R. Preston

Vinnie

As feedback goes, the first one I got from 'Vinnie_19' wasn't unusual. It was actually quite similar to what I myself will send to any author that writes a story that interests me enough.

After sending a few long, well thought out comments about their work and not getting a reply, I now initially just send a brief note, and don't waste any more time on it if, as all too often happens, it goes unanswered.

'Vinnie_19' basically said that he'd read my stories, liked them, and hoped I would soon post some more. That part was common to every response I'd ever received, but what really surprised me when it first happened, but had since turned up in almost half of the 'fan mail' I'd ever had, was the sender saying that they wished they were the boy in one of my stories. By the time 'Vinnie_19' said it, it wasn't really a shock any more, in fact, I would have been far more taken aback if he had wished to be the adult top, as I don't recall ever having anyone wanting to be in that role.

As always, not knowing if that was all he had to say, or if he wanted to discuss things further, I dutifully sent him a thank you note, and in it, let him know that I was always happy to talk to readers about our shared fantasies, writing, or almost anything else they had on their minds.

Apparently, he wanted to discuss a lot of things further, because the next day when I opened my usually barren e-mail account there was a mail from him that (thankfully) had no attachments, but was still large enough to register on the 'storage used' meter there.

At the time, I was working in Seattle at a dead end job at one of the many motels near the airport. I'd gone through a brutally cold winter in the upper Midwest, and the following summer, not looking forward to another year if freezing my ass off, started looking for any job that was someplace warmer and came across one for what that said 'Spa Manager, no experience necessary'. I was certainly qualified, so I gave them a call.

It turned out that 'Spa Manager' was little more than a glorified pool boy that didn't pay much, but it came with a free room and I knew that Seattle would have to be warmer than where I was. I was only twenty-seven, single, didn't have any expensive habits or hobbies, and the job sounded easy enough so I accepted it when it was offered.

Since then I had spent my days taking care of the indoor pool, hot tub and exercise equipment and, following their recipes, making healthy, but awful tasting, snacks and drinks at the small, but for obvious reasons, not very popular juice bar there.

The free room was a bit of a mixed blessing. It turned out to be the one right next to the bar that, because of inadequate soundproofing, they didn't dare to rent out to a paying customer, and because it meant they knew where I was, I would often get called in the middle of the night if there was a problem, even if it wasn't in my area.

For the most part though, it wasn't all that bad. Being near the airport, it was mostly business travelers who stayed there, with the occasional family spending the night before an early flight for a vacation, so it was never that busy, in fact it was usually deserted. I had lots of free time on my hands, so I put the pool and gym equipment to good use, and was probably in the best shape of my life. The weather over the winter was ok too, a little on the rainy side, but at least it was warmer than where I had been, the only problem was that it was now almost summer, and the weather was still almost identical to what it had been all winter.

There was high speed Internet available too, but even though it wasn't part of the bargain, I quickly learned that it was completely unmonitored, and used my laptop freely for writing and surfing, both on the job and in my room. When I saw Vinnie19's mail I was almost finished for the day, and decided that with the large size of it I would be better to do it in my room so I pasted it into a new Word document and shut down my laptop before doing my final check of the area. After a quick burger and beer at the bar, I retired next door to my room and reopened the file.

I don't know if everyone does it, but whenever I correspond anonymously with anyone online, even though I don't try to, I usually imagine what they are like in real life using clues from both what and how they write. Just from his e-mail address I figured Vinnie19 to be at least nineteen, depending how long he'd had the account, and since the only kid I ever knew who went by the name of Vinnie was a big, rather fat, and not very bright kid with a brutal case of acne who went to the same high school as I did, I automatically pictured Vinnie19 to be similar. When the file opened, and the spell checker automatically went to work on it, the huge amount of red and green squiggles on the page did nothing to dispel the idea of him as not the sharpest pencil in the case.

'Well, at least it looks like he's not going to pretend to be a kid', I thought as I scanned the first few paragraphs and didn't see the number 13 or 14, the sure calling card of those who, for reasons I have never been able to figure out, seem to think they should pretend to be an early teen online.

Going back to the beginning, I began slowly and carefully reading through the mail, that wasn't really as hard to do as I thought it would be. There were plenty of typos and spelling mistakes, but they were all close enough to tell what he meant. At least he wasn't using those gr8 text shortcuts!

He started off thanking me for responding to his earlier mail, and telling me that he'd saved and read repeatedly all of my stories that he had been able to find online and set about listing all of them for me. It seemed a little odd, but in character I thought, for him to do that, as if maybe I'd forgotten what I had posted, but I was impressed that he did have the complete list, even a few that I had posted on a little known message board just a few months before it disappeared.

He then went on to tell me that he was sure that he was gay and claim again that he thought, but wasn't sure that he had the same feelings as the submissive boys who were in my stories. He used the rest of the mail to explain why he thought that, and ask questions of me about how he could get a better idea if he was.

After claiming that I really wasn't an expert, I carefully answered all of his questions to the best of my ability, and then after asking a few of him that I thought might be relevant, I sent off my reply. I hadn't realized just how much time I had spent on it, but he seemed genuine and a nice enough kid so I didn't really mind.

The next day, there was a slightly smaller reply from him, answering all of the questions I'd asked of him, and asking a few more of his own. For a week or more we carried on with the back and forth, and he and I both were becoming more and more convinced that he would have fit right in as the boy in any one of my stories. Among other things, he told me that when he was little and would be playing with his friends, he would try to move the games in a direction that would lead to him being tied up, and sometimes even having things done to him, which was identical, but opposite, of what I recalled doing when I was a kid.

Thankfully the mails kept getting shorter, and a little less time consuming. We were moving away from just question and answer sessions on a single topic and the mails were becoming more chatty, with him sometimes coming out with things apparently out of the blue that were totally unrelated to what we had been talking about.

It was during the height of the Britney Spears meltdown, and there was so much coverage of it that, try as I might, it was unavoidable. Out of nowhere, he asked me what I though of it, and, being somewhat opinionated online, I went off on a rant on what I thought of her, the excessive coverage of it and those who salivated over every detail.

I don't remember all of what I said, but I imagine it was quite colorful, as I don't tend to pull any punches when I go on a rant. I do remember ending it by saying that through the whole thing, I really just felt sorry for her kids that were stuck in the middle of it. I sent it off to him, and was surprised to not get a mail from him the following day. We had been making daily exchanges to that point, and I was afraid my rant had scared him off, but the next day there was a surprisingly short mail in my box from him.

It started off with what I'd come to know as being typical Vinnie. He said that he agreed with what I'd said, and thought it was dumb that people were talking so much about it, which I found funny, because he was the one who brought up the subject in the first place, and I assumed he'd done it because he wanted to talk about it. Like I said, it was typical Vinnie.

It was a good thing that I got a chuckle from that, because what came next almost knocked me off my chair!

"My mom would really like for you to call her." He wrote, causing my stomach to quickly try to exit through my throat, before continuing "I know its weird, but she is really cool for a mom, and I can tell her anything. She read your stories too, and it was her that told me I should email you."

He ended the mail by saying, "Please call her anytime at" and then gave the phone number, followed by "Call soon" and then the word "Please," repeated about fifty times.

'What kind of kid tells his mother about something like this?' I thought, and then after a moments thought I answered myself aloud with "Vinnie!" Somehow, I could just see this big bumbling kid I'd imagined telling his mother that he thought he was into 'whips and chains'. It just fit.

Surprisingly quickly I decided I would call her. My stories were protected free speech and I couldn't really come up with anything else I'd done that might be illegal; with the possible exception of practicing psychiatry without a license, but even that would be a stretch. Hell, Anne Landers had done it for decades, and a lot more publicly than I had, and I don't know of anybody giving her any grief over it. Besides, it was worth the price of a call just to find out what kind of a freak show I'd gotten myself mixed up with.

Grabbing the phone book I looked up the area code and wasn't surprised at all to see that it was a Los Angeles exchange. It was still early enough that I decided I might as well call right away, but just because I was willing to talk in person to whoever this was, I wasn't going to be totally careless and call from my room. Not only was it too easy to trace, I had a good idea that the switchboard operator had a bad habit of eavesdropping on calls, judging by the occasional clicks and other odd sounds I would hear while making a call.

Looking out my window I saw that the seemingly constant rain had quit but was threatening to start again at any time so I grabbed my coat, and after buying a pre-paid phone card at the front desk, walked the relatively short distance to the airport. Finding a payphone there was easy, finding one that was in a quieter spot with any kind of privacy took a bit longer, but I eventually found one at the end of an aisle that seemed, for the most part, unused. I may have felt certain that I wasn't doing anything wrong, but my hand was still shaking enough that it took a few tries to get all the numbers punched in.

Part of me hoped there wouldn't be an answer but it only took a couple rings before I heard a click, followed by, "Hello?"

"Yes, someone asked me to call this number." I said, not wanting to give out too much information in case I'd dialed wrong.

"Oh, you must be Mr. Preston, I'm so glad you called." She said cheerfully, making me feel a little more comfortable. She had a strong yet calm voice that sounded strangely familiar, but I knew that she couldn't be anyone I knew playing some kind of a sick prank because no one I knew in real life knew about that e-mail address.

"Yes, Vinnie said you wanted me to call you." I said, knowing that at least I had the right number, but still not sure what to expect.

"Yes I did, but I was afraid I might scare you off, I'm glad I didn't" she said, still sounding too cheerful, all things considered.

"Well, I confess that it is a little… um… unusual… but whatever…" I said, putting my thoughts as politely as I could under such short notice.

"Yes, I know that boys aren't supposed to talk to their mothers about such things, but Vincent and I have a special relationship." She said and then after a pause when she was apparently trying to decide how to best explain it she asked,

"Do you have any kids Mr. Preston?

"No".

"How silly of me, I should have guessed that. Well… if you did, would you rather have them keep everything that goes on in their lives a big secret or would you prefer to have them know that they could tell you anything?"

"Definitely the latter." I said even though I knew it was a rhetorical question.

