“I… I don’t think about girls. You are the only man I’ve ever met, besides Father. But I look at the boys in the magazines, I guess.” I said carefully, wrapping my head around the fact that Uncle Benjamin was more like me than I had imagined.
He smiled and nodded at me before walking out the door.
When I heard the door lock, I breathed a sigh of relief. I was alone. I had too many thoughts spinning through my head and I felt dizzy.
Benjamin was correct, I didn’t know who I was. Was I Danny Gothel or someone else? Would I ever discover the truth?
I shivered and went into my room and cried myself back to sleep.
Chapter Three
Over the next couple of weeks, Uncle Benjamin visited more often than I assumed he would. He brought me small gifts from the outside world, and I began to cherish his attention and conversation. He wasn’t as venerable and educated as Father, but he was worldly and took an interest in things that I liked. He made me feel as important as the rest of the world, even if I could never experience it.
He told me tales of his exploits and regaled me with stories of Father and himself when they were younger. It made me feel closer to Father and took away a bit of my loss, somehow. I suppose having a bigger picture of him, learning new things about his life, made the absence of him feel lighter.
Benjamin never brought up my parentage again. It was as if he didn’t find it relevant, but thought I should know. I was still wary of him because of it. He wounded me gravely and it took me days to come to the realization that it didn’t matter. Father was Father, no matter what. I belonged to him, even if there was another man out there who sired me; he was no father of mine.
“Danny,” Benjamin turned to me from the bar. “Have you ever had a drink?”
“No,” I answered. I had never even thought about it before. The amber liquid belonged to Father, not to me, so it had never even crossed my mind.
“I’m going to pour you a glass. You are a man, Danny. Have a drink with me.” His smile was hard to say no to. I did want to please him. He was all I would ever have. “I promise that you are not allergic to it. Jonathan gave me a strict list to go by. It’s safe.” He walked over and handed me one of the heavy glasses. The amber liquid smelled acrid and stung my nose as I sniffed it.
“You’re supposed to drink it, Danny.” He put his finger under the glass and tipped it towards my lips. I opened my mouth and took a swig. It burned. My throat felt scorched, and I gagged as I swallowed. The liquid made me cough, and I wondered how anyone could drink this corroded concoction.
“Benjamin, that is very gross,” I stuck out my tongue before I tried another small sip. He laughed at me, but before long, the glass was empty. Benjamin filled it again for me and poured himself another while he chatted.
This glass went down smoother, and I began to enjoy the taste. My head felt a little fuzzy and I giggled at unexpected moments. I could feel things slow down and I had a hard time concentrating on what Benjamin was saying to me. I nodded and smiled. My smile felt like it might bust my face in half.
Before I realized what was happening, Benjamin leaned in and placed his lips against mine. They were soft, and I wasn’t sure what I should do. He scooted closer to me and wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me into him.
My first kiss…
I never thought I would have one. I also never thought it would be with someone as old as my uncle… Well, not my uncle, but still… My head spun as Benjamin slipped his tongue inside my mouth. I grasped the cushion to steady myself as I tried to rationalize what was happening. Should I pull away and run to my room? I wanted to.
He took my face in his hands and pulled back from me. “That was your first kiss. Danny, don’t you want to know what it’s like to experience love? What it feels like for a man to touch you? What it feels like to touch a man?” He looked at me seriously, and I didn’t want to answer him. Of course, I did. I had many fantasies while I sat and looked out the window.
“You are my uncle…” I said. My brain was foggy and my tongue thick. I did want to know so badly it burned my insides at night. I touched myself and pretended it was one of the guys from my magazines. But I never thought it could happen. I wanted to say yes. I felt I should say no.
His hand found my crotch and massaged my hardening dick through the linen. My body knew what it wanted. “You’re very beautiful, Danny. One of the most beautiful men I have ever seen, and I am not your uncle. I never have been. Let me show you what you are missing, Danny.” He leaned in and placed his lips against mine again. “Say yes, Danny, and I will show you the world and how important you can be in it.” His hand groped and rubbed my shaft. I moaned. It felt so good, so right, even though he was never whom I envisioned when I fantasized about a man making love to me.
