Pietje Puk

Running

*1*

Rob sat in the window-ledge of his bedroom on the first floor, and saw the man coming towards him. The man wore his usual sports clothes, just like the days before: blue sport shorts with yellow stripes, and a split in the side, and a yellow sleeveless with blue stripes on the edges, where his arms and head stuck out. Big sweaty man arms, with muscles that rolled with every step. And big sweaty legs, with muscles that rolled with every step…

Rob looked down at his own boyish arms and legs: thin, hairless, innocent, typical ten-year-old-boy limbs stuck out of his underwear, like there would be thirteen in a dozen. He looked back at the man, he could see him come towards him from far away, because his bedroom window looked out over the parkway, which ended perpendicular on his own street. The man wore sport shoes on his bare feet, and Rob took the binoculars – which he had snitched from his father's trunk in the attic – in front of his eyes and looked at the man in more detail.

He felt safe behind the window-pane, he sat there often and the man never seemed to notice him. Like a machine he rolled his feet over the asphalt, left right, left right. Rob aimed the binoculars higher towards the man's sport shorts. Inside them something was jumping around, like it was alive. The wide-cut fabric left enough room for movement inside, and for a few seconds Rob seemed hypnotized by the free jumping lump in the front. A few times he had tried to imitate the movement, in his own white sports short, running in place in front of the mirror, but his own little bulge was way too small to generate the same effect as the man's. In the beginning he had tried wearing his underoos under his sport shorts, but when that didn't give the required result he had slipped out of his undies and had tried with the slick fabric of his shorts touching his bare buns. Nothing had helped to make his little lump move in the same way as the man's. Rob imagined it to be a huge piece of meat, which the man used, to piss a big stream similarly to a fireman, hosing a house down with his fire hose.

Rob let the binoculars aim higher, to the man's arms. Big arms, strong arms. He imagined how they would grab him, and embrace him, how he would feel safe inside that little space created by the arms, far away from the rest of the world. Rob felt the familiar feeling come up. He felt dreamy, almost sleepy, and yet still very much awake, as if he was floating above the window-ledge, his tummy filled with that special feeling. Without really noticing he flicked a quick finger inside his underoos, to straighten himself out.

Once again the binoculars aimed higher, following the body of the running man, and his face came into view. Rob almost dropped the looking glasses, as the man was looking straight at him. Running closer the man's view sometimes flashed downwards, to the road before him, but then he would aim his gaze straight back at Rob. The man waved at him as he ran around the corner. Rob fell-jumped from the window-ledge, his head flustered red, the feeling in his tummy forgotten.

"Shit."

It came out loud, even if he only meant it as a thought. He counted to ten, and looked back outside over the ledge. The man hadn't stopped, and now Rob saw his behind. He tried to imagine what it would feel like to have his hands on those muscled buns, and the tight feeling in his tummy returned. His head felt hot for two reasons now, because of the blood that had rushed to his cheeks when the man saw him, and because of the fantasy which the man had triggered inside his head. He tried to imagine what the man would look like dressed as Tarzan, but that seemed harder than he thought at first. Arms and legs were easy, but the man's torso was a mystery to him. The fantasy had to be livelier to work on him. Believe me, he had tried before.

Rob laid down on his bed. Then he rose up for a second, just long enough to pull his sleeveless off over his head, and then he dropped flat again. He looked down at his tiny chest and imagined being captured by Kha, the snake… just like Mowgli in the cartoons. Then his fantasy changed. They were big Negros, with muscles, and they had captured him. NO! even better.. He was a thief, and Tarzan had captured him!

Tarzan was back into his fantasy. Now it would work for sure. He imagined Tarzan punishing him. Thieves needed to be punished. He stretched himself out on the bed, as long as he could make himself, and fantasized that Tarzan had tied him up. The feeling in his tummy became stronger. He was floating once more, as if his back floated free from the mattress, and then Tarzan was there again with a stick… no… a whip… he let the whip thrash through the air. Rob had his eyes closed, he was totally in his own fantasy world together with Tarzan. He made little yelps and noises as the fantasy whip hit him, he stretched and stretched more to make it feel as real as possible: stretched long by Tarzan's ropes. Oh, he had been such a bad thief. Time after time Tarzan's arms cleaved the air, time after time he thrashed on the bed as if the leather hit him for real. Then his fantasy crashed by the sound of the front door slamming.

"Shit!"

This time he meant to say it. He hurried to put his sleeveless on and tried to hide the little tent in his undies. Then his bedroom door opened and his mom entered the room.

"Hi sweetie, did you sleep well?"

Rob nodded in confirmation returning his mother's hug while sitting on the bed. He didn't dare to stand, in fear that she would notice he had been fantasizing.

"Don't forget to brush your teeth."

"No mom."

He waited until she had left the room and then he quickly got dressed for the day. Then he went to brush his teeth, and dragged a comb through his unwilling dark blonde curly bangs. It didn't help much, but his mother always noticed when he forgot to do that. He climbed downstairs to the kitchen, where his mother had prepared a quick breakfast. She worked 'in the night' – as she called it – as a nurse, and usually went to bed when Rob went to school. Then later in the afternoon she would be up again to have a dinner with her son, before she had to go back to work.

Rob was alone a lot. Two years ago his father had fallen down from a scaffolding, and died from his injuries. His mother now had the burden of earning money, as night nurse in the local hospital. Rob was often alone left to his fantasies, and he had discovered a world, where he could be and do whatever he liked. His favorite fantasies were those, that gave him the tight feeling in his tummy, and made it seem like his head floated, and the last few weeks his fantasies had been best, when the man came running by. Then he fantasized how the man would capture him. Then he would fantasize about the muscled limbs and the bouncing lump in his shorts. He would imagine how the strong arms engulfed him and forced him to lay still, or to stretch, or would force him to take his clothes off. Very often there was rope involved, and pretended hits. He was good at playing pain, it helped him to amplify the floating feeling. Almost every fantasy he had ended in some beating or another, administered by strong arms… male arms…

"Stop dreaming Robert, eat up."

He returned back to the present, and his now soggy bowl of cornflakes. He spooned some into his mouth, swallowing without chewing, then dropped his spoon on the table.

"Mom?"

"Yes honey?"

"May I run?"

"What do you mean? run?"

"Just… run, in de mornings, like before school or so."

His mother looked up from her own bowl.

"Or on Saturdays… when I don't have school?"

His mother's expression changed some, and she nodded with her mouth full flakes.

Then she swallowed and said: "Ok, but don't wander off too far, just to the park."

YESS! That was where 'his' man also ran! Exactly what he had wished for. His mother however had another question.

"What will you wear, you have no running clothes and I will not go and buy them for you."

"Ooh… I have my own gym shorts, the ones from school, and then I simply go barefoot, I always go barefoot anyway."

Rob walked barefoot a lot. He liked the feel of the world under the soles of his feet. They had a thin layer of hard skin where they used to touch the ground, and by now he was able to walk almost anywhere without hurting his feet. Only once he came home with a cut in his toe, after stumbling on a gravel path, but for the rest his feet could handle anything the neighborhood had to offer.

"I don't have any objections if you do, but stay off the gravel."

"Yess!"

Rob pumped his elbow backwards and balled his fist. That was his victory gesture. Then it was his time for school, and his mother's time for bed.

*2*

The next morning Rob woke earlier than normal. He wore his white gym shorts and a sleeve less, just like the man. He left the house and hung the key on a string around his neck. For a moment it felt cold on his bare skin, but then it warmed up pretty fast. He started to run in the direction of the park, where the man usually appeared. He felt a bit weird, running alone in the streets so early in the morning. There were no cars in the streets yet, and most people still had their curtains closed. It was still cold, and the morning mist created goose bumps on his bare arms and legs. He had chosen not to wear his undies, and hoped his little bulge would hop similarly to the man's. The cold air felt a bit weird on his most protected spot, and for a moment he felt the tight feeling pull into his tummy. But then he concentrated back on the road before him and the feeling went away. Only the cold air kept circulating inside his white sport shorts.

Soon he reached the park, and he slalomed through the bicycle barricade. The black compacted dirt path felt cold and moist under his bare soles, and he started running again. He ran a little slower this time because he wanted to see if the man had arrived yet. The grass besides the path looked wet, and he decided to stay away from there. In the park centre stood a bunch of undergrowth, and the footpath circled around it. He ran a couple of circles around the undergrowth so he could keep an eye on the rest of the park.

Suddenly he saw the man in the distance, running towards him, and he dodged out of sight between the branches of the undergrowth. The man passed by him, and Rob started to follow him on a small distance. The man pretended not to notice him. Rob observed the man's legs and tried to match his stride to the man's, but that was not as easy as he had thought it would be. He also tried to move his arms in the same way as the man did, and he succeeded a little better in that. The man ran fast, although his legs moved slower than Rob's, and the boy had to try his best to keep up with him. Only once did the man look back and smiled, then he just ran on without looking again.

Rob started to get tired, and he felt the cold morning air burn in his throat. Yet he persisted as long as he could, until he suddenly missed a step and fell flat on his face. He whined for a moment, but then found the will to be strong. He pushed himself up until he sat on his bum on the sand, and he hugged his legs with his arms. His knee showed a black stain with a little blood welling up from his skin. He gritted his teeth to keep back the tears that began to blur his vision. He had to blink slowly twice to squeeze the tears away and then he saw the man's legs standing besides him.

"Are you ok?"

The man spoke to him. Rob felt a bit embarrassed but then he nodded, his face still expressing pain. The man knelt besides him and said in a gentle voice:

"We better clean that out, so it won't get infected."

He took a sports bracelet from one of his wrists and used it to wipe the dirt out of the wound. It did not help much, but Rob had only eyes for the man and what he did. HIS man was helping him! The man sat down on one knee in front of him and Rob could look all the way into the leg of his sports short, right on to the inner fabric. The man didn't seem to notice. Rob examined the man's thigh, where it disappeared into the inner fabric and began to fantasize about touching the man's hairs there. The man didn't seem to notice. Rob fantasized about the big lump that was clearly visible inside the fabric and how it bounced inside the shorts when the man ran. He felt his tummy tighten again and the floating feeling started. He was touched by the strong arms, while he sat less than an arms length away from the bulge. Suddenly he realized that his own little lump had changed into a little pointy tent inside his own sport short. The way he had his leg pulled up should give the man the same view as Rob had, only Rob didn't wear any undies!

His hands moved into his lap, to hide what was so clearly visible, and he saw that the man tried to hide a smile. Suddenly the man realized what Rob had been looking at also, and he closed his legs. Rob sighed unwillingly.

"You liked the view?"

Rob felt blood rush towards his cheeks and he nodded quietly.

"I think my view was better though…"

For a moment Rob looked strangely at the man. What did he mean by that? But then he realized that the man spoke of his own shorts, and what was visible there, before he managed to hide it behind his hands in his lap. Rob blushed deeper.

"Sorry."

"Nonsense. We just pretend it was by accident, then it does not matter. And I really mean it, I liked my view better, so it was a fair trade."

Rob could not understand why the man liked his insignificant twig better than the trunk in his own shorts, but somehow it made him feel strangely proud. It certainly did not help to collapse his own little tent and he kept his hands in his lap just to be sure.

The man was finished cleaning his knee, and he looked at his dirty bracelet. He got up and tossed it into a nearby waste bin. Then he slid his hands under Rob's armpits and lifted him up on his feet without much effort. It resulted in his sleeveless being pulled out of his shorts, and the man's big hands touched his bare skin.

"Can you walk?"

Rob was taken aback for a moment. The man's strong arms held him, and he felt his fingers tickle his sides slightly. The man did not seem to notice. He put some weight on his hurt leg and noticed that it wasn't as bad as it looked. Rob nodded.

"I think so mister. Thank you mister."

He did not move away though, the man's hands still supportive beneath his armpits. The man still held on to him and didn't seem willing to let go yet, his big hands half hidden under the white fabric of Rob's sleeveless. Rob floated! His body was motionless between the man's arms and his shorts clearly pointed outwards in front. He realized that the man could see it, but that only added to the tension! The man's hands felt firm on his narrow rib case, and they kept holding him. The tight feeling in his tummy changed, it became stronger and it seemed to swirl through his body. He breathed heavily and whatever was sticking up inside his shorts became the centre of his consciousness. His knees forgot to carry his weight and he was suddenly double happy that the man still supported him with his big hands. His hung safely in the grasp of the stranger, who he seemed to know so well, and the light tickle of the man's fingers seemed to amplify itself at the front of his shorts. His mouth made silly little noises and his eyes were out of his control and turned backwards. His back arched under the man's grip and his hips swayed uncontrollable forwards and backwards. The moment lasted forever.

Suddenly his body went limp, and he hung between the man's hands. He still panted as if he just had been running in stead of sitting on the ground. His forehead showed little beads of sweat and he wiped a hand through the moist. The man turned him around and looked him in the face. His eyes were full of admiration, and something else that Rob could not give a name. There was some sort of gentleness in his eyes, which he only remembered to see on his mothers face, on very special occasions. Rare and spontaneous.

The man pulled the boy towards himself and embraced him into his strong arms. Then he gazed into the boy's young eyes and said: "Thank you, that was the most beautiful thing I ever saw."

He pressed his lips to the boy's sweaty forehead and kissed him. The boy closed his eyes for a moment and sighed deep. Then he pushed himself back from the man's chest and giggled. Quickly he brushed a finger inside his shorts, to adjust something, and then he waved to the man and ran away. Only once he turned around and yelled:

"See ya next time mister!"

Then he ran out of the park, as fast as his little legs could carry him. The man followed slower, walking normally.

***

In de evening just before dinner his mother noticed the smudge on his knee.

"How did you hurt your knee?"

Rob looked down at his knee and shrugged.

"Just fell in the park, no biggy. A man helped me, he is nice."

His mother looked at him for a moment, trying to judge the severity of what happened in the park, then decided that he probably spoke the truth.

"That is nice of the man, what did he do?"

"Well… see… I ran after him, and then I tried to take big steps too. But then I fell and he helped me."

Rob didn't volunteer any more information than that. His mom did not have any business with what he had felt while being held by the man. He decided that he would keep that between the man and himself. Then he also decided it could not hurt to mention the blood so he said: "He had a bracelet, and he wiped the blood for me. He said it was for the infections. Then he had to throw it away."

At the word 'blood' his mother took a second look at the knee. It did not seem too bad though, she could see that a crust had formed over the wound, and that it would probably heal well enough.

"He threw it away? Then maybe you should try to replace it for him. Bracelets are useful things, especially when you run through the park. What did his bracelet look like?"

Rob thought about it a moment and then said: "It was orange, and it was clothy, and it had white stripes on." Then after a moment he added: "It was like elastic stuff."

Mom nodded, she knew the kind he described.

"Tell you what, I will pick up a new bracelet for the man as soon as I can, and you are going on a mission."

The word 'mission' made Rob pick up his ears and he looked full of expectation at his mother.

"You, my dear boy, are going to find out where the man lives, so you know where to take the bracelet when I have bought it."

That was that. Dinner was ready and they sat to eat. Rob liked dinner with his mother, she was a good cook and he didn't see much of her as it was. Between their two daily rhythms there was not much time to share each others company. Even at Sundays, where his mother did not go to work she had to sleep in order to keep her head clear for the next work night.

After dinner they did the dishes together, and then his mother had to leave for work. Rob went upstairs to sit in the window-ledge and looked outside. It did not get dark before late, so he could see plenty. People passing by, and cars going around the corner, someone walking his dog. He did not see his man, he was probably home watching television or something, or maybe he read a book.

Rob climbed down from the window-ledge and searched through his stack of comic books. He had a couple of Tarzan ones, and those were the ones he picked out. He looked at the drawings and decided that his man looked almost the same as Tarzan, he only had to drop his shirt, and then he would look exactly the same. At least that was what he fantasized about that evening. He tried to fabricate a Tarzan look on himself, taking off all his clothes and tying a towel around his waist. It didn't work so well, because the towel was hard to tie, and the print was totally different. He made some poses before the mirror, trying to look vicious, but the towel kept falling down. In the end he just forgot about the towel and posed naked. That worked a lot better, although his body was not as muscular as Tarzan's was. Maybe his man would look better in a towel.

He remembered the man's hands, and how they had held him firm while his body was out of control. He had thought about it a lot today, and he did not completely understand what exactly had happened. He had decided quite soon that he had liked it… a LOT… but it made no sense.

Lately he had found out that there were two kinds of stiffies: One was the kind that just happened, and that was annoyingly in the way usually. The kind that he had to be straightened out with a quick flick of his finger inside his undies, hoping no one would see it. The other kind was the kind that came from his fantasies, the kind that made his tummy feel tight and his head float. He totally did not mind to have one of those, and after today's experience he knew that the intense feelings he had had in the man's hands were somehow caused by his stiffy.

He laid down on his bed, and tried to call forth his fantasies. The man was there, dressed as Tarzan, and Rob was caught and tied to be punished later. The fantasy was good enough, but somehow it lacked something. It was not the same as before any more. His stiffy still made his tummy tingle somewhat, but the man's hands were missing. The gentle tickles where his fingers had touched his bare skin had amplified his tension, and somehow his stiffy had used that to make him feel all wobbly. Without the man's hands it did not work in the same way.

He thought it was better to go to bed, so he could be awake early tomorrow, and start his mission. He showered quickly, like he had promised his mother before, and after putting on some clean underwear he scooted under the blankets. Ten minutes later he was gone to dreamland.

*3*

The next morning he got up early, and dressed in his white running shorts. He did not wear undies, since he liked the feeling of cool air around his little pecker. This time he took a dark green sleeveless shirt in stead of the normal white one. Then he went outside and waited for the man to pass by.

After a while he saw the man coming from the direction of the park. He must have been on his way home now, so Rob got ready to follow him. The man waved at him as he passed by Rob's house and rounded the corner, and suddenly Rob realized he had made a mistake to show himself to the man. The mission was secret, he had to find out without the man knowing. He ran from obstacle to obstacle after the man, but could not keep up. At last he saw the man turn another corner and when he came to the spot to see where the man had gone to, he was out of sight. Rob printed the spot into his memory and went home. Tomorrow he would start here and see where the man went next.

***

Three days he needed to follow the route of the man, and he was fairly certain that the man did not see him again after that first time. Friday came and his mother still had not brought a bracelet with her, so Rob was beginning to wonder if she had forgotten about it. That morning at breakfast he decided to hear her out about it.

"I know where the man lives."

His mother put down her spoon and looked up.

"Oh darned… I forgot all about that!"

"Yea… I figured… the mission was done a long time ago."

Mom pondered a moment on the possibilities and then she said: "It will have to wait until Monday then, I will hang a note on the fridge."

That took care of that, and she went upstairs to shower and sleep. Rob left for school.

***

Saturday came and Rob was up for his running again. This would be the day that he would really see his man. He had begun to call him Tarzan. Not out loud ofcourse, but just in his head. He felt strangely safer since he did that. Tarzan was supposed to capture and punish thieves and other bad people, so with his man being Tarzan, his neighborhood suddenly became a lot safer. Even when he knew it was only in his fantasy.

He got dressed in his normal running clothes: white sport shorts without undies, and a white sleeveless, one his mother made him wear for underwear. The weather was not as cold as it had been last week, but the streets were still cold under his bare feet. He ran to the park feeling the morning air fresh between his legs and that made his willy tighten up a little. He remembered the way the man's lump swayed inside his shorts as he ran by, and he knew he would never be able to make his' move that way. He ran one circle around the undergrowth in the centre of the park, making small toe prints in the dirt path under his feet. Then he saw his man, his Tarzan, run towards him just like last week, and he ran off to meet him.

The man saw him coming from a distance, and he slowed his pace some, to let the kid catch up with him.

"Hi handsome," said the man.

Rob giggled despite his shortage of breath.

"Hi self mister."

He matched his speed to that of the man and ran alongside him.

"How is the knee?"

"It's ok, wanna see?"

They had reached a park bench and the man stopped.

"Sure, come, let's sit."

Rob stopped too and he plopped down on the bench besides his man, then scooted back a bit more so the back of his knees fitted around the front of the bench.

"It got a crust on, mom says it's gonna fall off in time."

He lifted up his leg and offered it to the man, resting his upper weight on his arms behind him. The man took his leg and moved it outwards, so he had to bend at the knee more, exposing his inner thigh to the world. Rob didn't mind, for last time the man had said he liked that view. He felt his willy exposed at the side, and he was almost certain the man could see it. He looked up at the man's face and noticed the same smile around his mouth as last week.

"It looks very good, I think your knee will heal nicely," said the man.

The man let go of his leg but Rob let it lay where it was. He was thinking about his fantasies again and somehow his willy decided to become a stiffy again, only this time it was not the stiffy that made his tummy feel nice. It was just pushing the fabric of his shorts.

"Mister?"

"Yes my boy?"

Rob looked up a moment when the man called him 'my boy', then he continued.

"Mister, do you sometimes dream too?"

The man sensed that the boy meant more than just a simple question, and answered seriously.