"Well, Vincent and I have that kind of relationship. I can tell you it hasn't always been easy, and seems to be getting harder all the time, but he knows that whatever he tells me, I won't freak out and will do what I can to support him."

"That's quite impressive." I said, because if it was true, I couldn't think of anyone else who had ever pulled it off.

"Like I said, it's not easy, like a few years ago when he told me he was sure he was gay, and now this… but I think it's better to know about it, and try to honestly understand it, than to find out when it's too late…"

It was still really bizarre, but sounded logical enough. The call was going much better then I had imagined, she was pleasant enough to talk to, even with such a difficult topic, but being mindful of being on a calling card that could run out at any time I said,

"Vincent is very lucky to be able to do that, but I'm curious as to why you wanted me to call you."

"Oh yes, sorry, I guess I've been rambling on. I was glad to have you and Vincent chatting online and it seemed to be going quite well, but the reason I asked you to call was that something has come up. A schedule change really. I'm going to have to be out of town for quite a while sooner than I expected, but I would really like to have a resolution of some sort to this before I go."

"And?" I prompted, when the pause started to become awkward.

"Well, I was hoping I could convince you to come to LA and meet Vincent in person. Hopefully if you get to meet him and talk face-to-face things might go a bit quicker than by e-mail. I realize that it's a huge imposition, and I would be more than happy to make it worth your while to come."

"You do realize that I'm not really any sort of an expert on the subject, perhaps you'd be better of with a professional psychologist or something." I said, thinking I was getting into dangerous territory where I wasn't qualified to go.

"A shrink! Never! I know shrinks, and I've seen your communications with Vinnie. You've done more to figure out what makes him tick in a week than they would in years, and if they ever did figure him out, then they'd want to fix him, and that's not what I'm looking for here. If Vinnie is the way he thinks he is, then I don't want to try to change him into something he isn't. I know all too well what people living a big lie are like, and I don't want that for my son."

I knew it would probably mean quitting my job, but it was just the kind of push I needed to get me out of Seattle before the constant dampness turned me into some kind of a fungus. With the lyrics It never rains in Southern California playing in the back of my mind knowing that the time on the phone card would soon expire I said,

"I guess there would be no harm if I come and just talk to him if you think it will help but I can't guarantee that anything will be resolved by it." emphasizing that I had no intention, and wasn't agreeing to do anything but talk to the kid.

"Excellent! He'll be so excited to meet you," she said excitedly, and then switching to a more businesslike voice continued saying, "I guess that just leaves the issue of your compensation."

"Yeah." I said, buying time because I didn't really know what to say. "I'm just up in Seattle, so I guess I could get there and talk to him for… I don't know… maybe four or five hundred."

"Don't be ridiculous Mr. Preston." She laughed, making me think I'd asked for too much, but finding the opposite as she went on saying, "I'm sure it's a terrible imposition to you, so I insist on paying you at least… lets say five, no make it ten thousand. Would you like me to transfer it to you somehow?"

The fact that she was willing to pay so much more than I asked for, and that she was willing to send it up front told me that I probably didn't have to worry about the money. Not only that, I figured that if I didn't take anything up front, and between now and then decided that this was a bad idea, it would be much easier to bail out, so I said,

"That's alright, I've got enough to get there and I'm sure I can trust you."

"Very well," she said, "give me a call on this number when you have your flight booked, I'll have someone meet you at the airport, and please bring me your bill for the flight, I insist on paying for that too."

Just then the mechanical voice broke in, warning us that we only had a minute left.

"I guess we just made it in time," she laughed, "I'll see you when you get here, and please hurry, I'm sure when Vinnie learns that you're coming he'll be unbearable until you arrive."

"Ok, I'll see what I can do." I got in, just as the line went dead.

After taking a few minutes to collect my thoughts, I decided that since I was already in the airport, booking a flight was the logical first step. There were a lot of airport employees who met for beers after work at the bar next to my room, and I'd met several of them, so not being an experienced traveler, I began to wander around, trying not to look too suspicious, hoping to find a familiar face.

Jimmy was a security guard and a notorious womanizer, who often bragged that "the pilots may have a girl in every town, but I got at least two at every airline". When I spotted him resting up against the end of one of the ticket counters, apparently chatting up one of his girls, I knew my search was over.

When he spotted me, he smiled and after temporarily excusing himself from his flirting came over and asked me if I was lost. After some small talk, I told him I needed a cheap flight to LA in the next day or two.

He started mumbling aloud as he figured out my best options. A lot of it was airport jargon that went right over my head, but I did notice that he never referred to the different airlines, but instead used the names of the girls he was apparently romancing at the various counters. Eventually he made a decision, and bypassing the lineup, introduced me to one of his flames, told her I was a good friend and asked her to hook me up with a good deal. Jimmy must have been better with the ladies than I gave him credit for because in no time I was leaving the airport booked on a flight for around noon the next day and while it wasn't a complimentary ticket, but it was pretty close to it.

Vinnie's mother was a more than little surprised when I called her as soon as I got back to the hotel and gave her the flight number. Not wanting her to worry that I was some kind of an obsessed stalker in a big hurry to meet, and do who know what with her kid, I assured her that the only reason that I had the ticket so fast was that when I talked to her originally, I had just happened to be calling from the airport. She sounded relieved to hear that, and promised to have someone meet me when the flight arrived.

I thought about calling the hotel manager at home to give him at least a little more time to find a replacement, but while he was usually a nice enough guy, I knew he could be a vindictive prick when he wanted to. I certainly wouldn't put it past him to boot me out of my free room right away, so I decided to put that off until the morning, and set about packing. I'd been saving every penny I could since I'd started working there, so I wasn't surprised that everything I had still fit into the same suitcase I'd arrived with.

I slept surprisingly well; no doubt aided by all the beers that people insisted on buying me in the bar when I went to say my good-byes to friends I'd met, and come to know there. I went way past my normal one or two drink limit, and wasn't too surprised to wake up the next morning with a bit of a hangover, which didn't help when I had to deal with the manager.

I told him I needed a few weeks off for a family emergency, which wasn't really a lie; I just didn't tell him that it wasn't my family. Naturally, he said he couldn't give it to me, so as I expected I had to quit which was fine by me, I was really hoping to find work of some kind in LA anyhow, and even if I couldn't, I wasn't planning to come back to Seattle.

The rest of the morning was pretty much a blur, and it wasn't until I got settled on the plane that I had time to really think about what I was doing. It was all incredibly weird, but the only part that didn't seem consistent was how slow Vinnie seemed to be.

Before talking to his mother, it didn't stand out, but she seemed to be a very intelligent, and apparently well off woman, and they tend to offer enough opportunities and stimulation for their kids that they are more likely to be exceptionally bright, which if his correspondence was any indication was the last thing I would call Vinnie. After thinking about it for a while, the only thing I could come up with that fit was that Vinnie must have some kind of a learning disability. It could explain both why he seemed slow, and why his mother, from what I'd seen so far, coddled him so much.

After collecting my bag, I saw a rather bored looking man holding a well used piece of cardboard aloft with several names written and crossed off on it. The only one not yet having a line through it was Preston, and we were soon in his cab that was parked just out front, heading out of the congested LAX.

He was on his cell phone as soon as we got clear of the airport and surprised me when after only a few minutes of driving he pulled into a mostly industrial area and up beside a limo that was waiting in one of the parking lots there, saying simply,

"This is where you change cars."

In a matter of seconds both my bag and I were transferred and I saw the limo driver hand a few bills to the cabbie and though somewhat confused I was once again on my way.

"Sorry about the inconvenience," my new driver said through the open divider as we got underway, "but it helps keep the paparazzi guessing. They've been quite a nuisance for us since the missus decided to start working again."

Seeing I had no questions, he rolled up the divider and concentrated on getting us through all the traffic. I'd never been to LA, and had no idea where we were going; all I know is that we got onto the Santa Monica Freeway and headed north. Soon after we finally got off it, we were in an amazing neighborhood that just kept getting better as we went along.

Like I'm sure most people have, I've always wondered what it would be like to meet someone famous. I'd seen so many people on TV go absolutely crazy when seeing a star, screaming, yelling, waving things in their faces to be signed and making complete fools of themselves that I promised myself that I wouldn't act that way if it ever happened to me. I'd always hoped that I would stay calm, and not treat them any differently than I would anyone else. I wasn't totally sure I could pull it off, but it seemed like I was soon going to have the chance to find out.

The devider slid down again and the driver said, "There's probably going to be some bottom feeders up ahead, so I'm going to black out the rear windows, if you have any trouble with car sickness, I suggest you look out through this divider and you should be alright."

He saw me nod my understanding in the rear view mirror and raised the dark tinted window that separated us again, and then reached, apparently for a switch on the dash. A few seconds later, the already dark rear and side windows turned totally black, I assume by some kind of liquid crystal coating. As we slowed, I could see that up ahead that there were a couple of men scrambling out of cars that there were parked there, with cameras in hand, but the gate of the estate we were going to had already opened, and we slipped in before they got close enough to block our way.

Once we were far enough inside the walled compound the windows went back to normal and the car circled around and stopped in front of a large columned entrance. The driver got out and opened the door for me and after I got out said,

"The missus knows that you're here and will meet you at the door. I'll see that your bag gets to your room."

I took a quick glance around at the beautifully manicured lawns and tall, strategically placed hedges, including one directly across the driveway from the entrance that would obscure it from the front of the property, even if someone managed to somehow get a view over the wall. The house itself was huge, and looked like it was right out of an old plantation movie.

Not wanting to keep the missus as the chauffer called her waiting, I took a deep breath and made my way up the front steps toward the large double doors that stood there. When one of the doors opened and I saw who was standing there, I was shocked to say the least.

I recognized her immediately, anyone who hadn't been living under a rock for the last twenty years or so would, and no, I'm not going to say who she was so don't even think about asking. She may not have done much lately, but when she had been working more, it was high enough quality that her films were still regulars on TV. The strangest part was that she looked as surprised to see me, as I was her.

