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Reluctant Convert by Suzi K Part One "Look after things, David, won't you. And you will be sensible?" David's mother called anxiously from the car. She was setting out to her sister in Bradford who had fallen ill and needed looking after and help with her two young children. 16 year old David was being left behind. It was the first time he had been left on his own and his mother was anxious. "I've asked Harry, Mr. Adamson next door to keep an eye on you. And if there are any problems you are to go to him. You're sure you can cope?" David, standing on the kerb beside the car, reassured her, he was excited at the prospect of having the house to himself. He had no intention of letting Harry Adamson nanny him. He was a tall well-built widower who had moved next door a few months ago and a close friendship had quickly grown between the sophisticated businessman and David's mother who was divorced and rather bowled over by Harry Adamson's wealth and rugged good looks. David did not like him, was a little jealous of the big man's relation with his mother. He was intimidated by his air of aloof sophistication, and there was something about the way he looked at him that made him uneasy, a speculative wondering glint in his eye, as if he were asking himself some intriguing question. He did not like the man's daughter Sally either, who seemed stuck up, gave herself airs he thought; fortunately she was usually away at her boarding school and in the holidays she spent long weeks with her mother in another town. David meant to spend his days of independence as if this neighbour did not exist. Even as he stood waving at his mother's departing car he was thinking about his plans. He went into the house and straight to his mother's drinks cupboard, took out a bottle of whisky, fetched some ice and a glass from the kitchen, switched on the television and settled on the sofa to watch the day's episode of a late afternoon soap. He had barely sat down when the telephone rang. Harry Adamson's cool, slightly mocking voice, said "Hello David. Your mother thought you might be feeling a bit strange on your first evening alone in the house. Why don't you come and have some supper here. And you could watch a video." David thought quickly. "Thank you very much, Mr Adamson. But I am feeling quite tired and I thought I would go to bed early." "As you like David." Mr Adamson sounded amused. "But if you feel hungry or lonely remember you can change your mind." David hung up hoping that was the last he would hear from the intrusive neighbour. Later, much later that night he was still in front of the television. He had drunk a good deal more whisky. The lights were off and the curtains drawn. He had loaded the video he had bought from a boy in his form who had recently visited Amsterdam. It was labelled Circus Babes. The screen recited numbers at him, then stripes, then a warning in German that he did not understand, and then a girl appeared on the screen. She was young and naked, her legs were spread and she was moaning and writhing; one hand reached down to her cunt and she pressed a finger between the lips and began rubbing up and down, the other took hold of her right breast and caressed it and squeezed the nipple between finger and thumb. David gasped; he had never seen anything like this before. He reached down and opened his trousers and pulled out his penis which was rapidly becoming hard. The girl's writhing intensified, she lifted her body and thrust her hips at the camera, her vagina and the long stroking fingers almost filling the screen. The scene changed, became a naked man on top of a woman, fucking her. Shot from above and behind, it showed the man's penis moving in and out of the woman as his buttocks pumped up and down. David began to stroke his penis, breathing hard. He lifted up from the sofa and pushed his trousers and underpants down. He had never been so excited in his life. "So this is what you meant by tired, David." He jumped in shock and turned to see the tall figure of Harry Adamson standing by the door, in shadow, light from the TV flickering over his face, which still showed a cool amusement. "Don't you dare move," he said crisply, switching on the light moving swiftly across the room. He took the remote control from the sofa, pointed it at the set and switched off the film. It all happened so quickly, David was so shocked he could not speak. "Mmmister Add...," he stammered. "Shh!" the man laid his finger against his lips and looked down at the teenager, at his penis still jutting up from between his thighs, beginning now to soften and his hand still holding it. "You were having a good time," his gaze moved to the whisky glass beside David and the open bottle on the occasional table and back to his penis. The boy blushed and began to pull up his trousers. "I told you, don't move." He produced a small black object and put it to his face, and David realised too late it was a camera. It flashed once, twice, three times, as the big man moved swiftly, taking him from different angles, making sure the whisky glass and the open bottle featured in each shot along with his exposed penis and his hand. "And I shall take this too," He pressed the eject button and the video cassette slid out into his hand. "Your mother will need the evidence." "You mustn't. Please Mr Adamson. Don't tell mummy. she mustn't know." "Don't tell mummy." The man mocked him. "Such a quiet boy, she's always saying, and telling me what a sheltered life you've led. Never any trouble. Never go out at night. No girl friend. Such a mummy's