weeks! I had to come up with a plan, and I did. Over the next week and a half, even with Christmas gone and the New Year starting, I wrote down everything that happened to me with Alex.

After my mom left for work, I gathered everything I needed. Starting in my room, placing the stack of papers on my bed, I packed blankets, clothes, a teddy bear my mom had gotten me. In the kitchen, I snagged some spare money, candy bars, and a few miscellaneous items before I set off in the darkness of the woods. I only had a flashlight to light the way through the snow and wind.

The wind chill made moving through the snow a lot worse. Step after step, I continued until I found a small little haven in the side of a cliff protected from the flurry of snow flying around. At least my footprints will be covered up. I lit and huddled next to the small fire and started to open a candy bar only to be startled by the snap of a branch nearby.

It has to be the snow; nothing is out here, I whispered to myself. I was so stupid for wandering outside, the blankets hardly helped, and the fire was dying, as I had no more dry wood. Giving up, I was fading in and out of darkness until I saw a masked figure sitting across from me through a much larger fire. Jumping up, I pulled a knife from the nearby dirt and pointed it at him.

"Squeaks, what are you doing out here?" he said, pulling off the ski mask.

"Go away!" I screamed, "I'm not going!"

"You still had three more days, but you ran, so I guess that means you're ready to come home."

"NO! I was home!"

"No, you are going to come home."

"No, I am not! I wrote down everything you ever did to me, Alex! Mommy probably found it by now and is taking it to the police!"

"You mean this?" he said, lifting my stack of papers before throwing it onto the fire. "Fuel for the fire."

"NO," I screamed, dropping the knife, trying to catch the papers before the flames got them.

"Daddy is disappointed that you would try to run away," Alex said as we watched the paper burn.

He started walking over and picking me up from the ground before sitting next to the cliff with me between his legs and his arms wrapped around me.

"Even more that you would try and get me in trouble."

"Why can't you let me go? You tried to kill me," I whimpered as he rocked side to side

"Because being a Parrish is where you belong, you're a very special boy, and I never tried actually to kill you."

"I don't want to be special."

"And I don't want my hands to be cold, but I had to follow somebody into a storm," he said. "What will it take for you to stop holding on to her?" I grimaced.

"Nothing will." I cried out as he stood us up.

Spinning me around, he crouched down, looking into my eyes. "I have waited over 2400 years to hold you forever, Peter or Henry I will not lose either of you again."

"If you can live so long! What are another 50 years? Why can't I live that with her?"

"That's a lifetime Peter, that is something I can't live without you," he said while withdrawing his hand and placing a cloth over my nose. "Sleep well, little one."

***

My muscles grew weak, and my eyesight faded into darkness. Warmth overtook me as I awoke no longer in the snow-covered wilderness. The room was spinning as I woke up, glancing toward a window. Daylight rippled in through gaps in the curtains. My senses finally stabilized as I concluded I was in a hotel room.

The shower was running, and I could hear Alex singing. I was still mostly dressed; only my socks, jacket and shoes were missing. Quickly and quietly, I retrieved all three pulling them on before the click of the door had me running down a flight of stairs and into the snow-covered parking lot. I didn't know what town I was in, but I kept running block after block with a few people yelling at me to slow down, or I would get hurt.

"Dammit! Dammit! Dammit," I screamed out as I reached the edge of town. I no longer had my blankets or food, but I kept walking along the road. I was still tired from the previous night's journey and grew even more tired as I finally reached the top of the hill.

I stopped in shock as Alex stood next to a parked car. Tapping his foot, he glanced at his watch before looking at me, "Really? You ran again?"

Stepping backward, I was baffled, "You… you were in the shower. I didn't see any car drive by me."

"Did you actually see me in the shower?" Alex was playfully stepping in each footprint I made as I continued backward until I slipped landing on my back.

"Great, now you are going to get the car wet."

Standing over me as he looked down, he dropped a familiar cloth onto my face, "Breathe deep, Peter."

Both of my arms were pinned by his feet as I started to move them to take the damp cloth off my face. Holding my breath as long as possible didn't get me very far as my body screamed for oxygen, one way or another, I was going to pass out.

Again, the darkness came, and he took me into a new hotel room. As I awoke, I was being spooned by Alex. I started to cry as I felt his morning wood poking me in the butt.

"What is wrong, my little prince?" he said while kissing my neck.

"I give up! I give up I can't get away from you."

"I want you to be happy, Peter. I'm trying to save you from all the pain I felt all those years ago." He said, sitting up in bed and pulling me between his legs, leaning us against the headboard.

It was then I realized we were both naked on the bed as his hand slid across my stomach. "How can you keep finding me?"

"Love Peter, love," he said, stroking my cock; his other hand brought out a bottle of lube and handed it to me. "Do you love me?"

"Yes," I replied, looking up at him as I squeezed out a glob onto my fingers.

"Then, why run?" He gave me a slight nod and took my hand down to my soon to be stretched hole.

"Show me how much you love me." As I pushed two of my fingers, giving a sigh that turned into a gasp as one of his fingers joined the fray.

He drove the pace of depth we took together; my eyes never wandered off his face until he withdrew our fingers, lifted us until I sat with his cock sticking out from underneath me.

"Because I'm trying to run from what you said, that I will lose her no matter what I do."

"Sometimes, it's easier to rip a Band-Aid off rather than let it become disgusting and do more damage than good, squeaks."

I started softly crying as he was telling me the truth as if it had been him. "I'm sorry, daddy. You… you always know."

With a little laugh, he patted my head with his free hand, "I have been through a lot. Just remember, 4892 years vs. 10." It was the first time I knew how old Alex and his family were.

"Ok." I sighed, lifting my butt a bit.

"Do you want me to go in like that? Why don't you rub a bit on me?" He said while rocking himself back forth between my ass cheeks.

The tube was back in my hand, squeezing out the slippery substance. My hands eventually worked their way around his length. He spun me around and brought me face to face kissing me as the tip of his cock became aggressive and applied pressure to my slick hole.

As the tip slipped past the barrier, the pain was not as I had expected; instead, Alex was gentle with me. Breaking the kiss, I leaned my head on his shoulder as he sank me deeper onto his anchor. As my bottom touched his lap, he held me there, rubbing my back and nibbling onto my neck, cupping both of my bubbles with his hands, lifting me a little before setting me down again.

"Am I to do all the work?" he said, patting my butt. "You are just as tight as when you were a virgin."

Leaning back a little, I looked up to his face before lowering my eyes back down.

"No, daddy," I moaned as the pain was lessening and the tingles built up.

Sitting up straight, I started pushing my hips forward and backward while simultaneously rising slowly before dropping back down quickly. Each movement had grunts coming from both of us. I was finally enjoying the entirety of Alex fucking my ass.

"Oh, daddy," I wailed out as my tingles finally released after 10 minutes of my repeated motions.

My squeaks bounced off the walls with my button being massaged by the entire length of Alex, the full 8 [20cm] inches.

"Enjoying this? I thought you would." He said, patting my thighs as I slumped back on him. "You're not done yet," he said pushing me back up. "That little vise hasn't done all of its magic."

Biting my lower lip, I was nervous but finally decided to stand up for myself, "Fuck me yourself, I got what I wanted." I said, leaning back against him, closing my eyes.

However, boy, that was a mistake on my part as there was loud and hard slap against my ass that got me moving again.

"We both have to enjoy this, remember?"

"I did, you are, and I'm just tired." I sighed as I started bucking up and down again.

A funny thought ran across my brain, and I blurted it out, giggling, "You're a fun horsey to ride," my motions were slowing down.

Frustrated at my response, he pushed me off my ride and onto the bed, "On your tummy if you so tired!" Laying as requested, he pulled my ass apart and begun to tear into me with a single thrust.

"Ooo, daddy, don't be so rough," I said with a little wince across my face.

"Don't you remember that I like it rough?" he whispered into my ear as he set to work like a piston pounding me into the bed.

His hands took turns slapping the side of my ass like a jockey to a racehorse. "You're a tight little horsey, Ayah!" he said, mimicking a cowboy. Letting him have what he wanted, I did not protest his slaps. "YEEHAW," he shouted while exploding inside of me. "That's almost worth the months of waiting you made me do."

"Ugh," I moaned as his popped out I could feel a bit of heat radiating followed by a trickle of fluid coming out.

"I missed the sight of that," he said, patting my butt before parting my ass cheeks again.

"You can't possibly want to do it again!" I whimpered.

"Nope, but I certainly want to keep all of that yummy cummy in your little bummy," he said while inserting the butt plug.

"What's with the baby talk?"

"Soon you will understand Sweetums," rolling my eyes. I laid my head down, closing my eyes before a few words had my head back up. "Do you want some food?"

"Yes!" I screeched, jumping out of bed, dressing quickly only to notice Alex just sat and watched me. "What? Aren't we getting food?"

"We are, but I just need one more, well, maybe two things from you."

"What! I am starving; I haven't had food in like three days!"

"First, I need a promise and a seal with it."

"What's the promise?"

"I need you to swear to me that you will never, ever in the rest of eternity, run away from daddy," he said, as he tugged me to stand at the edge of the bed.

"Ok, I swear that I will never, ever in the rest of eternity, run away from my daddy," I giggled as I leaned forward, kissing him on the lips. His tongue parted my passive lips while his hand held the back of my head as if I were not to seal the promise.

"Good boy," he said, patting my head as I stepped back.

"Ok, ok! Let's hurry this up! What's next?" I said, bouncing off each foot.

"Well, I've never had anyone do this before…" he said, giving me a long pause. "I need you to clean me up."

"What? Clean you up? Like shower you? We have done that before you liar."

"Not like that, I want a tongue and mouth bath from you, down there," he said, pointing at his crotch.

"EW, no!"

"Guess someone will stay here and be hungry, and ill tie you to the bed to make sure you won't try and scamper off again.

"You wouldn't dare!"

"Peter, I spanked you for a fake vase just because I wanted to. You think I won't?"

Whimpering, I kneeled before him, pouting, as I knew he would leave me tied to a bed while he ate all the food. His cock now flaccid still had 4 [10cm] or so inches in length and was all slick. Closing my eyes, I pushed it into my mouth moving my head up and down a few times before quickly spitting it back out and rushing to the sink spitting out what I could.

"Haven't lost your appetite, have you?" Alex shouted from the room.

I flicked off the light in the bathroom. I didn't make eye contact with him. I stopped as I saw his feet and wrapped my arms around his waist.

"That was gross, daddy. I don't want to do that again. Please don't make me."

"Ok, I didn't like it either. I felt bad as I watched you do it, but I had to make sure you were still my boy." He said while walking us to the door.

Chapter 7
Triplets

Dinner was quiet but good, and once back in the hotel room, Alex had his dessert of one plump little Peter Parrish bum. His tongue feasted on my rosebud, and his ears enjoyed my squeals in delight until he stopped.

I couldn't stop giggling after he finished his slurps.

"What's so funny little one?"

"You are eating your cum out of my… my butt!" I started laughing a bit louder before he pinned my legs to my head and was humping me quickly.

"Guess I'll have to refill you then."

Tingles erupted through me; my back arched a little, and my body spasmed around him.

"One delivery for Mr. Parrish's boy's bum cumming right up!" he said, smiling at me as I could feel him squirting 5 or 6 jets of sperm into me.

"Time to plug that bad boy's butt for later!" as his cock slid out and the butt plug slid in. "Sleep well little one," he said, kissing my forehead as we both drifted off in each other's arms.

Several times throughout the night, Alex waked me as he had the breeding capabilities of a rabbit it seemed. In and out, the plug went, but it was always the third thing to go, his cock, his sperm then my butt plug throughout the night.

"Stop it, daddy," I whimpered in the morning as I woke up.

"I missed you squeaks," a new voice startled me awake.

"Pops!" I shouted as my button was pushed and I was soon filled with his sperm.

"Peter, I missed you," he said, holding his deflating cock in me.

"And I missed you!" I said, nuzzling against his shoulder as I turned to him.

"Oh, Peter, aren't you forgetting about your favorite uncle and your brothers?" Calvin said, poking me in the butt as the twins giggled at the sight of all the cum and lube that flowed out of me.

"Twins, stop laughing," I said while wiggling my butt, "Daddy and Pops just wanted me to show off how much love they can give me."

"Yeah, but your butt can't love our daddy!" Sam pipped in.

"That's not true. I've slept with him!"

"Yeah, only slept, not fucked!" Evan giggled out.

"Boys, play nice," Alex said, walking out from the bathroom still wet from his shower. "Today's a very special day for Peter."

"Huh?" I asked a bit confused while batting Pops' hand from pinching my nipple. "What's so special about today?"

"You will have to be patient and find out," Calvin said while turning on the TV to the news.

There next to the news anchor head was a picture of me with the word missing, in big, bold red letters below. I had never thought that I would ever be on TV. I started to get a little sad as I now thought of what must be going through my mom's head right now. The thoughts worsened as a video of her started.

"Please, if anyone out there knows where Peter is, please bring him back to me. He's all I have left," she said, slumping down in an uncontrollable fit of tears.

I stood mouth open, gaping, and started to cry. I tucked myself into Pops' chest and didn't stop crying, "You have to take me back."

"Peter, you already promised me you wouldn't run away again," Alex said as he walked back in the room.

"I didn't say I was going to run away!" I shouted, "I said, take me back to her!"

"Peter, we can't do that," Walter said, rubbing my back. "The boy she's looking for isn't there anymore."

"I'm not asking you! I'm telling you!" I begged as I started to kick and scream. "I'm right here!"

As my arms flailed and legs kicked, I unintentionally landed a hit to the side of Walters's head. "Stop acting like a child!" Walter said, halting my movements, wrapping me in his body.

"I am I child," I cried out.

"You are right, Peter Henry Parrish," Alex said, now sitting with his head look at me.

"That is not my name!" I whimpered out as being squeezed by Walter became a bit harder.

"The boy they are looking for is Peter Wendell Helester." He said, patting my head. "Well, in the eyes of the world, you look, talk, and act like Peter Wendell Helester. Come tomorrow; you will be Peter Henry Parrish and look and act like him, but different. You won't be talking for a while."

"Will you please calm down, Peter?" Walter said while tightening his grip even more.

Relaxing, I started sobbing as I didn't know what to do. "I'm sorry, I know you said it will be easier for me to leave now, but she's got nothing left in the world if I'm gone."

"Her heart will break, but will heal in time, Peter," Sam piped in.

"What do you know? You're just a stupid little kid like me." I spat. Sam started to cry as the words registered in his brain.

"Why did you say that? He was trying to help you!" Evan shouted at me while trying to console his crying brother, walking him to the couch.

My heart was heavy as I knew I had hurt his feelings, but my anger kept driving me.

"Don't yo –" I was interrupted; as Alex put his hand over my mouth.

"Dad… don't suppose you would want to do it earlier?"

"I mean, we could, but are you forgetting a promise?" Walter said, patting my butt and pointing at Calvin, which gave Calvin a sly smile as I knew he was still after my ass.

As I moved my head, trying to bite his hand, earning a slap to my thigh. "Don't bite the hand that feeds you."

As his hand moved down a bit, I was able to get a good chomp on his it. Letting out a deep sigh, Alex raised his free hand but did not strike me but picked me up, shaking his head at me before throwing me on the bed next to Calvin.

Looking at each adult and then the door, I gave up possibly my last chance of returning home as I turned on my side, looking at the wall, l and started softly crying. A hand ran up and down my spine before caressing my ass and pushing two fingers into my somewhat active hole. I slapped his hand away before shifting under a blanket. Teary-eyed, I look down at the twins who both were looking at me, and I mouth, "I'm sorry" as I tuck my head under the blanket.

"Sam, Evan, would you two please do your little locking trick with Peter? I want to talk with Uncle Alex and your dad for a bit," Walter said while dressing.

"We will be right back. We need to buy something really quick," Calvin said while prompting the twins to slide under the bed, locking me into place.

Somehow, their intertwined limbs locked where I could hardly move a muscle. As the two boys settled in, Sam was face to face with me staring at him. I knew he was just trying to help me, and I still felt so bad for snapping at him earlier. Crying again, I felt some nudging as Evan pushed Sam a bit until he leaned in, placing his lips against mine but didn't go any further than a light kiss.

"It's ok, Peter, everything will get better," Sam said, placing his forehead against mine.

The silence was the only response. I wanted to knock on the bedpost and sleep, but I couldn't accomplish either. All three of us relaxed in the conjoined warmth; the twins drifted off into a nap relaxing their grip just enough for me to move my arm out. As I started to reach for the headboard, I heard the door open and shut, causing all of my movements to cease.

"Dad, I don't know what's going on with him. One minute he's throwing himself at me, the next he's 3 miles away falling down a hill trying to get away from me." Alex sighed, sitting next to the 3 of us, pushing his hand through my hair. "I love him, and I can't believe what I did, I just let some freak accident take him from us."