"Mr. Preston?" She said, sounding like it was more of a question that a statement. As she stepped toward me offering her outstretched hand I said,

"Please call me Rob."

With the greetings over, she ushered me inside to a room that appeared to be her office, and after offering me a seat, took up her spot behind the desk.

"You'll have to excuse me, I'm a little taken aback." She began with a smile, "You're much younger and nowhere near as scary, as I expected."

How do you respond to a statement like that, especially when you're still a little dumbstruck?

"Sorry." Was what eventually came out, but I realized how stupid it must have sounded as soon as I said it.

"Don't be." She said with a dismissive gesture of her hand, "I'm actually a little relieved."

After a pause she continued by asking, "So how does a nice young man like you get into all of this whips and chains stuff anyhow."

I probably blushed at the nice young man part, but answered her by saying, "I didn't really get into it. It's something that has always been in me. Vincent said in his e-mails that it's the same with him, only he's inclined towards the opposite role."

"So how did you come to know so much about it?" she asked.

"The Internet mostly. When you go through half of your life thinking that you're the only person in the whole world who feels the way you do, and suddenly find out that you're not alone… well, I started reading everything I could find on the subject. A lot of it was bull, but I think that I put enough thought into it to sort out what was honest and what wasn't."

"Why did you start writing stories then?" She asked.

"Frustration mostly. As I'm sure you noticed, I like stories with younger characters on the receiving end of things. After years of looking, I found so few that I thought were realistic, I started to write my own, milder than most I'd seen and keeping in mind the age and hopefully the mindset of the boy."

"Yes, yours did seem milder than most of the others that Vinnie showed me, that's a big part of the reason I suggested that he try writing to you, but one thing I noticed is that the boys in your stories always seem to get whipped on their bare backs. Wouldn't a spanking like most of the others do be… milder as you call it?"

It was a question I got asked a lot by readers, and one I had put a lot of thought into, so I was well prepared to answer saying,

"Well, in boy sized doses, depending how hard it's done, either one can be the more painful. Whipping is partly personal preference, but it's also because for most boys, baring their backs is no big deal, but baring their bottoms… well I think it would make them uncomfortable to the point were, depending on the boy, they would be too embarrassed and scared to go on. Another reason is because… well let me ask you a question. When you played as a young girl, did you want to get dressed up in your mothers clothes, or diapers?"

"In my mother's clothes of course." She said and then after a moment I could see by the smile that developed on her face that she realized what I was getting at and added, "Oh I see, little boys get spanked on their bottoms, but grown up men get whipped on their backs. I guess you really have put some thought into all this."

"Too much thought for something that I never expect to put into practice, but hopefully it makes for better stories." I said.

The whole exchange hadn't really taken that long, but we were both feeling much more comfortable with one another.

"I guess it's time for you to meet Vinnie, but before I forget…" she said as she rolled her chair back slightly, opened the top drawer of the desk and removed a stack of bank banded hundred dollar bills. She set them on the desk and asked, "I hope cash is all right with you, I didn't really want to give you a check, oh, and how much was your flight Mr. Preston?"

"Sixty five dollars." I said as I started to fish the receipt out of my pocket.

"Is that all?" she asked.

I unfolded the receipt and handed it to her.

"I guess you aren't a spendthrift, even when it's someone else's money."

"Well, I would have tried to do it as inexpensively as I could if I was paying for it, so why should it be any different when someone else is." I said.

"I like your attitude, I wish that some of my staff around here shared it with you." She said with a grin as she took a pair of loose hundreds from the desk drawer and added them to the stack in front of her. Closing the drawer as she rolled forward handed them across to me saying, "That's close enough."

"It's really too much, but thanks." I said as I took the money from her.

She made another dismissive gesture before standing and saying, "Vinnie is out in the pool. He was so wound up this morning he was almost bouncing off the walls. I finally told him he had to either go for a cold shower or a swim."

We both grinned when she said it, but I imagine while she found the cold shower part amusing, I was imagining my version of Vinnie hurling himself at a wall and feeling sorry for the wall.

I stood and, not wanting to go wandering around with all of that money in my hand, slipped it into the front pocket of my pants as I followed her to the rear of the house. I could hear someone splashing in the pool as we stepped into the bright sunshine, and his mother yelled out,

"Vinnie, get dried off and come meet Mr. Preston."

As he climbed the ladder at the far end of the pool and trotted over to a table to retrieve his towel, I could tell that I'd badly misjudged Vinnie. It was a large pool, but even at that distance I could see that he wasn't the big fat clumsy kid I had imagined. I could also tell just by looking at him that he wasn't as dumb as I had thought, in fact, he was probably quite intelligent…considering that he looked to be about ten fucking years old!

"Wha." I gasped aloud. I must have looked as bad as I felt, because when his mother looked to see what I was babbling, she stepped closer and took my arm the way someone does when they think someone is about to pass out.

"Is something wrong?" She asked with a look of concern on her face.

"Young." Was all I could say.

"He's twelve, how old did you think he was?"

"Nineteen… at least" I said weakly, but starting to get over the initial shock.

She had to think about it for a second and then smiled slightly and said, "Oh that. Before the cameras started following us everywhere again he played Little League for a couple of years and that was the number he wore. When just Vinnie and Vincent were taken, he added the nineteen for his e-mail address. Is it a problem?"

I wanted to scream 'Of course it's a fucking problem!' but instead I said,

"People get thrown in jail all the time for meeting up with kids his age, even for talking about things like we did. If I'd known, I would have cut it off before it even started."

"Well, I'm not about to tell anyone, and you have my full consent to talk to him about anything you like, so you don't have anything to worry about. I'll even put it in writing for you if it'll make you feel better."

Fortunately, I was starting to feel a bit better, because Vinnie had finished drying off and came trotting up to us.

"You'll have to give Mr. Preston a moment, that e-mail address of yours gave him a bit of a shock." His mother said.

"You aren't nineteen." I added.

"And you aren't too old for me." He shot back in a voice and with a coy look that would have made Mae West proud. About all that was missing were the fluttering eyelids.

"Touché" I said after I realized what he was talking about. The e-mail address I'd chosen to show that I wasn't impersonating or trying to trick any kids had just come back to bite me in the ass.

He was just the kind of boy I tend to fantasize about and use in my stories. Thin but not skinny, fit bit not freakishly muscular, just past the baby fat stage, but with years to go before the growth spurts that all to often leave boys gangly and klutzy. Although summer was still a few weeks off, he already had the beginnings of a nice tan, and even with the tiny Speedo he was wearing, I couldn't see any tan lines. I could however see that he was in fact a boy, and either a well endowed or excited one at that. For my part, I was glad that I had a wad of money in my pocket, because I really was happy to see him.

His hair was dark brown, and would have been well past his collar if he had a shirt on, but although the top and sides where considerably shorter, it looked far too good on him to call it a mullet. His face wasn't flawless, he had a couple of small moles near his nose, but they acted more like beauty spots, making him look even better than flawless. He had an devilish smile and sparkling brown eyes that gave the impression that he could be either a lot of fun or a world of trouble, depending on which he wanted to be at the time.

I was so taken in by how incredibly cute he was that I couldn't take my eyes off him as his mother introduced us. He knew it, and the little imp seemed to love it. Even though she was still right there with us his mothers voice sounded far away, and I was only catching little snippets of what she was saying. I caught something about leaving us alone to get better acquainted, and her having lines to learn, but then she said something that even though I was half expecting a warning like it from her, it was still a bit of a surprise in it's bluntness. I instantly snapped out of my trance when she said,

"And don't you dare trying to talk him into doing anything he shouldn't!"

That statement sure got my eyes off her boy in a hurry, and I must have looked quite guilty when I looked at her, but fortunately she didn't see it because she had been glaring at Vinnie when she said it. The warning had obviously been aimed at him and not me as I had expected. He tried his best to look innocent but it was one look that he just couldn't pull off and all three of us ended up having a good laugh at his failed attempt.

When his mother left us we sat down at one of the tables around the pool and Vinnie asked,

"So I guess that I don't look like you thought I would?"

"No. Not even close, but trust me, that's a good thing. You look so much better than I imagined you would."

"You too." He admitted with a bit of a blush.

He was sitting there almost naked and I was still fully dressed, but with the heat and sunshine of the afternoon he was by far the more appropriately dressed, so I asked,

"Do you mind if I take my shirt off?"

"Not at all! Please do!" he said with a leer that made me think I might be wise to leave it on.

One of the motel's regular visitors owned a, for obvious reasons, very successful chain of tanning salons in the Pacific Northwest and always handed out tanning coupons in lieu of tips. I'd always thought it was cheap of him, and made a point of redeeming them, more out of spite than from vanity, but now I was glad that I had. Otherwise I would have had to warn Vinnie to put on some shades before I took off my shirt it had been so long since I had seen enough of the real sun to do much good.

It was really the first time in my life that I had ever had to opportunity to talk face to face with anyone about s and m, and I really enjoyed it. We both seemed to have the same views on the subject, even though we were looking from totally opposite sides. I know I learned a lot about what makes a masochist tick from talking to him, and I'm sure that he learned a few things too.

It was amazing how much differently this was turning out from what I had imagined. Rather than being a chore, forcing myself to talk to a boy who I was sure would repulse me, talking to Vinnie was a dream come true and something I never wanted to stop doing.

After we'd talked for a while he asked,

"Do you want to go for a walk? I want to show you something before supper."

"I don't know." I said cautiously, not sure what he had in mind.

"It's not far. Just to the back of the yard." He pleaded, and then with a knowing smile added "I'll behave myself …I promise."

I followed him to a back corner of the walled property that was totally obscured from the main house by the mature shrubs and trees. Once there he slipped between the wall and shrubbery, and after some coaxing from him I reluctantly followed him into the small hidden clearing there. He stepped between a pair of relatively thin branchless tree trunks and said,

"Remember when I told you that I talked a friend into tying me up and whipping me once?"

"Yeah." I said cautiously.

"Well, this is where we did it."