boy. Well, mummy's going to have quite a shock, when she finds out what her darling boy is really like." "Please, Mr Adamson, please." He could not bear the thought of his mother knowing, seeing the photographs, looking at the video. Tears rose to his eyes as he imagined it. Mr Adamson laughed. "What a cry baby you are, David. Just like a little girl, for all that you've got one of those" - he pointed disdainfully at the boy's now soft, shrunken penis lying between his thighs. "No! Don't put it away," he said as David once again began to pull up his trousers. "I need something to remind me you're not a girl." He stepped close to the boy and grabbed him by his hair which long and black and curly and pulled his head back. The sudden tug brought more tears to David's eyes. Harry stared down at the teenager's blushing face. "Yes," he said, half to himself, "Heart-shaped face, soft milky skin, long lashes, big blue eyes, long curly black hair," he tugged it again. "And such a sissy. Except for this," his hand swept down and slapped the boy's penis. "Except for this - and there's precious little of it - you might as well be a girl." David squealed and placed his hands protectively over his groin. Tears were now streaming down his cheeks. "Please, Mr Adamson, please don't tell, I won't do it again, I promise." Sobs choked his voice. The man laughed again. "I'll make sure you won't. If you want me to keep this from your mother, you'll have to do what I tell you." The boy looked up, hope showing in his eyes. "Anything, Mr Adamson, I'll do anything if you don't tell mummy." The man gave him a long measuring look which had something threatening about it. he stepped back and David noticed for the first time that he was not wearing his usual clothes, but a long black robe of some silky material. "We'll see," he said. "I'm not promising anything. Now stand up!" He snapped out the last words, his eyes glinting, the amused look replaced by one of command. David got up from the sofa, and began pulling up his trousers. "Leave them as they are." David looked at him wonderingly, bemused. "But," he stammered. "Do as I say. Let them go." The boy obeyed and his trousers and underpants dropped below his knees. "Now go into the kitchen, to the back door." He looked at him, bewildered. "But how ... ? I can't." "You will. You'll see." He reached down and took hold of David's penis and began pulling him in the direction of the kitchen. He squealed in pain, and began to hobble behind Harry Adamson, stumbling, almost falling, as his trousers and underpants worked themselves down to his ankles. "Please. You're hurting me." "Then do as I say. Go to the kitchen, to the back door." He released the boy and he shuffled and hobbled to the door that led out into the garden. Adamson walked behind and when he paused at the door, slapped him hard on his buttocks. "Open it, you stupid thing, and out, and through the gate to my house. And be quick about it." and slapped him again as he fumbled with the handle of the door. David cried out in shock, and hurried through the sudden cold of the night air, to the back door of the neighbouring house. Adamson followed closely and David heard his laugh. "As I expected. Such a plump girlish bottom." And he pinched him there hard, making the boy leap forward as he opened the door so that he fell into the kitchen, ending up on his hands and knees. "Don't waste time. Get up. Move." He pushed him with his foot. "W-where?" "Up the stairs, and the door on the right. Be quick now." He shoved him along and up the stairs, his big hands under David's bottom cheeks. He stumbled into the room and Adamson gave him a final push so that he fell forward onto his face onto a bed. "But this is Sally's room." David said. "Of course it is and it's where you'll be staying until your mother returns. She's expecting me to ring and tell her how you're getting on. I shall say you were too nervous and frightened on your own, so you'll be staying here. She won't be surprised. She's brought you up to be such a sissy. You'd better tell her the same, unless you want her to know the truth about you." David was silent, his face half buried in the soft bedclothes and felt a hard slap on his exposed behind and cried out in shock. "You'll get a lot more of those on that girlish bottom of yours if you sulk." "But I wasn't sulking, Mr Adamson." "Well, answer when you're spoken to" He nodded. "Yes, Mr Adamson." "Yes, Mr Adamson, no Mr Adamson." he took hold of David's hair and pulled his head back. "What's more," he said, "though I don't expect you to say this to your mother, that kind Mr Adamson is letting you sleep where you belong, not in the spare room, but in a young girl's bedroom. Do you understand me?" "Yes, no. .... I don't know" David was quite bewildered. Full of guilt and embarrassment, still terrified that his mother might find out about him and the video, sprawled across Sally's soft bed in Mr Adamson's house, his trousers and underpants round his ankles, his naked bottom stinging still from Mr Adamson's slaps, he did not know where he was or what was going on. The man saw his bewilderment and laughed at him. "You'll understand soon enough. Now get up and strip, take everything off." He hesitated for a moment, saw the man move to slap him again and leapt off the bed hastily fumbled his way out of his clothes, and stood naked, the soft bedroom carpet warm under his feet. He crossed his hands in front of his penis half in embarrassment, half in fear. "It's a bit late for modesty, miss," Adamson said. "You've been a dirty little beast, haven't you, David?" "Yes, Mr Adamson," He