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Such A Perfect Age

Harry had stayed late at the library, wanting to finish researching his social studies paper, The Five Primary Administrative Bodies of the United Nations, Their History and Functions, even though it wasn’t due for another week. He hated that Ms. Bauer wouldn’t allow them to use the Internet for this paper. She said that the point of the lesson was to learn how much time was saved by having the Internet available, and that the only way they could appreciate it was by having to do research the old-fashioned way for once.

He’d decided to walk the two miles to his house because the weather was unseasonably nice and he enjoyed being outdoors. Before leaving the school, he dropped his backpack off in his locker to avoid having to carry it along. His aunt and uncle had gone to a friend’s wedding in Chicago for the weekend, taking his cousin with them, so he was on his own. And he wasn’t going to spend the weekend studying.

As he walked down the sidewalk, the warm autumn air caressing his face, he decided he had enough time before dark to take the long way through the park. It added an extra half-mile, but he enjoyed the little pocket of nature in the middle of the sea of humanity, getting away from the sounds of the traffic, replacing it with the sounds of wildlife. He hadn’t noticed how dark it was getting until the streetlights started flickering on. Even then, he wasn’t aware enough of his surroundings to see that there were very few people about, and no alarm bells went off when a man stopped him to ask him the time.

The man had been walking towards him, dressed in a tailored, expensive-looking leather jacket, a white button down shirt, and black trousers. There was nothing threatening about him – no tattoos or scars to make Harry shy away. He must have been in his mid to late thirties. Harry had trouble working out how old adults were. His face had an aristocratic look about it, like he was a descendant from a line of kings. He had medium length, blond hair – so blond that it was almost white. It seemed like it would be soft to the touch. He was several inches taller than Harry and looked fit. He moved in a self-assured manner, as if he owned the world. If the man had been closer to Harry’s age, Harry might have found him attractive.

It wasn’t until Harry glanced down at his watch and a hand clamped over his mouth, the feel of steel against his throat, that he’d realized the mistake he’d made in letting the man’s looks deceive him.

“Don’t do anything stupid,” the man said in a low, calm voice. “I’m going to take my hand away from your mouth and place my arm around your waist. The knife will be against your ribs, so any sudden moves and I’ll kill you where you stand. Is that clear?”

Harry nodded his head, and the man slowly took his hand away from Harry’s mouth, wrapping his arm around Harry’s waist and pulling him close in a mock embrace. At the same time, the man moved the knife inside his jacket where passersby couldn’t see it. But Harry could feel the pressure against his ribs.

“Now walk with me, like you’re my boyfriend. Lean against me and smile. We’re going to my car. It’s not far, just up ahead there, parked near the museum.”

Harry was so scared, he could barely force his legs to move, but somehow he managed to make it the short distance to the man’s car. The man forced Harry to get in on the driver’s side and slide over. Harry immediately went for the passenger side door handle but the door wouldn’t open. The childproof locking mechanism must have been enabled!

The man, seeing what Harry had done, grabbed Harry by the hair, yanking his head back, forcing Harry to face him. The knife was back at Harry’s throat.

“I told you to not do anything stupid, didn’t I? Do what I say tonight, and in the morning I’ll let you go. Do anything like that again, and I’ll kill you. Is that clear?”

The man pressed the knife harder into Harry’s throat to emphasize his point. Harry could feel the burn as it sliced painfully into his neck, could feel the wetness of his blood as it dribbled down and soaked into his collar.

“Yes,” was all Harry could get out, barely above a whisper, afraid to move and end up having the knife cut into him deeper than it already had.

The man smiled and took the knife away, but keeping his hand buried in Harry’s hair, pulled Harry into a kiss.

Harry was taken completely off guard. The man bit down on Harry’s lower lip, forcing Harry’s mouth to open. Harry had never been kissed like this before, and certainly never by a man. Through his fright, Harry was surprised to feel himself getting hard in response to the man’s harsh and invading kiss.

The kiss didn’t last long. The man pulled away but continued to keep hold of Harry by his hair. He looked Harry in the eyes for a moment, and then asked, “What’s your name?”

Harry thought about lying, but it would be easy enough for the man to check his ID in his wallet. Harry wasn’t sure how the man would react to a lie, so decided at this point, telling the truth was the smarter choice.

“Harry,” he whispered in reply.

“Harry,” the man echoed back. “That’s a nice name. Tell me, Harry, how old are you?”