He reached up and out and grabbed onto one of the trees with each hand and spread his legs so the outsides of his feet were against the trunks where they left the soil. He was a treat to look at normally, but standing stretched out spread eagled between those trees like that he was phenomenal. It was all I could do to keep from gluing together the stack of bills in my pocket.

"So how did that go?" I asked as he released the trees and stood normally again.

"It sucked really. His knots were no good, I could have got loose easy if I wanted, and all we had for a whip was an old shoelace tied to a stick that didn't really hurt." He said.

I could see his expression go blank and his eyes sort of glaze over as he, as I'm sure he had done hundreds of times before, thought back to when it had.originally happened. After a few seconds he came out of it and grinned before adding,

"It was pretty hot though!"

"I bet you come back here a lot and remember it don't you?" I asked.

"Yeah… how did you know?"

"Been there… done that." I answered.

On the way back to the house I noticed that he was walking even closer than he had been, occasionally bumping into my side, and when I didn't take the hint he timidly said,

"You can… you know… put your hand on my shoulder or something… if you want to."

I wanted to put my hands more places than just his shoulder, but I took what was offered, and when I did he closed what little gap there was between us and we walked the rest of the way almost glued to one another.

As we got back to the pool, I saw his mother just putting a large platter of food down onto the table where he has been sitting earlier. When she looked up and saw us coming toward her I had a pang of guilt, but managed to resist the temptation to jerk my hand off of Vinnie's shoulder, knowing how much more guilty it would look than if I just left it there. I was relieved when I saw her smile as we approached before saying.

"Well, I'm glad to see that you two seem to be getting along so well."

I was relieved that there wasn't a hint of sarcasm to her voice; she really did seem to be happy that Vinnie and I liked each other.

The three of us ate together on the patio, and at some point Vinnie asked me how long I could stay with them, forcing me to explain that I had to quit my job to come there, so I could stay as long as they wanted me to. His mother was quite upset that they had caused me to lose my job, but I assured her that it wasn't much of a job, and after telling her something about it, said that I was actually thankful that they had given me the little push I needed to get out of there.

She told me that she knew how it felt, and that it was Vinnie who had pushed her, and given her his blessing to get back into acting after semi retiring to spend more time with him in his preteen years.

"I could tell that it was what you really wanted to." Said Vinnie in his own defense.

"And how could you tell that mister smarty pants." She asked him.

"Well when you growl and mumble at the TV when another actress wins an Oscar for a role you turned down, it's kind of obvious." He said. He grinned, and she blushed before giving the dismissive gesture that she seemed to use often and warning me,

"You have to be careful around this one, he doesn't miss much."

She had read for several parts, not really expecting to get any of them after being off the scene for so long, but instead had been offered most of them, and the schedule of the first one had just been moved up a month, facilitating the need to speed up my conversations with Vinnie. They both knew that Vinnie would be bored stiff on location in foreign countries with her, and for the most part, she wouldn't have much time to spend with him anyhow, so about the only option left to them was some type of boarding school.

Vinnie was trying to be a trooper about it, saying it would be all right, and he'd get a chance to maybe make some new friends there, but I could tell, and I'm sure that his mother could too, that his heart wasn't really into it.

The next few days were a dream come true. It would have been great to be able to talk so openly to anyone about my favorite obsession, but to be doing it with a boy like Vinnie was even better. The only downside was that I knew it would eventually have to come to an end. There was no doubt in my mind that Vinnie had masochistic tendencies, and short of actually doing something to him, there wasn't really much more I could think of to prove or disprove my belief.

I was beginning to feel guilty about still being there when I had already made up my mind. We rarely saw his mother, and when we did she was always very pleasant, but I was beginning to dread seeing her, because at each appearance I feared that it would be the time she took me aside and ask for my conclusion before asking me to leave.

After supper on my fourth day there, it finally happened. She asked me if she could talk to me alone in her office for a little while. As I got up to follow her, I took a long look at Vinnie, fearing it would be my last.

Once in her office it went pretty well the way I feared it would. She asked me if I'd seen anything to change my earlier opinion of Vinnie, and I told her that I hadn't, and in fact if anything I was more certain than ever. It was then that she veered sharply off my imagined script saying,

"I swear that what I'm going to ask you wasn't why I had you to come and visit Vinnie, in fact, I couldn't have imagined asking it at the time. At least part of me was hoping that you would be repulsive enough to make Vinnie think long and hard about how he felt, mean enough to make him afraid to try investigating it further, at least until he was older. But I can see that I was wrong, both about you, and what is right for my boy."

She paused, and not knowing what to say I just nodded indicating that I was following her so far.

"Rob… Vinnie came to my room last night in tears."

I must have looked upset, because that was exactly how I felt. In the short time I'd known him I'd grown to like Vinnie a lot, but when she told me he had been crying, even though I didn't know why he had been doing it, I felt awful. I think at that moment I realized for the first time just how much I really did care about Vinnie. His mother could see my concern, but mistook its cause and quickly carried on saying,

"Don't worry, it's nothing you've done wrong. He swears that you've been a perfect gentleman, and I believe him completely. No Rob, it seems that my boy has taken a real shining to you. He's been hurt enough times in the past that he never lets himself get too close to anyone anymore, so for him, if he likes you that much, it's something very special that he must feel very strongly about. He was crying because he knew that soon you would leave, and it was tearing him up inside."

"I hope this doesn't sound too weird… but to be totally honest with you, when you asked to see me just now I felt like crying myself, and it was for exactly the same reason." I admitted.

"Well then, this may go even better than I had hoped." She said looking a little less serious.

"What's that?" I asked, still having no idea where she was going with this.

"I promised Vinnie that that as long as you were willing, the two of you could stay in contact, and that I would try to come up with a way for you to still visit one another occasionally, but I think I may have come up with an even better idea."

"I'd be happy to stay in contact with him, and, if I can find work here, I hope to stay in this area, well not this area, it's a little out of my price range, but somewhere in the city, so I can visit as often as he likes, and you allow."

"Well that's excellent, I'm sure that Vinnie will be happy to hear that, but I may have, what I hope is an even better idea. I haven't talked to Vinnie about it yet, I didn't want you to feel pressured into anything that you don't feel right about, but I'm sure that he'll be thrilled to go along with it if you decide to accept my proposition."

I was still listening intently so she continued.

"Well, I need to figure out something to do with Vinnie while I'm doing these films, and since I seem to have cost you your job, I wondered if we could come to some kind of arrangement that would work out to the best for all of us."

"Like be his tutor or something?" I asked, "I don't really know if I'm qualified."

"No Rob, much more than a tutor, and don't worry about being qualified, he took his schooling over the Internet last year, and it worked out quite well. About all I had to do was keep him at it and make sure he didn't cheat whenever they sent him tests to do. What I would like you to do is stay with him and… well… I guess what I'm trying to say is that as long as both of you want to do things together, I won't interfere in fact, you'll have my blessing."

"Wow." Was all I could say as what she had just proposed sank in.

"Mind you, I still have some questions and concerns, and there are the logistics to work out, but I thought that I'd put the suggestion out there and see what you thought about it before I wasted too much time figuring out the details of something that you were totally opposed to."

It took a moment to get over the initial shock, and then think of an honest response, but eventually I said,

"I'm certainly not totally against it, in fact, the selfish part of me is screaming at me to say I'll do it, but I don't care about that, what's far more important to me, and I'm sure you as well, is if it's the best thing for Vinnie, and that's going to take some real soul searching on my part to decide. You said you have some concerns and questions, which is totally understandable, I have a few of my own, so maybe if we work through some of those, we'll know a little better what the right thing to do is."

"I'm glad that you're agreeable so far." She said, "And that's a good suggestion as usual, so what's your biggest concern?"

I thought for a moment before saying. "Well, first I want to be sure that you realize that there's usually more to this kind of thing than just whips and chains, there might be… could be… no probably would be… well…"

"Sex?" she said, rescuing me from having to say it, "Don't worry Rob, I've been in this town long enough to know that men and boys have sex together."

My surprise at her blunt statement must have shown because she gave a little laugh and continued by saying,

"Oh don't look so shocked. They may have gotten more careful after that thing with Roman, but I assure you the casting couch is alive and well, and at least some of the boys, the ones who tend to have the most successful careers, either don't mind it, or even enjoy it. I know that Vinnie's a little bundle of hormones; I'm surprised that you've been able to keep him at bay as long as you have."

"I had no idea that things like that still went on." I admitted.

"I can assure you, they do. It's a bit of a standing joke that a boy can learn much more about having a successful career from a good dildo than he ever could from acting lessons, and as far as some of them actually liking it, well haven't you noticed how many former boy stars come out of the closet later in life? Getting back to your question though, yes I realize that there would be sex involved, I don't think either of us could stop it if we wanted to, but I know that you two have strong feelings for one another, so I can accept it, I just hope that… well… you make sure that he's ready for it."

"I wouldn't have it any other way." I promised.

One of her biggest concerns is that I would somehow turn her son into some kind of mindless, sniveling being with no will of his own, but I assured her that while it might be possible, it wasn't my style and I had no such intentions. Liked Vinnie as the smart little scamp that he was, and if anything he was more likely to become stronger and more self confident from the experience.

She also asked me about a safeword, having obviously read about them in the stories that Vinnie had shown her, and I assured her that I would in fact give him one, and obey it almost all of the time. That I didn't promise to obey it every time concerned her until I explained that if I told him to do his schoolwork, and he used his safeword to try to get out of it, he was still going to be doing his schoolwork. She got a much-needed laugh out of that, and commented that maybe I knew Vinnie even better than she had realized.

In a surprisingly short time we were running out of questions for one another and for the most part it had gone very well, the only exception was when I asked what Vinnie's father, who I knew was still alive but she had divorced, would have to say about it. I swear it felt like the temperature in the room dropped at the mere mention of him, before she assured me, in no uncertain terms not to worry about him.

Finally it got to the point where the next question that had to be answered was would I do it, but that hinged completely on whether I decided it was the right thing for them, and if both of them could handle it if I did. After having my other concerns addressed, I was a bit more confident that it might be the right thing to do, but asked for some more time to think it over.