muttered miserably and hung his head unable to meet his eye. "So you'll have to have a bath before I can let you talk to your mother." He took the boy into the bathroom and made him run the bath, and told him to get in and wash himself. David sat in the hot water waiting for Mr Adamson to leave the room, but he sat down on the end of the bath and lit a cigarette. "I shall be supervising you, David. You can't be trusted on your own." Shy and embarrassed at the man's watchful presence behind him David was half-hearted with the soap and flannel. He heard a sound of exasperation and felt a stinging slap on the face. He cried out and the soap and flannel flew out of his hands. "Is that how you wash? I believe you're deliberately defying me. Now find the soap and flannel and stand up." His face red and burning David\groped in the water and retrieved them and stood up and gasped. Mr Adamson was standing in front of him. he had removed the black robe and the boy was overwhelmed at the well-muscled body, the strong arms, the broad shoulders the gleaming pectorals. The man's only clothing was a narrow thong around his hips with a pouch that covered his penis and balls. David gasped in shock, the pouch bulged out massively and the boy could see the outline of his penis through the thin material. It was not erect but it was like a thick curving, terrifying snake. Mr Adamson ignored the boy's fascinated gaze. "Give me the flannel and the soap." But David hardly heard, his gaze still transfixed and the man slapped him again. "Really David anyone would think you'd never seen underwear before. What a little hypocrite I shall have to wash you myself and I can't do that in my robe." He took the flannel and the soap and rubbed the boy's face vigorously. "Open your mouth," he said, and pushed the soapy flannel inside until David gagged. The taste of the soap was vile. "You won't be so filthy again in a hurry." Then he attended to the boy's chest rubbing his nipples hard with the flannel. The sensation was painful but curiously pleasant, and to his horror, David felt his penis beginning to harden. It had just reached full erection when the busy flannel had worked its way down to that area of his body. Really, David. You are incorrigible. I've seen it once tonight and that was enough. If you're trying to prove you're a man, you won't convince me." He twisted the flannel into the semblance of a rope and struck the boy's penis three smarting blows. David gasped with pain and his penis immediately began to wilt and soften. "That's better," said Mr Adamson and took hold of it firmly with one hand, and began rubbing it with the flannel. The cool firmness of his grip the friction of the cloth, part rough, part slimy with soap was too much for the boy. He groaned with pleasure and his penis began to erect again, while he still felt the smart of the blows. "You're beginning to annoy me," said Mr Adamson and hit David's penis again, still holding it with one hand, so that the pain and shock were greater. Again it began to soften and David said, "I couldn't help it," and began to cry. The man ignored him and pulled his foreskin back and started rubbing the head of his penis. Again the sensations were excruciating, delightful, painful at the same time. "Really, David, I'm beginning to think you are turned on by men." Again he hit the boy's penis, and again it started to wilt. David was sobbing uncontrollably now the pain, the humiliation, the embarrassment and the excitement combining to produce an almost hysterical state. "You're such a sissy David. Turn round now and lean against the wall." he took him by the hips and turned and pushed his back down so that his bottom jutted out. "Now stop that sniveling. I'll even be gentle." He began to wash the boy's bottom. David couldn't see but it felt as if the man was washing the cheeks with his strong firm hands, softly stroking them. Then he pulled them gently apart and he could feel him soaping the crack between them, focusing more and more upon his anus, pressing the soap against the opening and turning and pushing it. The sensation was delightful. Horrified, David felt his penis beginning to harden again. Then he felt the roughness of the flannel pressing hard against his anus, slowly pushing its way into him. Mr Adamson had wrapped it round a finger. The boy moved in alarm, but a hand on his back held him steady pressing him to the wall. "You must be thoroughly clean," he said worming the flannel further inside him, then pulling out and pushing in again. The boy's alarm dissolved in the exciting sensations. Without knowing it he began moving his hips in response to the finger. Abruptly it was withdrawn, strong hands on his hips spun him round and held him. David's hands flew down to protect his penis. "Please, Mr Adamson I can't help it Please don't hit me again." He fell forward against the big man's chest sobbing hysterically. The man put an arm round him. "All right, David. But you are behaving very oddly - for a boy." His voice was deep and warm and oddly comforting. "Stand up now. I'm getting wet. Get out of the bath." David climbed out of the bath, sobbing still, but less uncontrollably. He was shaking though the bathroom was very warm. Mr Adamson wrapped a large warm white bath towel around the boy and began to dry him. "You know David," he said as he rubbed with the towel, "I'm getting more concerned about you by the minute. Getting turned on like that. For all the world like a girl with a finger up her pussy. And look at this now," he was drying the boy's chest and pressed the towel below the boy's nipples and pushed