Harry swallowed hard. What would this man do when he found out Harry wasn’t of age? But again, it was too easy to check his ID.

“Fourteen.” Harry hated how scared he sounded when he said it, but he wasn’t sure that this man wouldn’t just yank him back out of the car, slit his throat, and leave him to die right there on the sidewalk, now that he knew how young Harry really was.

“Fourteen,” the man echoed again. “Fourteen is such a perfect age. Old enough to know the score, but young enough to still be – innocent.”

The man reached down with his free hand and placed it over Harry’s crotch, pressing his palm down on Harry’s hard cock. “And you are innocent, aren’t you, Harry? That one little kiss made you hard. You enjoyed that, didn’t you?”

Harry closed his eyes, his pulse racing, his breath coming in short, shallow pants. “Please,” Harry begged, “please let me go. I want to go home.”

The man laughed, seeming to enjoy Harry’s fear. “Harry, you’re mine for tonight. Don’t even think about leaving me. If you’re a good boy, you can go home in the morning.” Finally letting go of Harry’s hair, he added, “Now, take off your shirt.”

Harry’s eyes shot open and he gaped at the man, unsure if he’d heard correctly. “What…what did you say?” he stammered.

“You heard me, Harry,” the man said in a threatening tone. “And I don’t like having to repeat myself. Take off your shirt. If you don’t, I will have to do it for you. I will use my knife and cut it off, and you won’t like that at all. Sometimes, my hand can slip….”

Harry looked around to see if anyone from outside the car would see him. Would anyone wonder why he was getting undressed? Would anyone even care? But no one was about. The place where the man had chosen to park was on a side street, in a dimly lit spot between two streetlights. The sun had set, and there was only a hint of redness left in the darkening sky.

Reluctantly, Harry pulled his T-shirt over his head, the cool rush of air on his chest making his nipples begin to harden. He heard the man’s intake of breath. “Oh yes. Very nice, Harry. Such a beautiful, smooth chest.” The man moved his head down, latching onto the closest nipple. Harry had had no idea how sensitive he could be there. He couldn’t suppress a moan, arching slightly back in the seat and subconsciously spreading his legs a bit wider. The man continued to palm Harry’s cock while sucking and biting Harry’s nipple. If the man kept this up, Harry would come in less than a minute.

The man must have sensed Harry’s imminent orgasm, because just as Harry was sure he couldn’t last another second, the man released Harry completely and sat back up in the driver’s seat.

Harry could see the dilated eyes of the man, hear the way the man was breathing; Harry was sure the man had been close to coming too.

“Reach over and open the glove box, Harry,” the man suddenly commanded.

Harry did as he was told, his stomach sinking when he saw a pair of handcuffs lying inside.

“Take them out and give them to me.”

Harry reached in reluctantly, not wanting to touch the horrid pieces of metal, and handed them over to the man.

“Turn towards the door, away from me, and place your hands behind your back.”

Harry was in a panic. The man was going to handcuff him! He’d be totally helpless.

“No, please! Please don’t,” Harry cried, backing as far away from the man as he could get in the confined space of the car.

The man reacted swiftly, backhanding Harry so hard that Harry thought he’d actually blacked out for a second.

“Harry,” the man said angrily. “I do not consider this cooperating. We can do things one of two ways. One way, I will allow you to feel pleasure to go along with the pain I plan for you tonight. The other, you will feel only pain, hours and hours of it, until you beg me to kill you, which I will do. Either way, I will enjoy myself. Now, I won’t warn you again. I am giving you another chance because you are so young and I can tell that you have never done this before. Do as I say if you want to live to see the morning.”

A stray tear made its way down Harry’s face, and he tasted blood on his lip where it had split open. Harry was defeated. He didn’t believe that this man would let him go in the morning. How could he? Harry had seen his face, could identify him. From the man’s behavior and threats, Harry was sure that the man had killed before.

Slowly, licking the blood off his lip, Harry turned around, leaned his forehead against the window of the door and placed his hands behind his back. He felt the warmth of the man’s hands as he held Harry’s wrists, then the coldness of the steel as the man clicked the handcuffs into place, chaining his hands together. More tears fell silently as Harry sank into despair.

The man pulled Harry back to him so that Harry was leaning against the man’s chest. The man patted Harry’s hair, all the while making little shushing sounds. “It’s all right, Harry. Everything will be fine. You’re okay now. It isn’t that bad, is it?”