I found Vinnie sitting on one of the large sofas in their small screening room, watching a movie on the big screen there. He paused it when he saw me and looked up anxiously. I didn't have an answer for his obvious concerns, but tried to look cheerful and explaining that I probably wouldn't be very good company, but would he mind if I joined him for a while. He slapped the leather cushion beside him, and after I sat down snuggled even closer. It seemed only natural to put my arm around his shoulder, and once we were both comfortable, he restarted the DVD.

The answer to the question of whether I should agree to do things with him came to me surprisingly quickly, and from a rather unlikely source Jack Rowan was the author of one of my favorite online stories, and although I had unfortunately lost contact with him years ago, I still re-read his story often. I remembered that a character in The Story of Tim was faced with the same dilemma that I was now, and was struggling with it every bit as much, until, rather than worrying if it was the right thing to do, he thought about what would likely happen if he didn't.

The most immediate consequence would be that Vinnie would be heartbroken, and I certainly didn't want that to happen. More importantly, I knew that even if I didn't do anything with him, that surely wouldn't be the end of it and he'd just find someone else who would, with or without his mother's approval. The though of me doing things to Vinnie might have made me feel uneasy, but the thought of someone else doing it made me almost physically ill. I can't begin to describe how bad just thinking of that made me feel.

With that decided it only left the question of whether the two of them could handle it. I was quite sure that Vinnie could, but even though I wasn't a parent myself, I realized how hard it must be for his mother on so many levels. Eventually I came up with a plan that if it worked out the way I hoped it would, would both test her ability to actually allow me to do things with Vinnie, and at the same time reassure both of us that it was what he really wanted. It was far more dangerous than what I would have liked, but if it worked, it would make things easier for all of us.

I felt as if the weight of the world had just been lifted off my shoulders, and since my arm was still around Vinnie I gave him a hug, and when he looked up at me, I gave him a big smile to go with it before saying,

"I need to go talk to your mom again, but could you join us in her office in about five minutes?"

"Sure." He said with a shrug.

Back in her office, I said,

"I've decided that going ahead with this is the right thing for me to do."

"That was quick." She said, "What changed your mind?"

"Basically, I trust myself to try to do what's right for Vinnie a lot more than I ever would anyone else, yourself excluded naturally"

She smiled and said, "I feel the same way."

"There's one more thing though. I've asked Vinnie to come here in a few minutes, and with your permission, I'd like to perform a little test."

"Does it involve hurting him?" She asked perceptively.

"Yes it does, but I'm sure it's nothing that he can't handle." I said, feeling much more concerned about her failing the test that she wouldn't even know she was taking.

"Well, I suppose it has to start sometime, so do what you have to do."

We only had to wait for a minute before Vinnie tapped on the door and I let him in. he looked a little confused, but hopeful, so I began the test by asking,

"Did I say anything to you about why I wanted you to come in here, or what you should do or say?"

He seemed to realize instinctively that this was something important, and was very serious when he said, "No, you just asked me to come here in about five minutes, so here I am."

"Good, your mom has agreed to let me give you a little test to see if you're really cut out for this stuff that we've been talking about, is that okay with you?"

"Sure!" he said with a bit of a grin.

"Okay, then I'd like you to take off your shirt, fold it neatly and put it on the desk."

He did it without hesitation, moving slowly and deliberately as he did, when he had finished, I said,

"Now I'd like you to stand facing your mom, put your hands behind your head, and interlock your fingers."

Again, he did what I asked without wavering, so stepping up close behind him, I reached a hand under each of his outstretched arms, took a nipple between each thumb and forefinger and started to gently roll them back and forth saying,

"I'm going to hurt you now, but it's nothing you can't take, and either one of you can make me stop just by saying the word stop. Do you both understand that?"

They both nodded, Vinnie much more enthusiastically than his mother. As I started to squeeze, he tensed up in anticipation of what was to come. My head was slightly to one side and above his and I kept adding more pressure until I noticed a slight grimace appear on his face. I held the pressure steady for a moment, and stole a glance at his mother who, in spite of staying silent, looked at that moment like she really wanted to kill me. Slowly I released the pressure but kept my hands in place asking,

"Would you like me to stop now Vinnie, or would you like me to do it again?"

"Don't stop! Do it again please." He pleaded without hesitation.

"I think that's enough for right now, you did great." I said as I released his nipples and used my hands to give him a hug from behind. When I eased the hug, he spun around and hugged me back saying.

"That was so awesome!"

"I'll come and find you in a minute." I promised as I handed him his shirt and shooed him out the door. When I turned back to his mother, still seated behind her desk, she looked stunned. I knew I'd put her through a lot, and given her a lot to think about, so I stood in silence and waited her out. Eventually her blank stare gained a slight smile and she quietly, almost in a whisper said,

"That was incredible."

"I'm really sorry to have had to put you through that, but under the circumstances, I felt it had to be done."

"I really hated you there for a second you know."

"I know, and I you had every right to. I hated myself too at that moment for hurting you like that."

"But I thought you liked to hurt people?"

"I do," I admitted, "I liked doing that to Vinnie every bit as much as he liked having it done to him, but what I did to you was cruel, and I never do cruel unless it's absolutely necessary. In this case I thought it was, but I still didn't like doing it."

"But then when he wanted you to do it again, I could tell that he really meant it, and what I had hated a few seconds before became something totally different… almost beautiful. Did you know that would happen?"

"Well, much like when I'm writing a story, if I include something, you can be pretty sure that it's done for a reason."

She thought about it for a moment and then smiled and asked,

"So just how much of that test of yours was for Vinnie, and how much was for me?"

"I'd say about ten percent for Vinnie, but who's counting."

"We were lucky to find you Mr. Preston… I guess that we're going ahead then." She said.

"I've made up my mind, and I don't think Vinnie will have any problem with it, so if you're still interested, then I guess that we are."

"I guess that the next thing is to decide where you two will be living. I know that this place is too big to handle without help, and I doubt that you want any snooping around, but I've got another place about an hour from here that's much more reasonably sized and private, I think it will be perfect."

"It sounds good." I said.

"I think it will be. I never much liked it much myself, too much testosterone for me, but the ex loved it there. That's why I made sure I got it in the divorce settlement."

I must have looked surprised by her directness but she grinned and continued, saying,

"Don't look so shocked Rob, I can be quite a bitch when I want to, but trust me he deserved it. The bastard traded me sole custody of Vinnie for his beloved horses, but I insisted on getting the property, and just to really piss him off; I sold it for next to nothing soon after the divorce was finalized. Not really of course, it was just on paper, but as far as he, or anyone except my lawyers and accountants know I did. It's in serious snob territory, rich socialites and their polo ponies and racehorses so there should be lots of privacy for you two. Everyone keeps to themselves and I never saw a soul any of the times he dragged me out there."

"It sounds ideal." I said.

"Yeah, you don't exactly have to worry about the welcome wagon visiting you in those parts. Well, unfortunately I have to get back to work, so would mind giving the news to Vinnie?" She asked before adding, "Oh, and have him tell you more about the ranch, I think it will be just right for you two."

I found a somewhat confused Vinnie back on the sofa, still shirtless, and with the DVD he had been watching still paused, it's screen saver now doing its job on the screen.

"What was that all about?" he asked when he saw me.

I sat down beside him again and explained what his mother and I had in mind. He was dead set against it, so I packed my bags and left, never seeing him again.

And if you believe that, I must have done a really crappy job of describing Vinnie to you.

To say he was excited would be an understatement; even after I restarted the DVD to help cover our voices it was all I could do to keep him quiet enough so the whole household didn't find out what we had planned. He didn't tell me too much more about the ranch, other than it had a pool and some stables, but he agreed with his mother that it would be perfect, and I know that both of them had read enough stories to know what that entailed, so I took their word for it.

"You realize that we're going to have to take care of ourselves there. I can handle the cooking, the pool and some of the other things, but you'll have to do most of the cleaning, maybe the laundry too."

"Aw. That sucks." He said, wrinkling up his nose a little when he did.

"Come on, it won't be that bad. It might be fun for you." I said

"How can cleaning and laundry be fun." He asked.

"Well, there won't be very much laundry, at least not yours." I said with a leer, "And as far as cleaning goes, have you ever done it in chains with a vibrator going in your butt?"

He took a second to digest what I had said before grinning and saying, "Maybe it won't be so bad after all."

We talked for a quite while about everything we had to do before we left for the ranch, and eventually I saw that he was getting tired.

"Maybe it's time for you to hit the sack." I suggested.

"Yeah, maybe you're right." He said stifling a yawn as he did.

He'd told me early on that he masturbated frequently, and was just starting to get slight emissions, so before he got up I reached down, cupped his package through his pants, and giving it a playful little shake said,

"And no playing with this thing any more until we get to the ranch. I want you to be horny as hell when we get there"

"Oh man." He whined, "You tell me all this stuff that's going to happen, get me all worked up, and then won't let me do anything about it."

"I realized that it was a little much to ask so I relented saying,

"Okay, just for tonight, but starting tomorrow that thing belongs to me, so hands off."

He rose up, gave me a little peck on the cheek, and after advising me that I was the greatest, scurried off to thank and say goodnight to his mother, and then to his room to no doubt rub himself raw.

I sat there thinking for a while, and was eventually joined by his mother, who wanted to talk about our plans.

I would naturally need transportation, supplies, and toys, which I just called equipment so she wouldn't have to dwell on it. She insisted on paying for everything, and while I had more money than usual, I knew that I wasn't really in a position to argue with her.

"I guess we need to discuss compensation too." She said.

"Well I don't have much, but you're welcome to it." I said with a smile, hoping that she would find it amusing and wouldn't actually take me up on it.

She wasn't much of a businesswoman, if she had been, she would have discussed such things before she had me tell Vinnie of our plans. She had now put herself over a barrel so to speak, but luckily for her, I've never been the type to take advantage of people in situations like that. When she stopped laughing at my comment I said,

"Whatever you think is fair, I'm sure will be fine."