"Well… I might say I do, although I do not always remember them when I wake up again."

Rob objected: "No, I mean dream when you are not asleep?"

The man picked up the idea and answered:

"Ah, you mean daydream, like fantasizing with pictures inside your head?"

Rob nodded, still having his leg up in the man's lap.

"I often dream when I sit in the window, you know… when you run by," Rob offered.

"I like to run by your house, it is nice to have someone to wave to. And what do you dream about when I run by?"

"Tarzan." came Rob's resolute answer. "I like Tarzan a lot."

The man thought for a second but didn't answer so Rob continued.

"Tarzan catches thieves and bad people, and then he punishes them. With a whip!"

The man looked surprised a moment.

"A whip you say? I bet there are not many thieves left in Tarzan's jungle then. I suspect whips hurt a lot."

Rob nodded, for a moment he tried to imagine again what Tarzan's whip felt like in his fantasy.

"Maybe he just uses a stick or so?"

The man nodded. "Maybe."

Rob looked at the man's face again and dared his next step.

"I bet Tarzan is good at tying up the thieves too. Then they can not run away when he beats them."

The man made a short rumble inside his throat and his face split open in a wide laugh.

"You sure have it all worked out don't you boy."

Rob nodded again.

"I dream a lot, so I know how he does it."

His stiffy was back to being a willy again, and since the man was not really looking at his exposed flesh any more, he took his leg back from the man's lap.

"I like Tarzan really much."

He swallowed the rest of his words. He almost told the man that he looked like Tarzan in his fantasies, but fear for being ridiculed stopped him just short of spilling the beans. He stood up and said: "Now I go run again."

The man stood up too and in an impulse Rob hugged his hips, laying his cheek to the man's belly. The man's shirt smelled of sweat.

"I like you, you are nice."

The man scooped Rob's head into his big hand and answered:

"I like you too kiddo, it's nice to know you."

Rob looked up a moment and smiled bashfully, then he ran off waving and shouting

"Bye!"

The man watched the boy kick his little legs against the earth, running off towards home. His scantly clad bum wiggling away from him. He did not really understand what that talk had been about but he would probably find out sooner or later. If not, then it was no loss, every boy deserved his own mystery after all. He was convinced the kid had showed him his little package on purpose, and he sure did not object to that, but he did not understand why any boy would be so shameless about that part of his body around a stranger. As the boy disappeared in the distance he felt the afterglow of the boy's hug. He still felt the boy's head in his hands and he already missed him. Ever since the kiddo had appeared in the park he looked forward to his early morning runs, and he hoped they would soon meet again.

Rob ran home. He tried to hold on to the feeling of his man's stomach against his cheek and the man's words still echoed in his ears. The man liked him… Tarzan liked HIM! He hoped his mother would not forget to bring a bracelet on Monday, because that would give him a reason to visit his Tarzan at home. Suddenly his tummy felt tight again, and although his head did not float, he felt good and happy.

*4*

Mom had not forgotten the bracelet on Monday, so Rob had the task of bringing it to the man today. It was Saturday afternoon, and he had been running with Tarzan already. His man had been a lot faster than him, and after a small effort on his side he let the man run along, making only one round, where the man did two. Each time he got lapped by the man he would feel a hand on top of his head, ruffling his dark blonde wavy hair and then the man would be gone again. After a while Rob had found the bench where they sat before, and few rounds later the man had joined him. They just sat together without lifting Rob's legs this time, and they spoke of home, and mom, but when the man asked about dad Rob politely said his goodbyes and left, waving once more from a distance.

Back home he had showered and now he got dressed for the occasion. He put on normal clothes this time, not his running clothes. He started with a pair of y-fronts. His mother had bought new underwear for him some time ago, with print on, but he felt a little too old for those by now. According to Rob ten year old boys didn't wear printed underwear. He still had the old y-fronts though and usually if he wore underwear he would put those on. They were a bit slobbery from the many turns in the washing machine, especially at the legs, but anything was better than printed 'little boy undies'. He chose cut off jeans, and a red t-shirt with a Tasmanian Devil cartoon print in front over his bare torso. It would be too warm for two layers of clothing. He put sneakers at his feet, no bare feet, but he made a conscious effort to 'forget' his socks.

Rob didn't like socks, nor shoes. He liked to feel the world under his bare feet and if his mother hadn't insisted on him wearing shoes to school, he would go barefoot everywhere. Mom had combed his hair this morning too, just before she had gone off to work, and although it was dry by now it still looked as if it was wet. He hated it when his mom combed it, because she would not only run the comb through his bangs, but she would end by pushing the wavy curls back into shape with her hand. It always made his head feel tight on top, as if he wore a hat or something.

He left the house carrying a small package and a paper. The package contained the bracelet. He felt a bit weird, as if the man he was going to visit was not the same as the man he ran with. Also meeting his man with normal clothes on his body felt strange. Not because of the fact that he wore clothes, he did that a lot, but the fact that it was normal clothes in stead of his running shorts. He wondered if the man would recognize him without 'the view'. He tried to make the feeling go away by skip-hopping part of the way, but apart from shaking his hair loose a bit it did not help much.

He reached his man's house and looked at it from the other side of the street. The sun was shining into the living room window and the front door was open. To the side he could see the start of a high fence, too high for him to look over, and there was a gate in it that also stood open. He felt tight in his tummy again, but without the floating feeling. This was fear for the unknown. He took a deep breath and crossed the street towards the man's front door, but when he looked inside he saw no one. He called out once, then once more a little louder. Nothing happened. Inside he saw stairs leading up, and four doors. At one wall was a coat hanger and on the floor under the coats he saw the man's running shoes. The other wall had a tall mirror, tall enough to show a whole person from head to toes. He called once more, and then he decided to look at the side of the house, where the gate was.

He stuck his head inside the gate and was rewarded with a view of the man's rear. He sat on his knees near a flower border and was doing something with his hands in the dirt. He was shirtless and wore only shorts. Not his running shorts, these were black silky ones. In the back of the garden was a new building, with windows in. It was too big to be a garage or a shed, so Rob wondered what it was for. He halted just inside the open gate and took a deep breath. He felt a bit dizzy from excitement and anxiety and he only managed to make a raspy sound.

"Uhm… cough hello mister?"

The man turned around and looked at him, then his face lit up and he walked towards Rob, his dirty hands stretched out forwards to hug him.

"Hey Handsome, what brings you here?"

Rob dodged the dirty hands and suddenly felt a lot better somehow. He stuck out his hand with the package and told the man:

"Mom bought this, because you had to throw the other away."

The man took the package and began to open it. Rob had a chance to take a good look now, and he saw that the man looked almost like Tarzan. Maybe he didn't have the same amount of muscles as Tarzan did, but Rob hardly noticed that. His chest had not much hair, but Rob could see some around the man's nipples. He also saw a dark trail start at the man's bellybutton, and going down into his shorts. He wished he could just see how far down that went, but he thought it better not to try. Rob could clearly see the outline of the man's bulge, although it did not sway like it did when he ran. He tried to find out if the man had a stiffy or not, but found it impossible to tell through the fabric. It sure was big enough for it, if he compared it to his own.

"You like the view?"

The man brought him back from his fantasy and suddenly he felt the blood rush to his cheeks. All he could stammer was:

"Yea… no… I mean…" he regained some control… "yes… I think I do…"

The man burst out in laughter and ruffled his hair, then he held up his wrist, showing he new bracelet.

"It fits perfectly, please tell your mother thanks from me."

Rob nodded. He looked at the man's face, not daring to gaze back to his body again. Then he held out the paper he had in his other hand.

"This is from me." He held the white side up, because he didn't really trust to show what it was, in fear that the man would think it was silly. The man took the paper and turned it over. It showed two people, a big one and a little one. Rob had traced the big one over from one of his comics: Tarzan running. The other he had tried to copy from the mirror, while he posed in front of it, but he was not really satisfied with the result.

"Hey, that is a good drawing… I can see who that is."

The man pointed at the smaller figure.

"That is you, a striking resemblance."

Then he pointed at the bigger figure.

"Is that your father perhaps?"

Rob almost walked away, but he did not want to leave his man just yet, so he answered: "No, that is Tarzan."

The man remembered the Tarzan talk they had in the park and nodded slowly. "You certainly like Tarzan a lot."

"Yes mister, he punished thieves and so."

"Why don't you come further inside, then you can help me a little here."

Rob looked back towards the street, then gazed passed the man into the garden.

"Ok."

He stepped further inside and like the well raised boy that he was he closed the gate behind him. He pointed towards the building in the back of the garden and asked:

"What's that?"

The man turned to see what he pointed at, and answered: "That is where I earn my money. I make new limbs for people who miss some. You want to see?"

Rob had only a slight idea what the man meant so he nodded yes. The man washed the dirt off his hands under a garden hose and led Rob towards the building. The door was not locked and inside he saw work benches at the walls, and a big worktable in the centre. On the workbenches he saw metal concoctions that looked rather strangely. The man picked one up that was not so big, and showed it to Rob.

"Look here… there is this boy that came here, and his leg is gone. He rides a wheelchair now, but he would rather walk again. Walking on one leg is a little bit hard so I make this for him, and when it is finished he can put it under his short leg and replace the missing part. It is called a prosthesis."

Rob looked at the concoction in the man's hands and tried to imagine how it would be to run with one of those for legs. He decided that it would be better not to walk on that, but rather on his own leg.

"How does he move it?"

"He doesn't. It only hangs there, and he needs to learn how to walk again when he gets this leg. Still it is better than hopping around on one leg, or sitting in a wheelchair all day."

"I think a wheelchair is cool, you get to ride all day."

The man smiled some sort of smile and answered: "But if you have to sit the whole day you get an awfully sore bum, don't you think?"

Rob pondered about that a for moment, then he decided that walking was better than sitting all day long, so he nodded his approval. "Is it hard to make those?"

The man thought a moment… "It is not as simple as it looks, because it has to fit quite good to the person that is going to wear it. If I make it to long, or too short the person will not walk comfortable, so I have to take a lot of measurements and be careful what I make."

Rob tried to imagine how the man measured a leg that wasn't there, and then he got a silly idea.

"Did you ever make a willy for someone?"

The man burst out laughing and slapped the boy on his shoulder. "You sure have something with willies, don't you? And the answer is no, I never made a willy yet."

Rob blushed and glanced at the man's shorts once more. "You made THAT one… " he pointed.

"Yes, I certainly did, but it was effortless, it grew all by itself, just like yours."

Rob looked down at his own cut off jeans and decided that there had not grown much yet. "Mine is puny… its only big when my tummy tickles."

The man went down on one knee in front of Rob and took his shoulders in his big hands. "I know yours is not as big as mine yet my boy, because I have peeked inside your shorts just as well as you have peeked into mine. I know yours is perfect for a boy your age, and I don't think I would like to see a big one like mine between your legs. Just wait, as your body gets bigger the rest will grow along as well."

Rob felt strangely proud when the man said he had a perfect willy, and strangely enough he got one of those stiffies again that he HAD to straighten out. Quickly he sucked in his tummy and ran a finger through his undies. That was much better. The man pretended he had not noticed.

Rob fantasized for a little while, about how it would be to have an extra willy. Then he giggled to himself at the image of someone measuring it, and it did not help at making his own willy get smaller again. The man looked at him and asked: "Care to share?"

Rob snickered once more and said: "I thought maybe you want to make my willy, then you can measure it." His eyes sparkled at the thought, even he was not entirely certain he meant it or not.

"Well … I can certainly try, but I think I know a better way to copy your willy, since you still have it. I can simply make a cast, and then I have the form exactly as it is there."

He pointed to Rob's front. Rob blushed again and decided it was maybe not a good idea after all. He kept giggling about it for the next few minutes or so.

"You can also make your own willy, then I can put it next to my bed…" Rob burst out laughing at THAT image, but the man just smiled and said: "I do not think your parents would agree to that young man, willies do not belong next to a boy's bed."

The man opened the outside door and gently pushed Rob back into he garden. "Let's go outside, I can be in this room long enough again next week."

He followed Rob and closed the door, then he jokingly picked the boy up and draped him over his shoulder. Rob shrieked once and then he began to moan on every step the man made, pretending to be badly mangled. He felt his t-shirt ride up and the man's hand on his bare back. Then he was deposited onto a garden chair and the man went inside. When he came out again, he had two glasses of lemonade with him, and he handed one to Rob. He suddenly felt thirsty, something he had not noticed before, and he emptied his glass in one big gulp.

Then he found the garden hose laying next to his chair and he decided to get even with the man for lifting him up like that. He aimed at his man and squeezed the pistol grip. A big jet of water splashed the man right on his chest and for a moment he was paralyzed by the cold temperature of the water. Rob roared with laughter at the man's reaction but then the man lunged at him to get hold of the hose. Of course Rob lost to him. He was in turn soaked thoroughly with water. The man even put he nozzle into Rob's shirt and made sure he was soaking wet. Rob tried to shield himself from the spray by sticking out his hands, and he managed to splatter some of the water back at the man, but he was no match for him. Within two minutes he stood dripping wet next to the garden chair, looking like a drowned cat. He did not laugh any more, but actually felt more like crying. He knew he had it coming though, and he kept his tears back and acted tough.

"I only sprayed you a little…"

"Right you are boy, and I sprayed you a lot. You should know better than to pick on someone twice your size!"

Rob looked down at his soggy clothes and wondered how he could ever go home in those.

"Mom's gonna kill me…"

"I certainly doubt that, Just get out of them and I will dry them in the dryer. That will only take a few minutes."

Rob looked around, he was not used to taking his clothes off outside, but he thought it would not harm him here, since no one could look over the fence anyway. He slowly removed the wet t-shirt and cut off jeans and handed them to the man. His undies were wet too, but he did not dare to take those off. He was not yet prepared to be naked in front of the man, and definitely not outside in the garden. The man went inside with his clothes and came out a few minutes later, carrying a towel over his shoulder. He waved Rob over to him and dried him from top to toe with the towel. Rob did not object to that, since he liked the attention very much, and he remembered the man's hands under his armpits in the park that day. If his undies had not been so wet he would probably have gotten yet another stiffy, but the cold water kept his little bulge compact. The man held him on arms length for a moment and took a good look at Rob. Rob felt a bit silly under the man's gaze, but then he decided that he did not mind the man looking at him. He was rather used to it by now in the park, and it gave him a warm kind of feeling inside to find that he was admired. He sat back down on his chair, and with a naughty smirk on his face he lifted his one knee up to his chest. He knew what that did to the wide legs of his wet underpants and sure enough the man's gaze went down to take a peek.

"You like the view?" he echoed the man's words from before.

"I sure do, handsome!" came the answer with a smile.

Rob decided to tease the man a little and he put his hands in his lap, so his little package was hidden from view. The man saw what he did and he playfully stuck his tongue out at Rob. Rob stuck his tongue out too and for a few seconds they were making faces at each other. Then the man looked straight into Rob's eyes and sat down on his own chair, lifting his leg exactly as Rob had done. Rob could not help but look at the man's shorts. The man did not budge but said: "Fair is fair."

Rob saw some of what was hidden inside the man's shorts. He saw hair, and a HUGE ball, and part of a willy that was so thick that his own hands would not be big enough to engulf it. And Rob saw it was not even a stiffy yet!

"You like the view?" echoed the man.

Rob nodded slowly, totally perplexed at what he saw. He never had thought a willy could grow so big, but then the man dropped his leg again and the view was gone.

Rob sighed, the man smiled gently. Not the kind of smile that made you feel ashamed, but another smile. One that looked almost sad in a way. Rob began to feel sweaty from being folded up all the time and he lowered his leg too. It did not help much on his undies, but at least it helped on the heat. His undies were almost dry too now, but he hoped his clothes would still be wet inside the dryer. He felt nice without his clothes on in the warm weather, and he hoped he could stay undressed a little longer. Again he felt the man's gaze upon him, and he noticed the man staring at his chest and tummy. Part of him felt weird under the man's gaze, but the other half of him felt warm and admired. He found out that he really liked to be good looking for the man, even if he could not understand why the man was so interested in his young body. He remembered that Tarzan also had a boy with him, and he suddenly saw himself as the boy of his own Tarzan man. His mind started to wander and within minutes he was imagining himself captured by Tarzan again. Only this time Tarzan looked exactly like his man, chest and all! He felt his willy stiffen, and the tight feeling came to his tummy. The man must have noticed, but Rob did not care any more. He half hoped that the man would lift him up so he could get the special feeling again, just like that day in the park, but the man kept sitting in his chair, looking at the show before him. Suddenly he got up and came to Rob. He grabbed the boy's head and kissed his cheek much to Rob's embarrassment. His voice sounded strangely insecure when he said to Rob:

"You sure are one special boy, you know that?"

Then he went inside to get Rob's clothes out of the dryer. He handed them to the boy and said: "Here sweetheart, you better put them on and go home before I break something."

Rob only understood half of that, and he slowly put on his clothes again. They were perfectly dry and felt raspy on his skin, after being bare for so long. He felt a bit sad that he had to leave, he had enjoyed the man's company and he rather wanted to stay a lot longer, but he also understood that the man had to work in his garden some more. He did not understand what the man meant by his remark about breaking something, but he did not dare to ask about it. Tarzan never broke something, he was too smart for that.

Again he envisioned himself under the big hands of the man, being punished, and immediately the nice feeling in his tummy returned. He settled for the next best thing though and hugged the man's hips while laying his cheek to the man's stomach. The man's skin felt nice on his cheek and when he felt a big hand cup his hair he felt safe.

"Goodbye sweetheart, I hope you come run again next week."

"Goodbye mister, I'll be there."

He stepped out of the garden through the gate in the fence and was back at the front of the house. The man waved for a moment and then he closed the gate. Rob was alone again. He walked into the street and looked back one more time. The front door was still open but the man was back in the garden behind the house. Rob could see the man's running shoes in the hallway and decided to take matters into his own hands: Tarzan captured thieves and punished them. He wanted to be captured by Tarzan, so he should become a thief.

Quickly he looked left and right to see if anyone could see him. Then he took a fast grab inside the man's front door and ran off with his trophy close to his body. He felt strangely excited, and also a little scared. What if the man would not miss his shoes? What if the man never found out it was him? What if the man punished the wrong thief for the theft… Suddenly he was not so sure any more, but he did not dare to go back. He reached home and opened the door with the key around his neck. Then he dropped the stolen shoes on the floor in the hallway and went upstairs. He needed to think, and he wanted to fantasize some more about Tarzan. Things were looking up he hoped, if only his man would come to capture him!

He saw on the clock that his mother would not wake up for at least another hour so he undressed himself and laid down on his bed. He closed his eyes and began to fantasize about his Tarzan. He imagined how the man threw a lasso around him, and reeled him in slowly, all the time telling him what a bad thief he had been.

It was a scary fantasy as well as an exciting one. Tarzan made sure he could not escape… and Rob stretched himself out into his favorite fantasy position: arms high up over his head and stretched as much as he could. Maaaan, that Tarzan made tight ropes… He felt his tummy itch, he knew his stiffy was standing up tight against his tummy and his head began to float. He tried to play a little with his balls, because that was the only thing he knew that could hurt enough as punishment, except hitting. But he knew that hitting himself did not give the right feeling. He longed for the man's hands on his skin again, to feel that special feeling he had in the park. But the man was not here. Rob hoped he would hurry and find the thief soon. He tried to rub his chest with his own hands, but that did not have the desired effect either. After a while he grew tired of trying and he stopped his game. Mom would wake up soon so he got dressed and went downstairs to watch some television.

Only five minutes after he turned on the television he heard his mother's telephone ring. He heard her talk to someone in her bedroom on the phone and then she came out in her night gown. Rob saw her come into the living room carrying the man's shoes in her hands and she looked at him strangely, Rob knew he was in trouble.

"I think you better go to your room now." was all she said, and so he did.

This was not how it was supposed to be, Tarzan had to find them, not his mother. He closed the door to his room behind him, took one of his comic books and sat in the window-ledge.

***

The man finished his work in the garden and went inside to shower. He closed his front door and immediately noticed something missing. Just to be certain he looked around a bit but he did not find what he was looking for. He felt sad. He had thought the kid liked him, but in stead he betrayed him by stealing his shoes. He only had to ask and he would have bought him a pair. Now he had the unpleasant task of getting them back again.

He looked up the number of the boy's parents and called. A woman answered and they arranged for a meeting that evening. He felt let down and hurt by the boy, and he hoped he could clear things up with his mother. With a heavy heart he went to take a shower and got dressed, all the time mumbling to himself… "Silly boy, silly silly boy."

When he came down after his shower he saw the boy's drawing laying on the table and he picked it up to look at it. The drawing had been such a nice gesture before, but now he just felt disappointed in the boy. He saw the figure of the boy on the drawing and smiled a sour smile, then he looked at Tarzan and noticed he wore the same shorts in the drawing as he wore when he went running. He put the drawing down again and stared out of the window for a while, all the time thinking about where he had gone wrong with the boy, but he could not put his finger on it. Finally it was time to visit the parents so he locked the house and walked away.