Harry calmed down after a few more moments, thinking that under different circumstances, being held like this wouldn’t be so bad.

“Okay, Harry, now that that’s taken care of, we’re going for a little drive. What I want you to do is to lie down on the seat, on your side, facing the dash, and put your head in my lap.”

Harry didn’t protest this time. He just did as he was told. It was as if all his strength had left him in his tears.

The car was a midsize car, and Harry was short for his age, only 5’4”, so there was plenty of room for him to lie down. Once he was situated, the man started up the car, pulled out of the parking space, and began to drive.

With his head positioned in the man’s lap, Harry couldn’t tell where they were going. They seemed to be in traffic for a while, then their speed picked up and Harry could see by looking up a bit through the windshield, the unmistakable green of highway directional signs flashing by overhead.

A few minutes after they’d been traveling on the highway, the man said, “Spread your legs open for me, Harry.”

Harry shut his eyes and gritted his teeth, trying to close his mind off from what his body was having to do. He tentatively lifted his top leg up and let it rest against the back of the seat. The man reached over and unbuttoned Harry’s jeans, then pulled down the zip. The man’s fingers ghosted over Harry’s bare abdomen, then pushed under the elastic of his pants, caressing Harry’s cock and balls. The man’s touch was soft and warm, massaging and rolling Harry’s balls around, then grasping Harry’s cock. Harry felt the tears welling up again, humiliated by how wonderful the man’s hand was making him feel.

The hand moved on Harry’s cock, working up and down, over and around the head, digging a finger nail into the slit and smearing the precome. “You’re such a pretty thing, Harry. You make people think you’re innocent, but look at how hard you are. You’re dripping with desire. You really are a little slut, aren’t you, Harry? You use those doe-like eyes to seduce your prey, luring them into thinking you’ve never done anything like this before, when really all you want is to be fucked. That’s what you live for, isn’t it? To have a man’s cock up your arse or down your throat? That’s why you were in the park tonight, wasn’t it? Searching for prey, looking for someone to take you home and fuck you.”

Harry was crying openly now. He tried to tune out what the man was saying, but he couldn't ignore how turned on it made him. The tone of the man's voice was so sensual, sweet like honey, having a hint of a British accent. Harry had fantasized about sex with other boys, but never with an older man, never with someone like this man, but the way the man was making him feel right now was better than anything he'd been able to do to himself. Harry hated himself, hated the horrible things the man was saying, hated that he was going to come….

With a shout, white hot strands pulsed into the man's hand and onto the seat of the car. Harry's orgasm seemed to go on forever, the man continuing to milk Harry of every bit of come until Harry thought he would die from the intensity of the sensation.

“Please, no more,” Harry begged when the touch began to hurt.

The man took pity on Harry and removed his hand from Harry’s cock. He placed his hand to Harry’s mouth though, and said, “You need to clean up the mess you made on my hand, Harry. Lick everything off, nice and clean.”

Harry was mortified! He couldn’t believe the man was going to make him lick his come off, but Harry was afraid to protest. He had already pushed his luck with this man, and one more time of appearing to be uncooperative, would probably get Harry killed. Was tasting his come so bad in comparison to losing his life?

Harry slowly opened his mouth and, sticking his tongue out, began to lick the man’s fingers. At first Harry thought he would gag from the taste, but then the feeling passed and Harry tried to work as fast as possible. Harry could hear the man’s breathing quicken as he took the fingers into his mouth, one at a time, sucking each one clean.

They drove for another ten minutes on the highway after that, then exited and drove for another five minutes. Harry could see the time displayed on the stereo in the dash. It was only 8:30.

They were no longer in the city. It was completely dark, and Harry could see the canopy of trees through the windshield when they came to a stop.

“We’re here, Harry – my home. I want you to know that we are completely alone. There is no one living nearby. Even if you manage to get away, you won’t get far. I’ll hunt you down and make your death slow and painful. Now, before we go in, I’m going to blindfold you. The blindfold will remain on during the rest of your stay here.”

~*~

Harry couldn’t tell if the room was dark or not because of the blindfold. He couldn’t take the blindfold off with his hands because his wrists were now bound to his ankles. His legs were bent at the knees and kept apart by some type of bar. He was lying on a bed, on his back. A strip of leather was wrapped around his neck, the end of which was tied off somewhere at the head of the bed, keeping him secured. He’d tried to see if he could turn his head back and forth on the bed and work the blindfold loose, but it was on too tight.