upwards. "Look at these, like a young girl's breasts." David looked down and saw that the pressure had created two soft mounds of flesh with his nipples standing out at the peaks. "I'm sorry," David muttered. Mr Adamson laughed. "My daughter Sally had a pair just like that two years ago and she was thrilled to bits with them. Flaunted them about the house in little lace bras. Got a few pairs still, up here in her room. These tender white things you've got would look very fetching in black lace." And he moved his hands up over the towel and grasped the white mounds of flesh in his big hands, moving the thumbs caressingly across the pink nipples. "And bless me if they don't feel just like a young girl's tits." "Please, Mr Adamson, don't." David stepped awkwardly away. The towel fell to the floor between them, and Mr Adamson laughed again. "Don't, Mr Adamson," he said mockingly. "You seem to like it well enough." He pointed and, sure enough, David's penis had begun to stir, was half erect. David blushed. "Please can I get dressed now." "We'll both get dressed," said Mr Adamson, turning away and picking up his black robe; as he turned David noticed again the man's enormous penis outlined in the black pouch and it seemed to have grown even larger, to be swelling even as he saw it outlined against the white tiles of the bathroom wall. Again the sight, brief glimpse that it was, fascinated him. They went back into Sally's bedroom and with relief David picked up his trousers and underpants. "What do you think you're doing?" asked Mr Adamson. "You're not wearing those again. I want to keep an eye on you." He opened a drawer in the wardrobe and rummaged about in it. "Perfect," he said. "Put this on," and tossed something across the room to David, who was still holding his trousers. It landed on his shoulder, something filmy and black and very light. "I can't wear this. It's for a girl." David was dismayed. "Don't make me angry again David. Do as you're told. I want to keep an eye on that part of you that has been misbehaving, the part that got so excited about the video and has gone on misbehaving ever since." "But ..." "There's nothing to make such a fuss about. The central heating's on, the house is as warm as toast. We're going downstairs to phone your mother, and I want to be sure you're not being indecent. Now put it on at once." Slowly David pulled the garment over his head. It was far worse than he had thought. Almost transparent, the filmy black material was a shorty nightie that barely reached his thighs. He looked despairingly at Mr Adamson. "Please. It's so short and ..." Mr Adamson laughed. "And I can see through it. Yes. That's the idea. Have a look at yourself." He pulled open a wardrobe door. There was a full-length mirror on the inside face. David saw his slim body outlined through the transparent black mesh, his nipples prominent dark points, his groin, shadowy, mysterious, his penis clearly visible. He was shocked. He found the sight erotic. Mr Adamson's voice woke him from an absorbed stare. "Very fetching you look too. Goes very well with that pale skin of yours and that long curly black hair. Girly black hair." He laughed. "But I'll take pity on you." He opened another drawer and said, "You can wear these; I'll still be able to see if you get up to anything." It was a pair of red panties. They were made of satin trimmed with lace and there was very little of them. David blushed as he took them. "Put them on. Hurry now, it's getting late." And David had another shock, there was even less of the panties than he had thought, for, as he pulled them on, there seemed to be room for a third leg and he saw that there was a great gaping hole at the crotch and that, too, was edged in lace. Mr Adamson chuckled. "Yes, crotchless panties. You won't be able to get away with anything wearing those." His voice changed. "Downstairs now, David," and grabbed the teenager by the arm and shoved him out of the bedroom door. Mr Adamson telephoned David's aunt's house in Bradford. David's mother had arrived safely, but was in the bath and would ring back in half an hour. David and Mr Adamson sat on the sofa beside the telephone waiting for the call. David was worried about the shortness of the nightie, even shorter now that he was sitting down and kept tugging at it and then his penis kept slipping out of the slit in the panties. Mr Adamson observed his embarrassment and seemed amused. Then he said, "Stop fiddling. Pulling at it won't make it longer, and if you tear it, you'll be in real trouble. And stop playing with yourself. If you touch your cock again, I'll tie your hands together." David quickly put his hands by his sides. Mr Adamson smiled and sipped from the drink he had made himself "While we're waiting David, I want to talk to you seriously about your behaviour this evening. Your mother trusted you. She was worried that you might find it difficult to cope on you own. But she didn't dream of what I found you engaged in. Stealing her whisky was bad enough, of course, but worse was that video and what you were doing. If I'm not to tell your mother, which is what I really ought to do, I'll have to deal with you myself. Now, first, I want you to tell me where you got the video." Silence. David could not speak. Mr Adamson's hand flashed out and slapped his face. "I'll get it out of you. Better speak now before worse follows." And he slapped David again, holding him by the shoulder so that he could not move away. David began to cry. "I bought it." "Where? From whom?" Silence only the sound of David sobbing. He felt strong hands on his waist lifting him as