***

Rob had sat in the ledge for the time he needed to skim through two comics, and then he saw the man coming. He looked at him from above and waved, but the man did not wave back. He looked down and refused to notice him. That was even more wrong than what his mother had done by finding the shoes first. A cold hand reached inside his chest and closed itself around his heart. He did not understand, Tarzan should not react like that, he would come and capture him! He heard the front door open and close, and muffled voices came from downstairs. Rob tried to listen to what they had to say by pressing his ear to the floor, but it did not work.

The two adults downstairs talked for a long time. Mother went to the kitchen a few times and Rob noticed that she would be late for her night shift today. Any minute he expected his Tarzan man to come upstairs to get him, but nothing happened. In the end the man just left carrying his shoes in his hand and the front door closed. Rob watched his back disappear into the distance and the man still did not look at him, not even when he knocked on the window to draw his attention. Everything was wrong, Tarzan did it wrong and when his mother came upstairs to tell him he had an appointment the next day things were even more wrong. His mother sounded disappointed and tired, even as she just slept the whole day. She ordered him to bed early, and when she was satisfied he was in bed she left for work. His fantasies did not work, they only made him more scared that things were wrong beyond repair. His head was filled with "what if's" and there was one "what if" that managed to make his eyes tear up. "What if Tarzan didn't want to see him any more?" It was very late before he finally cried himself to sleep on his pillow.

*5*

The next morning his mother had to wake him up. She shook his shoulder gently until he was conscious and then she went downstairs to make breakfast. Rob went downstairs in just his underwear, he did not feel like getting dressed or doing anything. He was certainly not hungry but felt a bit sick to his tummy. It was not enough to make him puke, but just enough to make him feel miserable. His mother urged him to eat, and she showed him an alarm clock that she had set on the table.

"When this one goes off you have to go see mister Francis to apologize. Then you have to do chores for him to make up for what you did. I am very disappointed in you and I had NEVER EVER thought you would be capable of stealing. I thought the two of you were on good terms, now I do not know what to think any more."

She waved her hand though the air as she said "NEVER EVER" and she looked quite upset. Then she added:

"And get dressed properly, Put something on that can get dirty, I have a feeling the chores are not going to be the cleanest ones."

She had not given him his morning hug, and when breakfast was over all she did was take his bowl to the sink. She pushed the alarm clock into his hands and ushered him upstairs to go and get ready.

"… and do not come down before it is time to leave, you are to stay in your room."

He had gotten a splinter of new hope when his mother told him he had to go see his man… Mister Francis… the name was wrong. He tried the name on his tongue a few times.

"Tarzan Francis… Tarzan Francis"

Everything was completely different from what he had imagined it to be, even his man's name sounded weird to him. He remembered how the man had liked his drawing the day before, so he began to make another one. Tarzan and him. Tarzan had a stick, and he was the boy, tied up at his feet. Maybe he could still fix it all.

The alarm went way too early and he quickly slipped into the clothes he had worn the other day. Then he took his new drawing and after locking the front door he ran to the man's house. The man's frontdoor was closed, so was the gate to the side. Rob suddenly felt the cold hand return to his chest and his legs became shaky. He had rolled the drawing up into a tube and held it in his hand, his other hand tried to ring the doorbell three times, and only the third time he had courage enough to really push on it.

The man opened the door and looked down at him. His expression was hurt and Rob could see that he had not slept well either.

"Well… and so it begins."

Rob did not understand what he meant, but took it as an invitation to come inside. He stepped into the hallway and saw the shoes back on the floor under the coats, where they belonged. Rob felt very weird, standing inside the house, and when the man urged him into the living room, with his hand gently pushing his back, he felt totally alien. His head felt like it was wrapped in cotton and the reactions of his man were so wrong that he almost started crying again. He bit his lip and when the man sat down in a chair, he went over to give him the drawing. The man's gaze flashed to the roll a moment and he took it from him. He did not open it or look at it at all, he just held it in his hand resting in his lap while looking at Rob's face. He sighed deep.

"Well little man, name me one good reason why I should not call you a thief."

Rob wanted to ask him to look at the drawing first, but decided the question needed an answer. His voice had left him though, due to stress of the moment, and he fiddled his fingers when he opened his mouth. He looked at he floor, shamefully and confused, and everything that came out of his mouth was a raspy sound. He coughed and tried again…

"I am a thief…"

The man took his one hand into his own and looked up from his sitting position. Rob tried once more to point at the drawing, but the man continued his questions.

"Please boy, tell me why you had to steal from me, I do not understand it. I thought we were such good friends."

The words cut through Rob's soul like a knife… "were good friends"… he started sobbing and his answer was impossible to understand. The man pulled his hand, so he had to sit down on his knee, and he asked again.

"Please tell me why?"

Rob snorked his nose and tried to speak clearly, it still came out rather whiny, but at least you could make out the words.

"Because you are Tarzan."

There… the big words were out and Rob suddenly felt better. His fear was still there, but his big secret was out. The man did not answer for a while and Rob dried his eyes on his Tasmanian Devil.

The man sat quiet for a long time, and let everything he knew about the child in his lap pass by his inner eye. He had called him Tarzan, he had stolen, and he clearly felt sorry for what happened. He was missing something and he had to find out what it was. He felt an ache in his heart for this kid, he needed to find out what had triggered this strange behavior, and above all he wanted nothing more than to mend their disturbed relation.

"Why do you think you should steal from me, if I am Tarzan sweetheart. I do not understand."

Rob answered by pointing at the drawing, still rolled up on the man's hand. The man finally noticed its presence and unrolled it. Then he looked up at Rob, and back down at the drawing again. The two figures were clearly enough the same as the ones on his previous drawing. Maybe less quality, but the meaning was clear. The Tarzan had a stick, the boy was tied up… He looked up at the boy again because he HAD to be absolutely certain he understood right.

"That is me… right?"

He pointed at the Tarzan figure. Rob nodded quietly and scooted deeper into the man's lap, leaning against his torso.

"… and that is you… on the floor… right?"

Rob nodded again. He felt the man's warm body against his own and the man did not push him away.

"… and I am hitting you with a stick?"

The man's voice expressed more than just a question, it was more like he could not believe what he just said.

"Yes… I am a thief."

Rob almost whispered it because he felt so embarrassed about saying it out loud. The man dropped the drawing and suddenly squeezed the boy against him. Rob let him, even it felt a bit uncomfortable being packed so tight and squeezed so hard. When the man finally let go of him he could see that his eyes looked weird, and he blinked a few times to clear them. His voice sounded a little different too when he spoke and asked his next question.

"Sweet boy, my wonderful boy, where did you ever get the idea that I could hit you like that?"

Rob saw his world collapse. His man did not want to be Tarzan, he was just a man. His posture collapsed too, together with his world and he suddenly seemed two inches [5 cm] shorter. He hung his head and said: "You ARE Tarzan." As if it explained everything.

Strangely it did. The man saw his role in the boy's imagination, he also saw what the boy wished from him, even he did not understand how a young boy could wish to be hit. He tried to imagine hitting him with a stick, but he could not do it. Still he got an idea and he made up his mind.

"Are you absolutely certain that you want to be a thief? If you say no now, I will forget you stole from me, but if you say yes, I will have to punish you. Think well before you answer."

Rob did not have to think long, he heard the man speak and perked up. Then he nodded his head and said clearly: "oh yes! please… I am a thief, you HAVE to punish me." and he made his puppy eyes and begged "Please?"

Rob's chest felt like it would explode. His man would become His Tarzan, he would feel the strong hands on his skin once more, he would be at the mercy of those strong arms. He would be the thief and Tarzan would punish him… His tummy felt weird, he felt rather sick again but not because he had to puke. It was a different kind of sick and it certainly made his willy change into a stiffy. He stood up from the man's lap and very obviously adjusted himself. His face was split open into a big smile and he hopped from one leg to the other, as if he needed to pee bad.

The man saw his reaction and decided that the boy really meant what he said. He got up and grabbed the boy's shoulders, looking him straight into the eyes.

"Ask me then boy, please ask me so I can believe you are serious about what you want me to do."

Rob thought for a moment because he did not want to mess this up. He needed this so badly he could TASTE it and his head was spinning in anticipation.

"Please mister Tarzan sir, please punish me, cuz I am a thief?" And before the man could do anything else he added: "…with rope and so, or else it is not real."

The man nodded.

"I need to get some things, you stay here and strip down to your underpants. When I come back I want to see your clothes folded on that chair."

Rob nodded and immediately pulled his t-shirt over his head. The man left the room and went outside while Rob pulled down his cut off jeans and folded it onto the chair. Then he made a mess folding the t-shirt, but he hoped it would be good enough. T-shirts were obviously not his strongest point. He stepped back and stood tall, waiting for the man to return. His stiffy clearly tented his old slobbery undies in front.

The man came back carrying a small box. He put the box on the table and came over to Rob.

"Very good. Next time when you wait for me I want you to stand in a certain way. Remember that I am Tarzan, and you are my boy."

Rob nodded, he felt so proud when the man called him HIS boy. The man took his wrists and laid both hands on Rob's head. Then he pushed the boy's elbows all the way wide, so he looked like a little sail boat with two sails sticking out. Then he knelt on one knee in front of the boy and spread his legs a little. Just enough to make Rob feel vulnerable – down there – but not enough to make him loose balance.

"Remember this. Elbows out boy, and stand tall."

Rob stretched himself, making his chest and is bum stick out. The man just stood there looking at him for a while, and Rob felt immensely proud of himself. Then the man took his head between his big hands and kissed his forehead long and hard. Rob closed his eyes and didn't open them before the man started to speak again.

"You have been a thief boy, and you need to be punished. Come here."

Rob stepped closer and the man took hold of his arms again.

"I will make sure you won't run away now, thieves are my prisoners."

He turned Rob around, took his wrists and bent them gently behind his back. He took the boy's under arms horizontally parallel to each other and Rob felt a rope being twisted around them a few times, then a short pull and he could not move them any more. His arms were rather tight under his shoulder blades, and his shoulders were pulled backwards, making his chest stick out in front. His head was floating and his stiffy had never been as hard or tingly as it was now, except maybe that time in the park. The man now rolled an second rope-end around Rob's ankles and he felt his legs being tied together. He tried to keep his balance but realized he was going to fall. He felt the world give away, and suddenly he was caught by two strong hairy arms. The man deposited him gently on the ground and run his hand over his tummy once. Then he went to get a stool and picked Rob up. He sat down on the stool and lifted Rob over his knees. Rob protested:

"You are not Tarzan yet!"

"Quiet boy, no speaking!"

The man put him back down on the ground though and removed his own t-shirt.

"Better now?"

Rob nodded. Now his man had turned into Tarzan, and he would finally punish him. He tried his bonds a moment and found them rather tight. He could only squirm and bend at the hips, and turn his head to the side. He felt strangely safe in his helpless state and had no fear of his man at all. He just had fear for the man's punishment, but he decided that is was not a bad kind of fear. It felt strangely good to be this frightened and it felt even better between his legs. His tummy tingled, his stiffy throbbed and his bum itched in anticipation.

The man lifted him back up and put him over his knees, bum sticking up. He held him at his arms, making sure he stayed in place.

"Ready? this is going to sting."

Rob could not use his voice, all he could do was whisper: "please punish me… please".

He was shaking all over now, it was impossible for him to keep still and he stuck his rear cheeks high up in the air. Suddenly he yelped and arched his back.

"AWW…"

The man had landed a stinging blow on his cheeks and Rob felt a burning sensation go through his skin. It hurt a lot, and yet he had to giggle about it too. Yet something was wrong, it was not right, and suddenly he said: "My undies! you forgot my undies!"

"I will decide what I want to forget or not boy!"

He felt a second blow to his cheeks and this time he felt less urge to giggle about it. It fucking HURT. The burn in his skin radiated down to his stiffy and it throbbed. For some reason each blow to his cheeks made his stiffy tingle and jump more.

SLAP!

Another blow aimed at only one cheek. Rob bit his lip and wiggled in the man's lap. He half wanted it to stop, but he also wanted more. He needed the attention, and he needed to feel the stinging blows, but he also felt like his cheeks were on fire. He was torn between lifting his butt again and trying to hide his cheeks with his hands. His arms tried their bonds again but the ropes were too strong.

SLAP!

Tarzan hit his other cheek. He started to wine a little and the man could make out only three words.

"My undies, my undies…pleeease."

Rob needed it to be real, he needed it to be a true punishment. he needed the hits on his bare flesh.

The man grabbed a hand full of his hair and turned his head up. It felt firm but the grip was not too firm that it hurt him.

"Are you certain boy?" came his stern voice, "IF I take them off you will get at least ten more! answer me!"

Rob dreaded the ten more, he also needed his undies to come off. He was torn between two choices but his body knew what it wanted. His stiffy needed this more than anything else and every blow made the tingle almost unbearable. He had NEVER felt this good before in his life, not even in the park. The man gently pulled his head up further back and demanded an answer again.

"Answer me boy, now!"

"Off… please take them off…" he had said it.

The man hooked his fingers into the waistband and pulled down on the undies. They hooked on his stiffie and the man put one hand under his tummy to lift his hips free and then they were hanging around his ankles. Cold air caressed his hot skin and the man saw two very red little globes before him. He pulled back his hand from under the boy's tummy and brushed the tip of his little stiffy in the process. Rob moaned at the feeling. His head was spinning, his bum was burning and he was in heaven!

SLAP SLAP

Two blows on his bare skin, one on each cheek. Rob jumped and yelped. He felt tears fill his nose and he had to sniff. Yet he discovered something new. His stiffy would rub on the man's leg at every blow and jolts of pleasure ran through his entire body as the pain radiated through his rear.

SLAP SLAP

Two blows hit both cheeks at the same time a little lower, close to his thighs. He felt his stiffy rub the man's leg again and an urge came over him to grind his hips. He started humping the man's leg, his eyes closed and his mouth open. The man felt what the boy did and bent down to press his lips into the neck of the child. He tasted his sweat and kissed him. Then he lifted his hand once more and slapped two blows to the boy's cheeks.

SLAP SLAP

The boy began to make weird noises, and his moans were mixed with cries. He urgently humped the man's leg and he could not stop even if he wanted to. He had never felt anything as intense as this and he felt like he floated above his own body, yet connected to it by the burning feeling in his cheeks.

The man aimed to the side this time, SLAP and the other side SLAP. Two new red hand prints emerged on the boy's white skin. The kid did not cry out any more, he moaned constantly in rhythm with his humping hips. Tears streamed out from his eyes and he had to breath through his mouth, as his nose was blocked. His eyes were rolled back into his head and his back arched up. His legs came up from the ground and he almost floated in the air. Only his hips were touching the man, grinding his stiffy into the man's leg.

SLAP SLAP

Two blows exactly in the middle. His cheeks burned, his stiffy exploded and his mind could not cope any more. The boy let out one long boyish wail and then he collapsed in the man's lap. The man held him up by his bound arms and caressed his hair. He whispered softly in the boy's ear as the child laid there, spent.

"It is over, you were such a good boy. Well done my little thief, I am so proud of you."

Rob came down from floating over his body. The sting in his cheeks returned and suddenly he doubted if it had been such a good idea. Yet he also wanted to feel it all again, the floating, the strong hands, the ropes… He was hooked for sure. The man turned him over so he could look at Rob's face. Rob looked back and smiled a painful smile.

"It burns a lot."

"I know it does sweetheart, I am so proud of you."

Rob's willy laid limp on his tummy, his little pouch formed two cute little globes underneath it and the man stared at the boy's beauty for a moment. His skin was so smooth and soft, and the boy's face was so gentle and handsome. He felt a sting into his chest, and he had to sigh a deep sigh before he could continue.

"What have I done to deserve you my boy, Someone must have thought angels belonged on earth instead."

Rob smiled again, still too tired to fully understand what happened. He felt spent, he was totally empty inside and he wanted to put his arms around his man badly. The man put him down on the couch, face down and untied his arms, then his legs, and the next moment he felt something cold on his hot bum cheeks. It felt very nice after the blows he got before, and his willy started to come back to life again. Yet it did not become a full stiffy, it just grew a little and stayed that way. Rob did not mind, he just enjoyed the feel of the caring hands on his behind. The burning feeling went down considerably, but the sting remained like a dull reminder of what had happened just before. Rob sighed deep and looked sideways at his man. When the man glanced in his direction he smiled and the man smiled back. Everything was right now. Tarzan had not left him, he was right here taking care of him. The man lifted him up under his armpits and carried him on his hip. Rob held on for dear life, as if the man could disappear any moment, and he even kissed his cheek once, which made him blush afterwards. The man carried him into the kitchen, still naked and with a stinging bum, and made him a glass of lemonade.

"Here sweetheart, drink up, you must be thirsty."

He was. He drank fast with the glass in one hand and his man in the other. When the glass was back on the counter he laid his head on the man's shoulder and whispered: "I love you Tarzan."

The man squeezed him close for a moment and answered.

"I love you too my boy."

*6*

Rob did not remember anything after that, until he woke up in the man's lap. They were sitting in a lazy-cozy in the living room and the man had held him the whole time. He was still naked and the man's hands slowly touched various spots on his body, mostly his back. He pretended to sleep a little longer, enjoying the caressing hands. The sting in his cheeks was a lot less now and he almost wished for another session. His willy stirred at the thought, but his bum protested still. Maybe later. He sighed and yawned. That stopped the man's hands and after he kissed the boy's cheek he whispered: "Happy wakening my boy."

Rob stirred again and moaned sleepy. "I'm not awake yet."

"Oh yes you are, I can hear you sleep-talking." The man smirked, and he tickled Rob's ribs a moment. Rob squirmed and lowered his arm.

"Come on sweetie, you should get dressed now I think, even though I love to see you in all your glory."

Rob sighed and sat up, but did not make preparations to get dressed yet. He found out that he could use his bum for sitting again, even it still stung a little when he put his weight on his cheeks, but it was definitely bearable.

"Tarzan?"

The man blinked a moment and then decided he liked that name.

"Yes?"

"How come you like to look at me so much?"

It was a fair question, and it demanded a fair answer.

"Because your looks make my willy grow. Why do you like to look at me so much?"

Rob thought about the answer a moment and remembered his own feelings while thinking of his Tarzan man. Then he nodded.

"May I see it?"

"See what?"

"Your willy…"

"No, you may not, not today at least. Today you were a thief, and you got punished for something you stole for real. That means I get to do all the looking today."

Rob was a bit disappointed, but he also thought it was fair. The man gently pushed him off his lap and told him to stand before him. Rob did it, nicely straight, arms besides his body, legs together.

"No boy, STAND for me. You know how you should stand for me!"

Rob blushed as he realized his mistake. He quickly put his hands on top of his head and spread his legs a little.

"Elbows out boy."

Rob complied. He stuck his chest forwards and pulled his elbows back.

"Very good. now stand still."

The man looked him over from top to toe. He touched his bum and hummed.

"Good good."

He tickled his fingers over Rob's back, like he had done while he was asleep in his lap, but this time it felt more intense. Rob shivered.

"Stand still."

Rob stretched out once more and the man came back in front of him. He sat on his chair and reached with his hand towards Rob's face. He caressed Rob's face with the back of his hand, exploring the curves of the young face before him. He caressed he roundish cheeks and the little button nose, he ran his finger over the puckered lips and he explored the childish chin with one single finger. Rob tried his best to stand still, he knew this was not just a normal hand going over his face, he realized this was special. He felt special and he wanted to be at his best for his man.

The man moved his hands over his arms now, and went all the way to his shoulders, treasuring the soft skin. Three times he went over his arms, and every time as the man came close to his armpits he felt his arms pull down some. He WANTED to stand tall, but his body simply didn't obey him. The special attention of the man had made his willy turn into a special stiffy again, and he felt it stick out in front. The man ignored it, and just kept on exploring the child's soft skin inch by inch.

He moved his hands down to his chest. His fingers followed the ripples formed by the ribs under the skin and then they circled his tiny, but very erect, nipples a few times. He then pulled the boy towards him and kissed each little nipple once, but long. Rob could feel the man's tongue tickle the tiny buttons and he moaned softly, not used to this kind of attention. The man went down on his knees in front of the young boy and caressed the soft belly. He then puckered his lips and blew some air on the smooth skin, especially near the little innie that decorated the boy's tummy. Rob felt it tickle him slightly but he remained still. Yet when the warm air went down and hit his stiffy he jumped at the new sensation. He thrust his hips backwards and giggled.

"Stand still, or else!" Tarzan sounded stern.

For a moment Rob contemplated the 'or else' part, but decided against it. He had to stand still for his man, he wanted to do his best for his man. Rob stretched himself again and pushed his hips forward, as invitation for the man to continue. The man tickled his very stiff dickey some more with his breath, like a tiny puff of air, just enough to be noticed. Rob sometimes shook his legs as if he had to pee bad, but the man stopped him every time. He almost drove Rob crazy and the tickles made his head float again. Rob sighed a sigh of relief when the man finally stopped teasing him that way, but the sigh was also for the loss of the wonderful feeling on his stiffy.