"So, is that why you locked his age at the cabin?" Calvin now spoke up.

"Yes, you saw him throw himself off a cliff; if we hadn't, he would probably have been dead, and we wouldn't know that Henry is ok." His hand paused ever so often over my forehead. "Without the benefits of that lock, I don't know if I could have taken a loss, what if his memories had become scrambled like Henry's?"

"You were smart to place a chip on him, and he's much older than when Henry was lost, and we know the bloodline he's part of now, so we just have to track down Susan's family if we ever lose him."

"Sometimes, I don't know if it was the right thing to do. He fights so hard to get away, but gives up so easily, only to try again." He said, rubbing the back of my neck.

"Alex, he's not a dog that you can just put up for adoption. It's hard to teach one as young as him, but you also have to remember that his mother has been there all ten years. You have been in and out for nine months, and he's already with you."

"If we go through with tonight, that bond will switch from Susan to you. It just takes a bit of time, and he won't remember much of the bond they shared." Walter spoke up.

"It worked after Sam got lost; he swung back around into my arms."

"I'm just glad to have all three boys back, even though they are a little split up."

"They offered to go through it with him, Alex, and they don't like to take that long of a nap. Though, I wouldn't mind an appearance change." Calvin said, laughing a bit. "These days, even though they have all this dye and makeup, it just doesn't feel natural."

"Well, let them decide if they want to, I'm sure Peter would appreciate some friends his age and not have to grow up as isolated."

"Well, do it," both Sam and Evan said in unison.

"Little eavesdroppers, are yah?" Walter said laughingly.

"I'm just glad my little prince doesn't know what's going to happen; I can't stand to be so mean to him anymore, "Alex softly said while rubbing my back, pausing only to kiss my forehead. "It is breaking my heart when he acts out, but I just want to do what's best, even if it might hurt now or later for either of us."

"It hurts for him now and maybe later, but he will come around to you."

There was a pause in the conversation before Alex started laughing a bit. "What's so funny?" Walter asked, confused.

"Tomorrow's the twin's birthday."

"Ah, that is true. Guess they would all be triplets again."

As Calvin said it, the twins wiggled like crazy, only stopping to get out of the bed. Good a time as any, I just happened to wake up.

Blinking as I looked upwards, I was greeted with a smile from Alex as his hand was still brushing through my hair. "Sleep well?"

"Yes," I softly spoke, as Alex gave my cheek a wet kiss.

"I don't know about the rest of you, but I haven't had breakfast, so let's go eat," Alex exclaimed while standing up.

Though everyone else moved to dress, I still lay only covered by a blanket until it was tugged off me.

"Come on, aren't you hungry?" I started shaking my head up and down as Alex continued to look down on me. "Get up and dressed then."

"I…I didn't think you wanted me to go." I whispered as I tried to pull the blanket back up.

My attempts were a bit successful only to have them undone as the blanket was pulled off and tossed onto the floor, "And why wouldn't I let you go?"

"I bit you, you… you said 'don't bite the hand that feeds you,' and I still did it." I was cowering in fear, as Alex laid down face to face with me. "I'm sorry, please let me go. I'm starving."

Giving a small chuckle, "Peter, I would never starve you as a punishment, this, however," Alex said while reaching around, grabbing my ass, "These lovely bubbles may take a swat or 15, but food will never be off-limits."

Joy rippled through me, as my rumbling tummy would soon be filled. "I don't have anything to wear, my clothes are all wet still," I pouted, thinking I wouldn't be able to go out now.

"Oh, that's quite alright," Walter said, while ruffling in a bag, tossing some clothes to Alex.

"Close your eyes and arms up, Squeaks," Alex said, lifting my shirt. Alex patted my thigh, picking up my legs and "Bottom-up, and up we go!" picking me up from the bed, standing me next to Sam and Evan.

Each one of us dressed in black cargo shorts that reached halfway down our thighs; the shorts were paired with black and white striped polos, even black shoes and socks were added to the attire.

I started tugging on Alex's sleeve until I got his full attention again, "What? Do you need to go to the bathroom?"

"No"

"Then what do you need?" he sounded a little irritated, he must get angry when he's hungry.

"My photo was on the TV; they will spot me out quickly, I don't exactly blend in easily," I said while tucking my head on the side of his chest and hugging him. "I don't want to lose you."

"You could never lose us, and we thought of that too, baby boy," Walter said while placing a hat on my head and sunglasses to cover my eyes and hair fully to where you couldn't see any defining feature.

Reaching around, Walter gave my butt a quick squeeze and a pat and spoke again, "Alright, let's go."

Ushered into the car, there was not enough room for all of us to sit comfortably, and I sat in Calvin's lap. He rubbed up and down my thighs until we got out and into dinner. After we were seated, each adult had one a boy in his lap. As the server came over smiling, she took each of our orders before stopping and looking at me.

"Oh, honey, you don't need to wear sunglasses in here."

A bit nervous at the remark she gave, I started to blabber a bit, "I uh… uh…" only to be saved by Alex.

"He's got a black eye, he's a bit shy about it, aren't you Henry?"

"I uh… uh… yeah…" I said before putting my head down as Alex placed our order.

Still smiling as she left, I was looking down before gripping Alex's hand, "I'm not Henry!"

"I know you aren't, but we can't be using your name right now. Ok, Henry?"

"Yes, dad," I replied, letting go of his hand.

The entire time the waitress kept staring in our direction. Looking up, I gave her a slight smile and got one in return. I shuddered, as her eyes seemed to pass through the sunglasses. When she brought our food back, her long red painted nails and hands kept bumping me as she placed our food down, her feet always made loud tapping noises as she came and went.

The burgers and milkshakes were amazing enough that I even devoured more than my quarter pounder and part of Alex's.

"Slow down there, Henry," Calvin said laughing, "Gotta save some room for later."

Giggling erupted from the table as I spoke again, "From what I've heard, I don't need much."

Acting hurt from my remark Calvin just stared back at me before I excused myself to the bathroom to pee. Once in the urinal relieving myself, I heard the door open and shut and the loud clacking of heels on the tiles. I jumped in fear as the red painted nails reached around me, running over my arms as I was shaking.

"Don't be scared sugar, I just want to have a little fun with you," she said as her hands crept down into the front of my shorts.

"Stop… stop it," I begged as she was gripping my balls in one hand while her other slid down my shorts and on my butt. When her finger made contact with my asshole, I jumped, as she ran her finger over it.

"Oh, you have been a naughty little boy, haven't you? That's ok; I like naughty boys."

She withdrew both hands, spinning me around and grabbing my hand.

"Stop it please, I don't like this," I said starting to push her away.

A harsh slap came across my face, "Behave, will you? It's just a little fun, besides it seems you already do things like this." She said, placing one of her hands on my ass. "Feeling how wet you are back there, tells me."

"I do not, I do not," I whimpered, as she took my hand in hers as tears were flowing down my cheeks and she strengthened her grip on my hand.

"Why don't you have a nice feel of what I've got for you," she said while lifting her skirt, pulling my hand toward her crotch.

Instantly my body took over, and I slammed my head to her chest and kicked her in the shin. She fell to the ground, gasping for air. I rushed for the door as it opened and leaped into Calvin's arms, crying, as I saw him walk in.

"Peter, what's wrong?" he asked before seeing the woman getting up from the floor.

"She touched me… she touched me!" I wailed into his shoulder. "She touch… touched me."

Setting me outside the door, Calvin fixed my shirt and shorts, before grabbing the manager and screaming at both of them. In the entirety of the chaos, Alex snatched me, swapping my hat and glasses off to Evan.

"Peter, breathe… just breathe, I need you to tell Evan and me what happened. We have to get you out of here."

The world seemed to keep spinning as I was giving a summary of the events to Evan. Alex took Sam and me out to the car as the cops came and arrested the Woman and Manager, who was in on the plan to single one of us out by distracting the others. Since there was no more than touching, no medical examination needed. Evan did an excellent job acting as the victim. With the sun setting, most of the cops had returned to their shift or gone home except a few staying around questioning other employees and customers.

Sam and I still sat in the back seat. Every so often, Walter or Alex would make sure we were still ok. I kept screaming in my head why didn't I shout or yell. If Calvin hadn't come in, what would have I done? After I kicked and hit her, I panicked and froze. It was only the door moving and seeing Calvin there that I knew to run. GOD DAMMIT I thought, as I was crying, trying to bury myself into the seats of the car.

The anger inside of me quieted, as there was a soft tapping on the window that I had my head tucked into, "It's a cop," Sam whispered while poking me in the side. Lifting my head off the door, I looked up briefly as the door opened.

"You ok kid? They didn't get to you as well, did they?" the officer said.

Looking down, I noticed there were spots of dry blood covering my shoes. Thankfully, the black color hid the evidence, but I hadn't had a clue on how they got there.

"No," I choked out.

"Good, are you sure you're ok? Do you need any water or anything?"

"I'm fine… I feel so stupid for letting it happen. I should have gone with him," I said, burying my head into Sam's lap, not wanting the officer to see my face.

"What they did to your brother had nothing to do with you; he's going to be ok." The officer said, patting my back.

"Can we please go now?" I begged, "I just want to go."

"Yeah, your dad and brother should be done now."

***

The car was silent as everyone was ushered in; the police even escorted us to the hotel asking one more time if we were all ok before leaving us for the night. Quietly we slipped into the room, and this was as far as I could go holding everything back. The floodgates of tears opened, and I rushed past Alex and into Calvin's arms.

"I don't know what I would have done if you hadn't walked in; I was so scared," I whimpered into his shoulder as I tackled him onto the bed.

"Hush little one, you were getting yourself out of there, I just happened to walk in."

"No, I froze; I didn't know what to do."

"Peter, you were kicking her all over when I walked in what are you talking about?"

"No, I wasn't. I knocked her down, and I only remember you carrying me out of the bathroom."

Calvin opened and closed his mouth a few times before looking back and forth between Walter and Alex with a worried look on his face.

"You don't remember anything?" shaking my head no, "I wonder, I think you need to have a little chat with someone."

Taking my hand, Calvin tapped three times against the headboard and pinched the side of my neck, and everything went black.

Opening my eyes, I felt the rush of wind and grass slapping against my sides as I stood in an open field.

"Peter! Oh my God, you're ok, you're ok!" Fredrick rushed over to me, wrapping me in a hug dragging both of us to the ground.

"What happened? I don't remember a thing after she fell over. What did you do?" I said, gasping for air as even falling in a dream hurt.

"Huh? I don't know what you're talking about, you knocked her down and went ballistic on her, don't you remember?"

"He wouldn't remember that, Freddy," Henry said, now standing over both of us.

His sudden appearance scared me a bit, as we rose up from the dirt; "Henry, you, you're in Fredrick's memories?" I said, a bit stunned by his now glowing appearance.

"No, he's in one of mine, we have been working together, we'll all three of us have been working through a lot."

"What do you mean? All three of us? I haven't talked to either of you for a few months."

"And that was very rude of you," Fredrick said, laughing as he punched me in the shoulder.

"Sorry, but what happened in the bathroom? What did I do?"

"You did nothing, I screamed at you to get out, and you did start by knocking her over, but you froze as she grabbed your ankle," Henry said, walking around me in a circle.

"Calvin said I was kicking her; I don't remember that."

"Well, if you let me finish, I was about to say that I took over and made sure she was not going to get back up without some help."

Shocked by Henry's response, I opened and closed my mouth for a few moments before he started to speak again. "Silly boy, I may be only in your head, but I can take over in dire situations like today."

"But… but you said you were too weak to do anything else but survive."

Wrapping his arm around Fredrick and me, he started having us walk toward a tall oak tree. "And I was, until Fredrick here conjoined some of our memories together, somehow that unscrambled a bit of my own. You probably felt it yourself, a headache here or there. That's what we have been working on lately."

"Thank you," I whispered, before planting a kiss on Henry's cheek. "Does that mean you are going to try and take over me?"

"Of course… not," as he paused. I was starting to get frightened only to relax before I saw him laughing as the last word slipped out, "I've had my life, and I could never take away another life."

"Is… When's Alex's birthday?"

"How is that relevant?"

"Read my mind."

"Oh… oh… I think I can do that. Just be ready for next week; you might get a lot of more headaches," Henry said, grinning.

"You two are something else," Fredrick said, rolling his eyes, before proposing a new idea to use. "If Henry can take over, does that mean I can as well?"

"I think so, but we would need to work on it."

"Then it's set," I said giggling, now I had a plan in motion.

"Peter, you better be extra lovey dovely to Calvin, if he hadn't snapped the trance, I could have killed her. Off you go."

Shooting out of bed, I was met with surprised looks by everyone at the sudden movement.

"Nice nap?" Sam giggled out.

Ignoring Sam's comment, I started to speak. "Henry…saved me."

"Interesting… how did he do that?"

"He was screaming at me to do things, and I guess I just did them," I lied, not wanting to know the truth of his growing capabilities. "He said it must have been too much and I just blacked it out."

"Well, I hope you thanked him a lot," Walter said while smiling, knowing his grandkid had saved another.

Snuggling back up to Calvin, I was still a bit shaken, but knew I had to do something to please my hero. Starting with a kiss that lasted for a few minutes, I laid myself over his lap, looked up and patted my butt, and spoke, "All yours, have me all you want."

There was a slight smile as his hand came and smacked my butt, "We gotta work on your seducing skill, squeaks," he said laughingly, as I wiggled my crotch back and forth over his cock that I could feel growing with each movement.

I was oblivious to the others in the room as his hand snaked into my shorts, only stopping when a loud coughing noise was heard.

"Maybe you two should get your own room?" Alex said, laughing at my attempts to please. He pulled out another room key card handing it to Calvin, "I thought ahead and booked a presidential sweet after today."

"Ooo lah lah, squeaks is going to get a long run tonight," giggled Evan.

As I open my mouth to protest, no words were said as Calvin placed his hand over my mouth, saying "Hush" as he shifted us toward the edge of the bed to where he could stand and pick me up.

As I still I lay on his lap, tucking me under his arm, I allowed him to carry me like this, as we went to the room to be alone, getting the occasional playful slap on the butt with a hard squeeze following. No other guests seemed to be around on our journey up and into the elevator, all the way to the top. I returned the favor by grabbing and rubbing around his crotch, giggling the entire time. Opening the door took some time, as Calvin fumbled with the card a lot.

"What? Do I have you that excited that you can't open a door?" I giggled, only to get a harder smack on the butt that made me jump from his arm, as we finally made it through the door.

***

Entering the room Calvin sat on the edge of the king-sized bed, with on his elbows on his knees, he stared at me as I intertwined my legs while twisting back and forth with the tip of my left index finger at my lips.

"You're finally mine again," he said with his eyes tracing all over my body.

"Again?" I said giggling, "I'm a virgin to you."

Pulling me into his lap, "Oh no, you are not," He said, caressing my body. "Every crevice and bump on your body, I remember I've feasted on you more times than I can remember."

"Huh?"

"Silly child, you have the same body as Henry, the third triplet of our bunch, the ones whom I brought to this world."

"Ok, but Alex is my daddy."

"Yes, we do have that agreement, but I will always know you are truly one of my sons."

"Ok, as long as I get to live with Alex, I still will love you," I said while emphasizing Alex's name.

"And as long as I get you tonight, I'm ok with that."

"One and done?" I said giggling, "I'm fine with that"

Picking me up as if I weighed nothing to him, Calvin smelled all over my body planting kisses through the clothing and onto the skin. Spinning me, he put his head near my butt, inhaling a deep breath before shoving me away.

"Stinky boy's need to be cleaned," He said while picking me up and carrying me to the bathroom.

The size of the tub seemed like a small hot tub to me. As I soaked in the jet-filled bubbles, loud moans erupted as the water pushed against my muscles. Calvin sat at the side of the tub, scrubbing each part of my body. Every touch he made brought me to total relaxation. I closed my eyes.

Calvin got undressed and picked me up, before joining me in the bath, tenderly setting me on his lap as his hands continued to roam and fondle every part of my body. His fingers also worked their magic into me. He pushed a finger into my rosebud, gently leaving it there as he kissed my neck and cheeks while rubbing my little cock slowly. I was making music to the air that only Calvin could enjoy as I ground myself into his lap as my tingles erupted through my body.

My entire body's muscles structure became tense with the sudden burst causing me to arch my body gave way to me falling face forward into the warm water. Quickly bringing myself back out of the water, I took my spot back against his chest as I regained my stature. Standing up, I turned around to where I looked down toward his face. As the air touched my body, I became cold as the warmth of the water dripped off me.

I lowered myself back down into the water and rested on my shins that were now separated by his legs. His lips and mine met, and as mine parted, his tongue touched each tooth and battled my tongue. As the invasion was complete, he withdrew, looking at me briefly.

Taking my mouth for the second time, while pushing my thighs down, I felt the tip of his dick line up and start his move into me. Shifting on his chest, as the sudden penetration surprised me, but without his arms holding me, I slipped backward, impaling myself fully on him accidentally.

