Adam groaned as he heard the racket going on in the backyard. Prentiss was noisily playing, even though he'd spoken to the woman who owned the house (he rented a room from the woman and paid as well for her to make him breakfasts and suppers, he bought lunches from various fast-food places) and asked her to have him please play quietly or go to the park that was only a block away to play his noisy games. Prentiss was a boisterous, blond-haired, blue-eyed kid with an outgoing personality who never met a person he didn't consider a friend he hadn't met yet, and never spoke below a shout. Plenty of such children lived in the suburbs where he had rented the room, but why, oh, why did he have to share the house with one of them?
Darn it, he couldn't go complain to Mrs. Jackson again, he had done that so often it was like a broken record. She did try, she did, but Prentiss was just more than she was up to handling. The kid needed someone to bend him over their knee and deliver some rough justice to his hind end, is what he needed. But someone like Adam couldn't do that!
Adam moaned, he had been put onto night shift, and he had to sleep during the day, damn it. He turned over in his bed, hard to sleep during the hotter days, the house's air conditioning couldn't get into his room much with the door closed. He had a fan and the window opened, but that wasn't much of a much. And it opened onto the back yard where Prentiss seemed to be playing "Indians scalping the white settlers" from all he could tell.
He had given up even putting a sheet over himself or wearing even a pair of briefs, he had gone full-on naked for his slumber, and counted on the fan and the curtains hiding his nakedness from the family. Any who cared to peer into the window could see him, but Mrs. Jackson was a decent woman and Prentiss was a little boy of about seven, maybe. Noisy, messy, a trouble-maker, but not a real danger to anyone but his sanity at times like now.
Mrs. Jackson hollered at Prentiss to "take it to the park, Mr. Dodson has to sleep, you know he works nights. Now either go to the park or find something quiet to do, now!"
Thank God, now maybe he could sleep. Adam stretched out his long, athletic frame and tried again to sleep. In this pose, he made an imposing figure, his hair was a gorgeously lustrous shade of dark brown, his eyes (closed now) were brown with flecks of green (hazel), his face was the handsome mug that movie studios love to have grace the big screen, his body was the sort that the sculptors love to ask to pose naked so that they can capture that beautiful, almost leonine frame for future generations. His muscles were well-made but not overlarge, they enhanced rather than overcame his framework, his biceps when flexed made not-too-large oranges, his pectorals were substantial but not overbearing, his abdominals were taut and flat but didn't bulge, his waist was slim but not waspish, overall a hunky but not "Hulkish" guy who could smile and melt your heart, but mostly just blended into the background unless something about him caught your eye in the movies.
Things were quiet enough, what with the fan providing "white noise" with its incessant drone to drown out the smaller sounds, that he did fall sound asleep, the fan wind making him feel like little fingers were creeping all over him but he had gotten used to that with the hot days....
A wet dream had him stirring, bemused, it was so vivid, he was a captive on a pirate ship, tied to the mast and a big, ugly grinning pirate had walked over and said that he was going to make Adam talk one way or another and proceeded to grab hold of his cock and begin to play with it, and his cock stretched out longer and longer and longer, until it was massively long and the length began to be too much and the inner spongy material gave way and the cock shaft grew thinner and thinner in the middle like a sausage that had been eaten out from within and the skin stretched out and broke apart into two parts, the bigger part of it went away in the pirate's laughing hand and he was left with only a short, bloodless nub and he screamed....
And woke up. Tried to sit up and found his arms were tied at two points to the bedposts at the top of the bed, and his feet were similarly tied to the two foot bedposts, he was left spreadeagled like a prisoner about to be put to the rack. "What the hell?" he barked.
He heard an all-too-familiar giggle to his left and he turned his head to see... "Prentiss. What have you done this time!"
"Taken you prisoner!" Prentiss declared and Adam realized that his was the voice of the pirate.
He looked down and saw that he had an erection, his cock was stiff as a board, all nine inches of it. "Have you been playing with my dong?" he demanded.