The man began using his hands to feel the boy's legs. Inch by inch the man conquered the boy's body, making him feel safe and wanted. He caressed the calves of his knees, and tickled the inside of his spread thighs. The man went even further up and ran a finger right under his bum. Rob could not help himself and snapped his legs together.

"I told you to stand still many times now boy, the next time I will find a way to punish you again, and it will not be a spanking. Do you want me to continue or not?"

"Yes oh yes… it is sooo nice… I will do better I promise."

"Remember now, you promised."

The man looked him in the eyes when he said that and for a moment Rob felt a shiver go down his spine. He felt so good in the hands of his man, he wished for it never to stop.

He positioned himself correctly for the man, and stuck out his chest and elbows again. The man tried once more and this time Rob managed to move not too much. It tickled like nothing before though, right under his tight little pouch, between his legs. Satisfied that Rob tried his best the man traced a finger forwards, feeling over the tight skin of the boy's ball sack. He gently pushed the two tiny globes inside it around a bit, and Rob felt like being in heaven.

The man's finger traced all around his pouch and tickled his little rigid stiffy up and down once. then his hands went around his hips and touched his still blushing bum cheeks. He then traced a finger between them, tickling the skin and making Rob shiver again. But when the man traced one finger all the way up and down right over his poop hole he could not help himself any more. He squeaked and thrust his hips forward, almost slapping the man in his face with his stiffy.

"Right. Remember what you promised boy?"

His Tarzan man stared him in the eyes. Rob nodded.

"Yes mister Tarzan sir."

"Repeat to me what you promised."

Rob thought for a moment and then he tried to formulate his promise.

"I was not going to move any more."

"Right. And what did you just do?"

"I moved mister Tarzan sir…"

The man turned around a moment and Rob saw his shoulders shake, but when he turned back he ordered Rob to stay put.

"…and do NOT move!"

He left the room and when he came back he had something hidden in his hand. Rob could not see what it was, and the man did not show him yet. He sat down in front of Rob and opened his hand slowly. Inside Rob saw two wooden cloth pins.

"I am going to punish you for moving, while you had promised me not to. I will put these pins somewhere on your body, and you will let them be there until I take them off again. Nod if you agree to that punishment."

Rob looked at the two objects in the man's hand and knew he deserved this. Just like he deserved the spanking before. He pressed his lips together and nodded to the man.

"All right, keep your hands on your head. If you take them off I will have to tie you up."

Immediately Rob felt his tummy tighten. He liked how the ropes had felt before and he wanted them again. He wanted them so badly that he dropped his hands from his head without hesitation. The man snickered despite the fact that he wanted to stay serious, and then he said: "If you want it that way, then so be it. But don't say I did not warn you."

He thought for a moment and then he took Rob with him into the hall way. He placed the boy under the open stairs and tied his wrists together in front of him. Then he led the rope over one of the steps, high above him and hoisted his wrists above his head. His body stretched as his heels were lifted from the ground. He still touched the floor with his toes, but he really felt stretched.

His little ribs stuck out prominently, and his head was tilted backwards to make place for his arms. His tummy sucked in so he could make himself even longer but he did not think it was very comfortable. His stiffy thought it was wonderful though, like a real Tarzan way of tying, and it started throbbing against his tummy. The man saw his reaction and smiled at him.

"You really like ropes don't you sweetheart?"

Rob nodded as good as he could since he felt so good being stretched. The man ran his hands over his tight front for a while and then he tickled Rob's little nipples. They were totally erect on his chest, even stretched like this, and the man took his cloth pins and snapped one on each nipple.

"AWAAWWAAA… take them off off pleeease take them off…"

The man complied, a little taken aback by the boy's strong reaction.

"Are you certain you don't want them on your nipples? I can put them somewhere else too…"

He traced a finger teasingly under and around the boy's little pouch, and Rob got very big eyes, thinking that the man would squeeze his balls with the cloth pins in stead…

"No no… please put them back… I'll be good, I promise…"

The man noticed that his stiffy had not gone down one bit during all this, so he tickled the little nipples once more.

"Ready?"

Rob nodded quickly, squeezing his eyes shut and biting his lips. The man snapped the cloth pins back on his nipples and behind closed lips the boy wailed once. Then he was quiet, hanging by his wrists and on shaky legs, trying to shake off the pain of the squeezing pins. Tears run out of his eyes but he persisted. He kept squeezing his lips together to prevent his treacherous mouth from begging again. He wanted this so much. His stiffy tickled again, just like it had done with the spanking. He tried to grind it against something, but all his hips could find was air. The man saw the boy's efforts and began to run his hand over the boy's smooth abdomen. The boy tried to use the man's hand to grind against, but the man kept evading him. Rob moaned and wailed behind his closed lips, and he was writhing heavily suspended in the rope. His nipples were not stinging so much any more, but now his stiffy was begging for release.

Finally the man offered his hand on his little pecker and he started to hump the man's hand furiously.

"Shhh… shh… calm down my sweet, I will take care of you."

The man put one hand behind the boy's lower back to steady him and the other started to work gently on the little stiffy. He stroked it up and down and exposed the small purple head from under the foreskin. Then he placed a kiss on the tip, and Rob bucked his hips. He had never felt anything like that, and the man was not done with him yet. He puckered his lips and slowly let them go down the entire three and a half inches [9 cm] of boy flesh. Rob felt his knees buckle and hung heavily in his rope. He felt the man's tongue tickle and tease around his tip and his aching nipples were completely forgotten. His universe revolved entirely around the little mouthfull between his legs and nothing could make him think about anything else any more.

The man worked his way around the boy's flesh and the boy's breathing became more and more erratic. It took only a short while to make the man realize that the boy was close. VERY close to his ultimate experience, and when Rob opened his mouth and ushered a loud moan he quickly unsnapped the cloth pins from his little nipples.

The moan changed into a squeak as the blood rushed back into the tiny buttons and a moment later the boy launched himself as far forward as he could, pushing himself completely into the man's mouth. Uncontrolled sounds came out of his mouth and again his eyes were white and rolled back into his head. his toes were curled up and his bum cheeks were squeezed together like a vice.

Moments later his body relaxed and he hung limp in the rope. The man untied the knots and carried him to the living room. He hugged the young boy to him and sat down with him on the lazy-cozy. The boy's eyes were open but he did not seem to acknowledge anything happening around him. The man slapped his face gently a few times.

"Rob… Robby boy, are you there?"

Rob's eyes focused on the man and the man smiled.

"I am so proud of you little one, you did so good, and you looked so beautiful in there."

Rob heard the man and he felt warm inside, even as his nipples still burned some. He had no energy to answer, but the look in his eyes said enough. The man knew that his boy admired him, and the boy knew that the man was very proud. They sat only for a minute when all the emotions and tension came streaming out of the kid. He started crying and pressed his face into the shoulder of his man. The man just wrapped as much of his boy into his arms as he could and rocked his boy slowly while humming a soothing song.

When Rob finally calmed down a little he took the boy's wrists out and looked at them. The tell-tale marks of the ropes were something he needed to fix before he could send the kid home. He took some of the same ointment as he has put on the kids red cheeks before, and gently rubbed it into the marks on his wrists. Then he decided he would soon spend some time in his workshop, preparing for next Saturday, as he was almost certain his boy would be back then.

They sat together like that and shared each others company for a little over an hour. The man did not ask Rob to explain his feelings, as he had a rather good idea what the boy felt, and the boy knew that everything was ok between them. His willy stayed a willy all the time they sat together. His body was satisfied for the time and he felt rather tired after a day of Tarzan games. He checked his own wrists at some point, and saw that the markings disappeared rather well. Then the man gently pushed him off from his lap and told him it was time to go home again. He found most of his clothes on the chair where he had folded them, but his undies were gone, until he remembered that the man had taken them off for the spanking. He found them under the couch, and slipped into them. Then he teasingly wiggled his willy at the man but before the man could catch him he was away, pulling up his cut offs.

When he pulled his t-shirt over his chest he found out that his nipples were not agreeing with him, so he took his t-shirt off again. It was warm enough to go bare-chested anyway, and his mother would not be home for another hour. She did not really agree to him going bare-chested over the public roads, and if she ever found out he thought it would still be better than the scratching feeling on his sensitive nipples. The man saw how he reacted to the fabric of the t-shirt and offered a finger of ointment to each nipple.

They hugged one last time in the open door, saying their good byes. Rob whispered into the man's ear

"Thank you."

And then he darted off, mostly running the way home with his t-shirt tucked into the back of his cut offs, pretending it was a cape waving in the wind.

*7*

The next morning his mother came home with news from her work.

"There will be a symposium on diabetes next weekend, and the staff chef wants me to go there. That means you need to come too, because you are alone often enough already."

Rob was absolutely not happy with that message and he began a long pleading ceremony with all the trimmings and bells. Nothing helped since all the chores he came up with still meant that he had to be home alone in the weekend. His mother was not prepared to agree to that, so he had to come along.

Until at some point he got a bright idea.

"I can sleep over with mister Francis of course."

His mother looked up from what she was doing and shook her head.

"You really think he wants to have you for a whole weekend after what you did to him the other day?"

Rob did not budge and answered:

"Sure, we made up didn't we? I did chores there, and when I go there a whole weekend I can do even MORE chores!"

"Well, I am not going to ask him, he can not be bothered with a child in his house."

Rob folded his arms and said: "Then I ask him myself."

And that was that according to Rob.

Before his mother left for bed she made him promise not to ask Mister Francis, and Rob solemnly swore not to go, but as precaution he had his fingers crossed behind his back. Ten minutes later he rang the doorbell at Mister Francis' house.

It took three rings before the front door opened and he saw his man fully clothed in a khaki coverall for the first time. For a moment he felt disappointed but then he realized that he must have been working in his workshop.

"Look who we have here, you arrive exactly on schedule."

Rob did not understand what the man meant by that, since he could not have known that he was coming to visit, but he remembered more situations where the man had not made sense to him, so he chose to ignore it.

"I wanna please ask something."

He thought that an extra please would not harm in a situation like this.

"Well, why don't you spit it out then."

Rob told the man about his mother's trip, and how he had to come along and be bored the entire weekend. He told how he had gotten the idea to sleep over here, and how his mother had urged him not to ask.

"But I'm sure you please wouldn't mind, would you?"

He made his puppy eyes and the man started laughing.

"Well, first off… you disobeyed a direct request from your mother, so IF – and I say IF – I go along with this you would need to be punished for that."

Rob felt his tummy stir.

"Secondly, I have chores in the weekend too, you would need to help me with those, and believe me, they are boring for a ten year old boy like yourself."

Rob nodded, and the stirring was suddenly a lot less noticeable.

"Thirdly, I have only one bed, we would have to share. and if you snore I kick you out and you can sleep on the couch."

"Alone," he added for extra effect.

Rob nodded. He did not mind that one at all, he actually thought it was an exciting idea to sleep together with his man in one bed.

"And last, but not least, you would wear the clothes that I choose for you. No matter how many or little they are. Maybe I want you to dress up like a monkey, or maybe I want you to wear a ribbon in your hair only… who knows. what I say, you wear."

Rob imagined himself in a ribbon and giggled. "Sure… or maybe you want me to wear a few ropes here and there huh?"

The man laughed again. "I'll rope you, little monkey that you are!"

He lunged at Rob and caught him. Then he turned him upside down with a LOT of giggles coming out of the boy's mouth and he gave one hard slap on the kid's bum. Rob giggle-squealed and then he broke free from the man and crawled away from him as fast as he could, all the time giggling like a little school girl.

"I will call your mother tonight, you better make sure she is prepared to listen to me."

Rob stopped giggling and he stood up from the floor.

"Yes mister Sir."

The man tried to value the sincerity of his affirmation and decided that it was truly meant.

"Well my boy, when that is settled I need you to come with me for a moment. I have some measurements to take."

He walked away to his workshop and Rob followed him. The lights were all on and on the workbench in the middle he saw the fake leg for the boy in the wheelchair. The man went to one of the other tables though and opened a little box. Inside it were some pieces of formless leather. The man got some paper and a measuring tape and lifted Rob on one of the tables to sit on the edge.

"Leg."

He held out his hand and Rob deposited one of his legs into his man's open hand.

The man measured several things around his ankle and then he let go of the leg.

"Arm."

Rob stuck out his arm and the man took it. He repeated the measuring for his wrist and then he let go of the arm. Then he stared to measure several things on Rob's head and neck, and when he was done with that he looked at his paper and smiled.

"We have one thing left to measure, but I better lock the door for that."

Rob wondered what was so secret that it needed a locked door, but the soon found out.

"Drop your pants for me boy."

The man's tone was strict again, like the other day when he was giving orders. Rob hopped from the table and quickly dropped his pants. He did not mind any more if the man saw more of him than most people would think appropriate, and by now, dropping his pants for him was just as easy as lifting his shirt.

"Undies too… I need to measure something under there."

Rob scooted his undies down from his hips and they fell to the ground. The man pushed on his back so he would bend over and he started to measure things around his bum. Rob had to wiggle a little when the man measured right between his cheeks but he managed to keep fairly still. Then he pushed Rob straight up again and he measured things around his willy and pouch. Rob enjoyed the gentle tickles – down there – and soon his willy was a stiffy again. The man measured that too and then he told Rob to get dressed again.

"Shouldn't you be in school by now?"

Rob looked at the clock and slapped his hand over his mouth.

"Shit! I'm too late."

He wanted to run off but the man grabbed him before he was gone.

"I will take care of that. Wait here."

He scribbled something on a piece of paper and gave it to Rob.

"Give that to your teacher, then you won't be in trouble this time."

He then unlocked the door and let Rob out, so he could run along to school. The man took the paper with the measurements and started working with the soft leather, whistling a merry tune.

***

When his mother woke up that evening he hurried to tell her about mister Francis and that he was going to call soon. His mother was upset that he had not listened, but he said he had his fingers crossed the whole time so she could not blame him really. She blamed him right to bed, just before the telephone rang.

His mother talked a while on the phone. First she did most of the talking, then slowly she went quieter until in the end she only said "Yes" and "No" and the best one "uh huh". Rob hoped that it meant good news for him, and when his mother came upstairs to tuck him in, she told him that he could go sleep over, IF he was a very good boy all the rest of the week. Rob pumped his elbow "YESS!" and that was it. Things were settled.

***

Friday evening came slow for Rob, he could not make time go any faster, and the clock seemed to crawl from minute to minute. His mother was home a little earlier than normal so they could still have dinner together before she had to catch the airplane. After dinner she helped him pack a weekend bag, and Rob managed to sneak in some shorts while she was not looking. Then the taxi was there and Rob left the house, together with his mom, so she could lock the house.

He walked the distance to his man's house alone after waving after the taxi. He rang the doorbell like he had done many times by now, and again it took some time before the man opened. In the hallway Rob could see light coming from one of the doors but when the man closed the front door behind him he also went to close the other door. Rob had no idea what was behind it.

"Welcome again handsome," was the greeting.

The man often called him handsome, Rob liked it quite a lot, although he did not really agree with the man. He thought he was just average, nothing special, but he also knew that his man really liked to look at him.

Rob dropped his weekend bag on the floor in the hall, but the man did not want to have any of that.

"Take it upstairs, door to the left, just find a good spot under the window."

Rob went upstairs hauling his bag behind him. He found the door on the left and opened it. The room behind it was well lit by a big window and in the middle was a double bed. There was a cupboard to one side, that spanned the entire wall, and on the other side was a small table and a chair. Hanging on the wall opposite the bed was a television and Rob saw a DVD player next to the bed. He plopped his bag down somewhere close to the window and went back downstairs.

The man was in the living room sitting in his lazy-cozy and on the table stood a glass of lemonade.

"So here we are then, the sleep over has begun and you wear your own clothes still…"

Rob looked down at his clothes and found them quite normal: long jeans and a white t-shirt, and no shoes as usual. The jeans fit tight around his little bubble butt, and the t-shirt was rather short, so he could not tuck it in.

"Let me see what I have here, I got me some special outfits for us, and you will wear yours for me this weekend."

The man went to the door in the hallway, the one that Rob could not look into yet, and he returned with a shoebox with a lid on. He put the box on the table and Rob stepped closer to see what was in it. The man took the lid off and Rob saw some brown cloth and some other things, still hidden under the cloth.

The man pulled out the cloth and unfolded it. It appeared to be some small shorts of some kind, and when he held it in front of Rob's hips he recognized it for what it was.

"Tarzan pants!"

Rob almost shouted the words and a big smile suddenly broke out on his face. He grabbed the cloth out of the man's hands and looked at it a little more closely. It has an elastic band at the waist and two small leather strings. A long flap hung down in front and Rob thought it was a bit long to be practical. Still they looked pretty much like the real ones.

"I think you better give those to me for now, and then you go upstairs and get rid of those clothes you are wearing. They are absolutely not fit for Tarzan's boy."

Rob ran upstairs and donned his clothes, including his undies and house key. He dropped them on the floor without thinking and ran down again, willy flopping freely. The man smiled when he saw his boy so happy about the gift, and he enjoyed the view of the naked boy returning into his living room. Rob stopped right before him, still panting from the effort.

"Stand for me boy."

Rob remembered last time and quickly put his hands on his head and spread his legs a little. The man only had to remind him to stand straight, and he stuck out his chest and bum.

"Perfect. You are a good boy, you look stunning as ever my boy."

Rob felt proud, and even while his willy did not go stiffy this time, he still got a warm feeling from the praise.

The man took his Tarzan pants and held it up over his head.

"Arms up."

Rob stretched his arms up and the elastic band was slid down over his torso, until it reached his hips.

"Stand for me again."

Rob lowered his hands onto his head and stood tall.

"You are doing great sweetheart, let me try if it fits."

The man reached between his legs and grabbed the two leather strings. He pulled them to the front, leading them between his bum cheeks. Rob giggled a little when he felt the cold leather touch his little hole, but it warmed up soon enough. Still it felt strange to have something touch him there. He wiggled his bum once to get it to sit more comfortably but the man stopped him.

"Stand still boy. You know what will happen if you wiggle too much."

Rob remembered the sting in his nipples from last time, and stood still. His willy had a mind of its own though and it decided to stand too. The man smiled when he saw Rob's body react that way, and he stored it in his memory for later use. He now pulled the leather strings up in front of Rob's body, one on each side of his stiffy. Then he found two small loops that were sowed on to the elastic band and tied the strings one to each loop. Rob felt how the strings acted to keep the elastic band from riding up, and when the man looked at him from some distance he decided that the strings could be just a little shorter still.

He re-tied them shorter and then he was satisfied with the result. The band was fixed two third down between Rob's bellybutton and the base of his stiffy. It meant that his stiffy pushed the loose cloth that still hung in front, upwards a little, so that it pointed a little higher than the elastic band. He felt his pouch hang free in the air between the two leather strings, but his balls were pulled up into his tummy. The man lifted the cloth flap a moment and with one hand he pulled the skin of his little boy pouch down, to free it from any restriction the strings might have caused.

"Hmm… your balls are hiding today, maybe we can make them peek out later. They are so nice to look at, its a shame to hide them."

Rob blushed when his body parts were mentioned in such detail but he remained still. The hand on his skin had felt nice, and his stiffy, which had begun to go down a little jumped up in all its glory again. The man ran his finger over it once, and then he flicked the tip quite hard with his finger. Rob almost reacted by bringing his hands down to his stiffy, but he stopped himself just in time. All that happened was that he bent a little at the hips and knees. His stiffy did not budge at all though, and when he stood straight again, after a stern look from his man, it squeezed the cloth between its tip and Rob's tummy.

The man pulled the flap downwards, and then back between Rob's legs. He tucked it in between the elastic band and let the loose end hang down again. In the front it freed Rob's stiffy and it poked just up through the elastic band, peeking out from within. Another loose flap hung down in front, making Rob look like a real little Tarzan boy. The man tucked the tip of Rob's stiffy back under the elastic band, making the flap between his legs loosen up a little again. The man stepped back and looked at the result.

"Perfect."

He kissed Rob on the forehead and stepped back again, admiring the sleek young body before him. After two weeks of warm weather Rob had gotten a nice tan, and his tan line showed that he had worn small shorts, but still bigger than what he was wearing now.

Then the man took a few other things out of the box but Rob did not recognize them yet. They were made of thin leather and there were some small buckles on them and rings. Two of them were slightly bigger than the other two.

The man took one of the wider ones and knelt before the boy. He wrapped it around one ankle and the buckle closed it tight. It felt nice on his skin, smooth and soft, yet firm and tight. Rob's other ankle was wrapped into the other leather band, and it was fastened too. Then the man took one of the smaller ones and fastened it around Rob's wrist. Then the other one, tightened and closed around his wrist like a bracelet. He looked real tough now with all the rings and leather bands on his limbs and for a moment he felt like one of those tough boys with their hair standing up. Then he saw how the Tarzan boy pants completed the look of a jungle boy, in stead of a tough boy, and he suddenly felt like Tarzan's boy again.