He was cold and he was scared. He just wanted to go home.

Home – he wondered if he would ever see home again. He tried not to think about it too much. He needed to stay focused, to keep his wits about him in dealing with this man.

The man had left Harry alone right now because he’d gotten a call on his mobile and didn’t want to speak in front of Harry. He’d been gone for at least fifteen minutes, and in that time, Harry had come to a decision. Harry would do whatever was necessary to make it through the rest of the night, alive, and if that meant playing the child whore in this man’s fucked up fantasies, then that’s what he would do. Harry might be trapped, bound to the bed, weakened and helpless, but that didn’t mean he was powerless. He’d made it this far, and there couldn’t be that much more time left until the morning.

The man had not yet fucked Harry, but had promised that when he returned from his call, that was exactly what he planned on doing next. Harry didn’t want to dwell on it, knowing full well that it was going to be more painful than anything the man had done to him so far tonight.

But the pain wasn’t going to be all physical. Part of what hurt Harry was the fact that this man was going to take something from him tonight that he didn’t want to give up yet – his virginity. In all of Harry’s fantasies, having his first sexual encounter be with a sadistic kidnapper was never something he had imagined.

Harry thought back to what had been done to him so far, barely able to believe that he’d survived to this point without falling completely apart. It was true that he’d broken down several times, but the man seemed to know exactly how far he could push Harry and when to pull back, when to change from abusive and violent to compassionate and comforting.

After the man had blindfolded Harry in the car, they’d gotten out. But before the man led Harry into his house, the man had removed the rest of Harry’s clothes - shoes, socks, jeans, and pants - until Harry stood in the cool night air, completely naked and exposed. Harry was glad then, for the blindfold. He didn’t have to look at the man’s face as he kissed Harry again, trapping Harry against the car with his body. It was a strange sensation, the cold metal of the car behind him, the roughness of the man’s clothes in front. The man seemed obsessed with Harry’s hair, weaving his fingers through it and using it to pull Harry’s head back so that he could plant kisses everywhere along Harry’s neck, biting, sucking, and marking Harry as his. Harry was at a loss to understand why something that hurt as much as this man’s bites did, could also make his heart race and his cock twitch with need.

Once the man had finished with Harry’s neck, he began attacking Harry’s nipples. The man used his fingers to pinch and pull, laughing at Harry’s moans of pleasure. But then the man had taken some type of sharp metal clip and placed one on each of Harry’s nipples. The pain was horrible, like dozens of needles being inserted into his skin, and the tears came flooding back, soaked up by the blindfold.

“It’s okay, Harry,” the man had said. “Give yourself a few minutes to adjust. It hurts now because you’re not used to it, but your nipples will become numb and then it won’t hurt so badly. I wish you could see yourself, how pretty you look, decorated like this. And the little drops of blood contrast so well against your pale skin.”

The man had been right. His nipples still throbbed but after a few minutes, the initial sharp pain had dissipated. It was only after Harry felt a tug on his nipples that he understood that the clamps were chained together, and the man had attached some type of leash onto the chain. He used it to guide Harry into the house. All the while they walked, Harry was terrified that he’d fall and trip, yanking the clamps off and tearing his nipples.

They’d made it without incident to a large room. At least Harry thought that it was large, based on the way the man’s shoes echoed on the floor as he walked. Harry was led over to a soft bed, the handcuffs were removed, and the man had Harry lie down on his back. The man attached a type of leather collar around Harry’s neck, then tied a leash from the ring on the collar to some place on the bed so that Harry couldn’t get up. He then had Harry bend his knees and place his feet on the bed, as close to his arse as he could get them, and bound Harry’s wrists to his ankles. He kept Harry’s legs apart with some type of metal bar that had leather cuffs on the end that wrapped around Harry’s ankles.

Harry was totally helpless, his genitals exposed and open for the man to do with as he pleased.

Harry lost track of time after that. He’d never known such pain. The man had said earlier that if Harry behaved, he’d allow Harry pleasure too, but so far the man had not kept his word. If Harry could have spoken, he was sure he would have begged to die at some point during the night, but the man had strapped some type of gag on Harry’s mouth, and Harry could do nothing but moan pitifully, drool running out from around the large ball that was part of the gag.