if he were a feather, and he found himself across the man's knee, head down, his legs trapped between his thighs. The nightie was lifted, a hand pressed on his back while the other pulled the panties down to his thighs. "I see you want to be spanked on your bare bottom," said Mr Adamson as delivered the first stinging slap. "I should have brought Sally's hairbrush down," accompanied the second. "In fact when I've reached twenty five," the third, "I shall go and fetch it and you'll find out what the bristles feel like on that tender skin." Four, five and six. The slaps rang out rhythmically. David was sobbing loudly now and crying out that he would tell. But Mr Adamson didn't hear him, or pretended not to and continued spanking until David's white bottom had turned a dark, flaming red in the dim light. "So you're ready to tell me how you acquired the video." David told how he had bought it from a fellow student at his school who had been to Amsterdam, and hesitated about revealing the name, but another slap from Mr Adamson and the threat of more persuaded him. "Andrew Crowley," said Mr Adamson musingly his hand resting on David's bottom. "I suppose I'll have to inform his parents. This sort of thing must be stopped." David, still weeping, helplessly pinned across Mr Adamson's knee, his bottom aflame, head hanging down inches above the carpet, feeling as if it would burst, was horrified anew. "No. Please. You mustn't. Everyone would know I'd told." "Well, what of it?" Mr Adamson hand was absently stroking David's bottom. "What if they did know?" "I'd be finished. They don't like me as it is, they make fun of me." "Do they now? And why is that?" The fingers of the stroking hand strayed between his hot, smarting buttocks. It felt cool. soothing and somehow exciting. "I don't know. Because I don't do sport, play football, I haven't got a girlfriend and mummy doesn't like me to go out at night." "In other words they think you're a sissy." "Yes," said David. He was not thinking of his answer. The hand absent-mindedly stroking his bare bottom was having an effect in spite of his discomfort. David felt his penis beginning to stir against Mr Adamson's knee and was terrified at the idea that the man would see and mock and punish him. "Please let me up now Mr Adamson. I've told you everything." "Perhaps you have - for the time being, at least. But remember I can do a lot worse if ever you try to keep things from me." The man released the boy and taking him by the waist lifted him and stood him between his knees. "Now pull those panties up. And sit down." He patted the sofa beside him. The boy winced as the rough material of the sofa came into contact with his sore and inflamed bottom. The red panties were no great protection. "Sore are you?" Mr Adamson's deep tones were sympathetic. "Well, I'll help you out. I can be kind, and you have been co-operative." Once again he took the boy by the waist lifted him and placed him on his lap, but sitting across the man's powerful thighs, his bottom protruding beyond them. "There, that's better, isn't it. Well, what do you say?" "Thank you, Mr Adamson." David was thoroughly bewildered. In his wildest dreams he could never have imagined that he would be sitting across a man's lap, dressed in a transparent filmy nightie that barely reached his thighs and red crotchless panties, and expressing gratitude because his thoroughly spanked, sore inflamed bottom, protruding over the edge of the man's thighs, was spared the pain of bearing his weight. "I should think you're grateful. Gives this sore little bottom a bit of air." And he patted it gently. Then the telephone rang. Mr Adamson made no move to answer it; instead he picked up something with a long trailing wire and held it up. "An earpiece," he said as the phone rang again. When you talk to your mother I shall be listening in. Where she's concerned you are not to be trusted." Then he picked up the phone and began talking to the boy's mother, explaining how David came to be staying in his house. "The poor thing came knocking on my door as soon as it grew dark. Tears in his eyes. He said he was frightened, had passed a couple of rough-looking men loitering in the street outside. Thought they were going to break in and kidnap him." As he spoke, the hand that was patting David's bottom began to stroke it. Somehow the fingers had strayed inside the opening of the crotchless panties and the hand was gliding over the hot bare skin. Once again David found himself fighting against the exciting sensations aroused by this absent-minded caress. "Of course, he'll be allright here. I'll look after him," said Mr Adamson. "But he can talk to you and tell you himself." Mr Adamson handed the phone to the boy. "Here he is." "Hello mummy," said David, uncomfortably aware that the cool soothing fingers on his bottom were beginning to arouse his penis. His mother said how sorry she was to leave him on his own, but he could hardly focus on her words. He could feel his penis swelling and brushing against the opening of the panties, and then the coolness as it emerged into the air. "What a silly thing you are," said his mother, "to be frightened of rough men. Why ever would they kidnap you?" He felt the caressing hand on his bottom and then something new the warmth of Mr Adamson's breath against his ear and the man's murmuring voice dark and warm as his breath as he ordered, "Tell her you thought they might do things to you." Hypnotised, wholly under the spell of this man, David obeyed. His voice quivered as he repeated the words the man had breathed into his ear. He was overcome by mixture of