"A little!" Prentiss said. "You got a stiffie and I got hold of it and you moaned so I let go."
Adam groaned. What was this monster up to now? "Does your mother know you're in here messing with me?"
"She thinks I'm next door playing a game of Monopoly with the neighbor kids. She's visiting with Mrs. Sanders and thinks I'm in the living room. I'm not, I sneaked over here instead." Prentiss confided. "I don't like to play Monopoly with the Sanders girls. They're no fun."
"She'd better not come back and catch you. Now let me go," Adam demanded.
"Huh-uh, you're my prisoner and now I'm going to play with you." Prentiss declared. "Now you're awake it'll be a lot more fun." He gripped Adam's prong again and began to jack on it. "I did this with Harlan and Theo once, but yours is a lot bigger. I bet it'll be a lot more fun for me!" He was going at it really fast and Adam couldn't help but be turned on. Working days with people all around, it was hard to find the courage and privacy to jack your meat. He hadn't done it in several days and his boner was relishing this opportunity of just him and this boy. The ropes that had bound him played a part too, this wasn't his fault, he wasn't coercing this kid, the kid was a real menace to the neighborhood, always getting into trouble, he didn't tell the kid to come in and start beating his meat, nobody could blame him...right? Right? Right?
He had his head up to see what was happening downstairs and now he laid it back and moaned with his eyes closed again, letting himself get into the situation. He was a helpless prisoner of a seven-year-old mischievous boy that wanted to pound his pecker, well, go ahead you brat, pound it good. "Mmmmmmmm, ahhhhhhhhhhhhh, mmmmmmmmm!" he groaned.
"You like this, don't you?" Prentiss grinned. "Yeah, Harold and Theo liked it, when I did their weiners that night. Theo even tried playing with mine but he didn't do a very good job of it, I do a much better job of it, don't I?"
"Mmmmmmm, yeahhhhhhhhh!" Adam moaned. "You do a really good job jerking my cock, Prentiss, keep doing it and try to do it even faster, okay?"
"You bet, Adam!" Prentiss began to really pound hard on his prong and Adam moaned even more. "Ahhhhh, ohhhhh, ahhhh, uhhhh, ohhhh, uhhhh, ahhhh, uuuhhhh, ohhhhh, uhhhhh, ahhhhh!" he gasped out. "Oh, that's good, that's so good."
"Yeah, I do this really good, don't I?" Prentiss declared.
"You're a real champ at it, Prentiss," Adam said. Did he dare to ask? Maybe. "Just one thing I need to ask you, though. Whatever you do, don't take my dick into your mouth and suck on it like that, please. You do that, and I may not be able to control myself. Just use your hand, okay, use nothing but your hand." Cross his fingers and hope that the impish nature would take hold and....
"You don't want me to do that, huh? Well, let's see what happens when I do, huh?" Prentiss declared. "Nobody gets to tell me what to do, nobody!"
"Oh, please, no, don't do it, please, please!" Adam begged, as his cock throbbed in anticipation. "If you use your lips and keep plenty of saliva in your mouth as you do it, I won't be able to resist you, please, it's too mean of a thing to do to anyone!"
Prentiss chuckled meanly and gripping Adam's cock, dove onto the top like an eagle onto its prey. He had the saliva and he had the lips tight and firm as he held onto the shaft and pulled upwards. He was determined to make Adam suffer as he worked the prod. It was Prentiss' mission in life.
Adam groaned and gasped, "Ohhhhh, nooooo, oh, mercy, please, you have to stop, please stop, oh, mercy, no more, no more, you don't understand, if you keep doing this, ohhhhh, the misery, ohhhhh I'm going to be in so much trouble, please, you can't do this to me, you can't!" And the kid fiendishly kept on sucking away, rapidly getting better and better at his mission.