After gagging him, the man had taken a thin, leather tie and wrapped it tightly around Harry’s cock and balls. He said he didn’t want Harry to come again without permission, like he had in the car. As if Harry had wanted to come in the first place!

After his cock and balls were restrained, the man had gone to work on Harry’s arse. He said Harry was too tight for him to fuck right away, so he had to loosen Harry up first. One finger had been uncomfortable, two had started to hurt, but by the time the man had inserted three of his fingers into Harry’s hole, the blindfold was wet again with Harry’s tears. But that was nothing compared to the thing the man stuck inside him next. It felt huge, and Harry's stomach tightened and cramped as the man pushed the thick object inside of his body, stretching Harry's hole wider than he'd thought possible.

When the man had finished, Harry’s arse was full, his nipples were throbbing, he couldn’t speak, he couldn’t see. Harry was miserable. But then the man touched something on the object in Harry’s arse, and it started to vibrate, sending shock waves through Harry’s body.

The way it made Harry feel as it vibrated inside of him told him exactly why the man had bound Harry’s cock and balls to keep him from coming. The sensation was overwhelming. He never had felt anything so pleasurable, so intense. He couldn’t stop himself as his hips moved in small, upward thrusts. If he could have talked, he would be begging the man to touch him.

Harry was ashamed by his wanton behavior. Everything hurt so much, but at the same time, he found that he liked it too. Now Harry was crying tears of another kind. These were tears of frustration.

Harry felt the bed move and the man sat down next to him. The man ran his fingers through Harry’s hair, now damp with sweat, while with the other hand, he played with the clamps on Harry’s nipples.

“You like the way that makes you feel, don’t you, Harry? The way it tickles a place deep inside you? Imagine how much better that will feel when I take it out, and then replace it with my cock. I’m going to fuck you all night long, taking that beautiful arse again and again. And if you please me, I may let you come too."

The metal teeth of the clamps dug into Harry’s pain-filled nipples, and with every twist of the man’s fingers, Harry’s hips bucked up, his cock aching to be touched. The man laughed each time he did it. “What a responsive little whore you are! So you like the pain after all, do you? I thought you’d be the type to get off on it. But I’m going to have to leave you here for a while. That plug needs to spend some time in that tight sweet arse of yours before I can have my turn. I don’t want you to bleed too much, after all. But there’s one thing I need to do before I go. I want you to be thinking of me, and only me, while I’m gone. This will make sure that you do.”

Harry felt the man get up off the bed and heard his footsteps as he walked away. He could hear a drawer being opened and closed, then the man's footsteps again as he returned. Harry started when he felt the man grab hold of the bar between his ankles and lift up, forcing Harry's knees to his chest and his arse up in the air. The man used his free hand to roam over Harry's arse cheeks, first over one, then the other, moving between them and giving the plug a twist.

“So pretty and smooth. Just like a little baby’s. But much too pale for my liking.”

Harry didn’t know what to make of the man’s words, but then he heard something swish through the air and he knew what the man was going to do, a fraction of a second before he felt the sting of the first strike.

Even through the gag, Harry’s scream was loud. The next strike came quickly, harder than the first, followed by another, and another, until the man had struck him ten times across his arse and thighs. Harry’s arse was burning with welts, and he’d broken out in a cold sweat. Harry fought as hard as he could to pull his legs down and to protect himself, but the man was too strong and held the bar tightly. The worst of it wasn’t the heat from the beating; it was the pain in his cock from being denied his release, a need that had only increased with each strike the man laid down. Harry could no longer tell the difference between what hurt and what didn’t.

The man slowly lowered Harry’s legs back to the bed, and even though the cover on the bed was soft, it felt like sandpaper being rubbed against Harry’s redden and bruised arse.

“This color is so much better; I love this shade of pink, and the welts add the perfect touch. Don’t you agree, Harry?” the man asked, taking a finger and tracing over one of the painful marks.

Harry could only nod his head in reply. At that moment, he truly wished the man would carry out his threat and kill him. He simply couldn’t imagine being left here, the plug vibrating in his arse, yet unable to come…. He wanted this torture to end!

After what seemed like an eternity, but which could only have been half an hour, the man had returned. Harry was drenched in sweat, and he’d been falling in and out of unconsciousness in his attempt to block out the searing pain in his groin. Harry couldn’t help but feel pathetic at his relief that the man was finally back, was finally going to fuck him, and would finally, hopefully, allow him to come!