"Now this is how I like to see my handsome boy. Come with me, let's test if I did it right."

The man left the room and Rob followed, feeling bare in just his Tarzan gear. He loved the feel of the bands around his limbs and his stiffy had not gone down one bit yet. The man opened the door in the hallway,-the one that he had closed when Rob came into the house, – and Rob saw that there were wooden stairs leading down under the house. A light was on and Rob saw a basement with a concrete floor and many beams in the ceiling. There were cupboards on two of the walls, and a heater on the third wall. Rob saw no windows but the electric lights made the room look bright enough. The man stood in the middle of the room and asked:

"Well, what do you think?"

Rob looked around again but saw nothing special. Just a basement. It was nicely warm in there though but he began to wonder why the man had taken him down here. Then the man took out a length of rope from one of the cupboards and pulled it through a pulley that hung from one of the beams in the ceiling. Rob suddenly noticed more hooks and pulleys and began to understand what the room was for. He made two big eyes and very slowly the word came out of his mouth, while his face lit up like a light bulb.

"Neeeaaat!"

Totally on impulse he stuck out his wrists towards the man and smiled his teeth at him.

"Wanna tie me up now?"

"As a matter of fact I want to test your new toys, so yes, I want to tie you up now."

The man smiled and took the offered boy-wrists and used two of the rings on the bracelets to lead the rope through. Then he made a knot and Rob's wrists were bound together tightly. The man pulled the other end of the rope, leading through the pulley and Rob felt his arms being pulled higher, until he had to take a step forward, and ended up with his arms all the way up under the pulley. His stiffy pushed hard against the fabric of the Tarzan boy loincloth and pushed the sides away from his body. When the man saw the opportunity he sneaked a finger into the hole in the boy's clothes and tickled the side of his shriveled pouch.

"Hmm… all mine."

Rob tried to close the gap by squeezing his knees together but he had no chance. His stiffy betrayed him too much, the opening was too big by now.

"It tickles…"

"I sure hope so, if it did not tickle it would not be a boy's pouch."

Rob giggled at that and the man stopped tickling him there. In stead he ran his hands over the boy's tight tummy and chest, just to feel how soft and smooth the skin was. Then he grabbed the rope again, this time with both hands and pulled once more.

Rob's feet left the ground and he hung by his wrists, suspended in the air. The man secured the rope to a hook in the wall, and then he went over to check Rob's bonds. He checked for tears in the leather, and for pressure points on Rob's skin. Of course he found that they were pulling his wrists, but it did not seem to be too uncomfortable.

"Do they hurt when you hang Rob?"

Rob shook no.

"Its a bit tight, but it does not hurt the same as the ropes last time."

"Good, good…"

The man gently held Rob's fingers one by one, feeling for a heartbeat and when he found one he smiled content.

"It looks like this is a success so far, what do you think… you want to come down yet?"

"Can I hang a bit more… its nice… I mean… its… I like to be long."

Rob had some trouble saying exactly what he felt. He loved the feeling of being stretched so long. He felt the air on his chest and in his smooth armpits and realized that the man could touch him anywhere he wanted. He shivered at the thought of being totally open and vulnerable and his tummy felt tight and tickled in that special way.

"I don't mind you hanging there a little longer sweetie, but I will have to test your ankle bands also. Let me do something else first though, there is something I need to correct first. He ran his finger inside the hole at Rob's Tarzan-leg again and found the empty pouch there.

"Your balls are hiding, I want them out if I am going to play with you."

He pushed on Rob's underbelly, right besides his stiffy, and one little ball plopped out into his pouch. Then the other. The man took the left over leather string from Rob's Tarzan shorts, and tied it around his pouch, so his balls were clearly sticking out. Rob got a tight feeling in his balls. Not enough to make them hurt, but enough to make him realize they were not free to do as they pleased any more. He wiggled his hips a little to feel how much space they had, and he found out that he could still move around enough with his little balls tied up.

The man ran his finger over the little lump that had formed in front, inside the shorts and then he let Rob hang alone for a few seconds while he took a second rope through another pulley in the ceiling. Then he used one end to tie Rob's ankles together in the leather restraints and he started to pull the other end.

Slowly Rob's feet were pulled higher and higher behind his back, and after a while the lowest part of his body was formed by his stiffy. His back was arched backwards as far as it would go, and his legs were bent at the knees. He felt a little uncomfortable in the shoulders by now, but he did not complain. Only his face made a grimace and he squeezed his lips together. The man saw how brave he took the pain in his shoulders and he lifted the boy's head so kiss him on the forehead again.

"I am so proud of you my little one, you are doing well. And you look so nice all tight and stretched before me."

The man ran his hand once more over the stretched skin of Rob's front, and he ended by squeezing the tip of his stiffy gently trough the fabric of his loincloth. Rob jolted as he felt pleasure radiate from his stiffy. The man saw the sudden movement and squeezed again, a little harder, then went down over the fabric to the little lump of his balls. He carefully took the little globes between his thumb and fingers and put a little pressure on them. Rob moaned as a dull pain started to creep up his loins. He tried to lift up his hips, but his current bonds made that hard to do. The man squeezed a little harder, keeping a close eye on Rob's face. Rob bit his lips and closed his eyes, but still said nothing. He tried to wiggle a little, but the position of his shoulders kept him quiet. When the man finally let go of his little balls he sighed in relief. the man tickled his finger over the boy's rock hard stiffy once more and then he ruffled Rob's hair.

"Well done my boy, you make me very happy."

The man then untied the rope pulling up the boy's arms and let his arms slowly sink down. More and more weight was transferred to Rob's ankles until he hung upside down from the beam, his arms tied together at the wrists still. The two flaps of his loincloth hung down too, barring his smooth thighs. He felt strangely excited about the new position, and for a moment he let his arms hang down by itself. Then he lifted them to his face to take away an itch in his nose.

The man saw it and he pulled his arms down again, and put his foot on the rope so the boy could not get his arms up anymore. Then the man pulled his loincloth to the side between his legs and looked at the little lump of flesh that held the boy's tied balls. He pushed his lips on the wrinkly skin and kissed it, then gobbled it up between his lips. Rob moaned again, feeling the warmth engulf his most private body part. He also felt the man's breath on the skin between his thighs and enjoyed the light tickling sensation.

The man checked the boy's ankle bands for any signs of malfunction, but could not find any. He felt Rob's toes and feet, and was satisfied with the result.

"It all works great sweetie, are you comfortable?"

Rob tried to speak, and the second time he tried he found his up-side-down voice.

"I like hanging, may I hang some more?"

The man let him down on the ground instead, where he landed slowly on his back.

"Sure you may, but not now. We have been at it for a long time, and it is bedtime. We will see what we do tomorrow, and I want to show you one more thing still."

He untied the ropes that kept the boy's arms and legs together and helped him up. Rob stood a little insecure after being tied up so long, but he managed to climb the stairs all by himself. He fiddled a bit with the bands around his wrists until the man told him to leave them alone.

In the hallway the man told him to wait, and he went into the living room by himself. Rob waited patiently for a short while and then he opened the waistband of his Tarzan loincloth with his fingers to look in. Inside he saw his still rock hard stiffy sticking straight up towards his bellybutton and under it he saw his tightly packed balls. He stuck his hand inside and rolled them around some with his finger. It felt a bit strange, as if they were not really his balls, but just something sticking out in the front. He tried to squeeze them too, just like the man had done, but he immediately found out that he couldn't squeeze much. It had felt a lot different when he had been hanging from the beam and the man had done it.

Then the living room door opened and the man's stepped back into the hall. Rob looked at him with open mouth, totally forgetting that his hand was buried deep into his waistband.

His man looked stunning. He had the same kind of Tarzan loincloth around his hips as Rob had, and for the rest Rob could see all his bare skin. The strong arms with the muscles rolling over them, his chest with the hairs around his nipples and the trail down his tummy, that seemed to widen a little just over the waistband of the man's shorts. Then below there the man's strong legs with the hairs on. He pulled his hand out of his waistband and reached out slowly, almost as if he was afraid the man would run away. He touched the man's treasure trail with his fingertips and followed it down to the man's waistband. The man let him, and Rob felt his tummy tighten up a LOT. He felt like being in heaven: he was touching Tarzan man…

Rob could not resist any longer. He spread his arms and hugged himself to his Tarzan man. Tarzan man gently caressed his hair an they stood a while together like that. Rob felt warm skin against his own cheek and then he turned his head and just kissed the man's tummy. He HAD to do it, he would not have been able to stop it, even if he wanted to. It was a long kiss, without puckering his lips. Just his face against the man's skin, feeling his muscles, smelling his scent.

When the man finally lifted him up and put him on his hips so their faces were on equal heights he felt sorry to let go of his treasure. The man hugged him close for a little while and whispered into his ear:

"Later my sweet, just wait a little longer."

Rob wanted to touch his Tarzan as much as he could and he buried himself into the neck of the man, squeezing him as much as he could between his boy arms.

Tarzan man walked up the stairs to the bedroom, still carrying Rob, who would not let go for dear life. Rob felt more safe than he had done in years. He did not want this moment to stop, and he had his eyes closed and his legs squeezed around the man's hips. When they reached the bedroom and the Tarzan man sat on the side of the bed Rob still would not let go, so the Tarzan man slowly rolled backwards with Rob laying on top of him. He pulled the blankets up over them and took the boy's head between his strong hands.

"Let's sleep now, it is late, goodnight my sweet boy, I love you."

He gently brushed his lips over the boy's mouth, his hands holding the young head in place. Rob felt the gentle caress of his lips and it shot all the way down, right to his crotch. He moaned softly. Tarzan man repeatedly brushed his lips over the boy's, and finally he pecked a kiss onto them. Rob felt totally relaxed, he let his Tarzan man control his body.

"Sweetheart?" Tarzan man whispered softly to him.

"Yes?" Rob whispered back, he did not want to break the moment with the sound of his voice.

"I need to untie your cute bollies my boy, before we go sleep. I don't want to have them tied up like that all night."

Rob didn't care, he just wanted to hold on to his Tarzan man, and his balls felt nicely snug caught in their small bound pouch. Yet he also did not want to disobey his Tarzan man so he relaxed his squeezing legs and let Tarzan man turn him over. He fiddled a little inside the boy's loincloth until the leather strings came loose and his balls were free.

Tarzan man's hand stayed where it was though and cupped his still stiff dickey, gently rubbing over it. Rob could not decide what he liked more, Laying on top of his Tarzan man, or feeling the soft caress of most private place. He decided that he felt too lazy to change his position, so he enjoyed the man's touch a while longer. The man's hand began to wander around a little more, making short excursions to the boy's smooth abdomen and chest. Rob spread his legs a little and began to feel dreamy. Within minutes his breathing slowed and he fell asleep. He never noticed that his Tarzan man undressed himself and the boy, and they lay naked next to each other the rest of the night.

The man had trouble falling asleep. He constantly felt the warmth that radiated from the little body next to him, smelled the boy smell, heard his breath go in and out of his puckered nose. He looked at the young face, so relaxed next to him and kissed the beautiful lips once more. Then he rested his head on the pillow, next to his boy's head, and pretended to sleep.

*8*

The man must have fallen asleep anyway, because he woke up the next morning feeling a little hand on his crotch. He felt it pat around and over it, exploring unknown territory. For a moment he just laid still enjoying the tender attention and then when his member began to raise up he carefully lifted the blankets. He saw Rob curled up under the blankets, stark naked like himself, with a small flash light between his teeth. He must have found that on the night stand, because the man always had one handy there, just in case. The young boy was leaning on one elbow and the flash light was aimed at the man's pelvis area. His free hand explored and patted around over the man's by now engorged member. When the man peeked under the blankets the boy looked up and his face broke out in a smile. Then he grabbed the stiff man-member and still looking at the man he pressed his lips on the hard shaft, kissing it without hesitation.

"There, now I kissed yours too."

The man blinked only once before answering.

"What do you think about kissing it?"

Rob licked his lips demonstrative and answered:

"Yum." then he kissed it again.

The man rolled his eyes and let out a giggling rumble sound.

"You are silly, you know that? If you do that a bit more I will have to change the sheets."

Rob grinned and kissed it again, just to show how silly he was, and then he very gently bit the side of the big shaft. He had to open wide to do so, but he managed and the reaction of the man was golden in his opinion. The man yelped and jumped out of bed like he just found a snake under the covers. Then he lifted the boy and the covers off the bed together and rolled the kid in them.

"You will pay for that little meatball of a boy!"

He threw the boy from his arms back onto the bed and started to run his fingers merciless over the big squirming ball. Rob managed to free some limbs and waved them around in the air but the man did not budge. He kept attacking the places where he thought the most tender flesh was hidden and high pitched squeals and screams emanated from within the rolled up covers.

The man found a bare foot sticking out and grabbed it. He ran his fingers teasingly over the sole and the squealing and squirming suddenly increased. Rob finally found an opening in the ball of blankets and crawled out as good as he could, but the man caught him and attacked his sides with new found energy. Rob kicked his legs, waved his arms and rolled his head from side to side, attempting to crawl away from the attacking hands, and he began to have troubles breathing. The man noticed and stopped tickling him.

When Rob noticed the man was no longer attacking him he collapsed back on the bed, still breathing heavily. The man dropped next to him, making him bounce on the mattress and scooped him up into his arms. Rob placed himself on his elbows on the man's chest and he giggled. The man put his hands on the boy's bare bottom and looked at him.

"So, how did my dick taste? Was it yummy?"

Rob giggled. "It tasted like nothing silly."

"Oh? You sure nibbled good on it… I would not call that nothing. You even wanted to take a bite out of me as I remember."

Rob giggled again. "That's only because you look yummy."

The man lifted him up and bit him in the bum, not hard, just enough to make Rob squeal.

"So things that look yummy can be bitten. Interesting, that means I can bite you too… all over!"

"No, you can not bite me because I don't look yummy, I look handsome, that is what you always say."

"You are right handsome, I'll eat you using my eyes then."

The man hugged his arms around his boy and shook him gently from side to side, making little moan sounds. "Hmmmmm… my handsome Tarzan boy."

They stayed like that a little longer and then the man tickled Rob's sides with one finger. Rob jumped up and the man followed.

"I need to run still, it is getting late."

Rob looked at the clock first, and then outside. "It rains. You are gonna get wet then."

"What do you mean 'you', don't you mean to say 'WE' are going to get wet?"

"Nuh uh, I'm not gonna run in THAT weather."

The man also looked out and saw that it was indeed rather wet outside. It was not too wet for him to run though, but if Rob did not want to go then he could stay home. One thing was certain though, the boy would not stay dry. The man put on his running clothes while Rob watched.

"Are you gonna be Tarzan again later?"

"You bet I am, nothing will keep me from catching my favorite thief."

And then he went downstairs and out the front door, leaving Rob to entertain himself.

Rob jumped on the bed for a while, until that got boring. Then he started to explore, and opened one of the cupboard walls. He hid between the hanging clothes and then he went through all the pockets he could find. He left the stuff he found in the pockets, he just wanted to know what was in there. It was not much, most pockets were empty. All he found was a coin and a paper clip. Then he explored some more and found a box on the bottom. He peeked into it and pulled out a magazine.

"Holy schmoley!"

He saw pictures with naked men doing stuff to each other. Kissing, and licking willies, and licking bum holes. Rob cringed his nose at the last one, and imagined what it would taste like. He quickly turned the page and was surprised by a picture of two men, and one had his stiffy stuck into the bum hole of the other. They both looked like they were in total ecstasy and Rob began to turn pages to find more pictures like it. Almost at the bottom of the stack he found a few magazines where men stuck their stiffy into younger boys' bum holes and Rob notices stiffies on most of the boys. He began to wonder if he wasn't missing out on something and he put some of the magazines out on the bed with the pictures showing.

When the man came home he found Rob on the bed looking at the pictures and he felt a cold hand creep into his chest. He stopped in the door opening to his bedroom, still wet from the rain and suddenly had a vision of Rob running out of the door, and the police ringing his doorbell. He recognized all the books from his cupboard and wished he had burned them before he had invited his boy inside. Rob saw him standing in the door way and picked up one of the photos, and carried it towards the man.

"Mister Tarzan… look at this."

The man looked briefly at the photo in the boy's hand and recognized it as one of the 'good ones'. He didn't dare to look at it too much but focused on the boy's face instead. He saw curiosity and something else he recognized from when he had his boy hanging from the stairs, as he squeezed his little nipple buttons. Hope began to shimmer on the horizon and when the boy began to speak he knew he dodged the bullet this time.

"They stick it in the bum and they have stiffies both, can we try that too?"

"We will see my boy, it is something we have to talk about first…"

Rob shrugged and turned the page, pointing at another picture. "What's they doing?

The man looked at the picture the boy was pointing at and saw a close up of a cum shot.

"Hmm… That is what happens when an older boy or a man has the good feeling in his dick. Then something squirts out. It feels rather nicely when that happens."

Rob thought about it a moment and then turned the page again.

"They eat it… what's it taste like?" Rob showed a picture of a boy with cum running out of his mouth, and a man with closed eyes giving it to him.

"Well… I think every person tastes different, but it tastes rather strong I think, and some people like it, and some people don't. It is called sperm."

Rob looked at the man's wet running shorts and said: "You have to get dry, you are all wet. Its dripping water."

The man looked down at himself and saw the state he was in.

"Yes, I think I'll take a shower, and then I will be Tarzan again, I like the way those Tarzan shorts feel."

He pealed off the layers of wet clothing in front of his boy and Rob looked with interest at the man's body. The man then walked into another door, next to the bedroom and Rob followed. It was a bathroom and the man stepped into the shower, closed the curtain and started the water. When Rob saw through the curtain that his man was under the spray he stepped up and joined him. The man looked a little surprised, but Rob just smiled a little bashful smile and stayed inside, trying to find a few drops of water that missed the man. He noticed that there was a lot of water running from the man's flaccid penis onto the floor and since it reached high enough to hit the boy's belly he crawled up between the man's legs and used the second-hand water to wet himself.

"Look, you are peeing on me" he giggled.

The man looked down and smiled too. "I could easily pee on you for real if you want, I didn't go yet after my running…"

"Nah, that stinks. Pee is nasty. This water-pee is better," and he cupped the man's balls holding his hands up like a small dish, fingers front, aiming the water at himself.

The man handed him shampoo and told him to wash himself.

"No, YOU do it…" Rob pushed his arms on his back and locked his fingers together. "I am tied up, see?"

The man smiled again, got onto his knees in front of Rob and said: "I guess I have no choice than to do it for you. Tied up boys can not help themselves."

Rob played his part very seriously, keeping his hands locked on his back, but the man had other plans.

"Stand for me boy, I can not wash under your arms if you stand like that."

Rob saw the logic in that and put his hands on his head instead. The man soaped him up good all over, keeping the water away from him. He spread the soap around over the soft boy skin and made sure every spot was covered. He took a little more time between the boy's legs, just to feel the soft smooth pouch between his fingers a little longer.

He washed between the boy's lower cheeks, running his finger repeatedly over the little pucker hole, hidden between the smooth globes and then he ordered Rob to lower his hands. Rob moaned softly when the man touched his little hole. He loved to feel the man touch him there, even it felt a bit weird too.

The man soaped up Rob's hair and face and then he closed the water and scooped the boy up in his two arms. Rob could not see what happened because of the soap in his face but he noticed that they walked quite fast down the stairs and through the kitchen to the back door.

"Hey! I'm still all soapy!"

Rob begun to squirm in the man's arms and he almost got free. The man had some trouble holding on to the slippery boy but he managed for a while. Then the boy felt a big hand grabbing his willy and pouch and holding it rather tightly.

"Stop squirming boy, or I will start squeezing for real."

The man had a much better grip on him now and Rob felt the pressure in his loins build slightly so he kept still.

"There is enough water outside to wash you up, and since I was in the rain all morning alone I thought I should let you share in the pleasure."

The back door opened and they stepped into the poring rain. The man put him down on the tiles and there he was, stark naked in the cold rainy weather. He tried to clear his eyes from soap as fast as he could while the cold water dripped on his head and shoulders. It felt strange because the water was cold enough to give him goose bumps, but he did not feel cold being naked in the rain. The man stood besides him, just as naked as he was and the rain splashed him just as much. Rob looked around to see if he was safe from prying eyes and noticed that the high fence kept the garden very private. The man noticed where he looked at and assured him:

"Don't worry, no one can see us. People that try out their new limbs also use this garden to walk around in their underwear. They would not like it if everyone saw them then."

Rob begun to rub his hair to try and get the soap out of there, but there was not nearly enough water coming down to make it go fast enough.

"We go inside again when all the soap is gone from your body, so make yourself comfortable, it will take a while."

Rob looked up into the poring rain and then at his man and at the fence. Then he giggled about the situation and started running around the garden with his face up and his arms wide. His tongue was catching the water as it came down and his bare feet finding every little puddle around. After two rounds of splashing he aimed for his man and caught him in a hug.

"This is fun, am I clean yet?"

The man ran his hands through the boy's hair and showed him the soapy residue.