unfamiliar feelings, the insistent hand stroking his bottom, calming, soothing, but terribly exciting, terror lest Mr Adamson should notice his penis jutting out of the panties, and yet a half-comforting, half-frightening sense of being wholly in the man's power. "You're far too sensitive, darling," said his mother. "What on earth did you think they would do to you?" Again Mr Adamson's voice murmured into his ear, instructing him what to say. He felt the man's lips as he spoke and now and then his tongue touching the sensitive inner flesh, and he shivered, but he obeyed, his voice shaking even more. "I heard them say I was pretty and they were going to have me." He heard his mother's sharp intake of breath at these words. "Oh darling! I am sure you misheard them. You are very pretty to be a boy, I know; but that's a good thing. Don't be frightened. You're safe now with Harry, with Mr Adamson. He's very strong and kind. He'll look after you, put you to bed, even give you a cuddle. It sounds as if you could do with one. I must go now. Alice is calling me. I'll talk to you tomorrow. Be obedient and do what Harry tells you." The conversation ended, and as Mr Adamson replaced the receiver his hand brushed against David's erect penis. "What's this?" he said. "A cockstand because your mother's on the phone? I don't believe it." The hand on David's bottom tightened in anger and squeezed the sore flesh. David yelped. "It's not like that, Mr Adamson. I can explain. I couldn't help it really I couldn't," he pleaded his hands over his groin protectively, almost hysterical with fear lest the man strike his penis again. "Allright, allright," said Mr Adamson. "I want to get to the bottom of this," and he relaxed his hold on David's bottom and patted it. "If it wasn't talking to your mother that's excited you like this then it must have been the idea of rough men using you. Is that what turns you on?" "No, no," said David desperately. "I only said it because you told me to." "And why do you think I told you to say it? Because I wanted to see if it turned you on. All evening I've been noticing how feminine you are and I wanted to test it out. and this is the result. "But it's not like that. Really, Mr Adamson, please believe me." "I'd like to, David, but you've shown yourself so deceitful that it's very difficult. And don't think that I really believed you were staring at my underwear in the bathroom earlier on. You were looking at my cock. Can you deny it?" David didn't. He was too shocked. He stared up at Mr Adamson. "Don't look at me with those big innocent eyes as if you don't know what I'm talking about. The way you looked at my cock, it was hungry, like a girl who wants to feel it inside her. You were almost licking your lips." "It's not true. It's not true." "Are you sure of that? Are you willing to put it to the test?" As he said this he lifted David from his lap and set him standing between his wide-spread thighs. He stared challengingly into the boy's eyes. David couldn't meet that mocking, questioning, yet serious gaze and looked away. "How do you mean put it to the test?" "I'll show you." Still holding him by the waist he pressed David down until the boy was kneeling between his legs. "I just want you to look and answer my questions." With that he untied the belt that held his robe together and slowly pulled it open, exposing once again the black pouch that barely managed to contain the great serpent of the his penis, barely a foot away from the boy's eyes. David, shocked, tried to move away but Mr Adamson took hold of his hair and held his head motionless. "You stared at it hard enough before; it's too late to pretend. Have you never seen a man's cock before." David shook his head as much as the grasp on his hair allowed. "No, Mr Adamson." He was shocked and bewildered. The enormous penis as much exposed as hidden by the thin material that strained to cover it seemed to be stirring slightly. "So you've never see a grown man's erection. Well this will be your first time then." With fear and astonishment David saw the man's penis swelling and straightening, like a live thing waking within the confinement of the pouch. Mr Adamson pushed the pouch down uncovering the flesh of it as it began to rear up, gradually reaching its full size. The enormous ruby head was almost touching David's face. He stared, his eyes enormous, his mouth falling open. "So what does that make you feel?" David did not hear the question, did not realise that Mr Adamson was no longer holding him by his hair. There was silence for a minute while Mr Adamson looked at the boy's rapt face. Then abruptly he pulled the edges of his robe together hiding the enormous penis, breaking the spell. "I asked you a question, miss," he said, "and you answered it without saying a word." He laughed. David blinked and looked up. "But I didn't hear the question," he said. "Exactly, because you were in dreamland staring at my cock, couldn't make up your mind whether you wanted to kiss it or sit on it. You're masquerading as a boy; you look like a girl and your desires are those of a girl." He hauled the boy to his feet and looked at him ignoring David's protests that he was a boy. "And what's more," he added, looking him up and down, and licking his lips "you're dressed as a girl. I made you wear those things for other reasons, as you know, but I see I made the right choice. You should always be dressed as a girl. As for this," he reached forward and grabbed hold of the boy's penis still protruding through the slit in the crotchless panties, but subsiding now from its excited state. "As for this it's no