The man immediately switched off the vibrator, telling Harry what a good boy he’d been for not coming. Slowly, carefully, the man pulled the plug from Harry’s arse. As much as Harry hated having it inside of him, he felt suddenly empty at its removal.

Before the man could continue, his mobile had rung and he’d left to take the call in another room. Harry was alone again, but at least the stimulation had stopped. Harry took several deep breaths, and lay there, thinking. Waiting.

~*~

Harry must have fallen asleep because he hadn’t heard the man’s return, and was startled when the man sat down on the bed and began to comb his fingers through Harry’s hair.

“Well, Harry, there will be no more interruptions now. The mobile is turned off, and in the other room, in case you get it into your head to try and make a call. I know you’ve been waiting for this all night. I’m going to make this good for you, Harry. I won’t lie to you – it’s going to hurt, being that it’s your first time, but do as I say and you’ll be just fine. The key is remembering to relax. Your natural reaction will be to tense up, to clench your muscles as you try to keep me out, but that will only make it hurt more. Of course, it’s up to you how much pain you want.”

The man’s hand left Harry’s hair, then lifted his head up and unlatched the buckle that had held the gag in place. Harry groaned in relief as the round ball was removed from his mouth, moving his tongue over his dry lips, working his jaw open and closed to try and get some feeling back.

“I’m warning you right now, don’t even think of trying to bite me. I won’t hesitate to pull every single one of your teeth out if you do. Is that clear?”

“I won’t bite. I promise.” Harry hesitated, then added, “Can I please have some water?” He wasn’t sure what the man’s reaction would be to his request, and he braced himself for being struck if he’d made the man angry.

The man didn’t say anything, but Harry felt him leave the bed, and a moment later, something was placed at his lips: a straw.

“Here, Harry. Take a few sips, but don’t drink too much. It may make you sick later if you do.”

The water was cool, and it tasted so good. If Harry hadn’t been so afraid, he was sure he’d be hungry too. He hadn’t had anything to eat or drink since lunchtime, and that had to have been a good twelve hours ago.

The man didn’t wait for Harry to finish, and pulled the straw away in mid-sip, some of the water dribbling down Harry’s chin. The man took his thumb and wiped the water away, then traced down Harry’s neck, across his breastbone, and over the nipple clamps. The man continued to move his hand down, over Harry’s abdomen, avoiding Harry’s cock, then along Harry’s inner thighs, until he reached Harry’s feet. The man untied Harry’s wrists and unbound the leather cuffs from around Harry’s ankles, taking away the metal bar that had been keeping Harry’s legs spread apart. Harry couldn’t keep himself from stretching his legs, trying to work the soreness out that was a result of his body being forced into the same position for so long. He reached up, touching the iron of the headboard and rolled his shoulder blades, working out the stiffness there too.

“Harry, I don’t want you to move,” the man commanded, and Harry realized the man had to have been watching him as he’d stretched cat-like on the bed, working out the soreness in his muscles. “Keep your hands exactly where they are.” A moment later, the cold metal of the handcuffs was back around Harry’s wrists, threaded through the iron bars of the headboard, and with two clicks, Harry was bound and helpless again!

“That’s perfect, Harry. You make such a pretty picture, splayed out, waiting to be taken. I should commission an artist to paint you, just like this. You radiate innocence, and I can taste your fear. Are you ready, Harry? I think I’ve waited long enough.”

Harry felt the bed dip under the man’s weight, and as much as he wanted to scream, to shout no, he wasn’t ready, he gritted his teeth and kept silent. Harry told himself he could do this. He would do everything the man told him to do. He wouldn’t give the man any reason to kill him, although Harry wasn’t naive enough to think that the man needed a reason to do anything.

The man placed Harry’s legs up onto his shoulders, positioning himself so that his cock was just barely pressing up against Harry’s anus, teasing Harry with what he was about to do. As soon as Harry felt it, he began struggling frantically against his bonds and kicking at the man, but the man held Harry firmly. Harry’s struggle didn’t last long, weakened as he was from all the physical and mental torture of the night. Finally exhausted, Harry lay panting on the bed, despair coursing through his veins.

“Please, sir, please don’t do this,” Harry said, barely above a whisper. He knew it was no use, though. Harry’s pleas would only spur the man on.

“Oh, my pretty boy…my pretty Harry…I’ve waited all night for this. Now you will finally be mine.”