Adam was in a misery all right, his cock was screaming at him in the sheer raw joy of having a blowjob after so long a period of no sex at all, he hadn't gotten laid since, wow, who could remember! Since his high school days, before he set out on his own and had no money and no time to go out and try to be laid, his time all spent working and scraping by and scrounging, and living on peanut butter sandwiches in a hotel room you rented by the month, what kind of life was that, the only women there were sort of "yeesh." This suburban home was a step up even if it did require him to ride a bus over forty-five minutes to get to work and an hour to get back in the morning, it was better, and he could still save money, but no sex, none at all until Prentiss the Menace came along and decided to torment him.
"Oh, oh, ohhhhh, I'm lost, I'm lost now!' he moaned. "Please, Prentiss, have some mercy, take care of me now that you have done this, you have to take care of me, you have done it, it's all your fault! Guhhhh-huhhhh-uhhhhh-uhhhhh-huhhhh-huhhhhh!"
"Huh?" Prentiss kept on sucking but he was confused.
"HUHHHHH-HUHHHHH-UHHHHH-UHHHHH!" Adam groaned out. "OHHHHHH, ALL YOUR FAULT NOW, AHHHHHHHH-HAHHHHHH, AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
His climax struck and gushed into Prentiss' mouth and he jerked back from the unsought flood and the come struck him and splattered the boy on his face, his forehead, his eyes, his cheeks, his neck, and his left ear.
"Ack, ugh, oohhh, ohhhh!" Prentiss yelped in disgust.
"Ahhhhh, ohhhhh, ahhhhhh, ahhhhhh, ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Adam settled down, his orgasm deflated and declining.
"Yuck, ughhhhh, ohhhhh!" Prentiss griped, as he wiped the come off his face with a piece of the bedsheet Adam didn't use. "What was all that stuff?"
"It's called semen, or come, or goo, or spunk, or spooge, or other words," Adam panted wearily. "It's what happens when a man gets too worked up. If you milk it out of a man like that, and he squirts it out, then he's fixated on you and you have to keep on coming back and having sex with him all the time after that." A huge lie of course, but Prentiss was a total pill and deserved everything he got!
"I have to keep on doing this?" Prentiss said, astonished.
"Yep. I've imprinted on you, like a baby duck does with its mother. If you don't keep coming back, I'll just wither away and die, you see. You wouldn't want that, would you?"
"Well, no."
"So, you come back, say, later tonight and we'll do it again and that'll keep me alive and well, okay?" Adam told him. "Now, how about you untie me, you won't have to tie me up again to do things like you did to me anymore."
"All right," Prentiss seemed disinclined to believe him but didn't argue, he untied Adam and let him go.
Adam didn't have to work that night but found it impossible to sleep nights he had off. So after Mrs. Jackson went to bed, he waited to see if Prentiss showed up.
Prentiss did and Adam was waiting, naked, for him to do so. "Come on in, Prentiss and take off all your clothes. I want you to get comfortable, now that we are a pair." Adam told him with a big smile.
"Gee, I don't know," Prentiss said.
"Come on, I'm a nice guy, I'll treat you right."
Naked, Prentiss timidly got onto the bed and Adam got him lying down on his back and proceeded to slide down and take the little pecker into his lips and give the boy a blowjob of his own. Prentiss was surprised, then pleased and he gasped and grunted and moaned and writhed and quivered and when he hit his young orgasm, he didn't squirt out anything but shook like a mad thing, crying out, "Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh!"
Done, Adam wiped his lips and then moved up to Prentiss' face and said, "Now how do you feel?"
"Amazing. Am I now im-print-tud on you?"
"Imprinted. Do you feel imprinted? Like you want me to do that again and again and again over and over forever and ever?"
"Uh-huh."
"Then you're imprinted."
"Good." Prentiss moved down to grab Adam's cock and began to slurp anew on his prong. Adam laid back and sighed. He'd have to work up to it, but he'd be fucking Prentiss by fall.
You can't give up on the bad children. You just have to employ a bit of psychology and they'll come around every time. Inside every bad kid is a hot cocksucker just begging to get out.
THE END
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