more than a pretty little ornament." Hopelessly David repeated that he was a boy not a girl. He could not understand how he had come to be in this position between Mr Adamson's muscular thighs, dressed in a transparent nightie and crotchless red panties, his penis held by this contemptuous man who was so unerringly challenging his masculinity. He was beginning to doubt it himself. He felt his penis stiff again in the man's grasp. "Please, don't do that," he said weakly. He felt himself being pulled closer and closer to the man whose other hand reached round and clasped his bottom. He heard Adamson's voice "Your mother suggested I should give you a cuddle. Perhaps this is what she had in mind." And the man's mouth pressed against his and he felt the tongue pressing against his lips and snaking inside his mouth as he opened it to protest. A hand on his back crushed him to Harry Adamson's chest while the other caressed his bottom. Against his will he felt his body responding, his arms going round the man's neck and his bottom pushing against the caressing hand. Then overcome with nervous excitement and a passion he wanted to resist, his mind and body in turmoil, he fainted. _____________ He opened his eyes. He was lying in a bed, Sally's bed, in Sally's room. Mr Adamson was sitting in a chair beside him looking concerned. "A bit too much for you was it," he said and his voice was kind and reassuring. "Well, we won't say any more about it for now. It's late and you've had an emotional evening, a good sleep will do you good. And perhaps tomorrow we can make a fresh start." The events of the evening came flooding back to David and he blushed intensely, seized by a mixture of embarrassment and shame. Mr Adamson, still dressed in his black robe, smiled at him. "I thought if I read to you for a while it might calm you down, help you to sleep. Would you like that." David nodded. He had not been read to sleep for years, but he thought it would take his mind off the events of the evening. "I'd like that," he said shyly, and thought how kind and understanding Mr Adamson could be. Mr Adamson picked up a book from the floor beside him. "This is one of Sally's - a romance, I expect. It doesn't matter, the main thing is to get you off to sleep." He began to read. The book was indeed a romance. David was only half-listening, letting himself be soothed by Mr Adamson"s deep rich voice which flowed over him like a dark tide. How different he could be, David thought, remembering how cruel and stern the man had been earlier. He smiled to himself and turned on his side and was abruptly shocked out of his dreamy state. While he was reading Mr Adamson had spread his legs and leant back in the chair and pushed his knees forward until they touched the side of the bed and in doing so his robe had fallen open exposing his enormous penis. He no longer wore anything under the robe and the penis hung down like a thick piece of rope between the well-muscled thighs over his enormous balls. Once again David was reminded of a sleeping snake. It was dangerous and somehow attractive. Mr Adamson turned a page and looked up and saw the direction of the boy's fixed gaze. Still reading, he reached across and twitched the bed clothes off David's body and saw that the boy's hand in his dreamy state had reached between his thighs and was holding his penis which protruded from the opening in his panties. He dropped the book on the floor and stood over the boy. "I'm disappointed in you David," he said his face growing stern. "It seems that all you can do is think about my cock which as I see turns you on. I said you were a girl. You seem to be obsessed." David was close to tears. "It isn't like that, really it wasn't," he said and wished he hadn't looked at Mr Adamson's cock. But it was so large, so unavoidable. "I'm sorry. Please don't hit me." The man was still angry. "I sat here reading you to sleep, hoping we could put all that behind us and make a fresh start tomorrow. I thought how sweet and innocent you looked and perhaps I'd misjudged you after all. But no, after all, you're cock-mad. You were going to spend the night dreaming of sucking men's cocks and masturbating. Well I won't have it. Turn over. Lie on your back." While David obeyed he took some of Sally's stockings from a drawer in the chest beside him. "In the middle of the bed," he added and lifted David up and placed him where he wanted. Then he climbed on the bed and knelt astride the boy's pink hairless chest. He flinched as the big man loomed over him and put his hands protectively across his face, whimpering in fear. "Don't be such a sissy," said Mr Adamson, "I'm not going to slap you. I'm just going to make sure you don't get up to anything during the night. I shall tie your hands to the bedhead. Lucky that Sally wanted one of those old-fashioned brass bedsteads." As he spoke he took the boy's hands one by one and tied a stocking round each wrist. But David hardly heard a word. To the boy's horror, Mr Adamson who had not bothered to close his robe was so positioned that his penis hung over the boy's face, and as he moved in tying a stocking around each wrist his penis bobbed and touched first David's nose, then his cheeks and then his lips. Whether it was the man's accusation that he wanted to suck cocks, something that David had never thought of till then, or something else, he didn't know, but the boy felt a almost irresistible desire to open his mouth and let the penis slide between his lips and to suck it like a lollipop. He had almost given way when to his mixed relief and regret the man's movements made the penis move