As the pain erupted through me, I opened my mouth to cry out in agony, only to have it muffled by his hand, "Shh baby boy, that must have hurt." He said while stroking the side of my face. "Shh, shh shh," he said, now removing his hand from my mouth to start rubbing my back as tears were coming down my cheeks. Sniffling, I leaned against his chest as my pain subdued.

Leaning back while I was looking upward, I whispered while running my finger over his stomach, still whimpering. I wasn't ready for that full of a feeling as I placed my forehead to his chest.

"I'm sorry I ruined our first time. Please forgive me; I know you have been looking forward to it." Still lodged fully on him despite the pain, I started rising up and down and moving back and forth.

"Peter, you're wonderful," Calvin said as he lifted my head for a kiss before speaking again. "You didn't do anything wrong. You slipped, it's ok."

"But… I…. needed to say thank you for saving me earlier, and I wanted to make the entire night special for you."

"And you have and will continue to do so, but I don't like to get wrinkly, it makes me feel old," he said, standing us out of the water. Leaving me fully impaled, he stepped out of the bath, resting me on the counter as he dried the both of us.

He finally pulled out of me as he lowered me onto the floor. Taking my hand, he led us to the bed. He sat against the headboard, patting between his legs and motioned to me. I crawled up the bed, staring upward as I pushed his cock out of my view; I grinned as our eyes met.

His eyes just kept looking down at me, "Daddy, what are we doing now? I'm here to please you; nothing is off-limits."

"So, if the rumors are true and I spank you while I'm enjoying you, you're saying you won't protest?"

"Err… no."

"If I spank you just to spank you, as well?"

Biting my lip, I looked up, "I have been naughty lately, I ran away twice, kicked and punched Pops, yelled at Sammy, bit my other daddy, lied to an officer, and do I need to go on?" Shaking his head no, I started smiling again, just staring at him.

"Well, I think someone needs a spanking then," he said. Patting his lap, I shook my head back and forth, "You said anything."

"I don't wanna be over a lap," I said while sticking out my tongue.

Shifting around the bed, I laid down on my stomach and pulled my knees inward, raising my butt; I wiggled it at him. "Ok," I squeaked out, expecting the first blow to land, but it never came. I only felt his finger tracing around my body.

"Truly a sheep in the sheets, aren't you."

"If that's what you want me to be, I'll baa… like one," I said while giving my best sheep impression.

"Do you know what I mean by that?"

"I uhh… no, I don't, sorry."

I earned a laugh out of that comment, "I mean, you let anyone do anything to you, and you always say you're sorry and act like everything is your fault."

"It almost always is, or at least I feel that way. Every time I stand up for myself, I get told that it was wrong."

"Peter, you're a child, and you mess up, and we try and teach you how not to make mistakes. The twins are only 20 years younger than I am, and they still mess up a lot. They have been doing this for almost 4840 years, and they still baffle me."

Rolling onto my side, I looked toward Calvin, "But did they ever run off a cliff to get away from you? Or run into a snowstorm? Kick the crap out of some women? Did they?"

"Peter, I have a feeling one of those is bothering you more than the others," Calvin said while pulling me back up the bed and onto his lap. "Do you want to talk about it?"

Softly as I wept, I spoke, "Why did she do that? Why did she keep touching me when I said stop?"

"I don't know Peter; I truly don't know."

"She didn't touch me as you do. It felt bad, and I feel disgusted, that's… that's why I wanted to get to one of you as fast as possible."

"Why did you want to get to one of us?"

"Cause you all make me feel good when we do stuff, and I like it, and I don't want to feel dirty anymore," I said as I started to sob again.

"Peter, you aren't dirty," Calvin said while slowly rubbing my thighs.

"I feel like it though, I just think you guys wouldn't want me anymore after what she did like I was tainted meat or something,"

"Then let's do something about that to show we all still want you here," Calvin said, pushing me down onto the bed. "Raise your plump little plums for me! Oh, what is this? They are unripe. For shame! They will ripen shortly," Calvin said as I took my previous spot.

A few playful swats landed as I giggled, "Is that all you got?" only to be silenced as by three wind knocking spanks.

"Well, I think that takes care of all the naughty out of you. And look at those lovely red plums; I think I could kiss them!" Calvin said, planting a smooch to each cheek before diverting his kisses to the spot that he oh so desired.

"And if you were a dirty baby, I wouldn't do this." Shudders ran through my body as his tongue worked my hurt little rosebud in and out, stopping only to apply lubricant.

Slowly rubbing my back up and down, I felt his cock run over my slick hole, "Are you ready, my little boy?"

"Yes, daddy." I whimpered, missing his tongue.

In the back of my mind, I had a feeling, or Henry was telling me what was about to happen. I buried my head into the bed as in one quick motion, I could feel his pubic hair against my ass.

"You're such a good boy and a tight one at that!" Calvin paused for a bit before kissing the back of my neck as he lay above me. "Alex says you can take it a bit rough, is that true?"

"I do… I guess… I don't know…" I said, barely lifting my head from the bed. "I said I would do anything for you tonight, so be as rough as you want."

Sighing, Calvin nipped at my ear a bit, "You never said no."

Before I could open my mouth in protest, Calvin started hammering me into the bed, crushing me under his weighted blows. My legs endured only a few thrusts as I was smashed into the bed for a few minutes, causing my breathing to get a bit raspy. Pausing only to adjust our position, Calvin was now on his knees and with my legs on the outside of his, started pounding me hard again.

Still true to my word, I did not protest the barrage of button-pushing as the tingles built up and spread throughout me, rewarding Calvin with moans and squeals of delight as I grew accustomed to the rapid movement. As the digital clock kept the minutes rolling, the slapping and squishing noises grew louder as I started pushing myself back to meet each forward thrust. My muscles ached. The continued pounding was only worsened by the tingles that pulsed through me that made my muscles tense and relaxed repeatedly. It was two hours ago when we had started in the bath, and I knew that at this pace, I would be dead by sun-up.

Panting, Calvin withdrew again as he must have sensed how tired I was. My legs were lifted to rest on his shoulders as he lifted my butt back up to feed his cock back into me. Resuming his pounding, I closed my eyes and smiled, enjoying the feelings. Maybe tonight wasn't all about Calvin. I started to think before there was a pinch on my nose, causing my eyes to shoot open.

"No rest for my baby on his maiden voyage with me."

"I was just enjoying this." I sighed as he stopped moving.

Withdrawing from me once again, he stopped only planting a kiss onto my lips, "Ok, onto all fours, please." Calvin said, tapping my thighs, "time to tell the critics if it's true or not."

As I rolled over, all my muscles screamed at me to go to sleep, but marching on for the long haul I got in the requested position.

"Time to remount!" Calvin said again, burying himself in one thrust, receiving a grunt from me.

His pace was much slower but was building momentum. Quick flurries of thrust soon were joined by nerve splitting slaps to each ass cheek and respective thighs. I yipped or whimpered with each slap. This was not something I much enjoyed, but I said nothing was off-limits to him. It must have done the trick as he moaned loudly, and I could feel pulses of sperm erupting in me from over an hour of action.

"Oh, boy, were they right! That lovely little bottom sure does get tighter." Calvin said, finally withdrawing for the night from my gaping passage. "Oops, forgot one thing!" reaching over the bed, Calvin pulled out a red butt plug and inserted it in my butt.

"Why…" I moaned out.

"Your daddy said something about keeping all that yummy cummy in your little bummy; besides red shows I was in there, and I know it will drive Alex crazy, as he uses blue plugs."

Groaning, I turned to him as he closed his eyes I slipped further down and took his flaccid meat in my mouth, sucking it clean and swallowing all as I grew too tired to go to the sink.

"Well, that was certainly special, not even the twins will do that for me."

"While I'm not them, well… I have part of them in me."

"You must get it from your mother's side of the family," Calvin said, pulling the blankets over us as I crawled back up into his arms.

***

That was the last thing heard until morning, or at least what I thought was morning. I nearly jumped out of the bed when I saw a spider on my chest. Grabbing a pillow, I started smacking the spot I had last seen it on, only to hear laughter from the corner of the room where Alex now sat.

"It's just a toy, Peter."

"It's not funny! It could have killed me."

Tenderly I started walking over toward the chair. I sat on his open lap, still naked and sore from the activity of last night.

"Oh good, he did save all that yummy cummy inside of that plump little Peter Parrish bummy," Alex said, patting my butt as I sat.

"I can feel it squish around in there." I whined, "Why do I have to keep it all in there?"

"It's just a reminder that we love you," He said while leaning down to kiss my forehead.

"But why do you talk to me like I'm a baby? I'm not one; I'm ten."

"Peter, that's about a week for me."

"For me, it's all I know. You all told me if I'm getting called baby names it means I'm in trouble, what did I do?"

"Do I need to talk about what you have done lately?"

"Then why didn't you punish me! You have never held back before."

"Well, there's something I need to do, it's a punishment for both of us, but for you, it's like taking a nice long nap and you will wake up and feel much better."

"That doesn't sound like a punishment to me."

"Well, it's much more complex than that. You won't remember everything as you do now; it will slowly come back to you."

"Oh…just like before… how long until that?"

"Well, we were going to do it today for both you and the twins."

"That's too soon!" I exclaimed, pausing a bit softly, speaking to him again, "I had a surprise for you next week."

"Then can't you give it to me sooner?"

"I can't, it's not ready," I said as I started crying.

"Well, we can't wait."

"Why not?"

"Because you will be a toddler by then."

"Whoa…Whoa… that's impossible!"

"Peter, I know it's not impossible. The Parrish family have all done it, and you will do it too."

How couldn't I believe him, if he indeed was as old as he said what more could this be? "You can't make me! You can't! You already took me from my mom, and now you want me to be a baby?"

"Peter, please don't make this difficult."

"No, I won't be a stinking baby!" I said while standing up, halted by his hand, gripping my arm, "You are no better than what that woman tried to do to me!"

His grip started to squeeze me harder, "Don't you ever compare us to that low life. What she did was wrong."

"Stop it; you're hurting me!" I begged as I crumpled toward the floor, only being held up by my captured arm. "Daddy, please stop."

"Not until you take back what you just said," He said, squeezing me even more.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry, I didn't mean it!" Finally, he released my arm, letting me fall to the ground as I was sobbing.

"Whatever you wanted to do won't happen now because you made that comment."

As the sobbing ceased, I stood with one fist balled up. "I hate you! I hate you; I hate you! You ruined my life! I had everything I ever wanted, and you ruined it! I was happy!"

Angrily, I turned to walk away, headed toward the bathroom, only making it barely a step before his words halting me.

"Peter Henry Parrish, you stop it right now, a tantrum won't get you anywhere."

My body reacted as I twisted, throwing my balled fist toward Alex's head only to be caught by his hand. Stunned by my actions and by Alex's even more to catch my fist, Alex spun me into his arms, wrapping his arms around me and pulled onto his lap.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry," I begged as I tried to wiggle out his grip but to no avail.

"I know that wasn't you, squeaks, I'm sure Henry did that one." Alex softly whispered into my ear.

Letting out a sigh, Alex didn't hesitate to move us to the bed. Picking me up, he tossed me onto the bed before undressing himself.

"Please, no! Please," I begged as I tried to hide under the blankets.

As he raised the blankets I so dearly held onto, he slipped under them, tugging me to his chest, holding me.

"I'm not going to punish you, Peter; we are going to try something else. We are just going to talk and be truthful with each other. Do you understand?"

"Yes."

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, daddy," I whimpered.

"Ok, why do you need a week?"

Sucking up all of my fears, I gave in to his question, "I wanted to do something special for your birthday."

"Hmm… I'll consider giving you a week. Ok, next, why did you run away from me twice?"

"I was scared; I didn't know what to do."

"Scared of what? I will always be here to protect you."

"I was scared of letting go; I was scared of being in a new situation. I was scared of not being worthy of you."

"Worthy?"

"You all took me in and showed me a world I thought could only exist in a book. I'm just some kid from Texas!"

"Where you are from doesn't determine anything about you, Peter, it's all about the effort you put in. If I didn't think you were worthy of being my son, you wouldn't be here, and there was never a doubt in my mind that you are my son."

I finally managed to turn to be face to face with Alex. "I…I…uh…" was all I could stammer before I broke down crying against his chest. "I just never wanted to disappoint you, you loved me when nobody else would, all my mom did was focus on work, and every time I begged her to stay home, she would always say no. I just hoped if I ran into the woods that it would be easier for me to leave, but it's not! It's not easier; it hurts a lot. I should have given her a proper goodbye."

"Oh, Peter, I know it's tough, but you have a whole family to fall back on."

"I know, but I haven't just accepted that. I've felt like I've been alone for all of my life, then you came along and pulled me onto my feet and taught me to walk again. Maybe I am just a big baby."

"Well, you're my big baby," Alex said, giving me a quick kiss on the cheek. "Now, if I am to give you one week, and only one week, there are a few conditions that have to be met."

My heart, well maybe it was Henry's, jumped at the sound of him offering me the week to prepare.

"Ok!" I said, now grinning from ear to ear.

"First, I, Pops, or Calvin have to be with you at all times, just in case you try to run away again."

"Might as well ship me off to another country at this rate." I sighed, "But it wasn't my plan to run away anyways, or was it?" that last little comment earned me a light little smack on my butt.

"Second, you must and will behave 24/7 doing whatever we ask, no ifs, and or buts! Except for this one," Alex gave me a little light squeeze where his hand smacked me earlier.

"I already do that." I giggled, only reviving a soul-piercing gaze. "Ok, mostly! Mostly I do."

"Well, for possibly the last one, I might think of other ones later but, you hit the nail on the head, we are shipping all of us off to another country."

"Ok," I said while studying his face to see if he was serious.

"Seriously? No fighting about that last one?"

"Rule number two, Daddy, 'I must do whatever you ask without questioning you'."

"It wasn't a request, but I'm glad you're not putting up a fight."

"I do have two questions for you, though."

"Well, now's a good time as ever to ask."

"First, where and how will we get there? My face is plastered around the country."

"Well, I was thinking England is a good place to raise a little tyke as rambunctious as yourself. Oh God, what am I getting myself into! If you're this bad now, the terrible twos will be a nightmare."

"I am not that bad! You haven't spanked me in a long time!" I giggled as he tickled my ribs.

"That's not the point, again, not going to fight me on that?"

"Nope. Well, you didn't say how I was getting there."

"I was thinking of mailing you in a box. Might not be the most comfortable, but you will get there."

"That I will not do! You cannot mail children!"

"You used to be able to! We sent Sam and Evan across the states labeled as a sheep and a lion!"

I started laughing to the point that I couldn't breathe. "Is that why they were dressed like that at the cabin?"

"What do you think?"

"Yes."

"Then you would be right! They didn't tell you?"

"No, they didn't!"

"I guess that's their tale to tell."

"We will fly on a jet. Calvin, Pops, and Me each carrying a wee little lad in our arms."

"What in your arms?"

"A baby or a toddler if we decide to skip a few steps."

"Oh, …ok."

"Ok, what's your other question?"

"I want you to consider this; I want to say goodbye to my mom."

"Absolutely not. It was difficult to hide you as it is."

"Please, daddy, if not in person, can we do it over the phone, please?"

He lay quietly for a few minutes, slowly rubbing my back until he spoke again. "Ok, on a few conditions. One, it's over the phone, and we are in the room with our finger on the end button. Second, you write down what you are going to say, and you stick to it."

"Ok, but I want a promise from you."

"I will not promise a thing, but I will always take anything you ask into consideration."

"I know when you do whatever you're going to do to me, I will become a baby again. I know you can change my appearance to your will, but I want you to take me to see my mom when you age lock me, no matter what I look like, but please don't make me look like this again. I don't want to remind her of me, I know I will be around the age I am at now, but please, allow me this."

"I'll think about it."

"That's all I'm asking."

Pausing, Alex brushed a hand over my cheek as he spoke softly to me. "Why don't you want to look like this again? You're beautiful."

"Because this was me when I was her son, but I am your son now, and she needs to forget about me and because that's how you want the world to see me."

Silence overtook the room as Alex sat stroking my face before softly speaking, "Ok, but, how do you feel about being red-headed, keeping similar eyes like Gray/Green and keeping the freckles under the eyes, and so pale I can see your organs!"

"That's ok with me; you could see your wee-wee sliding in and out of me."

"Now look who's talking like a baby."

"Huh?"

"Wee-wee?"

"That's what I've always called it."

He started laughing while bringing me into a hug, "Ah, there's my funny boy."

"It's not funny! That's what I was told it was called!"

"Did I hurt Peter's little wee-wee's feelings?"

"Yes!"

"I guess I'll have to kiss it to make it feel better!" Alex exclaimed, quickly shifting his body down and taking my cock in his mouth.

"Daddy!" I giggled, as I quickly hardened.