“Yes,” I said quietly, lowering my eyes so I wouldn’t have to look at him. Father would not be proud of me.
He stood up and picked up our glasses and walked over to the bar. “You don’t want me, Danny, and I don’t blame you. Someone as beautiful as you deserves to have his virginity taken by someone worthy of you. You are my merchandise, son, and I will not have you spoiled. How do you think we are going to be able to take care of you, Danny?”
“I don’t understand,” I said groggily. My cock ached, and I felt dirty because of it. “I thought Father left everything to me? Isn’t that enough?”
He turned and looked at me, pitifully. “If only it were Danny. But your father worked to pay for this place. Your food and bills, I mean, to live here in a place like this… It is expensive and I am not made of money, but I do want to take care of you, son. I want to be like a… father to you, I do. But… You will have to help me to do that or we will be thrown out of this place if we cannot pay the bills. You understand that, don’t you? You would die out there, Danny, and I want you to live a long and happy life here, safe behind these walls.” He walked back over and handed us another glass of the burning liquid.
“I don’t understand, Benjamin. What can I do?” I was shaky and unsteady, feeling as if the floor had been pulled out from underneath me. I didn’t want to die. I wanted to live as long as my sickness would allow me.
“I can bring you handsome men, son. Men who will want to make you feel good and will worship you as you deserve to be worshipped. All you will have to do is love them back for as long as they wish. You get something, and they will too. It will stop them from throwing you out onto the street. I live in a small place, Danny, and it would be unsafe for you. This will allow you to live here forever. That’s what you want, isn’t it, son?” He reached over and put his arm around me and pulled me into him. His hand stroked my hair and his other caressed my knee. I laid my head against his shoulder. He was all I had. What could I do? If I wanted to live, I would have to contribute, wouldn’t I?
“Yes, Uncle Benjamin…” I whispered as I closed my eyes. “I will do what you want me to. You are all I have.”
“I am, aren’t I?” He nuzzled into my head. “My sweet, boy. Uncle Benjamin will take care of you, Danny. I would never let anything happen to you. I promise, son.”
I fell asleep on his shoulder, but when I awoke, he was gone.
Chapter Four
The man entered my room as I lay on my bed. I had stood in front of the mirror and brushed my hair until it hung straight and full. I had worked out earlier, so my body would be hard and show the definition I had worked so hard to achieve. I lay naked on the bed, scared of what was about to happen, but also excited. It would be my first time.
Tonight I would no longer be a virgin.
Uncle Benjamin had let me choose which man would be my first. I had picked him. A tall, muscular man with broad shoulders and a short beard who looked manly and strong would be the one who would be my first. His photo had reminded me of an actor I admired in my magazine, Capt. America. His short dark hair gleamed as he entered the room. My blue ceiling light casting shadows around him as he stood there gazing at me. He w
as a Wall Street banker, whatever that meant.
I was excited and scared about what was about to happen. This man would take something from me that I had thought I would never lose. This man would help me to stay alive.
He didn’t say anything as he took his clothes off. He kept his eyes focused on me as he unbuttoned his shirt and let it fall to the floor. He kicked off his shoes and undid his belt. He licked his lips as he unzipped his trousers and let them plummet to the floor, his belt clinking as it landed on the hardwood.
Even in the dim light, I could see his erection. It was larger than mine and much thicker. He strutted over to the bed, his cock bobbing up and down as he approached me. He crawled up onto the bed from the foot, and I quickly found myself in between his large muscular arms as he braced himself on either side of my head. He bent down and sniffed my hair.
“A virgin,” he chuckled. “Do you know hard it is to find someone like you in this city, boy?” He bent down and licked my chin before his mouth found mine. He tasted of alcohol, just as Benjamin had when he stole my first kiss. I liked it. The taste of whiskey on his breath was not unpleasant. His tongue forced its way inside my mouth and he swirled it around. I did the same.
