The Life of Lewis
Copyright© 2021 by Lewis Lucas
Chapter 8: A Suitable Corpse
Pedo Sex Story: Chapter 8: A Suitable Corpse - Lewis is 15 and decides to get a Saturday job. Finding one in a Video hire shop helping Mike the manager, he finds himself earning a bit extra every week by having some interesting fitness tests followed by some relaxation including sex lessons and experiences which he thoroughly enjoys.
Caution: This Pedo Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa mt/Fa Ma/Ma Ma/mt mt/mt Teenagers Coercion Consensual Rape Gay BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Incest Torture Anal Sex First Massage Masturbation Oral Sex Petting Doctor/Nurse Teacher/Student
‘It seems even worse this morning.’ Josh cried out at the pain. Dean helped him into the bathroom and left him there. When Josh came into the lounge, he had had a shower and put shorts and T shirt on. He cried out as he moved and when he sat at the table.
Dean sat at the table with him as Josh had his breakfast. Then he made them both a coffee. As they drank, Josh suddenly started crying again. Dean moved round and stood at his side with his arm on his shoulder. ‘We’ve run out of Paracetamol.’ Dean told him.’
‘It’s not the pain that’s making me cry,’ Josh told him, ‘It’s shame. I treated you terribly, yet here you are looking after me and being so kind.’ ‘What you did was awful,’ Dean told him, ‘And I hated you for doing it.’
‘But from what the men said they had done to you, and what I’ve seen of you since, you have now suffered even worse. So, I can sympathise with you. Also, the men assured me that you’d never attack me again, so now it’s all over and done with.’
‘And apart from what you did to me, before that I liked you, so I couldn’t just watch you suffering and do nothing.’ That made Josh cry even harder. ‘I have to go out now for a while, to visit my uncle.’ Dean told him.
‘Whilst I’m out, I’ll pick up some more Paracetamol for you.’ ‘What will I do if they come back?’ Josh asked sounding terrified. ‘The front door will be locked,’ Dean pointed out. ‘If anyone rings the bell or knocks, just ignore it.’
‘Unless you go and open the door, no one can get at you.’ Josh still looked scared, but he could see the sense of that. ‘Get as comfy as you can in the armchair and watch some video’s.’ Dean told him. ‘Or go back to bed. I’ll be back about three.’
Dean got ready to go and as he was about to leave, Josh struggled to his feet, it clearly hurting him to do so, and gave him a hug. ‘Thank you.’ he said sounding very sincere. Josh spent a very uncomfortable and painful four hours watching tv.
Before Dean returned home, Josh had turned the tv off. He heard the front door opening, and as Dean came in, he was watching the door looking terrified. As soon as he saw it was Just Dean, he relaxed and his face lit up.
Dean made them both a coffee and put Josh’s on the little table at his side, along with two more Paracetamol. Josh gulped them down eagerly. ‘What are you going to do about work tomorrow?’ Dean asked. ‘Even if I managed to get there, I wouldn’t be able to do much if anything.’ Josh told him.
‘I’ll have to ring in sick in the morning. But what will I tell them?’ he asked, sounding worried. ‘I couldn’t tell anyone what happened to me.’ ‘Just say you’ve pulled a muscle in your stomach and are having to rest it for a few days.’ Dean suggested.
Josh looked so relieved at that. Dean made them another light dinner. After dinner Josh just sat and watched tv, giving out a cry of pain every time he moved. Dean spent the evening at the dining table, drawing plans for shelving and their layout in the tunnel.
At ten o’clock, Dean made them both a coffee and gave Josh two more Paracetamol. ‘Can I stay with you again tonight, please?’ Josh asked sounding like a small child needing comfort. ‘Ok,’ Dean agreed. ‘After you’ve had your coffee, why don’t you go and get ready for bed.’
‘Then if you want me to, I’ll give you a massage to help send you to sleep.’ ‘Yes please,’ Josh replied looking delighted, ‘That would be nice.’ After he’d gone, Dean washed the cups and then headed for his bedroom. Josh was already in bed, sitting up.