Closing my eyes, my mouth opened, and moans and squeals of delight soon erupted, but only the walls and Alex could hear them. As quick as the pleasures started, they were just as quickly as over.

While still panting, my whines rippled through the air, "Why did you stop?"

No response had yet to come as Alex's movements quickly answered my question. My legs were parted around him while his free hand removed my blue plug from its temporary home.

"It's time to reclaim my boy," Alex said, quickly pushing the tip of his cock inside of me as my spasming hole started to shut, only to be stretched bigger than it had been. The further his cock slid in, the more I giggled. I knew what was allowing such ease of access.

"Daddy, Uncle Calvin…ugh… Says he's my real dad, and you're not."

As he finished pushing into me, his pubic hairs were now tickling my bottom. He stared down as I blew him a kiss, only to receive a smile in return.

"No point in blowing a kiss when you can have the real thing," He said, maneuvering us where we could kiss. "As for Uncle Calvin's comment, he wouldn't be wrong, but he also isn't right, because Henry was his son, and Peter is mine."

Alex soon slowly withdrew to where he only had the tip of his cock left inside before ever so gently reentering, picking up his pace.

"Well, Henry's inside of me, but at the same time, you are too…"

"Who took your virginity?" Alex said, pausing as he knew he hit my button, causing me to moan, "And whos's really inside of you right now?"

"You did, and you are."

"Who found you and made you their boy?"

"Pops," was the wrong name to say as Alex pinched my nipple. "Ouch ok, ok, you did!"

"Who followed you through a storm and is giving you a week to get your present ready?"

"You are…" I sighed out. "You're no fun."

"Fun? This is just enjoyment for me."

"Well, I am enjoying this too! But your old age must be getting to you because normally you have me pounded into the bed in delight."

"Is that what you want? I thought you didn't like it rough."

"I don't like spankings, my button loves to be smashed," I giggled, as I knew he taught me that word. "Or is a button a baby word?"

His thrusts grew relentless as he worked me into the bed, pausing only to question me some more, "Is that better?"

"Yes," I squealed and squeaked in delight, "Why do you keep stopping? Are we playing 20 thrusts?"

"I would love to know what you mean by that."

"Well, each time you asked me a question, you stopped, and each time I gave you my response, you pushed your way into me."

"Well, we both know I can last longer than 20 thrusts, so you better have a lot of answerers to my questions."

"You better have a lot of questions then," I giggled.

He resumed his movements that quickly caused tingles to touch every nerve ending in my body, and that forced my body to tighten, arching my back. Alex planted a kiss to my lips, replacing my sounds with more sensations as his tongue snaked through my mouth, muffling my squeals.

As we both panted, his thrusts grew shorter and faster before I could feel him squirting inside of me. Everything leaked out of me as he rolled me on top of him with my head resting on his chest.

"Squeaks, you are a delight as always," he said, patting my thighs as I still lay upon him.

Resting my head on my hands, I looked upward as Alex's rising chest kept moving me up and down. Slowly, I slid further down his body until my mouth met his slicken cock that I engulfed. I started bobbing my head up and down, stopping only to lick the spots I thought I had missed. Once satisfied that I had adequately cleaned him, I worked my way back up onto his chest.

Alex stared downward at me with a puzzled look on his face, "What?"

"Nothing just didn't think you liked doing that."

"It's not too bad, I mean I've had you in my mouth before, it's just the butt flavor that is a bit weird for me. I just wanted to show you I would do anything twice for you."

"You're such a weird kid."

"I'm your weird kid, though."

"You wouldn't be wrong, but don't do that again, not for me, not for anyone."

"Why?"

"Just don't. I wanted to try it that one time, and I didn't quite like it or think it was good for a boy to do that."

"Ok, dad, love you," I said while shifting up for a kiss, "you're just mad your punishment backfired."

"I love you too, Peter, but I'm not kissing that mouth, though!"

"What? But you licked my butt before!"

"Err… fine," Alex said, finally giving in to a kiss.

As we lay still for a few moments, I relaxed as I still lay on top. One question still bothers me, "Where did Uncle Calvin go?" I asked as I flicked one of his nipples.

"He went to sleep with the twins; you tired him out."

"Sleep? Its morning, isn't it?" I asked as I looked over to the clock that read 4:31 AM."

"Nope, now it's way past your bedtime. Get comfortable and get some rest."

"Ugh… I'm going to sleep right here," I said. Patting the side of Alex's stomach, I started laughing before I spoke again, "Two people put their wee-wee's inside of me all night long."

"Peter, just call it a cock or a penis already!"

"Nope! You want me to be a little boy; you get little boy words!"

Rolling his eyes, Alex turned off the lamp that illuminated the room. Bringing back the nocturnal instinct of most humans at this time of day, sleep, and with that, I drifted off to the heartbeat of Alex.

Chapter 8
Goodbye

The morning was a startling one as both Sam and Evan ran in screaming and jumping all over Alex and me to wake us up as it was Newborn day.

"Wake up you two! Let's do this!"

"Sorry, boys. I'm delaying Peter for a week." Alex groaned out as he woke up, shifting us up the bed where he cradled me in his arms "As much as I want to hold you like a baby Peter, you get your one week."

Still a bit blurry-eyed, I yawned before planting a kiss onto Alex's chest. Closing my eyes again, I sat there relaxing, only for the moment to be ruined when my eyes shot open and up toward Alex.

"Food," I murmured.

"Boys, could you two go and get the food cart from outside the door? It should be there by now, and could one of you run down and get your dad and Pop?" As Alex issued the orders, the twins split up, leaving me with Alex.

"So, am I going to be a baby again?"

"Of course, you are," Alex said while running his finger down my chest. "A little one at that."

"Was this your plan the entire time?"

"No, there are just somethings I can't explain myself on how this world works."

"So, you really will be my real dad after this?"

"Of course, don't you already consider me your dad?"

I sat silently for a few minutes, thinking about the past months. "I guess so, I mean you took me camping, talked with me, took me swimming, and believed me when nobody else would."

"And I taught you some fun things only a dad and son could do," Alex said while running his finger over my crevice.

"That was already in my head, you just made it a reality, a bit painful but oh so delightful."

"Did I? You never show it." Alex said, laughing.

"I do too! I keep letting you at it!" We could hear the two adults and children return pushing a cart toward the bedroom as they made it into the penthouse that we somehow had the key card.

"Hey, uh, dad, how can we afford this? It must be a lot of money to have a hotel room of this size."

"Hmm? Oh, Peter, you're so silly. Thousands of years and you think we still live paycheck to paycheck. You can have almost anything in this world now." Alex said, pulling the blanket over us as he sat me in his lap when the food arrived in the room.

Walter was pushing the cart as he joined us in the master bedroom. "So this is where the little minx ran off too."

"Alex isn't a minx!" I giggled out while wiggling in his lap.

"I wasn't talking about Alex, little one." Walter said while laughing, handing a huge plate of food to me and the silverware to Alex. "Taking both Alex and Calvin for the night. Poor old me had to satisfy the sheep and lion, and that isn't easy to do at my age!"

"Anyways, besides two people being selfish all night, Alex, what is this about waiting a week?" Calvin said while picking up a piece of toast

Alex slowly started feeding me with one hand while rubbing my stomach with the other, "Peter has something in the works for my birthday. Don't you, Peter?"

"I do! It's exceptional." I said, smiling at the rest of them.

"Are you sure he isn't going to try and run away again?" Walter said adjusting his gaze from his food to me

I hung my head low as they kept holding that above my head, not knowing the real reason that I ran. "I'm not going to do that, why won't you just let me be without making me feel like I can't do anything right?"

"I'm sorry Peter I didn't mean to make you feel bad, I just don't want to lose you again."

The room quieted down as we finished eating the rest of the breakfast. "Peter, you need a bath and then sit down and write out what you're going to say to your mom," Alex said as he picked me up carrying me toward the bathroom only to be stopped by Walter

"What are you talking about, Alex?" Walter asked, confused by the topic at hand.

"I'm allowing Peter one phone call to his mom, it has to be written down, and one of our fingers is on the end button if he says something off-script," Alex said while not even turning around to talk.

"That's not a wise choice, even if we hide and bounce the call."

"Dad, he didn't get to say goodbye, and it's only fair; this is all he's known, and he will behave, won't you, Peter."

No response came from me as I tucked my head into Alex's shoulder, still upset from earlier. Sensing my displeasure of being in the room, Alex took us into the bathroom, locking the door behind us and into the shower, where I sat on a bench.

"Maybe they're right dad," I said while he scrubbed my hair.

"Right about what?"

"If I talk to her, it could trace back and be a big mistake."

Washing away the shampoo, Alex kneeled in front of me and grasped me by the shoulders, "Peter, it is not a mistake; I don't want you looking back and regretting not doing it. You asked to do it, so it means something to you. So just like the week, you're doing this."

"Thank you," I said as Alex started to attend to his own body after making sure I was clean.

Once I was satisfied that Alex had finished washing, only his hair needed scrubbing; I started tugging at his arm as he stared me down while sighing.

"Do you need something, Peter?"

"Up."

"What?"

"Hold me," I said while continuing to tug at his limbs until he picked me up.

"You're getting too big for me to hold Peter," Alex said while leaning in to give me a light kiss on my lips.

"I am not! You have me stuck like this! I have not even grown an inch in 4 months!" I said as I laid my head against his shoulder. "I at least hope I haven't."

"Why do you think that? There's always something growing on you."

"There better not; you might not like me anymore if I started to grow."

"Peter, you can't get any bigger unless I want you to, and I don't. I would love you even if you did grow too big to hold anymore."

Silence filled the room as I latched onto Alex as we walked out of the shower there was still a question I had on my mind that kept bothering me and finally I had built up the courage to ask. "Daddy, am I a bad kid," I whispered, hoping he wouldn't hear me.

"Of course not!" Alex exclaimed, prying me off him and placing me onto the counter. "Why would you think that?"

"Be…because everyone acts like it. I ran away, I kick and scream, I'm acting like I'm six."

"Peter, let all of that go. Your past few days have been the toughest you have been through in a long time." Alex said while drying my legs and arms off. "You usually ask questions like that if something else is bothering, so what is it?"

"I don't know if or what to say when I call mom. Do I say, 'Hey, this is Peter. Don't worry, I'm with my daddy and everything's ok'?"

A small laugh came from Alex as he dried my hair, "No, I don't quite think that would work. You should tell her you love her and not to worry, it will all be ok, or something along those lines."

"Could you help me write it?" I said as the towel finally came off my head.

"No, it should come from you, but I'll let you sit on my lap while you write it."

"Ok, I always felt safe there," I said as Alex dressed me quickly before drying himself and putting on his clothes.

Once out of the bathroom, I quickly went to work crumpling paper after paper as I attempted to write my good-bye phone call. Alex stayed true to his word and let me sit on his lap as lunch came and went. My pen finally laid against the table, as I was happy with what I wrote. "Is that ok? I asked as Alex was looking over my shoulder

"I mean, it's very good, but one word does have me confused, hot sauce? Why is that in there?"

"It's our code word that I'm ok and safe."

"It doesn't have any other meaning, does it?"

"Nope, just means I'm safe."

"Ok, we will work on setting up a call, but it won't be ready until tomorrow," Alex said while patting my thighs. "Ok, get up I need to stretch a bit." We finally toured through the suite, which came in four bedrooms and a living room in the center, bringing all the places connected. Each room had its own bathroom and fridge. The living room was immense; it could have held three more beds in it easily if needed, and to top it off, a large curved window showed the view of the city, streets, and parking lot below.

"How can we afford this?" I asked in amazement as I ran around room to room.

Alex kept pace with me as if I could lose him. "As I said, Peter, think of anything in the world, and you can pretty much have it."

"But not going back to my mom." I sighed out. "But, I have you."

"That's right on both points, at least for not you can't see your mom, maybe after we change you like I said I would think about."

Pacing around the room a few times, I quickly became bored and groaned out loudly as I plopped against the bed, "Daddy where are the others?"

"They went out to buy somethings and whatnot," Alex said as he did a few laps around the room.

"Can't we go do something I'm bored."

"Nope, your pretty face is plastered all over the town and news, so you are not going anywhere."

"That's not fair! What about the hat and sunglasses? Nobody could tell it was me, not even the cops!" I whined as I was growing impatient.

"It's still too risky, they will be back soon, and you and the twins can roam around the rooms," Alex said as he plopped down next to me. "Or I could tire you out myself," he said as he started to stroke my thighs.

Only to be interrupted as the twins burst through the door jumping between us with tons of bags on the floor from their trail. "Peter!" they exclaimed, rolling all over Alex and me, giggling.

"Are you excited? Five more days until you're a baby!" Sam giggled.

"You get treated so well! Nobody says no to you for a while!" Evan piped in.

"I…uh… I don't know, I've always been well treated."

"But we mean when we go to England, everyone does everything for us! We don't cook or do our laundry."

"I don't do any of that here. Daddy does it all for me." I said, a bit confused.

"We mean we have nannies and butlers." Both said in unison.

"Huh? If you guys can do that there, why not do it here?"

"Because we don't want you boys getting too spoiled rotten," Walter said a bit out of breath. "These two are too fast for me, can't wait until that they can only crawl."

"Why just in England?"

"Because that's where we have always raised you, boys, since…. An accident years ago." Calvin said quietly, while walking in

"Oh…" I said as I assume it was about Henry. "What's with all the bags?" as the room's floor was covered in bags.

"Baby needs a lot of stuff, especially to travel with," Alex said as he turned me over, pulling me into his arms. "Cal, have you had time to set up the phone connections for tomorrow?"

"Yeah, we are all set. Nobody should be able to find us, even if a miracle happens, we should be gone by then."

From the shopping trip, they had bought some games that kept us busy for the rest of the night, and they even ordered in Chinese food, but I had to be the other room with Alex, as they didn't want me to be seen. Soon everyone grew tired from the games and food; each took their pick of a boy to share a bed with, and of course, I was still stuck with Alex as he walked us into the bedroom.

Shedding our clothes, I started poking Alex in the back, as we got closer to the king-sized bed. "We are only going to cuddle tonight," Alex said, lifting the blanket as I dove under it.

"Ok," I said, as I became the little spoon after Alex turned the lights out. Thirty minutes of cuddling later, I still couldn't sleep, "Dad, I'm too nervous for tomorrow."

"You will be fine; just read what you wrote."

I was still restless, and I couldn't roll around the bed as I was being bear-hugged by Alex. So, as if I were running, I started moving my legs back and forth until Alex's legs became intertwined with mine. "I think that's enough of that."

"I can't sleep! I just can't!" I was so wound up and scared I didn't know what to think of anything. My mind raced with each agonizing second passing.

"Shh, everything will be ok. What are you nervous about?"

"Everything! Saying goodbye to my mom, becoming a baby, getting you guys in trouble."

"Why would we get in trouble?"

"I don't know! It's always a possibility."

"Oh, just trust in Calvin, and I know a good way is to relax a boy is," Alex said before placing a kiss to the back of my neck. His hand snaked its way to my crotch and started fondling me until I was standing as tall as I could. As if he could read my mind as I was about to speak, "Shh little one, remember you have to do whatever I say or do." The only thing to come out of my mouth were small moans as his pace quickened, bringing me to bliss shortly. As his grip released, I could feel his cock poking me in the butt.

"Do you hum… want to, you know…. Fuck me?"

"Nope, just go to sleep," Alex said while lifting my leg and worked his steel rod between my legs moving back and forth until he came on my thighs and butt. The entire time I was in and out of sleep. It was when I felt the cum against my skin that I finally fell asleep for the night.

"Wake up, little one," Alex said, shaking me, "It's a big day for you." I was immediately wiggling, as I knew my new life was to begin soon. I was excited. I mean, there's no point in trying to fight them, and I would take care of me.

Alex was staring at me with a puzzled look while I settled down. "What?"

"You said you need a week for my birthday; it's tomorrow."

"WHAT? I was told a week like two days ago!"

"Dunno, who told you that is wrong."

"Ugh… I could try and do it sooner." I hope you hear this, Henry – you better be ready.

"Let's go get dressed, and this phone call over with," Alex said as he prompted both of us to the bathroom.

"Whose going be in the room in the call?" I asked as we finished in the bathroom

"Arms up and now lift your legs. Well, everyone but the twins."

"Ok, the phone's on speaker, right?"

"Yep"

"Can I record it?"

"I don't think we should."

"Ok." I sighed out as we went out to breakfast. Everyone was quiet as the plates were scraped with forks as eggs and toast consumed.

"Are you ready, Peter?" Walter asked as he tugged me from Alex's arms and onto his lap.

"I guess… I don't know…"

"It's ok to be a little nervous." He said, patting my head.

"Everything ready," Calvin said, walking back into the living room carrying a cell phone.

"It's connected to 13 different phones," I gulped, as I knew it was time once the phone was placed down on a nearby table.