His kiss was electric, much more passionate and needy than the one Uncle Benjamin stole. This one was demanding and dominant. I curled my toes as he sucked on my tongue and bit my bottom lip, a soft moan escaping my lips.
“I brought you a present boy. Do you like presents?” His voice was deep and raspy as if he had yelled too much. I sometimes yelled out the window. No one ever heard me as my voice was carried away by the strong winds.
“Yes,” I groaned as his hard shaft rubbed against mine. “I do like presents…”
“Good. I have a big one for you, boy. Are you going to be a good boy and do everything I say?” He pushed his pelvis into me, and I reached up and put my hands against his beautiful, firm chest. I grabbed some of his chest hair and gently pulled on it. It was mesmerizing. I had never seen a man in person like him. His masculinity was overpowering. I could smell it.
“Yes. I want to learn. I chose you to be the one to…” I could feel the blush spread across my face. “to show me.”
“To steal your virginity, you mean,” he snarled as he bit my lip and pulled. “I am going to show you things you have never seen before, boy.”
He sat up. My cock was pushing between his ass cheeks as he slowly ground himself against it. “I brought something for you, boy.” He caught me staring at his large cock and grinned. “Do you want to touch it? Take it in your hand.”
I did.
“Stroke it,” he ordered. “Mmmm… that’s good, boy. Roll the foreskin over the head.”
I pulled the extra skin he had, and it moved over his massive head. I was enthralled by his foreskin and I pulled it between my fingers. Mine was circumcised. Father and I had studied it in our health class, he had taught me. It was hot. I was hot. I could feel the sweat bead upon my brow, and I wiped at it. My nerves were on edge and I gasped as he scooted down and placed our cock heads together. He pulled his skin down over my cock and covered me with his skin. He then pushed himself into me and I moaned as he stroked us. I grasped onto his shoulders as he thrust gently towards me, our heads rubbing together as his large hands kept up the friction on our shafts.
He took one of my hands and moved it to his nipple. I grasped it, and he gently squeezed my fingers until I was pinching them. He moved his hand and pinched my nipple too. I bucked my hips up and he laughed as he let go of our cocks and his foreskin slowly peeled itself off of me.
He reached down to the foot of the bed and pulled up two ropes. “I told you I brought you something. I want you to let go, boy, and let me use you the way someone like you should be used by someone like me. Understand?” I nodded. I didn’t understand.
He raised one of my arms above my head and used the rope to bind me. My eyes darted to his, and he shushed me, grinning at me as he gently pulled my other arm over my head and wrapped the rope around that one too, securing me to the slats on my headboard. I pulled. They were tight enough that I was trapped.
He placed a finger against my lips. “Shush… this is the way I like to do it, boy. You want to please me, don’t you? You want me to please you, too. This will make it better for both of us. Trust me.” He bent down and nipped at my lips again.
“Open your mouth,” he ordered roughly, as he scooted up and sat near my chest. His large cock rested on my chin. “This is called a blow job, boy. I can’t believe I get to be the first one to slide between those perfect lips.”
I opened my mouth and felt his cock glide over my lips and into my mouth. He pushed himself slowly into me. “Make sure you don’t use your teeth, boy. I would hate to punish you. You wouldn’t wasn’t me to have to punish you, would you?”
I couldn’t answer, but no, I didn’t. I could feel him inside my mouth as he pushed himself back farther, his cock hitting the back of my throat, and I gagged. His fingers went between my teeth and he held my mouth open as he pushed himself back and forth over my tongue. “Breathe through your nose and use your tongue,” he commanded, grasping my hair and pulling my head back, allowing his cock to go further into me. I could feel it hitting my tonsils and pushing down my throat. My eyes watered as I tried hard not to gag. I kept feeling like I might puke every time he hit the back of my throat.
I lay there, letting him use my mouth, trying hard to please him, knowing that if I didn’t, my life would change drastically. It could even end, so I needed to please him. I moaned as he thrust into me. It wasn’t too bad, part of me enjoyed it, and I tried to focus on that feeling. Every now and then, I could feel his pubes hit my nose and tickle me with their coarseness. I liked that.