‘I’ll take the duvet off you,’ Dean told him, ‘You slide down in your own good time and turn over. I’ll do your back first.’ ‘Please be careful on my bum.’ Josh said, sounding scared. ‘Don’t worry, I’ll be very gentle.’ Dean assured him.
He folded the duvet over to the other side of the bed. He watched a naked Josh as he struggled and cried with pain working his way down flat. Then even more cries of pain as he struggled to turn onto his front. Dean looked at his limp cock as he slid down.
He was thinking, ‘At least when he raped me, my pain didn’t last as long as his is doing.’ Once he was settled, Dean sat on the edge of the bed and massaged from Josh’s head, down his back, over his cheeks and down to his feet.
As he started to massage his cheeks, Josh had drawn his breath in sharply, feeling very anxious. But when Dean reached his feet, he told him it had been lovely. When Dean massaged back up, this time he remained relaxed all the way, even over his cheeks.
Dean went down and back up once more, then told him to turn over. Josh lay still for a few moments, plucking up courage to move. Then he rolled over and moved into position, accompanied my more cries of agony.
As he massaged his front, Dean kept an eye on his cock wondering how he would feel when it went hard. As he massaged over his abdomen, Josh told him that inside him around there, was the area where a lot of the pain was.
But he assured Dean that his touch was so gentle it wasn’t giving him any. He smiled happily as he said that and told Dean, ‘This is the most relaxed I’ve felt all day.’ As Dean massaged through his hairs, he was surprised to see Josh’s cock still lying limp between his legs.
He debated missing it out of his massage altogether but decided that after Cliff’s assurance he didn’t need to worry. ‘Anyway,’ he thought, ‘Josh is in far too much pain to attack anyone at the moment.’ So, he massaged over his cock.
When it showed no sign of reacting, he lifted it up and gave it’s underneath a stroke. ‘Oh, that felt lovely.’ Josh told him. Dean massaged down both groins and on down his legs. Josh had his legs together, so he didn’t do his balls.
Dean did his front twice, holding and massaging Josh’s cock each time. Then he pulled the duvet over him. By now the Paracetamol had taken effect. So, when Dean wearing his T shirt and shorts got into bed, Josh managed to turn onto his side with only a few cries.
As Dean put an arm out across the pillow, Josh put his head on his shoulder and his arm over Deans waist. ‘Thank you,’ he said, ‘The massage was so nice.’ Dean switched the light off and they lay there in silence.
Dean started thinking about the tunnel and his mushrooms. Then not long after he realised that Josh was fast asleep. He felt pleased for him, knowing that whilst he was asleep, he wouldn’t be feeling any pain. Then not long after he was fast asleep himself.
FRIDAY - DEANS FLAT - DEAN & JOSH
After they’d had a light dinner on Friday, they went into the same routine as they had done every night that week. Dean washed up and then sat at the table working on his mushroom farm plans. Josh watched tv, doing his best to sit still, because he was still in great pain.
Even so, he let out quite a few cries whenever he had to move even a little bit. By now Dean didn’t even notice them when he was concentrating on his plans. At ten o’clock, Dean made them both a coffee as usual and gave Josh his nighttime Paracetamol. Every night after their coffee Josh had gone to Deans bed and lain there naked.
Then Dean had massaged his back twice, and then his front twice. By now he was really puzzled, because despite him handling and massaging Josh’s cock twice going down and twice going up every night, Josh had stayed soft all the time.
As Josh hadn’t made any comment on it, other than saying how nice it felt when Dean handled it, Dean hadn’t said anything either. As they came to the end of their coffees, Josh’s phone rang. He looked puzzled, not expecting anyone to call.
Dean knew who it was, because Cliff had warned him earlier by text that he’d ring. When Josh answered with an, ‘Hello?’ Cliff, with his piece of cloth in his mouth again, said, ‘Hello Josh, how’s your bum.’ ‘It hurts so much,’ Josh cried, ‘I’ve never suffered so much in my life before.’
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