Part 2! Part 3 will be the last one, and also come quicker. I meant to attach it to part one, but this is basically the closest to how I picture Ryan <3




Alana led Ryan through the door, into the back room of the offices. She was gentle and friendly, but firm, Ryan definitely got the impression that if he tried to run, she would do something about it. She had him by a foot, and was very athletic next to his delicate little build, it wouldn’t be an issue for her. Alana knew he was thinking about it and hoped the kid wouldn’t run. She would have to make this worse for him…..and it would ruin her little treat.


Ryan blinked as Alana led him into a much darker room. There were candles and a mattress and a few odd tables and things Ryan wasn’t quite sure about, including what looked like a crate with instructions to assemble a guillotine on the side. He did see the noose dangling near the back of the room and felt a chill, but the rest of the room was so different from what he had expected that he was distracted. He had expected bright lights and white walls and a room bare except for the rope. He came to a stop, was that….soft jazz music? Alana winked and walked away, back to the door “You two have fun” she called over her shoulder, leaving Ryan very confused. He opened his mouth to ask, and heard someone behind him. He turned and saw Frank stepping out from behind the guillotine crate “Hey little buddy”.


Ryan was very confused, but Frank was in a tight shirt and the view was certainly nice. Frank was 6’2, and when he wasn’t helping Alana, mostly working on construction. He had abs that could have been carved of wood or stone. His arms were big and strong, he looked like he could break Ryan in half. He actually had a strong resemblance to pre-apocalypse actor Jason Momoa, but kept his dark hair cut fairly short. Now that he was smiling, Ryan couldn’t help noting that despite his reputation from working with Alana and doing his bit for general law enforcement, he had an easy smile and cheerful eyes. He was, Ryan suddenly thought, very attractive.



Frank walked over, patted his shoulder “Alana said you liked guys, she asked me to take care of you today, we figured you wouldn’t be too upset at getting me instead of her” he touched the tips of Ryan’s pink hair “Damn you’re cute” Ryan found his tongue, managed words “Oh, I definitely don’t mind” and then his cheeks flushed, that sounded so stupid! He stammered “I mean, thanks…I …I…..you like boys?” Ryan looked down, mortified at his babbling. Frank burst out laughing “Boys, girls, I like tweens. Alana and I split it up sometimes if we know a irl is straight or a boy is gay. Unless they tell us or make it obvious, she just handles them, and buddy, you did NOT need to tell us! Anyway, I am ahead on my work, and nobody else is getting sent my way, so we have time for some fun”.



Frank guided Ryan to a table with a hole cut in one end then leaned down to kiss the shotas neck, moving to unbutton his flannel pajama shirt “Let’s okay loosen you up a little first” Ryan nodded, arching his back at the touch of the man who would soon be his executioner, it was like warm electric tingles shot from his fingers, and the kiss on his neck made his knees unsteady. Frank pulled the pajama shirt away and touched Ryan’s nipples, earning a happy squeak. Frank pushed the boy onto the table, face in the hole. Ryan jumped as something was drizzled on his back, but it was just warm massage oil. Frank had strong hands, and as he rubbed the oil in, Ryan felt small, small and soft underneath those strong hands and brawny arms that could snap his neck as easily as knead tense muscles, and being a romantic sub who just wanted to be taken advantage of by someone who knew what he was doing, Ryan felt like he was already in Heaven.


Frank smiled as he rubbed the munchkin, feeling the boy unwind. When his back was gleaming, Frank moved on. Ryan still had boxers, Frank slipped them off, exposing the cute shota butt in front of him. Ryan tensed for just a moment, then relaxed as he figured Frank wasn’t going to do anything back there that he minded. Frank rubbed the soft young meat, gave one butt cheek a squeeze, then leaned to whisper in Ryan’s ear “Tell me if it gets to be too much, I want your rump to match your hair” and the first swat connected. Ryan yelped in surprise, but after a few more spanks decided that he liked it. Frank’s big hand came down again and again, and Ryan’s butt wiggled with each hit, one cheek, then the other. Ryan felt butterflies in his belly, his cheeks on his face flushed, his breathing quickened and by the time Frank was satisfied that his ass was bright pink and settled for rubbing it, Ryan was squirming, fighting his need for more than this teasing!


Frank didn’t make him wait long, Ryan was as loosened up as he was going to be for the short remainder of his life. Frank went for something and then Ryan felt more of that warm oil on his butt, then tried to twist around as he felt Frank work one oiled finger in there. Frank held him down with his free hand “Easy buddy, you’ll like this” then he slid Ryan back. The little boy gripped the edges of the table as he felt Frank enter him. There was stretching, and then a wonderful sense of fullness. Frank was quite a lot bigger than any previous fuck-buddy Ryan had been with, and it quickly became clear that he was much more skilled.


He thrust a few times while simultaneously lifting Ryan and moving to the bed. Ryan was choked and spanked and tied up and teased with ice and hot wax. His nipples were rubbed and pinched, he was kissed all over, and his butthole got stretched and filled and pounded in ways he had never imagined. Ryan was exhausted before long,having climaxed twice, but Frank had greater stamina and just wanted to give. Time moved strangely, it felt like their passion went on for hours, but as Frank finally used up his stamina and pulled out, to just lie there and hug his pet, it felt like it had lasted no time at all. Ryan snuggled into those strong arms, trying to stall, to freeze time right there. Frank was in no hurry to let go, he would miss this cute fruit-scented kid, but Frank couldn’t keep him. They both knew what was next. The fun was over, and after what amounted to a one-night stand, Ryan had a date, a date with a rope and gravity.