Was it always like this? Did someone always have to give up control during sex? If that was the case, I wasn’t a big fan of it. I pulled gently at my bonds, which only made him grip my hair harder.
“Enough,” he said as he slid out of my mouth. “I want this virgin hole, boy. Do you want to feel me inside you? Do you want me to fuck you the way you deserve?”
My stomach flipped. Part of me wanted to laugh at his dirty talk. Was that normal? It didn’t make being tied up any better. The ropes had tightened with my pulling on them, and I could feel them biting into my flesh.
“Answer me, boy.” He struck me across my cheek. I could feel the sting as it traveled across, stunning me.
“Yes,” I said, feeling a tear slide down my face.
He grinned, and it was lascivious and ominous. I was his prize, and I chose him, but I was not the one with any power here. He had bought me for his use and that thought raced across my mind. I was nothing more than a whore to him. Like my mother before me. But I was doing it so I could live. Perhaps she had too.
He lifted my legs over his shoulder, and I felt the trickle of something wet and cold run down my crack. He inserted one of his thick fingers inside my hole and I grimaced as he entered me. It burned and felt painful. I let out a hiss as his knuckle passed inside me.
“You are so fucking tight, boy… You’re gonna feel so good when I’m inside you.” He inserted another finger, and I could feel the stretch of what he was doing. I wanted to cry out and tell him to stop, but I didn’t want him too.
“Is it going to hurt?” I whispered as I bit on my bottom lip to prevent myself from yelling.
“Yes.” He looked up at me and leaned in for a kiss. “But it won’t hurt for long. Breathe through it, and eventually, you will like it. I promise.”
I felt his fingers withdraw and the tip of his cock against my hole. He pushed, and I threw my head back and howled as his thick meat slowly entered me.
“Oh God! Please… It hurts,” I begged as I felt him inch in further. It felt as if he were ripping me into as he slid into my guts. Tears flowed from my eyes, down my face, and dripped onto my chest. He leaned over me and I felt myself fold in half as his lips met mine.
“Shhh… It’s gonna be ok
ay, boy. Just a little more,” he tried to soothe me as he rocked his hips slowly back and forth, sawing into me. After a few moments, some of the pain alleviated and it was almost bearable. “It’s halfway in… are you ready, boy?”
“No,” I managed, hissing through my teeth.
He raised himself further over me, pushing me back and folding me in half. My cock sat just a few inches away from my face, and I felt him force the rest of his girth inside me.
“Aaaaah!” I cried out as he slowly ground his pelvis into me, his large cock spreading me and opening me up. It felt like he had impaled me, and my vital organs would be wounded. I was trapped beneath him and couldn’t have escaped if I wanted to. But escape was not a choice for me. This was now my life.
I felt him slide out and then slam back into me. It felt like a jackhammer that was trying to break through to the other side. He thrust himself hard in and out of me and groaned and hissed as he took my virginity. I could feel my eyes roll back in my head with pain as he used me. I felt the pain start to subside and pleasure began to roll through my body as he hammered himself into me. He fucked me hard and then slow until I was groaning and grinding into him.
He was right… It did get better. I reached up and grabbed the ropes that were cutting into me and used them to lift myself up as much as I could. I had no control and was just a puppet for him, just as I was in this life that I was leading. However, I found that this loss was something I enjoyed. I liked being his doll, his boy, his toy, and he played with me until the sweat fell off of his face and onto mine.
His kisses were hungrier than before, and his thrusts more wild and erratic. I felt him spasm and I knew that he had just unleashed his load inside me. He collapsed on top of me and I felt his hardness wither as his cock slowly withdrew from my hole.
He was heavy, and I couldn’t breathe easily under his weight, but there was nothing I could do. So, I laid there until he groaned and rolled off of me. Without a word, he grabbed his stuff and walked out of my room, leaving me tied to the bed frame.
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