"Nope, just a little longer, I still find soap."

The man enjoyed the view of his boy immensely, the kid was stunningly beautiful in his eyes and his boyish enthusiasm worked like a little ray of sunshine through the rain. The man saw how his little pecker stood erect again, like so many times before and the boy totally did not care to have a stiffy in front of his man. After a few more rounds through the puddles the boy purposely bumped into him again and giggled.

"And now?"

The man lifted him up and brushed some mud from the kid's leg before he let him ride his arms.

"Now? Now we go get warm. You feel cold like an ice cube."

The boy hugged the man's neck and the man walked inside through the back door. The man went back upstairs and they entered the shower once more.

"I better get the sand off your legs, you managed to find every puddle in my garden."

He quickly rinsed Rob's body with warm water and then he wrapped him into a big towel. Rob just let it all happen, he loved the attention the man gave him and he felt safe and wanted. The man rinsed quickly too and then he carried the rolled up boy package down with him to his lazy-cozy. He sat down and unwrapped his boy from the towel. Then he sat him into his lap and cuddled the boy against him, using the towel as a blanket. Rob curled up sitting sideways and felt the man's strong arms engulf him. He felt the man's warmth against his own skin and he giggled a bit when he felt the man's willy turn into a stiffy. Or better a stiff, because it was a LOT bigger than his own. He grabbed it gently under his bum and squeezed the shaft.

"Hmmm… that feels very nice." The man said and kissed his hair.

Rob continued to probe the man's shaft and once in a while he would touch the tip. The man had found Rob's stiffy and was patting and fondling it too… Rob felt really good and he didn't want this to stop ever. At some point he got an itch at his nose so he brought his hand up to scratch, and found that he had some slimy stuff on his fingers. He thought it had come from his nose, but when he tasted it, it was not his own taste. Still it didn't taste bad so he licked his fingers and went back to work on the man's stiff member. The man saw it and asked:

"Did you like the taste of that?"

"I don't know what it is, but it was not too bad, kinda salty."

Rob brought his hand up again to find out there was new slime on his fingers and licked it again.

"Hold on sweetheart, you can have more of that if you want?"

"Sure, its funny stuff… what is it?"

The man opened the towel and said: "Sit on the ground a minute will you, I will show you."

He waited for Rob to sit on the ground before he took his stiff member into his hand and squeezed some pre cum out of it." Rob looked with big eyes and then he squeezed his own stiffy.

"I don't have that… what is it?"

"It makes my dick nice slippery when I want to stick it into something. It means my dick is happy. You made it happy, that is why it is doing this."

Rob thought for a moment and then asked: "But if you don't stick it into something, what happens then?"

"Nothing, it dries up again."

"What a waste…"

Rob dipped another finger and licked it. "That's sperm right? like on the picture."

"Not quite, it is what comes before the sperm. Sperm is different."

Rob dipped once more and looked up. "I wanna eat yours, can you make some?"

The man looked at his boy and slowly shook his head. "You have no idea what you are asking my boy, but I can make some for you… it just takes some work."

The man began to rub his dick in front of Rob. Rob looked at the tip appearing and disappearing from the foreskin in rapid movements. He looked at his own stiffy and began to imitate the man's movements. It felt nice, like that time in the park, only less intense. He looked at the man's hand working on the stiff member and wondered when the sperm would come out.

"When is it coming?"

The man breathed heavy by now and spoke in short words. "I will… warn you honey… just be… ready to… kiss the… hole…".

Rob was working up a sweat too now, only he did not manage as well as the man. He lost beat once in a while, and a few times he even lost grip on his stiffy, but he kept trying. His tongue peeked out from between his lips and he almost missed it when the man grunted to him.

"Ooaa… here it comes!"

Rob looked at the man's face, wondering why he made such a weird face, and then he remembered he was supposed to kiss the tip of his stiff. He quickly moved his lips towards the man's member but he was too late. The first jet of sperm hit him right in the face before he could press his lips on the tip. The second jet went nicely between his lips but it came out with such force that he almost choked on it. He pulled back only to be hit by the third splash of sperm coming out of the man's tip.

Rob sat there looking at the man for a moment and then began to giggle, despite the mess on his face. He swallowed the sperm in his mouth and rolled on the ground like the man in the Ghostbusters movie had done, saying: "He slimed me. he slimed me…"

A big glob of sperm fell off his chin on his chest and he scooped it up with a finger, then licked it off.

"Yum… you missed my mouth…"

The man took some time to catch his breath and when he was thinking clear enough again he saw the boy sitting on the ground before him, lapping up sperm from all over his face with his hand, and licking it off. He caught the boy under his armpits and lifted him back into his lap. Then he started to clean his face with the towel, but Rob didn't want any of that.

"Hey! that's my sperm, you gave it to me!"

"Yes, it looks like I gave it to you good kiddo, you look like a drowned cat. Sorry about that, maybe I should have warned you better."

"Oh, its not too bad, its just a bit sticky…"

Rob licked most of the sperm up and then offered his face to the man with the towel. "NOW you can wipe me."

The man wiped the rest of the slimy stuff off the boy's face and then looked at his own dick, to see how much should be cleaned there. Rob saw the leftover sperm on the man's dick and hopped back on the floor.

"That's mine too!"

He simply lapped it up with his tongue and when he was satisfied most of it was gone the right way, he looked up.

"That was fun, I wanna do it again!"

He grabbed the man's – not so stiff any more – dick and began to rub it. The man grabbed his hands and pulled them away.

"Hold on you hungry kitten, I'm fresh out of milk for now…"

Rob looked at him strangely and the man explained: "When the sperm came out my dick was tired, I need some time before I could do that again. Remember how tired you were when you had that nice feeling hanging from the stairs the other day?"

Rob nodded.

"Well, I am tired too now, and it will take a little longer before my dick is ready again. I am not as young as you sweetheart."

Rob pretended to understand and nodded again. "But then I can have more later, right?"

"Sure Tarzan boy, if you like it you can have it."

Rob pumped his elbow and said "YESS!"

"But first we need to clean up and get dressed. The day has just begun and we have a busy schedule."

The man got up from the chair and gently pushed Rob up the stairs so they could clean up the mess they made.

*9*

It did not take so long to wash up and they went to the bedroom to find some clothes. Rob soon found the man's Tarzan loin cloth and held them up.

"Found your clothes!" he giggled.

The man took the cloth from the boy's hands and held it up.

"You want me to be Tarzan some more then? You know it means you will be my boy…"

He looked the boy straight into his eyes when he said that, and the boy lost his giggle.

"Yes please. I Really like it when you make me your boy, with the tie up stuff and so." Rob found the leather cuffs and held them up too.

"These are neat… I like them a lot."

The man sat down on the bed and patted the spot next to him. Rob hopped up on the mattress and got lazy on his back, his arms under his neck so he didn't have to lift his head to see the man. The man took the bracelets and tied the two bigger ones around the boy's ankles again. Rob felt his tummy stir a little, but not enough to give him a stiffy. Then the man ran his hands from the boy's knees all the way up to his elbows and grabbed his wrists.

He wrapped the left over bracelets around the boy's wrists and looked at the result. a very naked kinky little boy was laying in front of him and he could not resist to bend over and kiss his little tummy a few times.

"Are you gonna kiss my willy?"

Rob's willy jumped to life within a matter of seconds.

"Not right now, but you have something coming today. Remember the promises you made before I allowed you to sleep over here?"

Rob nodded, he remembered well.

"And what was the one about cheating your mother?"

"You were gonna give me a punish for it."

The man saw how the boy's stiffy pulsed at the thought of that.

"I see you think it is going to be a nice punishment, but you are mistaken. It will be a real punishment, without me touching your dickey to make you feel good."

Rob felt a little less certain all of a sudden.

"I will probably touch your dickey, but you won't like it."

The man looked at him and did not smile, he seemed very serious about it. Rob felt something like a knot form in his stomach and suddenly he didn't feel so confident any more. Playing Tarzan had been fun, even when it hurt sometimes, but that pain had been something he looked forward to. This sounded way more seriously and he tried to find a way out of it.

"What if I do the dishes alone for the weekend? Will you then not punish me for real?"

The man saw that his threat hit home and he shook his head slowly. "Uhmm… I can stand all day for you an then I can be handsome for you?"

The man shook no again.

"You are handsome for me already, what ever you do. That is no punishment."

Rob thought about it and then tried to find a new deal to offer.

"Then you can stick your stiff in my bum whenever you want to."

The man seemed to think about that one a moment and then shook no too.

"No sweetheart, THAT has to be done in a special way, It would not be fair to you when I used it as punishment."

Rob was at the end of his ideas. He could not come up with another deal so he gave up. He hung his shoulders and head and sighed deep.

"Hey silly head, you are not being punished yet, and you don't even know what I am going to do yet."

Rob shrugged.

"Can we do it now? Then we can do nice punishes for the rest of the weekend…"

The man stood up and began to tie his own loincloth around his hips.

"That is a good idea, follow me."

The man did not make preparations to tie Rob's loincloth too, so Rob began to do it himself.

"Leave that, you won't need it. We go downstairs first."

Rob got up from the bed and started downstairs, followed by his Tarzan man. Tarzan man turned on the light in the basement and Rob stood in the middle, waiting for things to happen. His stiffy was back to being a willy, because of the special kind of fear he felt for the punishment. Tarzan man went upstairs and came back with the shoe box, which had held the loin cloths and the bracelets before, and put it on a little table near the wall. Then he came to Rob, holding a rope and turned the boy around so he had his back to the man.

Tarzan man tied the boy's arms behind his back, just as he had done that first time. Rob's underarms were parallel to each other and pulled high up under his shoulder blades. The wrist of one arm was tied to the elbow of the other. Tarzan man now grabbed between Rob's legs to find his small balls and tied a string around them, just like the day before. Rob felt his stomach tighten despite his fear and his willy was beginning to stiffen up again. If he had not been so scared of the word 'punishment' he would have enjoyed this very much. Tarzan man scooped him up from the floor and laid him down on the floor, on his belly. He pulled the string back between his legs, so that the small package that his balls formed, was pulled between his legs to. He then tied the string to Rob's arms and pulled it tighter until rob had to lift his hips from the floor, to prevent his little balls from hurting too much. His little dickey stood stiff against his tummy and his stomach made somersaults inside him.

The man tied a stick between his ankles to keep his legs from closing and then he began to pull a rope that was lead through a pulley. Slowly Rob's legs raised into the air and after a few pulls he hung free from the ground. The tension in his little balls had increased and he moaned softly. His willy tingled and he was waiting in anticipation of the real punishment still. He tried hard to keep his bum sticking out in the back, so it would ease the tension on his balls a little, and the position of his tied arms made his chest and ribs stick out forwards.

The boy's stiffy was pulled down horizontally because of the string pulling on his little pouch. Tarzan man watched the display of boyish beauty for a while, running his hands over the smooth skin of the boy.

"You have no idea how beautiful you are my boy." Tarzan man said.

Rob could see that his Tarzan man also had a stiff dick behind his loin cloth, and he wished he could kiss it again.

He saw that Tarzan man had something in his hand and looked a little better. He could not find out what it was though because Tarzan man had disappeared behind him. He kept wondering until something hard hit his bum. The boy yelped and tried to push his hips forward, but the string on his little balls became too tight and he felt the pressure increase. His stiffy jumped and the pain in his bum seemed to make it tickle in that special way. Tarzan man hit him again, and again his hips bucked, making his balls ache and his stiffy jump. Tarzan man saw the reaction and smiled. He knew he was doing the right thing for his boy. He saw how his body reacted to the punishment he was administering and he knew he could take it a step further still. He took two nipple clamps out of the shoe box and kneeled in the front of his boy and showed the clamps. Rob could also see what his Tarzan man had used to spank his cheeks with: a ping-pong paddle.

"You remember the cloth pins?"

Rob nodded

Tarzan man rubbed the little knobs that were Rob's nipples and saw them react. He then clipped one clamp on each little knob and Rob inhaled sharply. The clamps had a little chain between them and Tarzan man tugged on the chain gently. Rob felt the clamps squeeze harder every time Tarzan man tugged on them and he felt tears well up in his eyes. His stiffy reacted totally different though, it was pulsing with his heartbeat and every squeeze went right into the tip of his stiffy, making it tingle more and more. Tarzan man tied a string to the little chain and tied the other end to the package that held his little balls too.

Now Rob had very little room for movement. If he moved his hips forward he would tug his packed balls and increase the pressure, and if he moved his shoulders too much the string would pull on the clamps and make the them bite his nipples more. Tarzan man went back to hitting the boy's cheeks with the paddle. The hits were harder than before, and Rob shrieked. Tarzan man found a rag and stuffed it into the boy's mouth. He was totally at the man's mercy and he loved every moment of it, despite the pain he felt. He trusted his man, and he knew that the pain would make his stiffy tingle more and more.

He longed for the moment where it would make his head float and explode into his mind. He needed more though, he could not make it happen yet. Tarzan man hit him again.

The combination of things that hurt him in that one hit was amazing. his nipples, bum and balls would all shoot their tingles at his stiffy. His yelp was muffled by the rag, but Tarzan man could hear it clearly. He saw his boy's stiffy jump at every hit and he tried to spread the impacts around as good as he could. Rob's cheeks were bright red and his eyes teary, yet his eyes begged his Tarzan man to do more, again, again. After twelve hits he felt his willy give in, and the tingles became unbearable. He started shaking and Tarzan man stopped hitting him. It took a few seconds for the shaking to stop and the muffled moans to grow quiet again.

All through his shaking Rob felt the different strings tug on different places on his body, making the experience more intense. Finally it stopped and he relaxed into his bonds. He had trouble keeping his bum sticking out because he was very tired all of a sudden. Tarzan man saw it and gently released his boy's body from the rope keeping him suspended in the air. He lowered the boy to the ground and Rob collapsed on his belly on the floor.

Tarzan man released the string that kept his balls pulled backwards and finally Rob could relax his aching back and hips. He tried to spit out the rag, and Tarzan man helped him to get rid of it. He cried softly, because of all the emotions that had ran through his young mind but they were not bad tears. He felt good and proud that he had made his Man happy again. Tarzan man pulled him into his lap, still tied up with his arms behind his back and caressed the boy's face and hair.

"My sweet boy, how brave you were, you make me so proud."

He kept whispering to the boy and telling him how proud he was. Rob's stiffy had gone down now, after it had given him so much pleasure but the man's was still very hard under Rob's body. Rob looked up and his shaky voice asked his Tarzan man: "Can you make new slime now?"

Tarzan man looked at him in surprise. His boy just had endured a heavy punishment and all he could think of was more slime? He untied the boy's legs and made him sit up on them against the wall.

"If you think you can handle it, I think I have a lot of it after what you did for me."

Rob smiled through his leftover tears. His hair was a mess and his face clearly showed he had been crying. He leaned against the wall with his shoulders and bound arms and watched his man take his loin cloth off. The man's big hard dick came into view and Rob licked his lips.

"Open wide sweetheart, and try to keep your teeth to yourself."

The man's dick came closer until the wet tip touched the boy's lips. Rob opened his mouth and felt the tip slide over his tongue. He tasted the salty slime and tried to swallow. The movement of the boy's tongue almost made the man squirt there and then but he could keep it in a bit longer. The man started to stroke his dick, aimed at the boy's tongue and it only took a few strokes to send him over the edge.

"Here it comes…" he moaned.

Rob braced himself. He felt the tip swell on his tongue and almost at the same time he tasted the man's sperm. It was too much for him to keep inside his mouth so when he could not keep any more in it ran out at the sides. He felt it drip on his chest and he closed his lips around the tip of the man's dick. The man moaned again and one more time squirted sperm into the boy's mouth. Then the man pulled back and with a wet sound the tip plopped out from the boy's lips. Rob swallowed.

He felt the sperm that had fallen on his chest run down slowly and he urged his man: "It's running down, quick, catch it!"

The man shook his head at the eagerness of the boy but caught the dripping sperm on his finger and fed it to his boy. Rob licked eagerly, and looked at his man and smiled wide.

"Yummy. Can I make it too?

"Not yet, your dickey needs to grow a little more before it can do that. Just wait until you get hairs on it, then you should be close."

The man lifted him up again, away from the wall and put him over his lap. He looked at the red globes before him and caressed them gently. Rob jumped on the first touch, but then got used to it. His globed burned less than the first time he got spanked, even he got hit harder this time. Still he enjoyed the cool sensation when his man put the ointment on his cheeks. He thought back at the magazines he had seen that morning and the picture of the man's dick sticking into the boy's bum popped into his mind.

"Are you gonna stick it in me now?"

"What do you mean Rob?"

"Well, like the picture, stick your willy in me?"

The man could hardly understand how the boy still wanted to be with him, after all that he just went through and he almost dismissed the question. Then he thought how it would not be fair to ignore the boy and he answered truthfully.

"I don't know yet my handsome. You sure make my dick ache for you and you are a very horny boy, you proved that to me already, but sticking my dick into your bum hurts in a different way. It makes you hurt inside and not just outside. We will have to practice and go very slow, opening you up back there and I need you to be honest about what you feel, so I can trust you."

Rob heard the change in tone in the man's voice. He thought about it for a minute and then replied: "What do I have to do then?"

"First you need to tell me if you REALLY want to try it, and if it is not just something you are curious about."

Rob thought about that a minute and then replied the best he could. "I want to know how it feels, but I also think it makes me even more Tarzan's boy. I want to be your boy as much as I can."

The man looked at his boy and saw how sincere he was about his answer.

"Ok then… tell me one more thing. Why do you try so hard to be my special boy?"

Rob started to blush, because he thought the reason he liked the man was actually a silly one. It was not something Tarzan would consider to be special and it was definitely not something Tarzan boy would ever say to the Tarzan man in the comic books. Yet his Tarzan man was not the Tarzan man from the books, and Rob was not Tarzan boy from the books. Rob had never read about Tarzan from the books doing anything remotely the same to his boy, so he knew their relation was much different from the one in the books.

Rob looked at his Tarzan man, the one that held him so tenderly in his arms and that had just given him his sperm to lick off, and he wanted to belong to him. He wished for nothing else than to belong to that man and to make him happy. He trusted the man more than he had trusted anyone ever in his short life, even his mother, and he longed to feel his Tarzan man's hands torture him into a shaky pile of moans.

He wished he could put his arms around his man's neck right now, but they were still tied firmly to his back. In stead he pressed his lips to the man's cheek and kissed him there, then the other one, and he ended up kissing him right on the lips. He could not say the words, but when they broke the kiss he looked his man straight into his eyes and said:

"THAT'S why…"

The man wrapped the boy into his strong arms and squeezed him against his chest.

"I love you too little one."

Then he took the clamps from the boy's nipples and the boy grunted. The man untied the string that was still around his little pouch and untied the boy's arms. He stood the boy in front of him and said:

"Go to the table and get the ointment."

Rob got it and handed it to his man.

"Now place yourself on my knees, bum up."

Rob did as the man instructed and stuck his bum in the air. The man took the ointment and squirted a little on his middle finger. Then he spread the boy's cheeks with one hand and rubbed the ointment right on his little tight hole.

"Try to relax it for me sweetheart."

Rob felt the cold ointment spread over his little hole and his first reflex was to squeeze it tight. The man felt it and asked him again to relax. Rob tried, but every time the man run his finger over the pucker hole he clamped it up again. It felt heavenly though and after a while he started to get used to the strange feeling.

The man took some new ointment on his finger and rubbed the boy's hole again. This time it did not flex and very gently the man began to push a little, making the little hole open around his slick finger. Time after time the man pushed into the hole and he felt it relax more and more, until it clamped around his first digit. Rob felt the intrusion and squeezed again, but the finger did not go out. He then tried to relax some more and managed to unclasp himself back there. The man began to wiggle his finger digit inside the boy's sphincter and the boy began to wiggle with it. It felt so strange, and yet also very pleasurable. The man had told him that it would hurt, but so far he had not felt any pain yet.

"Are you ok sweetie?" the man asked

Rob nodded "uh huh".

The man pushed a little harder and Rob began to feel some discomfort, but no real pain, Until the man pushed harder still and plopped his second digit into Rob's pucker. Rob's tight hole protested but the man was inside now. He slowly began to wiggle around again and the discomfort slowly subsided.

The man took his other hand and pushed it under Rob's belly, searching for his willy. Rob lifted his hips a moment to help him find what he was looking for and then the man began fondling the boy's willy while wiggling the finger of his other hand inside the boy's pucker. Rob began to get hard again and the man marveled at the stamina of the ten year old boy. He kept fondling while he slowly worked his finger deeper into the boy's hole, and then he was all the way in.

"You know what Rob?"

"Nuh uh" came the dreamy answer.

"My finger is all the way in."

Rob opened his eyes.

"No Way!"

"Yes way, my entire finger has disappeared."

He wiggled the fingers of his hand a little and Rob felt them against the back of his pouch, gently tapping his balls.

"Wowee… that's sooo cool!"

"Yes my boy, it is. But there is a big difference between one of my fingers and my stiff dick. We have to practice a lot more before you can have that one in there."