The number she gave me seemed much too high to me, in fact many times what I had been making, but when I protested, she explained that it was actually a bargain, with what she would save on the security, maintenance and pool contractors she had to pay for the empty ranch, and Vinnie's tuition at a good boarding school.

The next few days were a frantic rush of activity; made all the more difficult by the constant crowd of photographers camped out front. Eventually I got everything I thought we would need, and had it all locked into the cap on the rear of the unassuming six-year-old four-wheel drive pickup truck that I had bought and kept parked at a secure storage compound not too far away.

The night before we were all planning to leave, the three of us sat on the sofa with Vinnie in the middle and watched his mother's appearance on Leno that she had taped earlier in the day. It was Vinnie's idea actually, a ploy to make sure to get rid of all of the photographers out front when his mother left so we could leave unnoticed. She had arranged to be the first guest, and after the usual banter, mostly about restarting her career, she announced that she couldn't stick around, because she was flying out early the next day to start shooting a new film.

The plan worked flawlessly and the next morning after saying our goodbyes, she left in the limo, and knowing she wasn't coming back, within minutes the paparazzi were all gone too. Vinnie and I made a quiet exit, getting a somewhat unnerving ride with the cook in her frighteningly decrepit little car and before long; we were on out way to the ranch together.

The old 'naked chained boy in the passenger seat putting on a show for the truckers' thing might make for a really hot story line, but in real life things like that are just asking for a world of trouble, so we behaved ourselves for the entire trip. Vinnie's mom had done a good job of keeping his appearance unknown, so once we were away from her we didn't have to worry any more about him being recognized, which was a relief for both of us as it made everything much easier. At the last town before the ranch, we stopped for some lunch and then went grocery shopping together to stock the kitchen, before carrying on to our new home.

Vinnie showed me the road to take, and as we went along, I soon realized how strange the area seemed. It was almost like a subdivision, but instead of having near identical houses almost touching each other, there was a vast distance between these, and all of them were set far back, usually nestled behind a hill with only the roofs or chimneys visible from the road.

The strange, almost plastic part of it came from the fact that all of the fences where identical, as were the gates that where at unnaturally equal distances from one another. What showed of the few houses and barns that I could see, gave the obvious impression they had been built by the same company, and all at the same time, and probably from the same set of blueprints. Fake cookie cutter ranches for people with way too much money on their hands that wanted to play cowboy. "All hat, no cattle" was something I'd heard used by one of the real Texans to refer to Bush, and that's exactly what came to mind as we drove along.

His mother had mentioned something about having someone on her staff call the local police to give them my tag number and let them know that I would be taking care of the place for her. It seemed odd at the time, but I soon realized why as a police car came speeding up and settled in behind us.

We were going a little slow because Vinnie hadn't been there for a while and other than that it was on our left, couldn't remember which of the identical sets of gates were ours, but other than the cruiser, there hadn't been any other traffic, so I didn't see it as a problem. He followed us for a while, no doubt calling in my tag number, and eventually he sped up and passed us, but before he got far, he slowed, and hanging his arm out the window pointed out the driveway we had been looking for, and once I'd nosed the truck into it, he sped off. It seemed really strange to me, but it gave me the feeling that we wouldn't have any trouble with crime or unexpected visitors in the neighborhood.

The key fit the lock on the gate, and we were soon pulling up beside the house. I looked over at Vinnie and said,

"Well, are you still sure that this is what you want?"

He looked over at me with a big grin and nodded enthusiastically. "Well, let's leave everything else for now, but we'd better get these groceries put away. After that you can show me around, and if we don't find any unwelcome visitors, we'll get started."

The house was large by my standards, but small enough that the two of us wouldn't have to spend too much time to keep it habitable. The inside was about what I had expected, all the latest luxuries and gizmos, clashing badly with a halfhearted attempt to look rustic.

The kitchen was huge and looked like it had been copied from a restaurant, even with all the groceries we'd just bought, the massive refrigerator still looked empty. As he showed me around, the rest of the place looked equally garish and confused, but on the bright side, the heavy beams on the high ceilings throughout the house did look like they'd take a good-sized eyebolt without leaving any noticeable damage when it was later removed.

There was a small workout room in the basement so I could stay in shape, and even though he looked really good already, a little more muscle and definition here and there on Vinnie wouldn't hurt either. The pool behind the house was in better shape than I had expected, but even without testing it I could tell that the chlorine was pretty high. Knowing that no one had been using it, I guessed it was probably kept that way to make the upkeep easier for the company that had been looking after it.

If I hadn't known better, and there weren't a few places where I could see that horses had been chewing at the wood, I never would have imagined that the barn had ever been used. I don't know who had cleaned it out after the horses left, but they had done a remarkable job, and the stables looked, and more importantly, smelled brand new.

Pony boy stories have never really been my thing, but looking around this place, made me kind of wish that they were. Even without that particular fetish, the building had tons of potential, with thousands of places to tie someone to, suspend them from, or even lock them into. I was already picturing Vinnie hanging in the large empty hayloft upstairs where I would have lots of room to swing the bullwhip I had bought. That wouldn't be anytime soon though, not until I had a lot of practice and felt confident enough to safely wield what I fully realized could be an extraordinarily dangerous toy. I had assured his mother that I wouldn't inflict any permanent damage on Vinnie, and I fully intended to keep that promise.

"Are you satisfied that we're alone now?" Asked Vinnie sarcastically as we left the stables.

"Almost, I just want to take a drive around the property, then I'll feel better about it and we can start." I said. I wanted to check the sightlines from the neighboring properties, and look for any signs of trespassers, just as a final precaution to be sure that we would be unseen.

Vinnie made a face, letting me know he was getting impatient so I said.

"Listen Vinnie, this isn't just some story, it's real, and if anyone sees us doing things there will be very real consequences. I'll end up in prison for sure, and if they ever find out that your mother was allowing it, she could too. Even though you'd just be the victim, I can't see things turning out to be very pleasant for you either."

"Yeah, you're right… sorry." He said after taking a moment to consider what I had said. He bowed his head slightly, looking at the ground in front of him, obviously feeling bad about being so reckless.

"C'mon then lets get it done, I'm getting impatient too." I said, giving his hair a quick ruffling before walking off towards where we had left the truck.

He was walking ahead of me, still looking down at the ground and was surprised when he got to the passenger door to see me still behind him instead of on the opposite side of the truck.

"What are you doing?" He asked when he saw that I wasn't making a move for the other side.

"Well, shouldn't it be the slave's job to drive the master around his new estate?"

"Really!" He squealed, looking very excited before the reality sank in bringing a more sober look to his face as he admitted, "But I don't know how."

"You never will if you don't try it." I said with a smirk.

His earlier disappointment was forgotten for a while at least as he scrambled over to the drivers side and climbed in.

"But what if I run into something?" he asked once we were in our respective places.

"Well, if it's really an accident, then you'll have to help me fix it, but if it's because you're careless… then you learn the difference between a whipping given for punishment, and one for fun in the opposite order I had hoped to show you."

He did okay for his first time and we made it back with no need for me to alter my training plans. Having found no sign of trespassers and confirmed that the area around the house and stables couldn't be observed from any of the neighboring properties, I felt a lot less anxious about what we were about to do.

After I'd shown him how to shut off the truck, he was doubly excited by what he had just done, and what he hoped he was finally about to do, as he asked,

"What now?"

"I have to get some things out of the back of the truck, but when I get into the house I want to find my favorite boy standing barefoot on the coffee table in the living room waiting for me."

The only answer he gave was a huge smile before he was out of the truck like a shot, running as fast as he could towards the door of the house. I took my time and found all the bags from the sex shops I had made purchases from, and while quite a load, managed to carry them inside and put them on the sofa beside the low table he was now standing on.

He'd dressed up a bit for traveling and had worn a thin long sleeved shirt with a pair of casual khaki pants, and although he had undone a few buttons as the day grown warmer, he still had everything on. It was probably the longest time I had ever seen him with a shirt on in all the time I had known him, but I knew that I would almost constantly see him shirtless from now on, so it wasn't a big deal.

Standing almost at attention on the table, he was about the same height as I was, and looking much too rigid and serious for my liking so I asked,

"Are you sure you want to start now, or do you want to watch a movie or something first?"

He knew I was joking, but it helped to loosen him up some, so I reached up and started to slowly undo the remaining buttons on his shirt saying, "The first rule, is that almost all rules are flexible, if something isn't working for you, or is bugging you, we can talk about it, okay?

He nodded his understanding as I finished undoing the last button and said,

"Hands."

He moved his hands toward me so I could undo the cuff buttons, and then lowered them back to his sides. Reaching out I spread the opening of his shirt and slipped it off his shoulders, letting it catch on his arms that had moved slightly behind him.

"I don't want to see you wearing a shirt again, unless there's a good reason for it. If it gets unusually cold, if we go to town, or on the unlikely chance we have visitors. You're a smart boy; I'm sure you can figure it out, but if you aren't sure, either ask me or use your own judgment. Is that acceptable for you?"

He smiled slightly and nodded his head vigorously. I could tell that he was really getting into this so far, and it seemed that I had chosen the right tone to use, serious, yet not too formal. I knew he could be trusted not to abuse any leeway in the rules I gave him, and allowing him some, saved a lot of time nit picking and trying to cover every possible scenario.

I stepped behind him long enough to tug down on the cuffs of his shirt and slide it the rest of the way down his arms, laying it carefully over the arm of the sofa on my way back in front of him. I took the time to run a finger down the line in the canter of his chest and across under one of his barely visible pectoral muscles, as I said,

"You've got a fantastic body now, but once we get settled in, if you like I'll show you a few workout routines you can do that will make it look even better."

Again he nodded and smiled, I was sure he would, that's why I gave him the option. There was no sense forcing him to do something he wanted to do anyhow.

"Next are pants." I said as I started to undo his belt buckle, "Pretty much the same rules as shirts, but you'll be allowed to wear them a little more often. Use your judgment, if you're going to be any distance from the house, it's better to have them on than to get caught without them."