away from the boy's mouth. "I don't want you to be more uncomfortable than necessary so I'm just making sure that you won't be able to reach down there to masturbate in the night." Mr Adamson's voice came from above him as he secured the other end of each stocking to the top of a brass bedpost just below the shiny brass ball that surmounted it. In doing this he leant further across than before and his penis trailed across David's face coming to rest on his lips once again. And this time David could not resist. He did not give way completely, but could not help letting his tongue slip between his lips and giving Mr Adamson's cock a long caressing lick. The man drew back and looked down at the boy's face. "Well, I'm damned," he said. "What a randy little bitch you are." He sounded almost amused. David's face was red with shame and embarrassment. "I didn't mean to ... I couldn't help it," he stammered. "Please don't be angry with me again." "Well, we shall see," said Mr Adamson, and leant forward again, very deliberately, so that his penis trailed once more across the boy's face. David shut his eyes. "Please, don't." He tried to push the man away but his wrists were securely tied and he could raise his hands no more than a few inches above the pillow. He felt the soft cool weight of Mr Adamson's cock trailing smoothly across his cheeks and his body quivered and shook as it moved across his eyelids. Mr Adamson's hand was guiding its track over his face. Now it moved tantalisingly quickly across his mouth. Now it was on his eyelids again. Now suddenly it was gone. David opened his eyes and saw it above him inches away and it was swelling once more. The great purple head was rearing up between Mr Adamson's fingers, and then he pointed it downwards and as David closed his eyes it touched his lips and without thinking, without giving himself time to make a choice the boy opened his mouth and the engorged head of the swelling penis head began to push its way in between his lips. David whimpered at the first taste of the man, and ran his tongue over the smooth alien body in his mouth. He felt abysmally ashamed and terribly excited. From above him but as if very distant he heard Mr Adamson's voice. "That's what you wanted all along, you little cocksucking bitch. That's right use your tongue." The soft yet hard penis pushed its way to the back of David's mouth and he almost gagged but then it withdrew and, as if afraid that it would leave him, he sucked at it, raising his head a little from the pillow. Then it pushed into his mouth again, slowly, deliciously until once again he almost gagged and it withdrew. The next time he sucked he licked furiously pressing his tongue into its soft firmness. Then abruptly he was bereft, the thing was gone. He opened his eyes and looked up, his expression showing deprivation and disappointment. Mr Adamson was watching him intently and nodded. "Yes, my girl, you really have given yourself away." He got off the bed and stood beside it looking down at the boy, at his hands lying on the pillow beside his head secured to the brass bedposts by nylon stockings, his pale, heart-shaped face framed by curly black hair, his big blue eyes staring up piteously up at the man, filmed with tears, the red lips which had so recently enfolded his cock, parted now as if the boy wanted to say something but could not speak, the slim body outlined through the transparent black nightie rucked up now above the red satin panties through which his penis still protruded, still erect, at the slim thighs and long legs lying passive against the sheet. "That's enough for today," he said. "I shall leave you to sleep now if you can and to lick your lips at the thought of men's cocks if you can't. I've made sure you won't be able to do anything else. Have you anything to say to me before I go? The boy shook his head, still staring at the man out of eyes from which tears were now flowing. "Well then, good night. I shall see you in the morning." The man switched off the light and went out leaving the door open through which the dim bulb on the landing cast a shadowy, uncertain light. David lay in the semi-darkness his eyes still wide open, crying silently. He was shocked, horrified by what had just happened. He could not understand himself and the desires that had suddenly revealed themselves to him; could not understand the mixture of emotions, joy, excitement, terror that had seized him when Mr Adamson's cock had slid between his lips. The memory made him shudder as that feeling returned for a moment; then he felt revulsion - at himself. Why had he felt so bereft when he had been deprived of that cock in his mouth, why had he wanted nothing so much as to feel his lips around it again? How could he have desired such a thing? And still desire it? He asked himself the question and could not answer it. But he did not want to desire it. He would not give way again. Somehow he had been tricked into letting that beautiful cock into his mouth. But he would not let it happen again. Tomorrow would be different. The resolution comforted him and his tears ceased to flow, and gradually he fell asleep. He did not know what he dreamed about, for, in the morning he had forgotten. Harry Adamson did not go to bed for some time. He sat downstairs on the sofa for more than an hour drinking and smoking and though his eyes were open he did not see the room around him. He too, was remembering the evening, remembering how the boy's mouth had felt around his cock. He too, was making plans for tomorrow and a smile played around his lips and under his black robe his cock grew hard.