Rob tried to remember how thick the man's dick had been and realized the difference between the two could be a problem.

"How much longer do we have to practice?"

The man stopped fondling Rob's stiffy and showed him his fingers.

"Now you have one finger in there."

The man showed him his middle finger.

"And then I will take two fingers, and finally three."

The man showed him more fingers and Rob imagined all that going into his back door.

"And when you can have all that without problems, I will try and push my dick in there, and then you should know how to handle it."

Rob nodded, understanding the task at hand and willing to try it. The one finger felt good in there, even it took some getting used to after the initial entry, but he was curious how the man would be able to shove three fingers in there.

The man went back to fondling the boy's stiffy and balls, and at the same time wiggled around in the kids bum. Suddenly Rob tensed up and his stiffy jumped.

"What did you do now? Do it again!"

The man wiggled once more in the same spot and again Rob felt his body tense up.

"That's a good one, you can do that all day if you want." Rob proclaimed.

The man snickered.

"Yea, sure and who will make dinner then?"

"Oh… I like Pizza, you don't have to cook that."

The man grabbed Rob's stiffy and squeezed it a little, Rob giggled and wiggled. The man held him in place in the simplest way possible, by grabbing on to Rob's bum with his finger lodged deep into his bowels.

"So you want to wiggle huh?" the man said.

He began to pump his finger in and out of Rob's bum, first in small movements but them his strokes became longer and longer. Rob moaned and felt his stiffy jump time after time. If the man kept this up he would soon start floating again. Then suddenly he felt a sharp pain in his sphincter and he pumped his hips forward on the man's lap.

"Relax sweetie, don't squeeze it."

The man had pulled his finger all the way out and had pushed it back in again. He repeated the act a few times making Rob moan on a different tone. But after a few times of stabbing his finger into the boy's rectum he learned how to relax and it went a lot better. The man added a second finger and began to stretch the boy's sphincter. Rob felt a stinging pain in his bum as the man pushed deeper and deeper into his bowels, but he said nothing. He knew it was only two fingers so he tried to relax as much as possible. His stiffy had gone down, changing into a willy again and even the man's fondling did not help much. He kept his bum bravely into the air and didn't complain. Slowly the man worked his two fingers into the boy until they were all the way buried into him.

"You are doing well Rob, that is two fingers all the way inside you, now you need to learn to relax again."

Rob closed his eyes and tried to concentrate on the hand fondling him in the front. He found it strangely relaxing to have his man's hand fiddling there and after a while his bum relaxed itself more and more. Finally the man dared to wiggle around a little and Rob didn't mind that much, especially not when the man hit that weird place inside his bum again. Rob began to enjoy the full feeling in his behind and he began to moan again.

"Do three… do three now… lets try three."

He wanted so much to feel his man inside him that he didn't care about the pain of the training any more. He wanted it to be over so he could be one with his man. The man didn't say anything but wiggled a third finger into the boy's anus. Rob tried to relax, but it felt so tight. He thought he would split in two but he clenched his teeth together and bit through the pain. The man slowly started to pump his fingers again, in and out, in and out. an slowly Rob managed to relax again.

Then the man thought Rob was relaxed enough he took his fingers out and went to one of the cupboards. Then he came back with a big rubbery thing, and he smeared some ointment on it. It was thin at the top and had a thick part in the middle, then it went thin again. There was a flat bottom part that was rather thin but long.

"Rob, stand for me…"

Rob knew by now what that meant and stood up before the man, with his hands on his head and his legs spread a little. The man pushed him in the back so he had to bend over and then he pushed the rubbery thing into Rob's bum. Rob felt it go in and he felt the thick part pass his sphincter. Then suddenly it plopped into place and stopped at the thin flat end. Rob felt rather full behind, but it also felt strangely satisfying. The man stopped bending Rob over and he stood straight again. He wiggled his bum a little to make it sit right inside and then he looked at the man.

"I rather have your willy in though."

"I know, but not yet, you need more practice, and dinner first."

*10*

The man ordered pizza and Rob danced through the room. They dressed up as Tarzan and Tarzan boy for the occasion and when the doorbell rang the man just put on a robe and collected the pizzas. Then they made a picnic for just the two of them, with a blanket on the ground and sitting on the floor they pretended to eat in the jungle, like Tarzan and Tarzan boy. Neither of them thought it weird that Tarzan would have pizza for dinner, they just had a lot of fun eating with their fingers and getting dirty. Rob wore his full outfit, including his bracelets, looking like a true Tarzan boy, and the man wore his own loin cloth, looking like a true Tarzan. He observed his boy eating messy while sitting on bent legs, often offering him a good look inside his loincloth without realizing it. He still had that rubber thing inside his butt and it felt funny when he sat down on something. It would push inside in spots he never knew he had before, and he actually felt it push his special spot a few times too, making his willy jump enough to turn it into a stiffy.

Rob ended up sitting in the man's lap being fed crumbs of crust, and feeding them to his man. They had a lot of giggles about it and in the end they tried to find crumbs on the weirdest places on their bodies. Rob found one in his bellybutton and offered it to his man. The man gobbled it up from between his fingers with a smile and offered a crumb that he had found on his own knee. When most crumbs were gone the man pretended to find a lot of them in Rob's loin cloth, dipping his fingers in there time after time, making Rob giggle a lot. The boy noticed how the man's loincloth was pushing out in the front and he pointed at it.

"I see a crumble on your stiffy too, want me to get it for you?"

The boy had a mischievous smile on his face and the man knew he was up to something. Still he let him continue and said:

"Sure, why don't you. I don't see any?"

The boy grabbed into the leg hole of his loincloth and pulled the man's stiff member out. Then he laid down on the floor on his belly and started to examine it.

"Hmm… I cannot see it any more, maybe it went under the skin?"

The boy pulled back the man's foreskin and exposed the shiny tip. He scooted closer and licked the tip, tasting the salty shine that covered it. He smacked his lips a few times making the man grin and then he went to work on it good.

The man relaxed back with the boy lapping between his legs. The kiddo did a good job, even swirling his tongue around the tip and along the ridge. He squeezed and rubbed the shaft with both hands to milk more juices out of it and slowly he worked the man up to a big orgasm. The man grunted as the boy tried to stick his tongue into the hole on the tip, and when the kid started kissing around he kicked his legs out and grunted:

"Careful kid, here it comes…"

Rob felt the shaft flex and expand and he took a deep breath, just before the first squirt filled his mouth. He swallowed fast and managed to catch two more before his mouth became too full to cope with any more. He took his lips away and the last dribbles fell on the blanket between the man's legs and he swallowed twice.

"Yummy, I had desert."

He licked the tip clean from the rests of sperm and then he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. The man bent over, pushed the boy's loincloth aside and touched the plug in the boy's bum pushing it.

"Hey, that's nice, do it again."

The man did it again and started to play with the plug. He pulled on it and pushed it and twisted it sometimes. Rob stuck his bum in the air, and rested his head sideways in the man's lap.

"Hmmm… you can do that all night if you want to…"

The man teased him by slapping his cheeks firmly with his flat hand. Then he pulled the plug out passed the thick end and Rob protested a little.

"Ouch, that's thick."

Rob twisted his hips sideways to escape the slapping hand and a very hard stiffy appeared out of the front of his loincloth.

"I know it is thick boy, but you need to get used to it. When I stick my stiff dick in there its even thicker."

The man pushed it back in again and Rob turned his hips back. Then the man pulled the plug past the thick end once more and pushed it back in.

Rob pushed himself up on his elbows and asked:

"Can you tie me up again please? It makes me feel so good. Please tie me up an do it then?"

He looked up at the man and tried his puppy eyes. The man looked down and got a strange look on his face, seeing his boy plead to be restricted and tortured again. He lifted the boy up in his arms and kissed his cheek.

"Are you sure? When I tie you up you are mine… remember that."

Rob pushed his hips against his man, pressing his stiffy between them and giggled.

"I'm your boy already, so you can tie me up any time. I like it a lot."

The man smiled and kissed him once more, then he carried his prize down the stairs to the basement. He placed the boy on his feets and went to the shoebox that was still standing there. He lifted something out there and showed it to Rob. Rob looked at it with big glistering eyes and tried to touch it.

"Hold it there buddy… first guess what it is."

Rob looked a little better and giggled. "It's your willy, only in rubbery stuff."

"Right you are, you gave me that idea last week when we talked about making a fake willy."

Rob nodded and looked better. "Yours is nicer, because this one has no skin on, and yours does."

The man grabbed the boy's arm and pulled him towards him.

"You better get naughty soon or else I have no reason to punish you silly boy."

He smiled as he said it and Rob giggled and pulled away. Then he slapped the man on his bum and ran around the table so it was standing between the two of them.

"You have to catch me first," and he stuck out his tongue at the man and blew a raspberry.

The man played along and began to chase him around the table, saying things like: "You better come here nasty boy, or it will get worse" and "If you don't come here now I will spank your bubble butt to pulp!"

Rob giggled a lot and ran left and right, keeping just out of reach.

"I have to go poop."

Rob launched himself up the stairs to the toilet and the man followed slower. He reached the locked toilet door and instructed:

"When you wiped yourself you use the wet toilet paper too Rob, I want you to have a clean bum when you come down. And you better be prepared to be punished when you come down, If you think you don't deserve your punishment you better not come down again!"

The man went back downstairs and thought about the coming punishment. He planned what he wanted to do while he waited for his boy to return… or stay away. Whatever he chose. Finally he heard the toilet flush and Rob came down the stairs, holding his loincloth in one hand and the plug in the other.

"I can not get all this on myself any more."

The man made a stop sign. "HOLD it right there."

Rob froze halfway the stairs, a puzzled look on his face.

"If you take one more step in here I consider you downstairs in the basement, and you know what is going to happen then."

Rob rolled his eyes. "Oooh, I thought it was something wrong or so."

He hopped the last few steps in one jump and stopped in front of the man, holding out his wrists. "Ok, I am ready."

The man blinked twice and then took the wrists in his own hands.

"I just showed you the fake dick, and you know where I am going to stick that. You also know how it feels to get the thick part of the plug up your bum and you still want to be tied up?"

"Sure, its no fun without the tie-up."

Rob's willy was half mast, not really stiff, but not floppy either, it had lifted from his pouch and hung halfway into the air. The man let go of the boy's wrists and went to get the ropes. He told Rob to go stand under the pulleys and fastened one rope to each wrist. Then he told Rob to go and lay on the floor on his back. Rob felt the cold concrete touch his skin but he laid down anyway. The man led the two ropes through the pulleys so that they each ran through their own and then he tied the ends together. He then took another end of rope and ran it behind Rob's back, just at his shoulder blades. Then he lifted the boy's legs up so his ankles went up to his neck and he began to tie the rope to the cuffs on his ankles. He fastened a loop and a knot around the boy's neck loosely, to make sure the rope could not slide and then the boy was effectively bent double at the hips, sticking his bum in the air.

"Are you ok like this?"

Rob nodded: "Uh huh".

"Ok… tell me when it's not working, I don't want you to be too awkward in your bonds, if you are uncomfortable I want it to be my own doing, not because I tie you up wrong."

Rob wiggled a little to test the ropes and then said: "It's ok, I can still wiggle some."

"Ok, let's change that. Up you go."

The man began to pull the ropes that went through the pulleys and Rob felt his arms raise in the air. Then his back lift up and after a few pulls more he hung in the air from his arms, with his bum sticking out in front and his legs tied to his neck. The man pulled him higher until the boy's hips were at the same height as the man's shoulders. Rob could look down and see the man's hair and shoulders. The man could see the boy's smooth thighs and his stretched chest behind it, his now stiff dickey pointed upwards between the bent legs and right in front of the man's face was the slightly stretched pucker hole. It was clean because the boy had used wet wipes. The man sniffed and smelled the soapy alcohol still. Then he stuck out his tongue and licked the boy's stiffy from under his little balls right up to the tip.

Rob moaned and when the man took his whole package right into his mouth he cooed with pleasure. The man used his tongue to massage the little balls and roll them around in the soft pouch and then he let it all plop out again through his sucking lips. Then the man slowly licked his way down to the inviting boy-hole. The boy made more moaning sounds and when the man stuck his tongue right into the boy's rosebud he let out a long sigh. The man pushed his tongue deeper and deeper into the inviting boy hole until he could go no deeper. His nose buried into the loose skin of the boy's pouch.

When the boy's back door was dripping wet with the man's saliva the man took the plug and slowly inserted it into the boy's hole. It did not go as easy as when he had used the ointment, but he kept pushing until the boy began to whine softly. The man stopped and took the boy's chin between two fingers.

"If you make too much noise I will get the rag again, so its up to you. But the plug will go in, wether you like it or not."

The man began pushing the plug again and he saw the little hole stretch around the thicker part. Rob started whining again softly, and his breathing increased. The plug was almost passed the thick part and suddenly it plopped in. The man pushed it all the way inside, until it could no more and then he started pulling it out again, passed the thick part. Then back in and out. The man kept forcing the thick end of the plug passed Rob's sphincter until the boy stopped yammering and his breathing returned to normal again. Then he pulled it out in one motion and Rob opened his eyes.

"Put it in again… please?"

"No boy, the next one is going to be the big one. So prepare yourself. If you want me to try it, ask me to put in the big one, or else we stop here and now."

Rob didn't wait a moment. "Please put it in… please?"

His arms hurt a little from carrying his weight and his legs began to feel stiff, but his willy had not gone down for one second all the time the man had played with the boy's back end.

The man took the ointment and started to lube up the boy's hole. He also lubricated up the big model of his own dick and then he aimed it at the boy's anus. He touched it with the tip and twisted it a little. The boy flexed his hole and his stiffy jumped. The man saw the boy's little balls clearly visible in his soft pouch and felt them up a moment. Then he started to stroke the boy's stiffy with one hand while slowly but firmly push-turning the tip of the big dildo passed the boy's sphincter. It hurt a lot and the boy began to make more noise and when the tip plopped in he let out a yelp.

"That's it, no more yelping for you boy, open your mouth!"

The boy obeyed and the man pushed the rag into the child's mouth. Then he went back to slowly pushing the dildo and rubbing the boy's stiffy. The sounds out of the boy's mouth were muffled by the rag, but they became more urgent. Partly because his stiffy began to tingle from the constant rubbing and squeezing, and partly because the big rubbery dick in his bum began to hurt a lot now. The man made sure he did not go too fast, but he was relentless about it. The thing had to go in, and he kept pushing forward slowly.

The boy was softly crying into the rag now but his stiffy was in overdrive. The man had worked up a steady rhythm and the boy was bucking his hips in tact with him. His head felt like it was going to explode and he did not feel the pain in his shoulders any more. All he could think about was the area between his hips and the feelings that co-existed there. The pain made his stiffy tingle, and the man's steady rhythm made him writhe in his bonds. His stiffy was so close to making him shake again, and yet the constant pressure inside his bum kept him back still. The man did not push the model dick further in any more, but he played around with it a little. He pulled it a little and pushed it back in, and it helped the boy a lot to get used to the enormous size. His stiffy started to tingle in that special way and suddenly he let out a long moan into the rag. the man felt the boy's rectum spasm and used the spasms to push the big dildo further inside the boy. The boy bucked in the ropes, constantly grunting and moaning, and his body was completely out of control. He even managed to lift himself up a little and fell down again when his orgasm was over. He felt the big rubber dick push his special spot inside, and almost went over the edge again, but he was too exhausted to make it happen.

The man did not rub the boy's stiffy any more but used both hands to work the big dildo. One hand held on to the boy's stiffy and balls, using them as a handle to steady the boy's position, and the other slowly pulled the dildo in and out the boy's bum. Longer and longer became the movements and he could go faster than before. The man saw how the boy's sphincter stretched to the limit, but the boy could handle it without being damaged. He would never have gone as far as damaging the one persons in his life that he cared for the most. He saw the boy in all his beauty, the pain on his face and the desire in his eyes. This boy needed the bondage and the pain. The man could tell by the eagerness of the child's requests and the devotion he felt for his Tarzan man. This boy was a gem, and the man felt honored to be the chosen one to give him what he needed. The man saw his boy hang in the ropes and he was rock hard between his legs. He could not hold it any longer and he pulled the dildo out of the boy's rear. then he lowered the boy until their hips were a the same height and he aimed his own hard shaft at the boy's rear.

"Are you ready my boy?"

The boy had felt the void in his bum when the man pulled the big dildo out and wanted to feel full again. He opened his eyes and looked at his man with pleading eyes. He tried to beg for the dildo back, but the rag kept him from making coherent sounds. When he heard his man speak he nodded his head fiercely. He wanted his man inside him, no matter what. The man lubricated his stiff member and added some more ointment on and in the boy's behind. Then he lined up and pushed forwards. When the man pushed against his rear the boy grunted into his rag. He tried hard to relax and he had found out that it helped a lot when he tried to push back on the big intrusion. Slowly but firmly the man pushed his big dick forward and the boy felt his bum fill up slowly. The long preparation had worked. The boy's little hole was stretched far enough by now to accommodate the man's dick without tearing, but that did not mean it was easy for the boy to feel it go inside him. His rectum was stretched to its maximum and the man had to push quite hard to get inside him. Yet he bit his teeth together and let the man come inside. He wanted so much to have his man inside him that he did not care for the pain it caused. His stiffy was rock hard in the man's hand and it was a long way from wilting into a willy.

The man entered the boy in short pushes. He would push in a little, then wait, and then push a little again. His dick was entering the warm little hole and conquering it inch by inch. It took a long time but then he was finally all the way inside his boy and he let the boy get used to the pressure in his behind. The man let go of the boy's stiffy and balls and placed his hands on the small hips. He began to move very slowly in and out. Gentle small pushes, getting longer and longer so the boy could feel how he conquered him. The boy felt the man's dick inside him, rubbing his weird spot over and over again and his body went into overdrive. It was weird to feel his willy being manipulated from the inside, but he loved the feeling of being possessed by his man and he hoped it would never stop. His arms felt like they were made of led by now, and his legs were numb from being folded up so long. The rope behind his shoulder blades started to rub against his skin but he didn't want it to stop. His man was inside him. His man was taking him to be his own and he felt more proud than he had ever done before. Still the regular rubbing of his prostate made his world go hazy, he lost control of his feelings and let go. He could no longer think coherent thoughts as the man slid in and out of his bum. The man made long strokes now, pulling almost all the way out before ploughing back into him again. He heard the man grunt through his own moans and the basement sounded like a real jungle. like a real jungle. The regular shaking of the boy made the pulleys rattle and the rag fall out of his mouth, but they both did not notice. The boy had his mouth open and a little dribble flowed out of the corner. His eyes were turned back and his entire body felt like it was floating in space. His mind was in overdrive and could not form any coherent thought any more..

Then the man let out a long moan and pushed himself in one long motion all the way into the boy. The boy felt how the man's dick swelled even more inside him and then something started to fill him up in short bursts. The man felt squirt after squirt of hot man sperm leave his dick and enter the boy's bowels. Rob cried out in ecstasy and the man cried out in blissful orgasm. The moment seemed to last forever but then they slowly came back to the real world. Rob looked at his man with a teary smile on his face, his man looked back at him with worried eyes.

"Are you ok my boy?"

Rob nodded. "Yes… I am ok now. Everything is ok now."

The man kept his dick inside the boy a while longer, while it slowly shrunk back to normal proportions and the boy wished they could stay like that forever.

When the man finally began to pull out the boy stopped him.

"Wait!… please put the plug in. I want to keep it inside me forever…"

The man smiled and nodded reaching for the plug on the table. He pulled out of his boy and some of his sperm dripped out too, until he quickly inserted the plug. It went in without problems and stopped the dripping. Still Rob felt empty after having his man fill him up like that.

"Tarzan?"

"Yes my boy?"

"Now I am really your boy, am I not?"

The man began to untie his boy from his bonds and answered: "Yes my handsome, you are truly my boy now, and no one can take that away from us."

Rob was lowered to the ground and his legs were untied. He could not move them himself though and the man carefully stretched him out. Then he lifted his boy up in his strong arms and took him upstairs to the bathroom. He held on to his boy while he filled the bathtub and did not let go when he stepped into the warm water. They sank down together and the boy felt very content laying on top of his man in the tub. The man caressed his back and legs, feeling how soft and smooth his boy's skin was and the boy enjoyed the attention and tenderness. The man ran his hand carefully over the boy's rear, cleaning him from dripped sperm and other dirt, and then they just relaxed in the tub together. The boy became very lazy and almost fell asleep.

The man took the shampoo and began to wash his boy's hair and body. The slick soap made his skin feel even softer to the touch and he kept caressing his boy, spreading the soap all over him, as far as he could reach. It was far enough to get him clean and the man did not bother to wash the boy's front. Nothing had spilled there and the sweat from their encounter was already washed away by the water.

They soaked a little more after that and the then the man lifted his boy out of the water. He wrapped a blanket around the two of them and carried his prize to the bedroom, where he dropped the boy on the bed, making him bounce and giggle. He got the ointment and opened the lid, dipping his finger.