By the time I had finished saying it, I had them undone and making sure to leave his undies behind for a rule announcement of their own, slid them down his legs so he could step out of them and I could put them with his shirt. Aside from seeing that his underwear looked to be black and dark blue, I was concentrating too much on getting his pants off without knocking him off the table to notice much more.

Having put them with his shirt, I turned back to face him, and in an instant my calm cool demeanor and well thought out shtick almost went out the window, with my heart in hot pursuit. Damn! I don't think I'd ever seen underwear so hot on anyone, let alone a preteen that was standing directly in front of me.

There wasn't much to them, a wide black elastic waistband, with a tiny dark blue triangle attached to it on the front, just large enough to contain his obviously very hard boyhood, joined at the crotch to a slightly larger triangle on the rear. It was the cut though that made them special, especially the large open areas on the sides that made his legs seem incredibly long and shapely. If there was ever a garment to make the case for a person looking sexier wearing something than they would have been naked this was it. Even though I had never had the slightest inkling of an underwear fetish, these things looked so hot you didn't need one to appreciate how fantastic they made him look.

"Where did you get those?" I asked, once I'd gained enough composure that I thought I could speak again.

"Online," he said, coyly.

"I think we'd better get you some more of them." I said.

"Why, do you like them." He said, knowing damn well that he was driving me to distraction.

"Lets put it this way, I was going to strip you bare, and when we finished here I was going to give you a job to do naked, but I think I'll let you keep those on or a while longer. I said, confirming what he already knew. He looked hot!

"Underwear and Speedos," I said, getting back into character, "you'll be allowed to wear them most times, unless told to do otherwise. Agreed?"

He nodded again.

I took a long look at him as I said,

"That pretty well covers what you won't be wearing, now for what you will be expected to wear."

I turned to the bags I had brought in, and after a few seconds found the restraints I had been looking for. They were quite simple really, just a wide strip of leather with a small square metal plate riveted to it near one and slots cut through it near the other. Sticking up from the plate was a U shaped piece of chromed steel, the open ends of the U permanently attached to the square of steel.

They had the advantage of being quickly and easily removable unless they were actually locked to something when they would become almost impossible to get free of. They weren't padded, but I had bought some other that were, but I would only be using them when we moved on to suspensions

When asked he offered his wrist and I wrapped one of the shorter restraints around it, and after finding that the slot to make it as small as possible seemed about right I slipped the steel loop through it, turning it into basically a continuous, partially overlapped loop of leather.

Once the other three were attached, I said.

"I'll trim off the excess when we're done, but basically, you'll be expected to wear those as well as the collar I'm about to put on you all the times that we're alone in the house, unless you're doing something that would get them wet. There will be several exceptions, but if I want you to wear them outside to the barn or something, I'll tell you. Otherwise, if you're going outside for any length of time or any distance from the house, take them off first. Do you understand and agree?"

It took him a little longer to think about it and nod in agreement and I don't blame him, even trying to keep it simple it was all becoming quite a handful, but I knew that in practice it would be easy enough to follow. It would have been nice to keep the restraints on him constantly, but it was just too risky. They would probably make for some rather hard to explain tan lies before long too.

The collar was pretty basic not much more than a wide black dog collar with a large well-anchored D ring on it. There where other, much more elaborate ones at the sex shop where I had bought it, with multiple attachment points, but I chose this one because it looked like it might pass as something a punk kid might choose to wear himself, making it a bit easier to explain away if the need ever arose. As I unbuckled it to put it on him he grinned and asked.

"When you put that on me, does that mean that I belong to you?"

"No, you aren't going to be able to wear this all the time, so I got you something more permanent to constantly remind you who you belong to now. A little surprise that I'll be attaching to you a little later that once it's on will stay in place until it gets cut off."

He must have liked the sound of that because he grinned and I could see clearly the outline of his erection jump against its tiny blue covering. Reaching out to it, and taking it between my thumb and fingers I gave it a few gentle strokes as I said,

"It looks like I have a happy little slave boy on my hands."

"Very happy." He corrected, thrusting his groin forward slightly as he did.

He was happy enough that I was afraid he was about to pop, so I took my hand away and lifted it to hook a finger through the ring on the front of his collar.

"Does my very happy slave boy know how to kiss?" I asked.

"Maybe… I read a lot…" He answered as I used the ring to pull his head towards mine. He was a little awkward at first, but certainly a fast and willing learner, and we were having a bit of a tongue duel before I finally broke the kiss. I would have liked to stay there and keep practicing all afternoon, but we still had a lot to do so releasing the ring I said.

"Since you learned how to drive a truck this afternoon, I guess you can learn how to unload one now."

He made a bit of a face, but said "Okay… where should I put everything?"

"You're a smart boy, you figure it out, if you aren't sure about anything, just ask. I'll be putting away things in the master bedroom. The sooner we get done the sooner we can start having fun again." I said.

He grinned, hopped off the table, and scurried toward the door closest to where the truck was parked, but not before I had time to give him a light parting swat on the bottom, for which he gave a surprised little shriek and ran even faster. I picked up the still bulging bags from the sofa and headed upstairs to begin to put everything away.

A big faux rustic four-poster bed that brought many evil ideas to mind as soon as I saw it dominated the master bedroom. The posts were more than sturdy enough to secure Vinnie to, and all the scratches and dings from the bad antiquing job it had received sometime in it's short life, meant that a few extra, chain marks or rope burns wouldn't be a problem. They might even make it easier to believe that it was as old as it was trying to look

There was far more storage and closet space than I would ever need, so I set about putting away all of the toys that I knew I wouldn't need for what I had planned next. Vinnie popped in a few times, once to deliver my suitcase, and a couple more to ask where to put things he was unsure of. Eventually he appeared, struggling to hold up the spool of plated chain that I had bought, that must have weighed almost as much as he did and quickly asked,

"Where do you want this?"

Fearing that any second he wouldn't be able to hold it any more I grabbed it from him, sitting it down temporarily on top of one of the dressers there.

"That's the last of it." He panted as he stood there trying to catch his breath.

His exertions had given him a light sheen of sweat, and he had a bit if a pump going in his arms, chest, and to a lesser extent, his stomach, making him look sexier than ever. He had seemed eager to do some workouts when I had mentioned it earlier, but seeing how good he looked standing there now, I decided he was going to pump some iron in the near future, even if I had to stand over him with a whip while he did. I stepped over to him, and hooking my index finger into his collar ring, I used the thumb if the same hand to press gently under his chin and force him too look me in the eye as I said, "You're a good worker and you did a really good job. I'm so proud of you that I think it's time that I put a symbolic ring onto you to show that you're mine, if you still want to give yourself to me"

I could feel the pressure on my thumb quickly increase and decrease as he vigorously nodded his approval. I pulled him in close for another kiss before saying,

"Go get one of the big towels that we saw in the closet in the hall and bring it in here, I'll start getting things ready."

. When Vinnie got back with the towel I had him spread it out between the posts on the bottom end of the bed, with some hanging over the end. He'd run off so quickly to unload the truck earlier that I hadn't had a chance to trim the excess off his restraints and collar, so I took the time to do it using a pair of heavy shears I got from a leatherworking supply shop where I'd picked up some tools and leather.

The bolt cutters I'd bought at the same time as the chain made quick work of cutting off a length that I handed to Vinnie, asking him to thread it through the ring in his collar until an even amount hung from each side. When he had finished, I had him turn around and feeding an end of the chain under each armpit, locked it to the wrist cuff on the opposite arm, effectively restraining them folded snugly behind him while pulling down on the front of his collar rather than the back and possibly choking him like the more direct method did.

"Does that feel okay?" I asked.

"Not bad now that the chains are warming up." He said.

"I guess it's time for me to see the rest of my boy." I said.

He didn't back up or flinch as I slowly reached forward, took the black waistband of his undies and slowly worked them off of him, being careful not to hook them on his seemingly ever-present woody. After he stepped out of them I got to see him completely naked for the first time, and as with every other part if him I'd been exposed to, his package was perfect. Not too big, and not too small, just right for a boy his age and size.

About the only thing that was a bit of a surprise was that he was uncut, but that was a pleasant surprise, because I was too, and knew far better how to make an uncut prick feel good than a cut one. Pushing down with my index finger on the covered head until I felt some resistance, I let it snap back up against his abdomen while I asked

"Did you behave yourself and leave this thing alone like I asked you to?"

"Can't you tell? I don't think it's gone soft all day."

"Cute, smart, hard working and obedient, I guess I'd better get that ring onto you before someone tries to steal you." I joked as I led him over to the foot of the bed. Turning him so that his bare butt was resting on the towel I pushed on his chest until he fell backward onto the mattress.

When I had been buying supplies to bring with us, I had spotted some black nylon adjustable cargo tie-down straps. Realizing their potential I had bought a four pack of them, and already had one end of a pair of them wrapped and hooked about half way up on each of the posts at the foot of the bed. In no time I had one of the hooks on the other end of the straps hooked into each of his ankle restraints, and as I pulled down on the free ends of the webbing his feet moved upwards and outwards until his legs were spread so wide that his lower back was starting to leave the mattress.

Once he was in position, I released the straps I had been pulling and the cam lock mechanisms held him firmly in place. He squirmed around a bit, and eventually seemed to find a reasonably comfortable position so I asked hem.

"How do you feel?"

"Exposed." Was his only reply.

Spread as wide as he was I could see that his tender inner thighs would make a tempting target for a crop or flogger, and made a mental note to use that position for just that at some time in the future.

The ring itself was made of gold, and consisted of two identical halves. One end of each half had been machined down to a smaller diameter than the main body of the ring and the other had a matching hole bored into it. The salesman had told me that there was a drop of a special adhesive in the bottom of the bores that wouldn't harden as long as it was exposed to air, but within minutes of the two halves being squeezed together it would dry to create a permanent bond.

I showed Vinnie the two halves of the ring, and how they would fit together prompting to ask,

"Is it one of those cock rings I read about?"