"Now all we need is Peter," Alex said, pulling me into his arms, leading me toward the table. "Why don't you dial the number, Peter?"

The sound of each beep the phone gave as the buttons were pushed, sounded like thunder into my ears. I paused at the last number; my hand was shaking. I wanted so desperately to walk away. I looked up as Alex pressed the last number for me, as well as the record button.

With each ring, I wanted to run away, but as I heard her voice, I froze. Could I say good-bye to her forever, should I scream that I'm close by and it was Alex with me? However, I was choosing to be here. A small nudge from Alex soon made the words that came from the phone make sense to me.

***

"Hello? Is anybody there?"

"Momma."

"PETER! Where are you? Are you ok?"

"Mom, I'm fine, and I can't tell you where I am."

"Tell me where you are right now!"

"I CAN'T," I shouted back into the phone. "Mom, please listen, I miss you, and I love you, but I won't be coming back home. It's my own choice."

"Peter, we will find you!" she said as she started to break down.

"Mom, listen, please, just let me go. I chose to leave, remember hot sauce."

It was so hard to speak as I was holding back tears each time I had to tell her to let go of me. "Mom… I will always miss you, but it always hurts to see you do everything for me. Now you are free to do whatever you want. I hope that one day I'll get to see you again, but for now, please keep on living so when I decide to come back and see you that you're there and not as a gravestone. I'm sorry, mom, but I need to go. I love you."

"Peter! No! I will always be here waiting for you! I will never leave this house; please come home."

I opened my mouth to speak, but I looked up, and with my lips quivering Alex clicked the end button I couldn't hold my tears back anymore as they erupted I cried out as it hurt so bad, but I also felt relieved knowing she could have a little peace eventually.

***

"Dad, why doesn't it feel better?"

"It won't happen for a while, Peter," Alex said as he stroked my back while I continued to sob in his lap. "Let's get you some food; you might feel better after that."

"I'm not hungry."

"Not even if we go out?" Breakfast did happen to raise my hopes a bit, as Alex took me out to outside, of course, in disguise, but he added something different by putting the contacts that change your eye color and makeup to cover my freckles.

"It's not fun to hide your eyes, but hazel still does a good job." He said. We walked to a nearby park, "Why don't you go and play a bit but stay where I can see you."

***

Forgetting about the call earlier, "Thank you! Thank you!" I said, jumping up and down as I ran over to the playground.

It took some time, but I ran and played with other kids for a few hours. Eventually, we started playing tag, as the game shifted around the park; we ran over a hill until all of us were tired out and rolled around in the grass for a bit. It was then I realized that I was no longer in sight of Alex.

"This was fun, but I got to go!" I said as I sprinted back over the hills only to see Alex spinning around in a circle only to see me as I jumped into his arms finally. "Sorry dad, I didn't realize I got so far away.

"It's ok, Peter; I'm glad your back, wouldn't have been hard to find you anyways. That mop of your hair is easy to spot a mile away." He said, carrying me toward the car.

"I can't even get away from you." I sighed as I pointed to the back of my neck.

As we got in the car, Alex looked over his shoulder at me, "Peter, how did you know about the tracker?"

"I heard you talk about it," I said as I looked out the window. "I don't care anymore. Not like I'm going to run away" The drive back to the hotel was quiet until we parked and I tried to get out, but the door didn't budge. "Dad, can you unlock the door."

"We need to talk a bit."

"About what?"

"Are you ok? You normally chat my ear off."

"I don't know." I shrugged

"What bothers you? Is it your mom or something else?"

"Everything…I miss her. Saying goodbye didn't make it easier as I thought, and I don't know if I can do what I want to do tonight."

"Peter, time heals all wounds, I would know, and you will soon as well. As for tonight, I am always happy to be with you."

"Ok, can we please go? I have to pee." I said as I wanted to change the topic. It was hard to hold back my plan any longer.

"I suppose so," Alex said as I heard the clicks of the doors unlocking. We both raced toward the elevator. As the door opens, Alex wrapped his arms around me and started to tickle me

"Stop! Stop!" I giggled out, "You're going to make me pee!"

"That wouldn't be the worst thing in the world," He said, not stopping his torture to my bladder. "Besides, you're going to get out of those clothes once were back in the room," he whispered into my ear.

"You will have to catch me!" I shouted, running toward the room as I had pickpocketed the key card from his jacket earlier. Holding the key card up, I looked over my shoulder, "Have a great time in the hall without this!"

I didn't even get the door before Alex had me up in his arms, "You can't forget that I'm faster than you." He said, planting a kiss to my neck, "Ok, let's get you to the bathroom."

Out of breath, as we walked toward the bathroom, I couldn't stop smiling as I looked up. "Come on! You said I couldn't go anywhere without you!" I said, tugging Alex into the bathroom with me.

As the door closed, I started shedding my clothes "Come on! You said you have to help me with everything!" wiggling my butt at him as I stood in front of the toilet "I still have to pee!"

"Okay, okay," Alex said as we wrapped his arms around me, grabbing my penis and point it toward the bowl.

"Ahh," I moaned out as my bladder finally only to have the pleasure to continue as he started moving his hand back and forth. "Daddy!" I giggled out as his other hand started patting my butt. "Not now!"

"Just a little bit, please?"

"No! That's for tonight."

"So that's what you have planned for tonight? I could get this any time I want," he said, giving me a hard squeeze on my left cheek.

"Rude!" I said as I stood on my tiptoes, leaning my head back and kissing him as he leaned down to meet me. "And not the way I'm going to give it to you tonight, I don't know how often I can do it though."

"Hmm, interesting now, you have me intrigued." He said, releasing me, "Wash your hands and let's go see the others."

"Don't you have to help me with that as well?"

"You can do this one."

"Please! I want to spend all day with you! It's the first time I'm here for your birthday."

"Fine ill help you wash your hands, you big baby."

"I am not a baby yet, but I am your boy," I said as I dried my hands. "I always want you to be happy."

"And I always want the same for you, "he said, returning the hug. "Let's go squeaks any longer in by myself with you, and I won't wait until tonight to take you."

"And we can't have that!" I giggled as we walked out of the bathroom into the living room. Walter was on the phone as he looked over. He did not look thrilled.

"Dad, what's wrong?" Alex said as we walked toward him.

"Three cops are coming up to the room right now."

"Why?" he as he started moving his fingers in and out of the form of a fist.

"The front desk didn't say why."

"PETER WHAT DID YOU DO?" Alex turned to shout at me as he grabbed me by my shoulders, pushing me against the wall. "Did you say something to someone at the park?"

"No! I didn't!" If I hadn't just peed, I would have had wet pants now. "How could you go from loving me to being so hurtful? What did I do?" In the panic, somehow, I managed to continue, "I didn't do anything! I didn't!" I said as I was startled from the sudden burst of anger, "Stop your hurting me!"

"Then what does 'hot sauce' really mean!" he screamed at me, putting more pressure on my shoulders, "Do not lie to me!"

"I told you! It just means I'm safe!" I said as I started to cry.

"Do not lie to me," He said as he put his face closer to mine snarling at me, he spoke again, "what does it mean."

"It just means I am safe. Please let me down; it hurts."

"I trusted you," he said, dropping me to the floor, "And you don't know pain."

"I'm not lying," I said through my sobs as I stood up only to fall back down to the ground as the back of his hand slapped the side of my face in full force. Shocked as I dropped, it felt as I was in slow motion as the pain and sound echoed through me.

"I do not believe you." He said as he now stood over me.

Looking up, stunned, my sobs got louder as I started crawling away; I continued to sob, "You hit me! Why?"

***

"Alex! Now is not the time to figure this out!" Calvin said, lifting me from the floor. "Come on, Peter, we have a room where you can hide. You too, Alex."

"No! Not him!" I said, still crying.

"It is the only way we can make a cover story work," Calvin said, sliding a panel from the wall revealing a room with monitors and a bed. It was not as large as the bedrooms we currently resided in but still had a bathroom and some shelves with food and water. "In you two go."

As the door shut behind us, the lights turned on. Alex grabbed my arm, but I turned, kicking him in the shin.

"You little shit," he said in agony, "You're lucky we soundproofed the room" as I sprinted into the bathroom, locking the door behind me.

"Open the door, Peter."

"No! I hate you!"

"Peter, I am sorry I hit you. I overreacted. Please open the door." Alex said as the door handle was shaking the door that my back was slowly sliding down until I touched the tile

Sitting on the cold tile floor tear after tear kept running down my face. "You don't trust me, why don't you trust me?"

"Peter, you ran away three times from me, that doesn't instill a lot of trust."

"I gave myself to you! I left everything for you!"

"I know, and I know that was tough for you, and I should be more open with you."

"You are supposed to show me how to live, but I'm scared of you, you treat me like I don't have a choice in my life anymore."

"You're too young to make some choices for yourself, Peter, one day you will be able to, but until then trust me."

"You have to trust me for that to happen."

"Peter?"

"Stop talking and listen to me!" I screamed through the door. The only sound now was my sobbing as it quieted. "What is it going to take for you to trust me? Do you need to kick and beat me until I'm black and blue? Is that what you want? Would it show you if I'll let you do whatever you want to me?"

"No."

"Do you need to tie me to a bed and do whatever you want? Rape me? What?"

"No Peter, I-"
"The only words I want out of your mouth are yes or no!"

"Ok."

"Do you need to treat me like a dog? Collar me and have me sleep at the foot of your bed? Or on the floor? Walk me around the neighborhood naked, displaying that I'm your bitch to the world? You could get a nice pink collar that says, "I'm Alex's Bitch!"

"No, you're not a dog."

"Then what do I need to do? I want to be loved, and I don't feel like I am."

"First, start by opening the door and we can talk."

Standing, I hesitantly unlocked the door as Alex rushed in, "Please don't hit me!" I cried out, raising my arms above me "I'm sorry I yelled at you."

"I should be apologizing to you; you are my son. I shouldn't ever hurt you," Alex said as he wrapped me in his arms. "Whatever is going on, we will get through this."

"Let go of me! I don't want to be held by you!" I said while wiggling from him as he relaxed

Running toward the corner, I sat with my knees up against my chest with my arms wrapped around them. Resting my head against my arms, I could keep watch on Alex as he sat at the desk watching the monitors. Pushing a button, the room filled with the chatter of the group that was only separated by a wall. Shivering as I sat still naked, I look around something to cover up but to no avail as there were no blankets on the bed or anything else in the room I could use.

Looking over his shoulder, Alex could see my distress. Stopping the audio; he smiled and said, "Peter, come sit with me; you're cold, and I don't want you to get sick."

"No."

"That wasn't me asking, that was me telling you." Weighing my options and still shivering, I stood and walked over carefully, l finally caved as I sat on his lap. "That's better, isn't it?" he said while wrapping me in his arms.

"No, it's not. I would rather be in that woman's grasp than yours."

"That is not true at all!"

"You wouldn't know; you don't love me." I spat back.

"Again, not true."

***

Rubbing my thighs, I welcomed the warmth but shuddered under gentle touch I hardly trusted anymore. The angrier I got, the less I wanted to speak with him. Sitting quietly, we watched the living room, and Alex resumed the audio.

One of the officers looked familiar, but I couldn't quite place his face until he spoke. "Where did the other two go? It was a man and a boy." It was the officer that tapped on the window and talked to me at the diner. "We followed them back from the park."

"Ah, you mean Alex and Henry? Henry was still distraught over the whole thing, so Alex is taking him back to New York to be with his mom."

"Is that so? We just saw them come in."

"We never said they weren't gone that long. Alex forgot his phone here; he only recognized it when Henry had asked to listen to music, and so they had to come back."

"Well, that doesn't explain why their car is still here." Another officer who sat next to the window pointed down to where we had parked.

"If their car is still here, then where are they? We want to ask them some questions."

"They stayed in a different room than us. I think it was 413? Dad, is that right?" Calvin said, looking toward Walter, who sat with the twins who sat on each side of him.

"Yeah, it was 413; it was kind of weird. They didn't sleep here, but oh well, Father-son bonding trips."

"What kind of bonding are you getting at? None of these boys look like they could be your kid, mister." The third officer finally spoke up in a scruffy voice.

"What exactly are you trying to get at?" Calvin hissed back.

"Three men and three boys in a fancy hotel and none look like kin, kind of off if you look at it, especially with one of each not to be found."

"Do you know who we are?"

"Bunch of Pedos? Should arrest you for just having these boys." The officer said as he stood.

"Sam! Evan! What is your last name? "

"Parrish," They said in unison, and the officer's face turned to horror at hearing that name.

"I am Calvin Parrish, and the man over there is Walter Parrish, and do you know who we are now?"

"We are sorry Mr. Parrish we didn't mean to intrude, we are so sorry about our friend here, let's go," The familiar officer said while pointing at the door. As they left, the officers kept apologizing profusely.

***

Lost in the intensity of the bout of words, I had not noticed that Alex was fondling my crotch in on hand while his other was still rubbing my thigh. "Stop it! I don't want you to do that!" I whimpered.

Kissing my forehead as I looked up, Alex shook his head no down to me and continued his actions. "I'm going to chat with Peter in here for a while; we'll be out later," Alex said, seeing that the officers had gone down the elevator.

As he clicked the button, his hand continued to rub up and down my bare thigh as I whimpered in his lap, "I don't wanna be in here."

"I'm sorry I slapped you, Peter, I thought you lied to me."

"You hurt me in here." I said, pointing toward my chest, "Not just my face or shoulders but my heart."

"I was scared of losing you, Peter, and I didn't react well when I thought you lied to me when you said you gave up running."

"You won't ever trust me," I whispered. "You might as well do all of those things I said until I'm obedient in your eyes." Crying, I gave up my will to live if he chose to do so.

"We have some rope in here and a bed, so let's tie you up then," Alex said, pushing me up to my feet. "Go on; lay down on your back."

Doing as told, I went and laid down on my back and started sobbing as Alex walked over and sat on the bed and patted my thigh before speaking again, "Spread your arms and legs." I stretched as far as I could, closed my eyes, and waited to be bound.

"Peter, open your eyes and look at me." As I did, I saw Alex smiling at me. How could he enjoy being so cruel to me? "I would never tie you down, beat you, or walk you down a street naked." He said, leaning down kissing my cheek. "I see you as a son who listens to me and has for a long time, and I was the blind one."

I bolted up and wrapped my arms around him, crying, "I'm sorry I told you to do all those things to me, please don't."

"I would only do them if you weren't trying to prove a point, or maybe for a little roleplaying, I would, but not the second one," he said, patting my butt with one of his hands. "Or making you black and blue."

Sitting there in his arms, I struggled with my emotions. My hatred still ran through my veins, but my love for him overpowered it as I gave into him. "Do you trust me and love me again? I said so many hurtful things, and if you want, I can go live with Uncle Calvin."

"I think a break from each other would be good." Pushing back from him, I looked into his eyes, and he had a rather serious look to his face.

"Oh, …ok." I sniffled as I could feel my heart growing heavy again. Man, I was just the biggest screw up ever; I had nobody left for me that had any faith in me I thought.

His face changed quickly into a smile. "Peter, I was only kidding."

"Don't you do that! Not now! I was slapped and pushed into a wall, and my heart nearly just broke." I said, breathing a sigh of relief and laying my head on his shoulder. "I wouldn't trade anything in this world except one thing for you."

"What's that one thing?"

"It's not time for you to know. Can we go out, please?"

"Yeah, this room gets a bit stuffy when a 10-year-old cries a lot in it. Hop off, and we can get out."

"I cried because of you, and I am always nine until tomorrow."

"Smartass," he said, giving a light smack to my butt.

"Could you carry me? I don't want to let go of you yet."

"How about you fall asleep in my arms, and then I carry you out. I think you could use a nap."

"Ok," I said, closing my eyes, I could feel him rocking back and forth and humming while rubbing my back. I drifted into sleep.

***

"Peter, it's time to wake up from your nap."

Huh? What time is it?"

"It's time for dinner; you have been asleep for a few hours."

"Ok. Carry me?" I sighed out as I rolled over and wrapped myself around Alex.

"Ok, only because it's been a long day."

As we walked out of the bedroom, I tucked my head into his neck, kissing it ever so often as he took steps. "I don't know how you two work together." Sighed out, Calvin shaking his head. "You smacked him to the floor earlier, and he's kissing you up."

"I forgave him." I murmured.

"It shouldn't be that easy or quick to forgive something like that."

"It is for me."

"Well, it shouldn't."

"Uncle Calvin, I don't have anything to lose, so I can't sit and wither away. You all chased me off a cliff, and I still forgave you, so this isn't much to me." As I looked over, he opened and shut his mouth a few times and shrugged. Turning my attention back to Alex, I wrapped my mouth around the side of his neck and bit him as I looked up at him. I got a sly smile that I returned.

Henry had given me some ideas on how to make him horny tonight, and he said, biting him a bit would help. There was only one issue that took priority over my current actions as my stomach rumbled. I again looked up, taking my mouth off his neck, "Food." I said, before latching back onto his neck, giving light little bites.

