Todd ran away from his foster home in order to go to live with Lionel, a man he had met in an internet chat room. Lionel was a dominate dad type, his nickname was DomDad35. He was 37 years old now, but saw no reason to change his nick from the one he had been using for some time. The man offered to fulfill Todd’s fantasy of being taken over by a big, strong man.

Lionel wanted a fourteen year old boy like Todd to use as he wished. And what he desired to use Todd for, in part, was to bring in other boys. He believed that the youngster could accomplish that for him far better than he could by himself. A bear of a man, 6 foot, heavy set with a bushy, black beard, it was difficult for him to approach kids directly without frightening them away. Whereas, one youth can go up to another, sound him out by talking dirty and watch for a promising reaction.

Then his boy could propose an activity in an apparently private place. Lionel would walk in on whatever was going on and assume command. The obvious power of his physical presence, along with experience and skill, would be sufficiently intimidating to obtain obedient compliance from most kids.

*****

It was a trip of less than two hundred miles, by public transportation, to the state’s principal city, where Lionel resided. The directions Todd had received from the man were adequate to lead him to correct apartment building. The lad pressed the buzzer.

“Yeah?” a heavy voice asked.

“It’s me,” he said into the intercom. Without further word, the electric lock on the door clicked. The kid hurried to get it open. He walked one flight up a broad marble staircase then a narrower second set from the second to the top floor. It was an old building, not much modernized when converted from offices into apartments.

Todd rapped his knuckles on the door marked 3C. It opened at once, and there was the man, at first impression, bigger than the youth had thought.

“Get in here, boy,” Lionel ordered.

The kid skipped into the room. “Yes, sir,” he responded as trained.

Lionel saw that it was the same short, thin, brown haired, brown eyed boy as in the pictures he had been sent, and was satisfied. The youth was nice looking without being exceptional. “Strip yourself,” he said.

Briefly, the youngster wondered if he should do so right there and whether he should put his clothes on one of the armchairs or on the hassock in front of the nearest one. Then he decided that where he was would do and he should just drop them on the beige, wall to wall, carpeted floor. The man, he saw, had taken a seat on the sofa.

Todd felt the man’s eyes on him as he undressed. It almost took his breath away. He experienced a hard on long before he was done. “Come here, son,” the big guy said, when he had finished. He went to the man, his erection wobbling in front of him.

“Get up on my lap,” he was told, and obeyed. “Put your arm around my neck.”

Lionel rubbed the youngster’s stomach. “Spread you legs for me.” The kid complied, dropping one off the side of the couch. He rubbed the inside of the boy’s thighs.

“Pinch your nipples and get them hard for me,” he instructed. Todd had done this for the fellow while they were chatting on the net. So he knew how to do it and what the effect would be. Soon they were both enlarged and stiff. The kid thought that if the guy touched his dick right now he might have an immediate ejaculation.

But that didn’t happen. “Play with your nuts for me.” Todd handled himself.

“Get one nut in your hand.” The youth did.

“Squeeze it and keep squeezing it harder until you can’t stand it. Tell me when that is.”

“Now,” Todd urgently announced, a few moments later.

“OK, hold it for ten seconds.” Lionel held his arm out and turned his wrist to view his watch. “I’m timing you.”

It was a long ten seconds for the boy. Then the man gave him permission to let go. “Shit” Todd said, quietly.

“How do you feel?”

“Sick to my stomach.”

Lionel wiped some sweat from the kid’s forehead. “Yeah. You did really well. Good boy,” he commended. He opened Todd’s mouth without resistance, covered it with his own and stuck his tongue in.

The youngster found the praise and the French kiss electrifying. His penis, having begun to soften during the ball squeezing, sprang back to attention.

“How’s you stomach now?”

“OK.”

“And your nut?”

“It throbs,”

“Yeah, it will for a while,” the fellow informed him. “Turn over and lie across my legs.”

“I need to pee,” Todd informed the man.

“Later,” he was told.

The youngster stretched himself over the man’s thighs, his head in the direction indicated.

“Spread your legs for me,” the man ordered. “Good. Now hump a little, I want to see your ass work.”

Todd did as directed.

“Enough.”

The kid felt a restraining hand on his rump further indicating that he should stop. Lionel pried the kid’s buns apart and had a look at the anus.

“Put your hands back here and keep your ass cheeks open for me.” Todd reached back and made his hole accessible as the man had done.

Leaning over the prostrate youngster, the fellow opened a drawer in the coffee table in front of him. From it he removed a jar of Vaseline. He applied a dollop and wiped his hands on the boy’s back. Returning the lubricant to the drawer, the man selected a middle sized butt plug from the several that were available to him.

This one had longitudinal ribs that would provide extra feeling when rotated in the boy’s sphincter. Lionel inserted it firmly to the point where resistance was encountered. The kid would take some stretching before he would be ready for him to screw, the fellow noted.

Leaning forward and bending his elbow he pushed the plug in until it was tight. Todd groaned. Lionel waited for a good minute before beginning to twist the device in the opening as well as moving it back and forth. He gave the youth a fifteen minute treatment. Then he removed the instrument and replaced it with a smaller one that could be left in.

Todd moaned with pleasure throughout the exercise. This was exactly the sort of thing he had wanted. Finally he was going to live life instead of merely wishing for it. Lying naked over the man’s thighs while they guy did whatever he wanted with him was wonderful. And the feelings in his anus were delicious.

Lionel wiped the grease off the kid’s back and bottom with a hand towel. “OK,” he said, “back up on my lap. Put your right arm around my neck like before, and hold yourself up.”

“I really need to pee, now. I’m liable to have an accident,” the kid warned.

“No you won’t. You don’t want to pee all over me and the sofa.”