"No, but you're close." I said before explaining "It goes on your bag, and your nuts keep it from falling off."

"Will it hurt?" He asked.

"No, it shouldn't, it'll just be a constant reminder and symbol of who you belong to. If it does hurt or feel like anything isn't right, let me know right away. Okay?"

He nodded so I went to work, and a moment later was holding it in place while the adhesive hardened. It had been the smallest size they had, and maybe a little loose on him, but his balls were developed enough there was no way it would slide off without some serious pain, and possibly even damage to them.

"How does it feel? I asked after the drying time had passed and I could finally let go of it.

"It's a little hard to tell like this." He said sarcastically. He had a point, splayed open like he was, wasn't exactly giving him the full effect of having it in place.

"Well you've got one more thing to learn about, and then we'll take care of this thing," I said, giving his still erect dick a couple of tugs. "Then I'll let you down so you can get a better idea of how it feels."

I stepped back over to the dresser and returned with a tube of lube and a thin dildo. It was the smallest diameter one I could find, longer, but not much thicker than Vinnie's own equipment, and was designed for just what I planned to use it for, anal training. His eyes widened slightly as I held it above him so he could see it, but other that a slight groan, he didn't protest.

It was narrow enough that I'm sure I could have forced it into him, even if he was trying his hardest to keep it out, and not do any physical damage to him but that was far from what I had in mind. Once it and his pucker were both well lubed I rested the tip in place and putting just a slight bit of pressure against his anal ring said,

"I know that you've read about this plenty of times, so try to relax and find out which of the ways you've read works for you."

It took a minute or two, but eventually I felt him start to open up, and with just a slight bit more pressure the rubber head slipped in. I didn't move it in much past the head, and after leaving it there for a few seconds slowly pulled it all of the way out again. I reached over with my free hand and stroked his still hard cock as a reward as I said,

"That was pretty good, now try it again.'

I repeated the whole process several times, allowing a little more of the shaft to enter him with each penetration, and each time it seemed to get easier for him. Eventually there was enough of the toy inside him that it made contact with his prostate causing him to gasp,

"Oh wow!"

"You like that do you?" I said rhetorically as I started to slowly fuck him with the slick tool. He was soon squirming and writhing around as much as his bondage would allow, and not thinking he would cum just from that, I took his throbbing erection in my other hand and started to stroke it in time with the thrusts from the dildo. If I had been a little more patient, I think he would have cum from the prostate stimulation alone, because after a very few strokes I saw his thigh muscles tighten as he thrust his groin skywards, and with a bit of a squeal, shot his thin immature load onto his chest and stomach.

I let him recover some before slowly removing the dildo from inside him, giving it a quick wipe with the towel before laying it on the bed beside him. Pushing the releases on the cam locks I slowly lowered his legs before helping him up to a sitting position on the end of the bed.

"That was awesome." He said, squirming a little as a glob of sperm sliding down his stomach tickled him some.

"Looks like you could use a shower." I suggested. "Do you think you can stand up?"

"I think so." He said as he shifted his weight off the bed and onto his still slightly wobbly legs.

Turning him around I unlocked his wrists, leaving the padlocks hanging open on the ends of the chain that still hung down from the ring on his collar. Turning him back to face me said.

"We'll both go for showers now; you can take your new friend with you and wash it while you're at it. When you're finished, put your collar and cuffs back on and leaving the chain like it is, lock your cuffs back to the ends of it. When I come out of my bathroom, I want to see you loosely bound like that, waiting on your knees at the foot of the bed. I've just shown you how to receive pleasure, now it's time for you to learn how to give it."

He nodded enthusiastically, and picking up the dildo quickly headed to his room that had it's own bathroom shower

It sounded a little harsh, but he'd already confessed to me that even though he'd never had the chance, he had a strong desire to try sucking a cock, so there wasn't much of a reason to give him the option to refuse. Even though he was willing, I was still going to make his first time as easy as I could for him, which is why I was about to take a shower and thoroughly clean it before it went into his mouth. It would probably be the last time I intentionally did it, but hopefully it would make it easier to take the plunge for him this first time.

I had thought about using a condom the first time, but decided that the taste of clean skin would probably leave less of a bad taste in his mouth than the latex would. I knew for certain that I didn't need to wear a condom; my opportunities for ever contacting anything had been embarrassingly few, and at their request and expense, I had been thoroughly tested before starting to work at the hotel.

I took my time… put a few things away and rolled up the soiled towel and put it in the hamper to be washed, before going into the bathroom to shower. When I came back out, clean and wearing just a towel around my waist, he was waiting just as I had asked him to.

I sat down on the foot of the bed and he immediately shuffled forward on his knees and waited between my spread knees for me to remove the towel so he could start.

"I'll tell you when I'm about to cum, it's up to you what you do with it." I said as I opened the front of the towel exposing my erection to him. The leer on his face told me that I wasn't going to have to wipe it up off the floor.

He didn't waste any time and went right to work. The chain from his collar to his wrist restraints rattled slightly as he reached up and carefully slid back my foreskin, and as soon as it was bared, he moved in and gave the head a lick before taking the whole knob into his mouth and began sucking in earnest.

It may have been his first time, but if he hadn't told me that he'd never done it before, I never would have guessed it. Much like I did, if something interested him, he read all that he could find on the subject, and now that he was getting a chance to actually try those things, he was a quick enough learner that he needed only minimal instruction from me if any. It might be old and cliché but the saying 'what he lacked in experience he more than made up for with enthusiasm' fit Vinnie perfectly.

"You're doing great." I said, not because he seemed to need any encouragement, but because he really was doing a great job of it. He seemed to have the basics figured out and was now occasionally going down on me far enough that his nose was almost touching my neatly trimmed pubes. He would just let the tip of it touch the back of his throat for a split second, withdrawing again before his gag reflex had a chance to react.

I wasn't huge, in fact I always thought, like I'm sure many men who are honest with themselves, that I was a little sub par in the endowment department, but after looking it up and taking some measurements, I learned that I was almost dead on average. What I did have really liked what Vinnie was doing to it, and all too soon I was warning him that I was about to shoot, causing him to stop experimenting and back off some to concentrate his attentions on just the knob and tip.

To be fair to him, I had quit jerking off a few days ago when I ordered him to, and because of that, when I couldn't hold back any longer shot a larger amount of cum than I normally would into his mouth, but even so, he swallowed it easily, and seemed to be expecting more. When he realized that no more was coming, he let my cock slide free from his lips and after waiting a moment so we could both catch our breath said,

"That was a lot less than I thought it would be… I thought there would be much more to swallow."

"Don't believe everything you read in stories." I warned him, "For the most part the whole 'too much to swallow, overflowing down the chin' thing is just a combination of wishful thinking and wanting to create an appealing picture on the part of writers. What you just had was about average, probably even a bit more than average. I know, I looked it up and measured it. If you want much more you'll have to find a story to live in, or an elephant who likes to get head."

He laughed so I continued saying,

"Do you want some supper, or did I just ruin your appetite?"

"Well, I'm sort of full with all those gallons of cum in my stomach, but I might be able to squeeze a little food in." He said with a snicker.

"Go brush your teeth, and wipe off all that cum that's running down your chin and I'll meet you in the kitchen." I said, keeping the mood light. I was glad to see that he didn't find having a cock in his mouth gross enough to him to put him off eating right afterwards, and didn't want to do anything to change his perception of the task. I was looking forward to many more blowjobs from him in the future, especially since I was planning to take the opening up of his ass slowly and carefully.

"Do you want me to take that chain off?" I asked as he stood to go.

"No, I kinda like it, it's okay for now." He said as he ran from the room.

Thinking that at least one of us should be decent for what appeared to be the very unlikely chance that anyone came to call, I slipped on a pair of shorts and went down to the kitchen to cook us some supper. Vinnie had a little trouble eating his at first until he figured out that he could slide the chain through the ring on the collar to give one hand a little more reach, at the expense of the other.

His mother called while I was showing him how to load the dishwasher, just telling him that she had arrived safely, and checking to see if he had as well. Somewhat understandably she didn't ask about what we had been doing, it would be foolish to do over an open phone line, and although she accepted and was allowing the general concept of our activities, I don't really think she wanted to know all the sordid details.

It had been a long day, and we spent what was left of it together on the sofa. No TV, no music, just each other. I relocked his hands behind his back for a while to help him get used to what I was sure would become one of my favorite ways of binding him. Most of the time I sat straight legged, with him on his knees straddling them with one of his tight little buns in each of my hands, sometimes just kneading them, other times using them to guide him up for a kiss, or even higher to give some attention to his pert dark nipples.

After one particularly long kiss he leaned back some and sighted saying,

"This had been the best day of my life."

"What part did you like the best?" I asked, always curious to learn his preferences.

"All of it." he answered immediately.

"Come on, there must have been some part of it you didn't like." I said.

He thought for a while and said, "Probably just when I got in trouble for being impatient. Not because you told me off, but because it was really dumb of me not to take the time to be super careful like you did. I don't like it when I do stupid things, and I know I won't forget that this is all real again. I'm going to try to be even more cautious than you from now on."

I couldn't resist pulling him in for a quick kiss after a comment like that.

"I could really get used to this." he sighed.

"That's good, but don't get too used to it." I warned.

"Why?" He asked with a worried look.

"Today you started to learn about pleasure, tomorrow you begin to learn about pain." I said.

His smile returned and he said, "If it's half as good as today was, that'll be awesome too."

I kissed him again and he asked, "What about the day after that?"

I didn't know if I should give away too many of my plans, but finally decided that he probably had a good idea already so I said,

"Then we start mixing the pain and pleasure together, until, even if they aren't already, they both become one and the same for you."

"Cool." He sighed with a far off look on his face.

I kissed him yet again, before unlocking his wrists and sending him off to bed. I would have liked nothing more than to have him share my bed that night, but we had what promised to be a difficult but very important day ahead of us tomorrow, and we both needed to be wide awake and well rested for it.