"Ok! Ok, you little cannibal ill feed you." He said as he took us over to the table where a plate of steak and potatoes sat waiting.

"You made me wait for this? I should slap you." I said. Gawking at the food, I pointed back at my open mouth and nudged him in the stomach with my elbow.

"You still haven't eaten by yourself when you have been with us."

"Practice makes perfect if you somehow make me a baby cause I definitely can't feed myself," I said as I wiggled in his lap as he started to cut the steak.

It was so good it melted in my mouth as the flavor exploded through me I couldn't get enough and cleared the entire plate and slumped back in the lap of Alex.

"I hate you for not having more," I said as I burped, "And I fed myself before you went in my head."

"There isn't enough money in the world to make you feel full, you bottomless pit of mine."

"Two bottomless pits are sitting here."

"What?"

Turning around, I whispered into his ear, "My stomach and my butt. You have yet to fill both," I giggled as I turned back around, dropping my full weight back onto his lap.

Shaking his head, he gave a small chuckle picking me up and sat us back down on the couch. Calvin raised an eyebrow as we sat back down. "What was that about?"

Rolling his eyes, Alex spoke up, "Oh nothing, he just said he could out-eat you, which could be possible from what I've seen."

"In his dreams, but shush you two; I want to finish watching this show."

Snuggling up to Alex, we watched a few episodes of what Calvin had been watching, but it didn't capture my attention as I still played to give Alex something he's missed for longer than he's known me.

As the clock struck 10 PM, "Dad come back to bed in 15 minutes, everything will be ready for you." I said kissing him on his lips

"Still giving me a birthday present?"

"Of course, and you have a general idea what it is, but there's a big surprise to it though," I said, wiggling my butt at him only to get a slap to it that sent me running to the bedroom. Peaking my head out one last time, "Fifteen minutes!"

"Ok, Squeaks."

Laying down on the bed, I knocked three times, fell asleep quickly, and appeared before Fredrick and Henry. Giving both of them a hug, "Are you ready, Henry? He will be in soon."

"Yeah, Yeah, don't worry, I'll be ready."

"Can't believe you didn't know what day his birthday is!"

"How am I supposed to know that someone invented daylight savings time?"

"Whatever gets out there already, it's been ten minutes already."

"Are you going to watch tonight, Peter?" Fredrick asked

"No, I'm going to sleep; I don't want to watch this. I may watch the reaction, but after that, I think they will want privacy."

"Your loss then," Henry said while jumping up and down. "Ok, Here I go."

I stood next to Fredrick as I watched Henry look around the room, then at my arms, wiggling my ten fingers before giving thumbs up.

"Feels weird to do this again."

Don't get too comfortable; it's my body after all, I thought.

"I heard that, and I won't."

"Who are you talking to, Peter?" Alex said as he walked into the room

"Just to myself, Minnow."

"Minnow? Nobody has called me that in a long time."

"And nobody has called me tadpole in a long time."

"Henry? Is that you? Where is Peter?"

"Sleeping."

"I thought you couldn't come out anymore." He said wrapping Henry in a hug

"Surprise! Happy birthday!" The amount of joy I could see in Alex's eyes brought a tear to my eye, as I was able to give something he thought he had lost. "Now, kiss me."

As they started kissing, I decided to go to sleep. "Goodnight, Fredrick, don't stay up too late," I said as I laid down and slept.

Yawning as I woke up, I looked around the room to see Alex still sleeping. My body ached with every movement as I left the bedroom. My mind was racing in frustration in not knowing what to do anymore I pulled an armchair over to the window, it was still dark out as I looked up into the stars, I had not a clue what time it was nor did I care my mind ran busy and ignored how tired I was. Gazing out the window, I sat with my knees pulled up to my chest with my arms wrapped around my legs, I rested my head as I looked out. What is my life going to be like? If I am going to be a baby again, does that mean I'm going to be molded to his wants? Starting to cry, I tried to be as quiet as I could. I was so lost in thought; I jumped when I felt a blanket being wrapped around me.

"Peter, why are you crying?" Looking over, I could see it was Sam, covered in a blanket.

"I'm scared that after today, I won't be me anymore."

"Why do you think that?"

"Because if I'm going to be a baby, I'm going to be influenced by him; he could change me to whoever he wants me to be."

"That's not true at all; when you become a baby again, you are just going in reverse of how old your body thinks you are. So, you will have similar if not the same things you liked a kid and act and talk the same way."

"Really?"

"Yeah, I mean, it tends to be what's popular or interesting to you, but last time I couldn't stop loving superman."

"I used to like pirates. Does that mean I will like them again?"

"Possible, but never know. Just think of it this way," Sam said, while wrapping one of his arms around me, "Your kind of sleeping, but part of you is still in control of your body."

Tapping the side of my head, "You're still in here making all the choices you just don't know it, though."

"I still don't get it."

"Ok, you know how planes have autopilots?"

"No? I've never been on a plane."

"Ok, that will change soon. Anyways, pilots have a little helper called autopilot; it follows the plotted course for the plane."

"So, that's what I'll be doing when I'm a baby?"

"Yes"

"I still don't get it."

Both of us jumped when a new voice started talking, "Sam, why don't you go back to your dad or Pops. I want to talk to Peter."

Reluctantly Sam left-back to one of the bedrooms with a worried look on his face. "Peter, I wouldn't change you in any way, you are perfect to me."

"Except, my appearance is changing."

"You asked me to do that."

"I guess I did."

"Stand up for a moment so I can sit with you." As we sat back down, I started shaking and whimpering. "What's wrong? How are you cold?"

"I'm not cold… I'm scared, scared of the question I'm about to ask you and of your answer."

"You shouldn't be scared to talk to me. Ask me what you want."

As I started to cry again, it took a bit of time, but I worked up the courage. "It's about last night."

"Thank you for that; I thought I would never get to hold Henry again." His words only made me cry louder.

Shifting in his lap, I now sat face to face with him, with my legs on the outside of his "If you want. I think Henry could take over when you make me a baby again; I could let him. By the time that we are four or five, he should be solid enough to live again."

As I looked into his eyes, he steadily looked into mine. Lowering my head back, I softly spoke again, "I would do it for you."

"Peter! Why would you say that?"

"Because he's what you always wanted! I saw how happy you looked last night, but with me, you have only ever been angry. I've been a thorn in your side, and Henry is perfect in your eyes. I can't ever live up to him. I want you to be happy, even if that means watching through the eyes of somebody else."

"Don't you dare do that! I would choose you over Henry every day of the week; he is not you. Our relationship has been a bit strained lately." He said while running his hand over my cheek, causing me to wince from a bruise. "I reacted poorly because I don't ever want to take the chance of losing another Parrish. I love you, last night was a treat for me, but it also reminded me that there are ways to have both of you."

Looking up before I looked back down at my lap, I felt like I was already shrinking.

Softly I asked, "What?"

"You will find out one day, but it is too soon to tell you; we just need to find a few things."

"Can…can you hold me?"

"I already am."

"I mean, hug me and never let go. I don't know what I'm doing anymore, and I need you to keep me going. I need you to show me how to live."

"That was my intention, all along sweetums."

"Sweetums? But… I… never mind." As I could see, he was smiling before he wrapped me in a hug. "I love you; I also need you to show me how to mature."

"You will never mature fully, though."

"What?"

"I mean your body will keep producing the same hormones any 9-year-old would, you're going to act without thinking. Why do you think the twins still get spankings after all these years?"

"Am I always going to be a nine-year-old?"

"I don't know, I might stop you when you're 7 or 8 this time, and we'll see from there."

"Will I ever get the chance to be older?"

"There's always a chance of that too, but not much older than ten maybe twelve."

"I don't think I ever want to be older than 9."

"Whys that? I thought you would want to be."

"I always want to be your little boy, and if I get any older, I don't think I'll feel like it."

"I think I could do that but no younger than 7!" He said, squeezing me hard, "I love you Peter, but that is too young for me."

"How much do you love me?" I said, wiggling my butt on him. "Enough to show me right now?"

"I suppose so, but we can't do it in front of a window."

"Fine!" I said, tugging at him as I leaped off his lap, "Come on!"

"Okay, give me one second to stand?"

"Nope! Now you're carrying me!" I said, jumping back onto him before he could even stand.

"Hmm… you're still nice and wet from earlier. I suppose I could start now," he said as he set me to the floor. "Spread your legs a bit."

As soon as I did, I felt him reach under me, grab ahold of both legs, and pick me up. With my back to him and legs wide open, he lowered me down until I could feel the tip of his cock press against my already heated hole.

"Daddy!" I whined as his teasing continued.

It was instantaneous that a yelp erupted from me as he pulled me down as he thrust forward.

"Is that what my little boy wanted?" he said as he continued to push deeper inside of me.

"Well, this is your second birthday present, so I'm your toy right now."

"Mm, I like the sound of that; wouldn't mind trying that tying up stuff. Would you?"

"I'll do as asked for today," I said as I winced each step hurt, maybe I wasn't as ready as he thought.

"And if I want to redden those plump bubbles of yours?"

"I will love every moment of it for you." I sighed, knowing it would be a painful morning.

"If I spanked you unmercifully while I didn't care how hard I thrust through you?"

"I would be ok with that, just pick one and do it."

"Oh, I meant to do all of that."

Gulping, I was now worried, "Ok, let's do them."

"I was only kidding!"

"Uh-huh, you want to do them all, and I will try them ONCE, and if I don't like them, we don't do them again!"

"I guess I will still have walking you like a dog if these don't work. I could even get you that collar you wanted what did it say?"

"I'm Alex's bitch," I said softly.

"Lovely ring to that, maybe we would change it though. Do you like my 'Plump Little Peter Parrish Plum'; it is so yummy! Care to make a cummy in my tummy or my bummy?"

"I would be ok with that."

"I might just have to make that so you can wear it around Pop and Calvin, they would get a laugh out of it."

"Err… I don't think I would agree with it."

"Oh well," he said, setting me down on the bed. Climbing over me, he looked down on me, giving a wicked grin "Time to tie up my second present."

"Oh, no, mister! Don't tie me up!" I said in a mocking tone. "I would hate it."

"Well naughty little boys deserve to get tied up," he said as he leaned down kissing the side of my neck

"I'm scared, please don't hurt me!"

"I think we both know that will happen."

Starting to wiggle my limbs around, I started softly punching and kick Alex. "Let me go, you big meanie!"

"Enough of this nonsense!" he said as he grasped my arms, and he tied the both together against the center of the headboard. Tugging at the rope, I couldn't get free.

"I watched you for far too long, time to take what I wanted," he said. As he was parting my legs, I tried to shut them again, "Keep your legs open."

"No, you big meanie!" I said as I was intertwining my legs together.

"Well then, if you don't want to be a good boy, then I know how flexible you are," he said as he started tying the rope around my feet.

"Up it goes," lifting one of my legs so that I lay on my back entirely.

He tied the rope to the end of the bedposts where my arms were tied, leaving my legs floating in the air as I now lay fully exposed.

Slipping a pillow under my butt, he said, "Ah, that's what I have wanted to see."

"Let me go!" I squealed as I tugged again at the ropes.

"There is no way out of these knots! I was a boy scout!"

"I'll scream! Somebody will hear me!"

"No, they won't," he said as he put a sock in my mouth. "As much as I love your voice, it's best to keep you quiet."

"Help," I screamed through the sock, but it only came out as a loud grunt.

"Nobody is coming for you! Except me," he said as he was kneeling between my legs. He gripped them and started lining his cock up to my hole. Giving me a devilish smile, he thrust deeply, receiving a muffled scream from me.

"I waited far too long for this! Watching you grow up all those years next door! You're almost too old for my liking," he said as he unmercifully was thrusting in and out of me.

"Oh, is this little boy enjoying this?" he said as his hand started caressing my extended two [5cm] inches.

Shaking my head back and forth, I got another smile as he picked up his pace, "I think you're lying."

He was right; the tingles were almost to the point of erupting as each thrust he made brushed over my button. It was heavenly when the tingles finally did touch every part of my body causing me to squirm

Alex was breathing heavily at this point and still fully embedded inside me. Pausing, he leaned over while removing the saliva-soaked sock, and I didn't have a moment to breathe before his mouth and tongue replaced it. His hands moved up and released the ropes.

"Mister, are… you gonna let me go?" I asked as his lips left mine.

"Silly boy, I'm going to keep you forever, tied up or on a leash. You're mine," he said, rolling me over.

"No, you aren't," I said as I tried to roll off the bed only to be grabbed before I could get away.

"Bad boy! I think I'm going to have to teach you a lesson!" he said, pulling me over his knee. "Do you know what happens to bad boys?"

"They get spanked."

"Where do they get spanked?"

"On their bare bottoms," I said softly.

"That's right," he said as he lightly patted my butt before raising his hand and firmly planting the first blow, causing me to gasp.

"Please, no more!" I begged

"After the first one, you're already begging?"

"Please, my daddy never spanked me before! I'll behave!"

"Hmm, your daddy never spanked you? That's a shame because your new daddy just started to give you a spanking."

"I'll be a good boy! Please don't Mis– daddy!"

"It's too late for that line to work," he said as he started a swift volley of hits that grew in strength.

With my legs flailing wildly and tears cascading down my face, his hand finally rested against my butt.

"Naughty boys get spanked; you're not going to run away again, kick me or bite me, are you?"

"No, daddy, I'm not."

"And you won't deny me whenever I want to fuck your tight little butt, will you?"

"No, Daddy," I whimpered as he started to shift us on the bed.

"Get over the pillow on your stomach."

As I took my spot and spread my legs, he started rubbing the inner part of my thighs.

"Already eager to please?"

"You… you said not to deny you."

As he hunched over me, he licked my ear, "Ask daddy to fuck you like a little boy with your good looks should be."

"Ple… please fuck me as a little boy should BEeee," I said as he started entering me roughly again.

Ramming through me with a force he hadn't used before, I whimpered and moaned as it was a new mixture of pain and pleasure I was experiencing. Shortly, he shifted me to where I was on all fours.

"A joy that can't be captured in time, but it can be captured in my memory," he said – thrusting with all his weight, pausing only to snap pictures with his phone.

"I don't think you learned your lesson earlier!" he said as he started smacking the side of my thighs and butt.

"Daddy, I learned my lesson!" no response came, but his smacks continued until I could feel his pace quicken

"Augh I'm so close, you naughty boy!" he said as he grunted, I felt each pulse hit my insides. "There's your reward, boy. Now say thank you."

"Thank you, daddy," I said as he collapsed on top of me.

The only sound that came from the room was that of both panting, "Thanks, Peter." He said, kissing the side of my neck. "Two special presents in one night."

"You're welcome I said as he started rubbing my thighs and butt."

"Any chance of repeats?"

"Dunno depends on if I get kidnapped, I mean not again by you but by that weird guy that tied me to the bed," I said as I rolled over to look at him. "Oh, Hi Pops," I said as I glanced over Alex's shoulder.

He was shaking his head at us as he spoke to us, "You two are made for each other. Now go to bed, or I'll spank both of you."

"Oh, no! "I gasped. I pointed my butt in the air, wiggling it back and forth, giggling. "Does that kidnapper have a partner in crime? I don't know if my butt could handle it."

"As much fun as it was to watch that, go to bed. The rest of us would like to sleep," Walter said, shutting the door.

Giggling, I gave Alex one last kiss before snuggling up close to him. I could feel the wetness as I faded off into the depths of sleep with a smile on my face.

Chapter 9
Birthday

I awoke to a hand gently brushing through my hair as I slowly blinked my vision came back, and a smile dawned across my face as Alex lay next to me.

"Morning Sweetums," he said, leaning forward and kissing me on my forehead. "Really big day ahead for us."

Groaning as I rolled onto my back, "Do I have to become a baby? Can't you love me like this?"

"I do love you like this, but there are just some very special bonds we need to break and form."

"Ok." I sighed, "Only because I love you."

"There is one thing we do have to do today before I get to pinch those Peter Parrish baby cheeks."

"Really?"

"Yep, and you get to go outside."

"Err – what about those cops from yesterday?" I ask as I rolled back toward him. "Won't they question us if they see us?"

"We'll tell them that we came back, and you felt better; besides, you could always seduce them with this," Alex said as he grabbed my butt, giving me a hard squeeze.

"I will not! I will not let someone I hardly know do anything like that to me."

"I knew you for hardly two days, and you bent over for me."

Opening and shutting my mouth a few times, Alex had a mischievous grin as knew he had me beat, or so he thought, "I've only seen one of the cops for about 5 minutes. Besides, only three people are allowed in this," I said, patting the top of his hand that was resting on my butt. Now grinning at him, "And soon to be off-limits to someone if he doesn't get me some food soon."

"We'll eat out, but it's time to get some make-up on you and contact lenses," he said, giving me a quick kiss.