“No, but I really have to go.”

“Yeah. Soon,” Lionel told him.

The man leaned forward, taking Todd with him, and this time took a plastic bottle of mineral oil from the drawer. He put some over the tip of the kid’s hard on and let it run down the sides. Then he began to masturbate the boy.

“Put your hand over it when you’re going to cum,” he was told. “I don’t want it going all over.”

Not wanting it to take too long, Lionel pumped the kid fast and hard. Already excited by everything that had been done to him so far, Todd felt the quick build up to orgasm. He quickly moved his free hand over the end of his dick just in time for the explosion. Three jets, in rapid succession struck his palm. The rest oozed out more slowly.

“It was a good one, wasn’t it” the man asserted.

“Yeah,” Todd confirmed.

“It usually is when you need to piss. Do you still feel like going?”

“Huh. No,” the boy said, surprised to find that this was so.

“You will pretty soon.” Pressing down and with a circular motion, the fellow began to rub the kid right below the belly button. The urgency to urinate became intense.

“Wow! That’s really making me need to go.”

“Yeah, it should,” Lionel said, continuing the deep massage.

“Oh, man, I don’t know if I can hold it much longer.”

“OK, come on. But don’t start ‘til I tell you.”

The fellow led Todd to the bathroom. “Get in the shower,” he ordered.

A medium sized, dark green tiled, stall shower faced the door to the bathroom. The boy entered it and waited anxiously while the man undressed. Then the fellow joined him.

“Kneel down in the far corner,” he was told. “Bow your head. When I start to piss you can.” And a second later a stream of warm smelly liquid hit the top of his head and began to run through his hair.

“Yuck,” Todd thought.

“As soon as we’re done, I’ll put the shower on and we can rinse off.”

Its odd how these things are, but it took the boy a while to start. When the man’s urine began flow over his chest run down into his crotch the need to pee overcame the surprise of this activity and with considerable relief he began to void his bladder.

“It feels great to go when you really need to,” Lionel said, redirecting his stream over the kid’s shoulders and arms.

“Yeah,” Todd readily agreed.

After their shower, Lionel played a lot of other games with Todd. So by bedtime, the boy was exhausted. In the king size bed, Todd lay on top of the man, his legs splayed over the fellow’s hips, his arms around the large body, his head resting on an oversized shoulder. He didn’t think he could get to sleep that way. And that was the last thought he had until morning.

*****

If Lionel could have been satisfied with having only Todd to play with, there wouldn’t have been the troubles that visited him. But he insisted on bringing other boys into the games.

He taught the lad how to do it. Then Todd scoured the neighborhood on weekdays and they went camping on weekends. Once the youngster had a kid back at the apartment or in the camper he would take out Lionel’s collection of pornography. He would try to get his playmate into fooling around with him or at least jerking off. Then he would lower a curtain to signal the waiting man.

After a half hour, if there were no signal, Lionel would come in anyway. Merely looking at the magazines and pictures wasn’t nearly as good a justification for punishment as the other things, but it would have to do. He would feign anger and order Todd to strip.

“Yes, dad,” Todd would say in compliance.

“Is that really your dad?” the other kid might whisper in awe.

“Yep,” Todd would acknowledge as he undressed. “This is how he punishes me.”

“Come over here, you,” he would gruffly say to the other boy.

“He won’t hurt you, if you do what he says,” Todd would advise his new friend.

The kid would figure out that the man would hurt him if he didn’t. So over he would go. Lionel would handle him roughly to show the kid his strength. Taking the youngster’s biceps in a vise-like grip, he would comment, “Kinda scrawny. Is there a muscle there?”

“Do you jerk off a lot? Can you cum yet?” the big man would ask. It didn’t matter what the answers were or if the youth answered at all.

“Come over here son,” he would command. “Jerk off into your hand.”

Todd knew the routine. He would proceed to do as he had been told. In a minute or so he would have the result in the palm of his left hand. He would hold it up for his “dad’s” inspection, and then show it to the other boy. Lionel would have hold of the kid by his shirt collar.

“Sniff it,” he would order the youngster. And he would force the lad’s head over if necessary. Todd would be smiling because he knew what was next.

“Lick it.” The kid wouldn’t move to comply. Lionel would give the boy’s backside a good hard smack with the flat of his hand. “Lick it!” This would be repeated as needed. Eventually a pink tongue would emerge to barely touch the pool of sticky goop. “Lick it all up.”

Forced or voluntary, Todd liked to see a youngster lick his semen. It gave him the feeling of a personal contact that was immensely satisfying and a sort of thrill that nothing else did. Sometimes there were tears, usually not.

“All right son, take his pants down,” Lionel would say. Todd would undo, unbutton and unzip, then kneel to haul pants and underwear down together. “Suck his dick.” It would usually be limp at this point.

“Hold on to his balls, son, get a good grip.” This would keep the boy in place while Lionel knelt behind the kid. Spitting into his hand he would wet the youth’s anus, then finger fuck him. Working the prostate along with Todd’s fellatio would eventually produce an erection and ejaculation.

Todd would have liked to stand at this point, open the youngster’s mouth and French kiss him, mixing their two fluids. But he didn’t want to risk getting his tongue bitten.

*****

This, of course, was the problem. Sooner or later, a boy was going to overcome his reticence at telling what had been done to him. The newspapers reported how Todd had gone from being a victim to being a perpetrator. He was given a choice. He could testify against Lionel and be dealt with later as a juvenile offender or refuse and be charged as an adult.

It was a sensational trial. What Todd didn’t know and no one chose to tell him, was that after he had completed his juvenile sentence he could be kept incarcerated indefinitely as a violent sexual predator.