"Lay still sweetheart, I need to check for damages."

The boy stuck his bum up and the man checked how much damage he had done to the boy's insides. Other than some swelling there was nothing damaged, so he applied the cold cream and then he told the boy to put on one of his undies.

"No dripping in my bed, you will sleep in undies tonight."

"Aaaawww… its much nicer in my nekkid…., can't I sleep nekkid? And you have to put the plug in too…"

The man shook his head.

"No Rob, we need to get the swelling down before your mother comes to get you tomorrow, and maybe enough for you to run with me… although I doubt you will be able to do that."

Rob sighed.

"I'm gonna run with you anyway, just because…"

The man smiled and swatted his buns, then threw one of Rob's old undies on the bed.

"Here, the anti-smear campaign has started, wear that."

Rob pulled the undies up over his legs by sticking them into the air and then pulling the cloth up. They were one of his old y-fronts that were not closing up at the legs any more and the man had a nice peek through the leg hole. He saw the young boy's little package from the side, his small dickey laying on top of the firm pouch.

The man got naked and laid down in bed. Rob scooted up against him, until he spooned into the man's lap. The man put his arm over and around the boy, holding him close and Rob grabbed the man's hand and pushed it down into his crotch.

"You have to keep my balls warm… I like that."

The man kissed the boy's neck and cupped the little package into his big hand.

"Goodnight my boy, sleep well."

"Goodnight Tarzan, lofya lots of bunches."

It did not take long before they both slept like babies.

*11*

Sunday morning came all by itself, and the man woke up with two little hands exploring him again. He searched for the boy under the covers and found a bare shoulder. It felt soft and warm and smooth, and he caressed the skin as far as his hand would reach. Rob stopped petting the man's member and crawled up to lay against him. He put his head on the man's chest and the man put his arm around his boy. Rob listened a while and then he said:

"I hear your heart."

"I sure hope so… it should work in there."

Rob tapped his hand on the man's chest in tact with what he heard.

"It sounds funny when you talk, say something again…"

The man began to recite a silly child's song. "Three blind mice, see how they run…"

Rob stopped him. "No, you have to read a story… a good one!"

The man thought about the books that were in his house, and could not really find anything fit for a ten year old boy, so he said: "I would not know what to read. I do not really have anything that you would like to hear I think."

Rob rolled himself out of bed from under the covers and went to the box with magazines in the man's cupboard. The man followed him with his eyes but did not say anything. Rob remembered seeing a magazine with interesting pictures and stories in. Tie up stories, so he took it out and returned to the man in bed. He opened the magazine at a random place and gave it to the man.

"This one, you have to read this one."

The man looked for the beginning of the story and started reading. Rob placed his ear on the man's chest again and draped his leg over the man's hips. He listened to the rumble sounds in the man's chest coming from his voice and closed his eyes to listen better.

It was a story about two young men, and one got tied up, the other did all sorts of things to him. Some of them his man had done to him too… like the plug in his bum, and the nipple clamps, but one thing grabbed his attention. He stopped the man from reading.

"Can you do that to me too?"

"What sweetie?"

"Well… he is making candle stuff on the other ones willy… how does that feel?"

The man thought about it for a little and then decided that he did not really know.

"It probably hurts your dickey, and I think you have to be careful about it."

"Why?"

"Well, your dickey is sensitive, and the skin is rather thin, so its easy to burn it. I would not want that to happen to you."

Rob thought about that for a moment and then said: "You can try it anyway, and then you just do it careful so it won't damage… you can do that can't you?"

Rob felt the man's dick stiffen under his leg, and knew he would probably get his way.

"Your willy likes it…" the boy said.

The man grinned and said: "I know it does. Are you sure you want to try?"

"Sure, just tie me up too… I like tie ups."

"Let's have breakfast first, we need to run in the park too, and then we can go down to the basement."

Rob hopped out of bed and announced he wanted pancakes so the man spent the next half hour preparing a big pancake breakfast for the two of them. He made Rob set the table, even he had to tell him where to find everything, and then they sat and ate. Rob was still dressed in only his old white y-fronts, and the man wore an apron. Rob giggled about it at first, calling him a girl, but after the man gave him other ideas by tickling him quite heavily in the ribs, he finally gave in and said it only LOOKED like he was a girl. That costed Rob a few playful spankings on his rear end, but he did not change his mind about it.

Breakfast was messy, the pancakes demanded syrup and sugar and within two minutes Rob's hands were sticky enough to glue an elephant to the ceiling. He kept making it worse by licking his fingers so after breakfast he got a quick wash at the sink before they went running. Rob insisted on running in his white sport shorts, without having underwear on, and the man did not object to the idea of the boy going commando. They went to the park together where the man took on his double rounds, compared to Rob, who had much shorter legs and did not run as fast. Every time Rob got lapped by the man he would receive a slap on his bum, and then the man would be gone again.

Finally they went home, and on the way back the man could clearly see the little tent in the boy's shorts. He was already excited about the idea of being waxed in his most sensitive area. Obviously the boy was anticipating his session in the cellar and the man saw him adjust himself several times.

"Excited already?" the man asked when Rob stuck his hand inside his shorts for the third time.

"Uh huh…" Rob nodded.

The man opened the front door and let the boy go in first.

"Up you go, get the bracelets and then come down into the basement. Oh, and leave your shorts up there!"

Rob hopped upstairs with two steps at a time and the man went downstairs to see what he needed there. He put the table in the centre of the basement and covered it with a towel. Then he went upstairs to change out of his running clothes, and into his Tarzan loincloth. He found Rob in the bedroom messing up the bed, trying to find a missing bracelet.

"When did you last have it?"

"Just before we went running… you said I had-ta take them off."

The men bent down and looked under the bed, and immediately saw the missing garment.

"Look under the bed Rob, I found it there."

Rob jumped on the floor and skidded under the bed on his tummy. He quickly grabbed the bracelet from under there and skidded out on the other side of the bed, almost bumping into the man's feet. When he stood up he was covered in dust and the man had to make some effort to clean it off of him. Rob thought he could have been a little more careful maybe, but he loved to have the man's hands all over his body, rubbing off the dust patches. Then the man took his wrists and fastened the leather bracelets. He followed by tipping the boy on the bed and lifting his legs one by one to finish the job, wrapping the narrow ankles into the two leftover bracelets.

He lifted his boy higher than needed on purpose, so he had a good look at the boy's bubble butt and happy standing dickey. His shriveled pouch firm under it holding his two boyish globes. He finished by grabbing both ankles and lifting the boy high enough so his stiffy was in front of his mouth and blew a raspberry on the pouch. Rob giggled and the man took it as an encouragement to go further. He began to make eating sounds and gobbled the boy's little balls up into his mouth, making Rob scream and yelp like a little girl.

"Hey, you sound like a girl!"

Rob managed to mix words into his yelps and said: "Better than looking like one!"

The man playfully sunk his teeth into the child's tender flesh, just enough to make Rob squeal some more, then he let go of the boy's ankles so he fell down on the bed, bouncing twice. The boy's face was one big grin as he crawled away to the other side of the bed and his high pitched giggles sounded like little bells on Christmas morning.

After a few moments of bouncing around on the bed the man finally caught a wrist and pulled the boy towards him, wrapping the naked body into his big arms.

"Gotcha now! you are going dooown boy… deeeep down." The man said in a low booming voice.

Rob squirmed and giggled some more but when the man carried him down the stairs he calmed down. The man put him down on the table in the basement and Rob turned on his back, spreading his arms and legs all by himself. He felt nervous and still a little giggly, but when the man approached with the ropes he got quieter.

"Make me real tight ok?" he asked.

The man pulled him down a little by his ankles, making them reach the corners of the table. Rob's legs were quite wide now and he could not move them at all after the man had finished tying them to each corner. The man then fastened his wrists to the other corners, pulling the ropes tight and Rob felt himself being stretched as long as he could be.

The man went to one of the cupboards and took out a package of candles. He put those back again, found another one and read the label.

"100% paraffin, perfect for little boys."

He lit one and walked over to Rob, who followed his every move with big eyes. The boy saw the burning candle and was suddenly not so sure about his decision to subject to this.

"Try somewhere else first ok mister Tarzan?"

The man nodded and tipped the candle over above the boy's stomach. A few drops of warm wax fell down and Rob sucked in his tummy. The feeling was weird. It stung because it was warm, but yet it did not burn him.

"You want me to continue Rob?" the man asked.

Rob nodded, and the man moved the burning candle over one of the kid's nipples. Rob sucked in air when the hot drops hit his little button, and the muscles in his arms spasmed involuntarily. He kept following the candle with his eyes as the other nipple was now being covered in a thin layer of warm wax. The man saw how the boy anticipated the sting of the drops and went to get the rag. He placed it on the boy's eyes so he could not see where the next drops were going to fall.

"No peeking any more, just let me surprise you."

The man searched for a nice spot to drop another batch of hot wax, and scanned the boy's body. His body was stretched out long and his ribs were clearly visible under the soft skin. His abdomen was sucked in and a nice little island of white wax was solidified between his bellybutton and his chest. The boy's dickey was sticking straight up and the little balls were caught inside a nicely packed little pouch of wrinkly skin. His legs were spread wide, and the man made Rob jump by caressing the smooth thighs with his one hand.

The man plucked the wax off the boy's nipples and looked at the impression they had made in the wax. perfect little negatives of the kid's tiny erect nipples. Every time the man touched his boy on his skin the kid would react by tensing up, and then relaxing again when he noticed it was not hot wax hitting him. The man took the boy's stiffy between two fingers and exposed the tip from under the foreskin. He marveled at the velvet soft skin that surrounded the rock hard boy organ. The triangle spot, where the foreskin was attached to the tip was pointing upwards and the man moved the candle so that it dripped on the boy's tip. Rob arched his back as much as he could in his bonds and between clinched teeth he uttered:

"Shiiit shit shit."

The man did not give in and let a few drops fall right on the boy's piss slit, making a nice thin trail of wax droplets all around the underside of the tip. When the wax was solidified he pulled it off again, keeping the imprint of the boy's member into the wax safe.

"What do you think boy, you want more, or are you fed up with me by now."

Rob managed to relax his tense muscles when the man began to speak and answered:

"More… please more. It's so good!"

The man nodded, even as the boy could not see him, and tipped the candle again, dripping random drops all over the boy's front. He ended up thoroughly coating the boy's two nipples in a thick layer of wax, all the time playing with the boy's balls with his free hand. Rob was torn between the stinging sensation of the wax, and the gentle caresses and fondles of his balls and he started to moan softly. His stiffy pulsed with every heartbeat and his moans kept between soft cries and pleasure sighs. The man moved the still dripping candle down to the child's sensitive flesh in his crotch and started coating his stiffy with a layer of wax. He coated it well and in the end it dripped off to the sides as well, cocooning it inside a layer of solidified wax. Rob shook his hips trying to ease the sting some, but of course it did not help much.

The man put the candle down into a holder for a minute and found two thin pieces of string. He tied them each to a cloth pin and then he snapped the pins on the tight pouch of the boy. He pulled gently so the skin stretched out beneath the boy's stiffy and then he tied each string to a toe on the boy's feet. Rob tried to turn his hips so his pouch would not be stretched too tight, but he could not move very much. It only resulted in him sticking out his chest and sucking in his tummy a little more. The man took the still burning candle again and started to drip the wax on the skin of the stretched boy-pouch. He tried to connect the wax-trail to the one he had made earlier on the boy's stiffy and when he finally succeeded he just added another layer over the whole to make it a bit thicker. When it was solid again he gently pulled it off to reveal a nice imprint in the wax. He also put that to the side.

The man stuck out his tongue and licked the boy's shaft all the way up so it was wet with saliva. Then he began to blow little puffs of air on the wet skin, making Rob jump again. The moaning became louder and the boy's stiffy jumped up at every puff. The man began to alternate hot wax and cold air and the boy thought he would go crazy. Never had he felt anything like it in his short life and he thought his head would explode. The man cleaned the wax off again and put the candle down. He then sucked the boy's stiffy all the way into his mouth through his puckered lips, his tongue massaging the underside of the thin shaft. Rob let out a long shivering moan and suddenly he began to shake in his bonds. The man released the cloth pins and took the boy's balls between his fingers, gently massaging them, firm enough to let the boy know he had a hold on them. The man still sucked the boy's stiffy and the boy shook so violently that his bum sometimes left the table. Short moans came out of his mouth, and his eyes were closed tight.

When the boy calmed down the man let go of his stiffy. He caressed his chest and tummy with his big hand, making soft tickles on the velvet skin. Sometimes he would run his hands over the exposed under arms of the child, and sometimes he would only use the tips of his fingers to tease the boy's sensitive skin. He would press his lips on various places on the boy, feeling the warmth, kissing the soft skin wherever he could. He tried not to think about what the afternoon would bring, when the boy had to go home again. He was certain he would miss his beauty, and would long to touch the child's body again.

"Tarzan?"

The boy almost whispered the nickname.

"Yes my boy?"

"Can you make one more slime for me?"

The man was certain he could, he had been aroused almost the whole session and his balls were aching for release.

"Sure sweetheart, let me tie you up a little different then."

He released the boy's ankles and pulled him up on the table so his head fell backwards over the edge. Then he re-tied the boy's limbs and made sure he was tightly secured again. He stepped up to the boy's head and asked: "Are you ok with this?"

Rob saw the man's stiff dick float before his face, nodded and opened his mouth wide. The man did not need any more encouragement and he began to work on his dick, aiming it at the boy's mouth. Rob tried to touch the tip with his tongue, occasionally touching it and he grew more and more frustrated.

"Stick it in… I cannot taste anything."

The man stepped forward a little and pushed the tip between the boy's lips. Rob sighed and began to suck and lick as much as he could. The man could not keep still and he began to move his hips so his dick thrusted in and out of the boy's mouth a little. Rob felt the man's dick go deeper and deeper into his mouth and he became a little scared that he would choke on it soon. but the man did not give him any chance. He only spoke once before he creamed the boy's mouth.

"Here it comes."

Rob prepared for the familiar surge and managed to swallow the first squirt before the second hit him. He felt it hit the back of his throat and then slowly run to his nose. He managed to snork his nose once, just enough to keep the sperm out and swallowed again. Only the third and fourth squirt of man cum missed the target and hit his chin and neck. He almost whined in disappointment, knowing that he could never taste it there, but the man bent over and licked his neck and chin clean of his own sperm. Rob managed to kiss the man's chin once, and then he felt a hot sting on his thighs. The man had taken the candle again and was dripping hot wax on the inside of his upper legs. Rob had not been able to see the man's hands so it came as a total surprise. He yelped once and then he went back to mumbling "shit shit shit" again.

The candle dripped good, and the man managed to drip more wax on the boy's willy. It had gone down after his orgasm, but the wax made it go stiff in no time. The foreskin had gone back covering the tip, and the man tried to aim the wax so it would hit the puckered skin on the tip. He had to hold the boy's stiffy up so he could drip wax right on the upper tip. Rob went back to shaking his legs and he tried to lift his head to see where the wax was going next. He could not keep it up though and dropped it backwards. Every once in a while he would try again, giving his man a nice view of the tight muscles in his tummy. The man grabbed his dickey and balls and pulled them to the side so he could drip wax into the edge between the boy's legs and abdomen.

The smooth thin thighs were spotted with hardened drops of wax and with every drop the boy would make little whining sounds and shake his legs. his body was rigid and tense and the man loved to feel the firm muscles under the soft skin on the kid's torso.

When the candle was all but dripped out the man blew out the flame and dropped the stump between the boy's stretched legs.

"That was all, the candle is gone."

Rob let go of the air he was holding and dropped his head down.

"Gosh the posh, I thought I would melt too."

The man lifted the boy's head and asked: "Are you happy that its over?"

"Yes and no… it was really fun-ish, but it was hot too. But I hope you will do it again sometimes."

The man was satisfied with the answer and began to untie the ropes. He lifted his boy into his arms and kissed his face, one kiss on each cheek. The man looked into the boy's eyes and sighed deep.

"You are the most handsome boy I ever dripped wax on."

Rob giggles at that. "Yea… you drip wax on a hundred million trillion boys, right?"

The man wrapped his boy up into his arms and carried him upstairs.

"We better get that wax washed off before your mother comes. I feel like you would shrivel up if we bathe any more than we do now."

Rob stuck out his tongue at the man. "You just want to smear soap all over me, that's all."

"It sure helps to make you cleaner." was the man's answer.

"Yea… it sure helps to make your willy harder," was the cheeky response.

The man turned the boy over in his arms and blew a raspberry on his bum.

"I'll harder you, you imp… see who is the hardest!"

He grabbed between the boy's legs, still walking, and got hold of the kid's willy. It was not stiff, but it was definitely getting bigger while the man's hand held on to it. Rob managed to reach down, still held upside down and grabbed the man's member. He took a firm hold with both hands and hung in the man's arms, with his bum sticking up.

The man reached the bathroom and dropped the boy until he almost fell on the floor. Then he slowly lowered him the rest of the way and the kid collapsed in a pile at his feet, head first. He giggled a lot, and the man adored the sound of the happy child. Some of the wax had already come off, and when the man started the shower the boy was pealing other drops from his skin. He looked adorable standing with spread legs, and his fingers trying to reach between them.

When the water was warm the man stepped under the spray, washing off the sweat of the morning run, and the smell of the horny wax play. Rob saw him go in and quickly joined him, almost bumping into the man's behind. "Ho there, be careful before you break something." The man took the soap and lathered up his hands.

"Ready for the smearing around bit?"

"You betcha I am"

Rob spread his arms wide and let the man run his slick hands over his body. The man used his soapy hands to lift the boy's arms high up and kissed each hairless armpit before he washed him there. Then he ran his soapy hands all over the child's underbelly, cleaning off the leftover wax drops. As last part he washed the boy's hair and face, getting rid of any dried up sperm under the kid's chin, and then his boy was squeaky clean.

"There you go handsome, all ready for home."

Rob rinsed under the spray and lathered his own hands. "I'll wash your willy, you can wash the rest self."

The man smiled and stood still while Rob felt him all over between his legs, with soapy hands. It felt great and the man just stood there feeling the boy's small hands play with his package. After a few minutes he asked: "Am I clean yet?"

The boy looked up grinning. "Nope, you are waaay dirtier there than anywhere else. I need to wash for hours before it is clean."

Rob practically kneaded the tender flesh with both hands, like one would knead dough, his fingers prodding and squeezing all around, until the man thought it was becoming a little too tender down there.

"I think I am clean there now, if you wash me any longer down there I have no skin left."

Rob stopped and after rinsing he saw how red the man's skin was. "Yea, it's all red now, like a lobster that forgot sun-cream."

He pecked a kiss on the top of the man's dick and then he stepped back. "Ok, I'm done now."

They dried up and then got dressed in normal clothes. The man had taken the bracelets off his boy and put them back into the shoe box. Their Tarzan loin cloths were also stored away and together they packed Rob's bag.

They were hardly done when the doorbell rang. Rob opened the door and jumped up to hang around his mother's neck. She gave him a quick hug and when she saw the man appear behind her son she gave him a polite hand.

"Did you have a good time Robert?"

Rob nodded: "Yea, it was awesome, we had pancakes and we played all kinds of cool games and we ran two times, but I did not run in the rain, and we read a story, and there was cartoons on the TV. and you can not even look over the fence in the garden, for the people that try their fake legs, and…" He could not say anything more because his mother cut him off.

"Well, it seems you had a good time, I am happy it all turned out so nicely. Thank you for looking after my son mister Francis, you helped me a great deal."

The man ruffled Rob's hair and winked at him.

"No problem miss, he was nice to have around, you raised him well. If you ever need a babysitter again you can ask me, I will be happy to help."

Rob began to jump up to his mother again.

"Can he mom, can he please can he? I can come here every Saturday after running, then you sleep anyway!"

His mother lifted up his bag and made for the door.

"We will see Robert, I won't make any promises."

The man held the front door open for the two of them and as Rob's mother walked to the street Rob turned around and jumped up to take his man into a bear hug. He buried his face into the man's neck and squeezed his legs around the man's hips. Both the man and Rob's mother were a bit surprised by the sudden open display of affection, and for a moment the man did not know how to react in front of the woman. Then he raised his arms and wrapped the boy into them, like he had done so many times in private.

Rob's mother saw how her son held on to the man and she suddenly understood how much their relation had deepened the last weekend. She did not hesitate any longer and came back to lay her hand on her son's back.

"If you like him that much I won't mind if you visit more often. But you have to be certain you won't bother him during work hours."

Rob pushed himself back while still holding on to the man's hips with his legs.

"YESS!" He pumped his elbow. "Can I come on Saturdays then?"

The man smiled and nodded. "You are welcome every Saturday my boy, I promise I will take good care of you."

Rob let go of his man and followed his mother. He could see his man every week. They would play Tarzan whenever they met and he felt proud to have his man wanting him around.

He turned around one more time and waved. The man waved back and then closed the front door.

His Tarzan.

The End