Dressing me up didn't take too long, but I did fidget a bit when he tried to put in the contacts. Still, I had to wear a hat as we made our way down to the car.

***

"Peter, you have been very quiet," Calvin said as I sat on his lap.

"I'm just a bit tired." I sighed as I adjusted the seat belt. "Why do I have to sit on your lap?"

"Because Pops' car isn't big enough for us all to sit by ourselves. You being the baby of the family get to sit on my lap."

Silence overtook the car as we continued our journey. Breakfast was quick, and it was a much nicer place than the diner. Just thinking of that place had me shuddering as we got back in the car.

It wasn't much of a drive just a few blocks before we pulled into a shopping mall. Getting out, I glanced around and saw a billboard with my face on it and big red letters saying 'missing.' Turning, I rushed over to Alex, wrapped my arms around him, and started squeezing him as hard as possible.

"It's ok, Henry; let's go in inside." Hand in hand, I quietly followed him inside. "Here, take this," Alex said as he handed me a black metal card. "You know what this is, right?"

"Yeah, it's a credit card, but why do I need it?"

"Your Uncle Calvin will explain it to you. I need to go find some things while you guys do what you need to do," Alex said as he walked away.

Slipping the card into my pocket, I looked up to see Calvin smiling down at me. Waiting for an explanation, I took his hand and gave it a couple of squeezes.

"Well, let's just get to the real reason we are here," Calvin said as he returned the squeezes. "You need to find your dad a very special gift."

"I do?" I asked a bit confused

"Yes, you do, you should find a ring or something. Maybe a watch. It's kind of like a marriage."

"But why?

Pulling me aside, he waved the others to keep walking along, "It's like marriage, you and him showing each other you're always there for the other," Calvin said, pausing to hug me. "It's a big move for him to want to do that with you. The twins and I did it a while ago, so I think he wants to make sure you know you're a Parrish."

"I can't marry him! He's my dad," I said quietly, "I do love him, though."

"We all see that, but you're not marrying him. You're just showing him you love him, and giving him a constant reminder that you do."

"Oh, okay, I think I can do that," I said as I held my hand out. "Stay with me, though, please."

"I wasn't going to let you out of my sight," he said as he grabbed my hand.

As we walked into a jewelry shop, we browsed around for a while. I looked from case to case until Calvin came over and spoke to me again.

"Do you have any ideas about what you want to get for him?"

"Hum, I'm not sure. What are those?" I asked, pointing to several colorful gems.

"Those are birthstones."

"Birthstones?"

"You see each of those colors?"

"Yeah?"

"Each one represents a month."

"Oh! What one is for January?"

"That would be the garnet."

"Which one is that?"

"Could you show him the garnet?" Calvin asked the jeweler.

As I studied the different rings, an idea came to my mind, "Could…you possibly do a ring with a Sapphire and a Garnet checkered pattern in the center, surrounded by one of each of every other month?" I asked as I looked at the jeweler.

"I suppose, but we would have to have the person come that does that kind of setting. It would take a few hours and a lot of money."

"Oh," I said, quietly turning away

"He has more than enough," Calvin said. "Give him the card." Turning, I handed the card to the salesperson. "Whatever it costs, that card will more than cover it and only the finest you have, none of that low-grade crap."

"OK." The salesperson said a bit shocked. "What about a band for it?"

"A what?" I asked a bit confused as I looked back and forth between Calvin and the Salesman.

"The metal parts," Calvin replied while tussling my hair.

"Oh, hum… how about this one?" I asked, pointing at a ring.

The gems lay between two metal pieces with an empty spot in the center for a large stone. One was shiny gold and the other a platinum, pointing at the gold one.

I asked, "Could you do the square of garnets in the middle then a square of one of each of the others around that? And run sapphires and garnets around the band in the little groove?"

"Interesting choices, may I ask why?"

"Nope, that's private," I said, grabbing the card back. "And I'll only pay if I like it."

"We'll call you when it's ready."

***

As we walked away, my stomach grumbled, and I smiled and looked up at Calvin, "How can you already be hungry? We just ate!" he exclaimed as we walked to the food court.

"Just a pretzel…please," I asked as I pointed to them.

"Fine, you win. I haven't had one in a long time," Calvin said as we got in line.

"What's my dad up to?" I asked as I munched down on the food.

"Probably getting some more stuff to fly with, other than that, not too sure."

Once we finished, we explored the other shops buying a few random things here and there.

I saw something that caught my eye, "Can I go buy something privately?" I asked while tugging on Calvin's arm.

"No, you can't leave my side today."

"Please, it would make my day."

"What is it that you need?"

"It's something between Alex and me," I whispered, "Please, just 5 to 10 minutes."

"I don't know; you tend to attract trouble…"

"I do not!" I said, pausing for a moment. "Please, I know you have something in my neck that tracks me. I promise I won't run."

"Five minutes – be back by then," he said. I'll be waiting right here."

"Thank you!" I said, running over and hugging him before running off to a shop I saw earlier.

It was a pet store a nice one at that, but most importantly, it had a dog tag that you could personalize hidden in the back-right corner. My luck turned out to be even better. You could have the dog's name added to the fabric of the collar, but it would be my name instead.

As I was getting started, a woman came up to me and asked, "Can I help you with this little guy?"

Jumping from being startled, I replied, "No, I uh got it, thanks."

"Ok, let me know if you do."

Finally alone, I selected a hot pink collar and chose the words to write on it, 'Hi, I'm Peter Parrish! I'm Alex's bitch,' tucking it into my pocket when done.

I proceeded to make the dog tags and quickly affixed the tags to the collar. I needed two to make it, and I attached them with separate rings. Reading, I smiled a bit before I put them also in my pocket and ran out of the pet shop.

"There you are, Peter," Calvin said as I got back to the table. "Let's go see a movie, hopefully by then your ring will be done."

***

Popcorn and drinks in hand, as we sat, the lights dimmed; it was a relatively empty showing. Sitting in the very top row, there wasn't anyone else nearby, so it was nice to be alone with Calvin as I rested my head on his shoulder and munched on the super buttery popcorn that left my hand drenched in it.

I started giggling as Calvin took my hand and licked the butter off, "I think it tastes better on you than the popcorn," he whispered to me as he set popcorn down and picked me up and put me on his lap. Leaning down, I picked up my bucket of popcorn and started munching away.

"Thanks for spending the day with me" I whispered

"Always buddy," Calvin said while grabbing some popcorn and enjoying it with me. Maybe ten minutes after the film started, his hands reached down and unsnapped my shorts.

"Hey!" I murmured.

"Shh, just a little fun," he whispered into my ear.

"I guess," I said as I looked around.

The movie was too loud for anyone to hear me squeak, and with everyone below, I guess nobody would see us. Pushing down his shorts a bit, he reached into the popcorn bucket and moved his hand around. Doing so, he was able to collect some butter to be used for lubricating his cock before lifting me and holding me in place. I could feel his cock lined up as he slowly set me back down, impaling me on his tool.

Not a squeak came out of me, as I was too nervous. I even put my hand over my mouth to keep quiet.

"That's it, good job Peter," Calvin said, slowly lifting and setting me back down.

It was a thrilling experience in a public place. I doubt anyone else was having this kind of experience in the building. With each small thrust, I truly felt full, in both my stomach and my rear. A few moans and squeaks escaped me as my tingles came and went quickly. Unlike the other night, it only took Calvin maybe 10-15 minutes before he came, also bringing me to my second dry orgasm. Breathless, he kissed my cheek again.

"Thank you," I said while returning a quick peck.

Slipping both our shorts back up, Calvin adjusted me to where I lay across his lap with my head on his shoulders and feet on the other seat. The bliss and darkness made it impossible to keep my eyes open as I drifted off.

***

I could feel him carrying me out of the theater, but it was still dark in the room as I slowly blinked my eyes open.

"Your ring is ready, Peter," he whispered in my ear. "I don't think you were paying attention in there, so let's go get it."

"Oh… okay." I yawned, never lifting my head from his shoulder. A few people awed at the sight of him carrying a sleepy me, but if only they knew what had made me so tired, they wouldn't be awing at the cum that leaked out of me.

"You need to inspect the ring, Peter," Calvin said as he was setting me on my own two wobbly feet.

Taking his hand, I blinked a few times and stared before me at the gem laden ring that I had requested, "It's fine," I yawned.

"No, really take a better look," he said, laughing.

Looking at it, I thought it was so shiny.

"What do you think of it, little guy?" The jeweler asked.

"Shiny," I murmured.

"He likes it," Calvin said, snatching the ring and paying for it.

Eventually, I woke up, but it took a sharp smack on my butt once we were walking to the car "What was that for" I whined.

"You need to stay awake, that's what."

"Did I do something bad?" I said as he buckled me in the back seat. "I'm sorry if I did."

"No, I just need you to stay awake." He said with a kiss on my cheek, "You can sleep later; everyone else is waiting."

I still dozed off and on in the car as we drove back, "Wow, you tired him out." Alex said while pulling me from the car.

"Why do you think I texted you to meet us down here, you get to carry him."

"All those tacos" I groaned as I was pretending to be still asleep as we made our way back towards our room

"Did you feed him tacos?"

"No, he must be dreaming of them," Calvin replied, laughing. "All we had was Pretzels and went to a movie."

"Well, I'm going to give him a bath, a cold one at that to wake him up."

"I'm awake! I'm awake!" I said in a panic, "Please no cold bath!"

"Ho… too late little one," Calvin said while tickling my ribs.

"It's not too late if you can shed your clothes before the elevator doors open and you streak into the bathtub," added Alex.

Before Alex even finished talking, my shirt hit his arms, and by the time the elevator doors opened, I snatched the keycard from Calvin and bolted holding only my shorts that had a different surprise than usual for Alex.

As I sat patiently in the empty tub with my shorts hidden, I heard the two laughing, "Did you see how fast he ran?"

"I just saw the streak of him," Alex said. Laughing, he entered to see me frowning at him. "Oh, come on, it was funny."

"It was not! You're lucky there's nobody else on this floor with us!" I said, "If I weren't in the tub waiting for you, I would have stomped my foot!"

"Oh, calm down and stand up; I need to plug the drainer of the tub."

"Mm… No," I said while crossing my arms, closing my eyes and tilting my head up.

Leaning down, I felt his hand tracing my spine, "I'll just lift that little bottom of yours," Alex said as his hand slipped under me. "Lord Stinky…. Lord Greasy Butt!"

"What?" I giggled.

"Why is your butt greasy? Did you sit on something?" Alex said while holding me up in one arm and dropping the drain in with the other.

"Yeah," I giggled.

"Well?" He said as he sat me on the edge of the tub.

Holding a straight face was hard, "Well, what?"

"What did you sit on?"

"I don't know! Ask Uncle Calvin."

"CALVIN," He shouted. "Come here!" as he bent me over the tub.

A response soon came back, "What?" He said as he came

"What is this?" Alex said as his interrogation of me failed.

"Peters butt?"

"I know that, but why is it covered in grease?" He said as he was parting my cheeks.

"Can we not?" I asked, "I would like just to bathe."

"That's not grease," Calvin said while trying not to laugh as Alex played me like a bongo.

"Well, what is it?"

"Oh, he didn't tell you?"

"What didn't he tell me?"

"Why don't you taste it?" Calvin said as he started to burst out laughing as he was leaving the room.

I could feel Alex's warm breath on me as he was maybe inches from my opened rear.

"Squeaks, if you tell me what you did, you won't be in trouble."

"In…In trouble?" I whimpered out.

"Yes."

Pausing, I looked over my shoulder and saw a scowl on my dad's face "It's… butter."

"Why do you have butter on your butt?"

"Popcorn from the movie," I said as Alex turned on the water sitting down, keeping one hand on my back. "Please, I don't want to be in trouble."

"What is it doing on your butt?"

"Cal…Calvin wanted to play."

"After the movie?"

"During." I whimpered, "Please, can't we just have a bath?"

"Ok, just wanted to know," Alex said, tugging me down onto his lap.

He was rough in washing me, pulling and tugging on me. Silently I sat there as he roughly scrubbed me. Oh boy I thought he's not happy with me. Maybe if I pretend he's hurting me, he will be less rough?

"Ouch!" I yelped as he scrubbed my armpit.

"Oh, stop it that didn't hurt."

"It did too." I said, frowning as I looked up, "You're rough."

"Just making sure you're extra clean." Alex said as he pinched the side of my butt, "Be good, or I'll spank yah."

"Ok," I said quietly, as I endured the rough scrubbing.

***

When he was drying me, I noticed how red my skin was. I don't know what I did to make him upset with me, but I knew I had to make it up to him. As we walked back to the room, I retrieved the collar and walked over to the bed where Alex lay looking up at the ceiling.

"Daddy," I softly said as I stood in front of him. "I'm sorry for whatever I did."

"Peter, you aren't in trouble." He said while laughing. "I honestly was just trying to make sure you were clean, butter is super oily and can be hard to scrub off sometimes."

"Oh, okay, I thought you were mad at me." I giggled, "Can you sit up? I want to give you one of your two gifts."

"Peter, you were only supposed to get one." He sighed. "How much did you spend?"

"Hum… I don't know. Uncle Calvin swiped the card on one, and the other one was like $15 in total?"

"As long as you stayed under $10,000, I'm fine with it, or your next monthly allowance will pay off that bill."

"Ten thousand?" that number was far more than I thought I could have ever spent.

"Yes, any more than that, and it will come out of your allowance," Alex said, closing his eyes.

"I have an allowance?"

"Of course, you do, to buy books, games, toys, but it's only $50 a month. Books get their own $50 allowance since its good for you to read."

"Hum… ok… do you want to put this on me?" I asked as I put the collar in my mouth and started to crawl up on top of him.

"Put what on you? You're not supposed to have clothes." Alex said with his eyes still closed.

Silently I hovered above him. Still not opening his eyes, I shook my head about to get the tags to jingle against each other.

"Peter, if that is what I think it is, you're going to get spanked."

Dropping the collar, I giggled as it landed on his face, "Spankings only turn you on."

"But they hurt you."

"Live, laugh, love, but sometimes pain is in all of those…eventually." I sighed, "And come on… we did all the other roleplaying. You can walk me around the room."

"You don't have a leash."

"I do, too," I giggled, "it's over in my shorts."

Sighing, he finally opened his eyes, moved the collar off his face, and looked at it in his hand.

"Wow, you did it…" Alex said, inspecting the fine craftsmanship that a $15 machine could do.

"Are you gonna make me your bitch?"

"No." He sighed; leaning up gave me a quick kiss, "at least not right now."

"Why not?"

"I'll be back, you stay here, and I mean right here as a good boy would." He said, patting the bed. "I'll be back."

What could he be doing? Ugh, maybe he didn't like my first gift? Perhaps it was time to use my second one. Grumbling and fumbling through the pockets of my shorts, I pulled out the ring and kept staring at it. It was the perfect size for a particular spot that my dad loved.

Slipping it on, I adjusted it and sat on my knees, waiting for him to return, I kept peering at the back of the door. As the doorknob turned, I sat straight up and started smiling. Except – it wasn't Alex!

"Ugh – Uncle Calvin, why are you here?"

Smiling as he saw me, "Oh, I came to see if you knew why your dad rushed out the door so quickly."

"Oh, hum…" I said, blushing, "No idea."

"Take that off right now!" he shouted as he rushed over to me. Slipping the ring off me, "That could have ended badly for you."

"What? It fit, how could that hurt my wee-wee?" I giggled.

"Because it may fit now, but when you get excited, it will hurt," He said, as he inspected the ring. "It's very sexy but very dangerous."

"Oh… thank you." I sighed. Maybe I need to think through my plan better. "Do you know when daddy is going to be back?"

"He said in about 10 minutes. Just left where ever he was going," Calvin said as he used his index finger to stroke my hardening cock. "See how much bigger it got, that plan would have backfired badly for you."

***

"Already trying to steal him back, are you?" Alex said while walking in with a brown paper bag startling both of us.

"He couldn't steal me from you if he tried," I said as I walked over and hugged him. "Where'd you go? You aren't mad at me, are you?"

"I was a little." He said while leaning down and whispering, "But you're right, it's the last roleplaying we haven't done that we will try."

"What are you two up to?" Calvin said as he walked over and tried to peek into the bag that Alex had brought in.

"Not right now," Alex said, snatching the bag away, "Be patient for a bit longer and make sure the others are in the living room." Grinning from ear to ear, Alex and I watched as Calvin left the room.

"What's in the bag?" I asked quietly as he lowered it and handed it to me.

"Take it and get on the bed," He said while ruffling my hair. "It's to make the collar make a bit more sense."

As I sat back on the bed, I was excited and confused. Was it a chew toy? No, that wouldn't make any sense for me to have. "Come on!" I whined, "I'm tired of waiting."

"Lay on your tummy, and I'll get started." Rolling over, I got a smack on my butt.

"Ouch! Why did you do that?"