Slowly, the man pushed the head of his cock in through Harry’s ring of muscle, Harry’s soft sobs filling the room as his entrance was breached, his virginity stolen. The man thrust forward again, pausing this time about halfway in, Harry’s anus stretching hotly around the man’s cock. One last thrust and the man was in all the way. Harry could feel the man’s balls up against his arse.

“You’re mine now, pretty boy – all mine,” the man purred.

Harry’s arse was on fire; he felt nauseous, overcome by the pain and feeling of fullness created by the man’s cock impaling him.

“Please. Please take it out. It hurts….”

“Only for a little while. It’s nothing you can’t handle. Relax and you’ll be fine. You’re such a good boy, Harry. You should see how beautiful you look, how gorgeous and red your hole looks wrapped around my cock. You’re tight little hole is just sucking me inside of you. It doesn’t want to let me go. It’s such an incredible feeling, Harry. And it’s only going to get better.”

The man slowly pulled out, little by little, until all that was left inside Harry was the tip. For a long moment, the man didn’t move, but then in one swift motion, he roughly thrust back into Harry all the way to the hilt. Harry arched his back and cried out.

“Such a little slut, aren’t you, Harry? Look at you. You’re still rock hard, dripping everywhere. You want this, don’t you? You want me to fuck you. That’s why you picked me up in the park, isn’t it, to get me alone so we could do this.”

“No,” Harry denied, “no, I was just walking home. I don’t want this. Please, please stop…”

“You’re lying Harry. I know you don’t really want me to stop. I’m going to fuck you all night, I’m going to fuck you so hard, you’ll have to crawl out of here on your hands and knees because you won’t be able to stand.”

Harry couldn’t suppress his trembling at the man’s words, and braced himself for the next thrust.

Except, instead of the pounding he expected, the man began moving with a slow, steady rhythm that, although wasn’t comfortable, certainly wasn’t intolerable. The man’s thrusting became faster, more frantic and intense, but instead of hurting, it made Harry feel like he was flying. Harry began to meet the man’s thrusts, bucking his hips up each time the man bore down.

Then the man moved his hand to Harry’s cock, and Harry cried out again. The sensation was too much. Harry needed to come so badly, and the man’s touch only exasperated Harry’s frustration and pain.

In a chastising tone, the man asked, “Do you want to come, Harry? You just said you didn’t want this. Which is it going to be? You need to tell me, let me know if this is what you want. Tell me you want me to fuck you, tell me that you want to come, Harry, and I might let you. Tell me what you want….”

The pressure of the man’s hand around his cock was unbearable, surrounding him in warm, moist friction. Harry couldn’t stand it any longer. “Yes! Please, I want to come. I want you to fuck me. Please, please let me come. It hurts so bad, I need to come…”

Harry barely registered the feel of the leather bindings as the man loosened them from around his cock and balls, but he didn’t miss the man’s words, or fail to obey them.

“So perfect, so tight…come, Harry, come for me now, be my good boy and come.”

At the exact same moment, the man removed both nipple clamps. The sudden rush of blood returning to Harry's abused nipples caused him to gasp, and the shock sent waves of pain coursing through his body. Harry's world exploded. He came hard, white and sticky onto his stomach and into the man's hand. It seemed unending, his body writhing wantonly in ecstasy, his anus clenching around the man's cock. Harry felt a wet flow of warmth coating his insides as the man stiffened and came at the same time.

~*~

The man held Harry while Harry slept, waking him after an hour to fuck him again. This time, he positioned Harry face down, taking him from behind. He took Harry another two times before their night ended, each time forcing Harry to beg – beg to be fucked, beg for release. Harry was surprised at the man’s stamina. He didn’t think that older men could recover so quickly, but Harry should have known by now that this was no ordinary man.

Even though the man had said Harry would remain blindfolded his entire time in the man’s home, the man had removed it after their first time fucking. Harry had been scared at first that it meant the man was ready to kill him, but the man had said that he wanted to see Harry’s eyes, nothing more.

Harry had done everything the man told him, and the man had kept his promise. He let Harry go in the morning, driving him back to the city. He’d had to lie back down on the seat, head in the man’s lap, but at least this time the man didn’t fondle him.

They’d parked back near the museum. It was early Saturday, with only a few joggers about. The man had insisted on buying Harry breakfast, and Harry was simply too tired to protest. They were sitting in a nearby coffee shop, the man drinking an Espresso Macchiato. Harry had chosen Hazelnut Hot Chocolate.

