Chapter 3: Erased

[Where were we? Chapter 2 ended with our young protagonist beaten and raped and left naked overnight locked in a tiny bathroom.]

The boy slept fitfully. Not from fear or anxiety; that had all but disappeared. The beating and anal assault had left him surprisingly calm and docile. He trusted Mr. Stirling even more than before. But the cold tile floor was uncomfortable. And he was hungry.

He could feel that his ass was still leaking cum, so he ate some of that - as much as he could - licking it off his fingers after trying to scoop it up in the dark. But that wasn’t a meal, not even close. He did it because it was Mr. Stirling’s cum, from Mr. Stirling’s cock, and he needed Mr. Stirling’s cock very badly. That cock was the only thing that had any reality for the boy.

He was thirsty. He had tried to drink from the sink during the night, but could not get his head to fit under the faucet and he became frustrated trying to drink from his hands. So he drank from the toilet.

The thought, as he lowered his face to the still, cold water, that this was where Mr. Stirling relieves himself, excited him. The scattered drops of urine on the rim along with a few stray pubic hairs provided a confirmatory further stimulus, and when he had drunk his fill, he licked the rim, savoring the acrid taste of his mentor’s dried piss.

Then he masturbated and ate the results, licking his sticky fingers, before drifting off to dreamland again.

He was awakened by sounds from the office. He waited expectantly to see his mentor again. Apparently, Stirling was in no hurry. When he finally unlocked the bathroom door, it was to use the facilities.

Without so much as a greeting for the naked boy, he simply said, “Kneel,” which the boy immediately obeyed.

“Open your mouth,” he commanded while pulling out his cock.

He placed his cock in the boy’s mouth and said, “Swallow all of it,” and began to piss, a long hard stream of rancid morning piss.

The boy eagerly gulped it all down, with hardly a dribble escaping his stretched lips.

“Good,” the older man said, tucking his cock away.

The urinal-boy glowed warmly at the word of praise, but whimpered and looked up at the man imploringly.

“There’s more for you if you behave yourself. We have work to do first.” He placed a leather collar around the boy’s neck and attached a leash.

“Stand up,” he ordered. He led the boy into his office.

There was now a metal folding chair in front of the desk. Stirling led the boy to the chair by the leash and said, “Sit.” On the desk was a small stack of papers and a pen.

“When you’ve finished signing these, I will let you suck my cock, but first, you have a phone call to make.”

He placed an index card on the desk in front of the boy and said, “Read this out loud.”

The boy spoke the words as written, “This is Bodie. Something has happened. I can’t tell you anything except this. I am entering the federal witness protection program, so you won’t hear from me again. Please don’t try to contact me, it could endanger you as well. I love you. Goodbye.”

“Good.” Stirling tapped the number on Bodie’s phone marked “Mom.”

When the phone was answered, he said “Now read it again, exactly as before.” He un-muted the phone and handed it to the boy who did as instructed. Stirling took the phone and hung up.

“Good. Now the paperwork.” He handed the pen to the boy. “Sign all these papers. Every place is marked, so you can get through them quickly. When you’re finished, I will check them and then you will be allowed to suck my cock.”

The papers consisted of letters to his employer and landlord, legal forms for power of attorney, and banking forms for closing accounts and transferring funds. They had all been prepared by Dr. Samenschlag’s assistant, Marci, who is a paralegal and notary public, among other things.

She had already hacked into Bodie’s personal computer and his phone to find the financial institutions he used. Within an hour, Bodie had resigned from his job, terminated his apartment lease, and transferred control of all his finances to John Stirling.

His car had already been hauled away and disposed of, and now that the phone call had been made, the phone would be destroyed too.

The boy, naked and collared, set to work eagerly, signing each page that had a “sign here” marker before flipping to the next one. He understood perfectly well that he was turning control of his life over to Mr. Stirling. He didn’t need to read the print to get the gist of it.

He didn’t care about the details. He trusted Stirling and only wanted to get on with it. And to go down on it - Mr. Stirling’s compelling cock. In a few minutes, he was done. He put down the pen and looked up at John silently and expectantly.

John picked up the papers and quickly ascertained that they were complete.

“Good,” he told the boy, “Kneel.”

He unzipped his pants and pulled out his large flaccid member as Bodie got down on his knees before it in awed reverence.