"For getting the collar silly, I told you that you would get a spanking for getting it. Now close your eyes for this."

"Last time I closed my eyes, I was dressed up as a mouse."

"And this time, my little darling, you will be a pooch, more importantly, my pooch," Alex said as I heard the crinkle of the bag, and something was placed on top of my head. "One down one to go."

With another crinkle, I heard the too familiar sound of a bottle cap snapping open and then something big pressing for entry.

I did let out a little yelp as it worked its way forward. "What is that?" I said, squirming as the intruder pushed in.

"A puppy dog tail," Alex said, smacking my butt once more as he stopped pushing. "They're all set. You can open your eyes."

"I don't get it." I sighed. "I mean, how is this roleplay?"

"Oops, almost forgot," Alex giggled while running his hand up my back before crawling over me and putting his head next to mine. "Can't have a pooch without a collar, he would be sent to the pound and adopted by a new family."

"Woof." I giggled as I felt him putting the collar around my neck and adjusting it to where it was fitting just right, not too loose and not too tight. Picking me up, he slipped some things over my knees and palms.

Looking up at him questionably, I was about to open my mouth to speak, "Ah – those are so when you crawl around, you won't hurt your knees or hands."

"Oh, okay," I said while inspecting the padded material. It wasn't too soon that I was acting as if I was boxing, punching Alex's sides as we rolled around on the bed laughing.

"Now, where's that leash?" He said as he placed me in front of the mirror.

I could see I had a pair of dog ears in my hair and a tail coming out of my butt that caused me to giggle.

"What kind of dog am I?" I asked as he came behind me and put his arms around me.

"A horny little puppy, that's what you are."

"No, what kind of dog breed am I?"

"I'll find that out later," He said as he snapped the leash around my neck. "Come on, Petey, time for your daily walk."

Getting on my hands and feet, I giggled and giggled as we walked out and saw the surprise on the Pops and Calvin's face. It was only made better by the amount of laughter that the twins provided.

"If you're already getting bored with Peter, Alex, I'll take him; I mean already roleplaying?" Calvin said while laughing.

"Hey!" I whined, "I'm not boring."

"Puppies can't talk," Alex said while sitting, then leaning down and picking me up. "What do you guys think? Just adopted him."

"He's a cutie," Walter said, reaching over and fondling me only to have me whimpering as I heard the next few words. "Going to get him fixed?"

"I doubt it'll be needed. Unless he misbehaves, I'll let him be," Alex said while I nuzzled my way to my favorite resting spot, my head between his neck and shoulder.

"So, why are you two doing this?"

"Awe, you didn't even see Peters' favorite piece, he picked it as one of our bonding gifts." Looking at me closer, they both shook their heads at me.

"What?" I said while smiling

"Shush you," Alex said while pinching my side.

"He's your bitch? Why did you make him get this?" Calvin said, trying not to laugh.

"Read the tags," Alex said while lifting me and adjusting me to where I now sat sideways on his lap.

"I know I would love to do both," Walter said while patting my head.

"And I've done one of those today," Calvin said while pinching my cheek.

***

Evan and Sam came over and started to read the tags. "You two do not get to speak like that, but I will dress you up like that, maybe," said Calvin.

"Ok, and you had your fun with Peter? How? We were out all day!" Evan exclaimed.

"They were naughty and did something they shouldn't have." Alex said, now patting the side of my butt, "And Peter earned a spanking that has yet to be awarded."

As I looked up briefly, I soon turn my gaze down to my feet, as I knew there was no chance of protesting my fate. Closing my eyes, maybe it was possible to escape this fate if I fell asleep. But as I started to doze into my sleep, my nose was pinched.

"Why?" I whined.

"That's another whack for talking poochy," Alex said while stroking my head.

It was weird to watch the others come over, rub my tummy, and tell me how much of a good boy I was. It wasn't until Calvin took me when Alex had to go to the bathroom, that I had moved since in what probably had been an hour and a half.

"Alright, let's pop the ring on the collar, and you put it right in front of his eyes and see if he notices," Calvin said to me.

It only took about a minute in all to put the ring on, and when Alex returned, I was giddy and could hardly hold still as I sat back on his lap facing him. He stared at me as I smiled back.

"What's gotten into you?"

"Me," Coughed Calvin."

"And me," Walter added.

"Shush both of you." Alex said while laughing, "I get it, we share."

I started planting kisses on Alex's chest and continued upward until I made it to his lips, where I stayed only briefly. Looking in his eyes, I grew frustrated as our gaze lasted more than 10 seconds. He still hadn't noticed the ring, so I started a barrage of kisses over his face.

"Ok, stop it!" he said, grabbing me under the arms and holding me up and away from his body. "Who put him up to this?" he said as he looked around the room. I started to shake my head and shoulders, jingling the collar. "You have had enough sugar for the rest of your life." He was frowning

Finally, giving up, I had to point to the ring. I expected him to be happy, but all he did was lift the ring with one finger and let it drop back down quickly without saying a word. No smile dawned across his face as I expected; he just continued to frown. Reaching around, I undid the collar and dropped it on his lap while wiggling my way free. I got off his lap and walked away, knocking the dog ears out of my hair. I ran into another room while holding back tears. He didn't like it, why didn't he like it?

"Peter, Open the door," Alex said while wiggling the door. Silently I stood removing the tail and went to lay down. I just wanted him to like it; maybe it was too much? I didn't even check how much it cost. I could hear Alex talking and shaking the door, but I ended up dozing.

When I started to wake up, I felt a hand rubbing up and down my back as I was lying on my stomach. How did somebody get in? I had locked the door! Blinking my eyes a few times, I smiled as I saw Fredrick sitting next to me.

***

"Hi there," he said, continuing to rub my back, "Are you alright?"

"He didn't like my gift."

"I saw that."

I jumped as I heard and felt Henry putting his head on my shoulder. "It will all be ok."

"Peter, open the door now," Alex said, still turning the knob. "I can hear you talking."

"He's upset, Peter; you might want to open that door," Fredrick whispered.

"I don't want to!" I shouted back, "Go away!"

"Well, I've been nice enough to let you think you could keep me out," Alex said as the door swung open, holding a key in his hand. "Squeaks, I'm sorry."

"Leave me alone."

"I can't do that," He said as he sat down next to me. Henry and Fredrick were both gone. "Who were you talking to? Was it Henry?"

"Who else would I be talking to, I'm not crazy."

I still hadn't a clue if he knew Fredrick was still in my head. I couldn't risk Alex trying to retake him.

"Look, I'm wearing the ring you got me," Alex said while holding up his hand in front of my face, "I really do like it."

"Yeah… right," I said, rolling away from him. "I'm glad you now like it."

"Hey, I'm sorry. I was just frustrated with you a bit; it took me a moment to realize what that was all about."

Rolling onto my stomach, I brought my knees in, "Just spank me and leave." I said as I buried my head into the pillow

Sighing, the bed adjusted, and I felt his hands rubbing my butt "Squeaks, I've learned that spanking you doesn't always work." Pausing, he leaned over me, and I could feel his cock touching my entrance. "Do you know what does?

"No." I whimpered, barely lifting my head to speak.

"A nice, good, hard fucking."

"No, I don't. I don't want that." I said while shaking my head.

"Ok, that's ok," Alex said while patting my butt. "I will only do that if you think that is a fit punishment."

"Thank you, Dad," I whispered.

"You're welcome, but I still do want to make love to you."

"No, you can't do it tonight!" I squealed as he tickled my ribs.

"Why not?"

"Because I've had you and Calvin all to myself for the last few days," I said while rolling over to defend my ribs. "It's not fair to Sam and Evan."

"Trust me; they have had their fair share of us; they won't mind."

"I mind! I feel bad."

"I promise you that they won't, besides you all will be wee little lads by noon tomorrow and sleeping all the way to England."
"Please, can I sleep alone tonight? Or at least until I fall asleep?"

"You could be trying to run away again, so no, not an option."

"Then come back to bed with me once you're done. I'll stay awake, or you could tie me to the bed again."

"Mmm, that's too sexy not to want to do you."

"Please, trust me. I'm not going anywhere."

"Fine, I guess I'll let you sleep alone, the only way to build some trust."

"Thank you," I said while rewarding him with a kiss.

"I expect not to find you halfway across the state when I wake up tomorrow."

"You won't; I'll be here waiting to be a baby."

"Ok, you go to bed right now; it's late for a 9-year-old."

"I'm 10!" I giggled.

"Sure, you are," Alex said as he was kissing my cheek, smiling as I watched as he walked away and looked back "I mean it. Go to bed right now!"

"I will! I will. Could you turn off the light?"

"I'll be coming back to bed when I'm done."

"Ok, just shut off the light so I can sleep!"

"Don't worry; you will have plenty of rest."

"Then why are you telling me to go to bed?" I groaned.

Finally, he left, "You two coming out again?" I spoke up.

"What do you think?" Fredrick said as he appeared next to me with Henry on my other side.

"See, he liked your gift."

"I don't know; you saw how he looked at it first," I said as I slide an arm under each of them and tried to pull them close to me. "I thought he would like it."

"He said he was just frustrated with you."

"But he didn't say why I don't know what I did." I said sadly, "I'm just trying to be what he wants, his boy."

"And you are my boy," Alex said, startling all three of us. "Hello Fredrick, I thought I got rid of you."

"And you won't ever," I said, rolling over and wrapping him in my arms. "How can you even see him?"

"Parrish projections can be seen by any Parrish."

"Well, don't you try and take him."

"I won't."

"Oh, okay," I said a bit relieved, but I still didn't let go of him. "He's mine."

"I loved the ring; I just didn't realize it was the other gift."

"You didn't seem to like it."

"I was just a bit exhausted." He sighed, "Tell me about what the gems meant. Calvin said something about them."

"Your birthday is in January, and it's the red stone, and September is blue, but I'm going to have a January birthday with you now, so the ring has a square of red ones around it, then with that one of each of the other months so you know I was always yours."

"Aw, that's so sweet of you." He said as he kissed my forehead, "You don't have a choice anyway, you're all mine."

"Yeah," I said quietly while looking away from him. "I know."

"Alright then, now go to bed." He said, giving me another kiss. "That's an exceptional ring, and I will always keep it with me."

"Ok," I said as I closed my eyes. It was weird I hadn't even noticed that both Henry and Fredrick had departed back into my head mid-conversation. "Goodnight, dad."

"Goodnight, kid."

***

It was weird to sleep alone. I tossed and turned, missing the warmth that had been elsewhere. Once morning came around, I groggily sat up in a silent hotel room. Wandering around and checking the rooms, nobody was here. I even checked the panic room, nobody, they were gone.

"Dad? Anyone?" I called out as I got nervous and scared, did they abandon me? I was almost in tears when the door opened, and I saw Walter walk in. "Pops!" I yelled as I rushed into his arms. "Where have you been?

"We were just ordering the breakfast cart." He said as he walked me to the couch. "Did you think we left you?"

"Yeah," I said as I rested my head against him and yawned. "I thought you guys decided you didn't want me after all."

"Well, you guessed wrong." He said while shaking his head. "Too much time and effort in you to abandon you.

***

"Good morning Peter," Sam yelled, running into the room and jumping onto Walter and me.

"Good morning Sam," I said as I was made into a Parrish sandwich.

"Are you excited?" He asked as my eyes bugged out of my head, seeing Evan running to join the pile.

"Yeah…" I said, trying to grab a breath as I felt Evan's weight.

"Ok, boys, I think you're crushing us," Walter said as he tried to pull me out of the dogpile.

Sam and Evan both rolled off us, and I caught my breath as I saw Calvin and Alex laughing while setting plates of food.

"Let's feed the pack of hyenas," Alex said jokingly.

But the real joke came from Calvin. "Hyenas? They are more like a bunch of Chihuahua."

"We are not!" we all said in unison.

"See, they have that weird twin thing; somehow, Peter's in on it."

"No we don't!" again we all said in unison before looking at each other and laughing

"Maybe we do." Sam giggled.

"Eat up then baths and then baby time," Alex said, clapping his hands excitedly a few times while looking at me.

We ate the food, and everyone acted like it was a typical day, laughing and chatting. I joined in the conversations but still was a bit nervous, and I think Alex could sense it when he was bathing me.

"You nervous, Squeaks?"

"Yeah, I am," I said

"There isn't a need to be, you will be with Pops or me or Calvin through it all, and once you wake up, you will be so much happier."

"Are you sure I'll wake up as me? What if, for some reason, Henry or Fredrick accidentally do."

"That isn't a possibility, Henry won't, and Fredrick has no idea how to, and I doubt he would."

I was a bit more relaxed after that, or maybe it was the back rub he was giving me or just his fantastic bathing skills. I don't know why it made me feel so good, but everything seemed to have washed away – all my worries along with the germs.

"How are you so good at baths and making me feel good?"

"Well… I have been doing it for a long time for starters, and you are not the first boy I have given baths to, so it comes with experience."

I was falling into him as he dried me and picked me up and rocked me back and forth in his arms.

"I love you," I said as I lay against him, watching him in the mirror.

"I love you too." He said while setting me down and started dancing with me. "This is just like one of the first times I saw you with your mom."

"Yeah, but I had clothes on then." I giggled. "And I didn't love you and was scared of you."

"And look at my brave little boy now." He said, pausing and squeezing my butt "In love with dancing and me."

Smiling, I just wrapped my arms around him before he pulled me off and started twirling me around the bathroom with both of us laughing. We heard a voice and realized we had an audience; everyone was watching us.

"Well, we didn't want to interrupt, but our plane leaves in an hour, so let's get this show on the road," Walter said.

"Ok, ok," Alex said, smiling as he picked me up.

"Hey, hum dad, doesn't it take longer to get through the airport? My mom said she always got stuck in line and almost missed all her flights."

"Shh, we fly privately on our jet. Each of us has one, so we don't have to go together."

"Oh, that's cool." I sighed.

***

As we reached the table, I could see three glasses of that weird liquid I drank back at the cabin, and there was another Icey blue looking one as well.

"Did I tell you haven't been on a plane before?" I said.

"I think you have," Alex said, patting my butt. "It's ok to be nervous; it's your first time doing this."

"Are you sure I'll wake up?"

"Yes, sweetums, I am."

"We will go first," Evan offered.

"Yeah, it's no big deal; we have done it uh, 13 times." Giggled Sam.

"Ok." I gulped as they had each one of us sit in a chair across from the adults.

"Ok, you need to drink the silver first, then the blue Petey." Walter said, pointing at each one when he told their respective colors, "It may not taste delicious, but it will make you into a baby."

"Ok."

"Are you ready?" Alex said happily, "You will be my little guy."

"Yeah, so hum… how do you change our hair and what not?"

"Ah, yes, we've added those ingredients already, and then we just wing it." Calvin chimed in.

"What?" I said worriedly, "You mean I could look like something other than what you want?"

Laughter soon burst through the room from the adults as I sat looking at them puzzled.

"No, no, we added drops of dye for the hair first, then the eyes. They're a bit trickier as we have to mix the two colors, then add one drop of each." Alex added, "Well, that's for the multicolor look you have. To do something else, we would drop in blue or whatnot."

I wanted the nervous feeling to be gone, and I was always told to face my fears, so without much thought, I looked at the twins and smiled before looking back to the adults who should be taking care of me.

"OH ok," I said, grabbing the silver drink and drinking it before the twins did, and then I drank the blue one just as quick.

"Peter!" Alex exclaimed.

"What?" I giggled as the room started to blur a bit, and I could feel myself falling asleep, "Promise me that I will wake up."

"You will; we wanted to talk a bit more," Alex said, but with each word, the sound grew distant.

"Later." I murmured, "Goodnight."

Everything was just black as I spun in circles, "Hello?" I shouted only to hear my voice echoing

"Hello."

"Henry!" I squealed in delight as the darkness turned into the cabin.

"Your first reset has begun, buddy."
"Yeah," I said as we walked around. "Is Fredrick here too?"

"He's somewhere nearby, but I asked to talk with you."

"Oh, okay."

"This is one of your memories, minus the people; it's essentially a dream that all three of us will be in until the daze of the reset wears off."

"Oh, how long does it last?" I asked as I looked out to the lake.

Had I not recognized how beautiful it was out here? No, I was just busy running off a cliff or spent all my time inside.

"Alright, focus back on me; you will have 6-7 years if not eight, based on the amount I saw you take."

"Eight…. Wow." I said as I was barely listening but still looking out at the views. "Is this what it was like when you did this?"

"You go where you were most happy."

"Really? Where did you go?"

"I don't remember that yet," Henry replied quietly.

"Oh, hum… I'm sorry," I said as I hugged him.

"That's ok; I'm sure with your help, I will remember them soon enough."

"We have the time," I said while grabbing his hand. "But we have the time to play as well."

Running off, Fredrick soon appeared, and we all laughed and laughed forever and never grew restless.

A voice soon sent a shudder down my spine. "Soon, my love, you will truly be mine."

To Be Continued