The air was crisp and cool. Harry hadn’t brought a jacket with him to school the day before, and the T-shirt he’d been wearing had bloodstains on the collar from the cut on his neck. The man had given Harry a new T-shirt to wear, and a second, long sleeved shirt to go over it to keep him warm. Harry planned on waiting for the bus to take him the rest of the way to his house. The man had offered to drive him there, but Harry didn’t want the man to know where he lived. And as sore as his arse was from the night's events, Harry knew there was no way he could walk the distance from the park. It seemed that the man wasn’t ready to let Harry go just yet, so had used the excuse of breakfast to keep Harry around a while longer.

“I don’t understand how you can take the chance of being seen with me,” Harry had commented. “Aren’t you afraid I’ll go to the police, that someone will be able to identify you, remember seeing us together? How do you know my mum and dad haven’t called the police already? The police could be looking for me right now.” Harry’s mum and dad were both dead, but the man didn’t have to know that.

The man had just smiled, but not in a kind way. He had a cold and calculating look in his eyes. “I have connections. If there were a missing person's report out on you, I’d know about it. There isn’t. Even if your mum and dad have called the police, which they haven’t, nothing would be done for another day. The police will assume that you had a fight with your parents, or girlfriend, or had a bad day at school, and that you ran away. You can go to the police yourself, Harry, even show them your bruises and cuts, but they won’t believe you. Even if I gave you my name, told you where I live, they’d never believe you. And if you did manage to get someone to listen, to get someone to try and arrest me, I’d never be charged. You’d be wasting your time, and in the end, you’d look like a lonely teenaged schoolboy seeking attention. Don’t try and go up against me on this. Accidents happen all the time. I can cause one to happen to you if you try and make any trouble.”

Harry was angry. Why was this man so smug about it? Why did this man act like he could just pick anyone up off the street and rape them, threaten to kill them, and then not worry about the consequences? “You’ll be caught, one day. Someone will tell, someone will be believed, and then you’ll be sent to jail. I just hope I’m there to see it when it happens.”

“Harry, Harry,” the man chided. “For a fourteen-year-old, you are such a child. But of course, that is why I like you so much, because of your sweet innocence. There are many things about the real world that you know nothing about. Don’t try and fight a battle that you cannot win. Do you know what diplomatic immunity is?”

Harry paled. It was clear to him now. Whoever this man was, he must have diplomatic immunity. Harry knew all about it, from researching his paper. No wonder the man didn’t worry about consequences. If one of his victims was ever believed, all that would probably happen is that he’d be expelled from the country.

Harry stood up; he just wanted to get away from this man, to get home, to forget about everything that had happened last night, knowing that he never would. “Can I go home now? Or is there something else you still plan on doing to me?” Harry asked petulantly.

The man stood up too, pulling Harry towards him, taking Harry’s mouth in a final, parting kiss. Harry didn’t fight it, doing his best to ignore how the kiss was beginning to make him feel.

“Thank you for a lovely night, Harry. I had a wonderful time. I know that you enjoyed it too, no matter how much you’ll try and convince yourself that you didn’t. I go walking in the park quite often in the late evenings, if you ever want to see me again.”

Harry couldn’t believe this man! Harry would never go back to that park as long as he lived.

The man turned to leave, but before he took more than a step, Harry called for him to wait. “Can I ask you one thing, before you go?”

The man looked at Harry, amused. It was as if he knew what Harry was going to ask. “Of course, Harry, you can ask. That doesn’t mean I’m going to answer.”

Swallowing hard, Harry looked him straight in the eye, and asked, “What’s your name?”

Now the smile that lit the man’s face was genuine. “Why, Harry, I thought you’d never get around to asking. I can’t begin to tell you how pleased I am that you’d care enough about me to want to know. It’s Lucius.”

Harry paused, thinking a moment over everything Lucius had said, everything Lucius had done. Harry should probably just let it go, but he couldn’t help himself. He couldn’t help but wonder if Lucius had meant everything he’d said, or had he really just been trying to frighten Harry into submission. “Would you really have killed me?” Harry asked.

“Now, Harry. That’s two questions. You only asked me to answer one.”

And with that, Lucius turned and walked towards his car. Harry stood where he was, watching, until Lucius disappeared from sight.