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PART III

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Aggression had always been part of Nathan’s psyche and had led him into trouble, arguably had even led him here to his mental prison. But this aggression had also meant Nathan was a fighter. He’d taking beatings from his dad and bullies. He’d survived in youth detention by ensuring his anger was channelled right when it was needed, and used as a weapon. Without his violent nature he would never have lived on the streets, clawing his way to the front of a mass of homeless fighting to get the freshly thrown waste food from markets, café’s, and restaurants. He would have frozen to death had it not been for his instant and extreme reactions to anyone trying to take his rags or cardboard. Nathan was a born survivor. He was angry, messed up and lonely, but he endured.

Despite his anger and failings as a civilised boy Nathan wasn’t stupid. He knew stuff. He knew what to look for in someone to find a weakness. He knew how to speak to people to coax them into whatever design he had on them. And he knew how to be patient. He’d waited and accepted every beating his dad gave him knowing they would have to end. He remained stoic while in detention, keeping himself safe with pre-emptive strikes where needed but not overdoing it. Well, not too much. One guy spent considerable time in hospital with painful injuries, but he was let off as so many witnessed the rape attempt. Stabbing the guy responsible for him being in detention was being planned from day one but even when he got out, it took him time to follow the boy, look for his weaknesses, and attack at the right time.

Now he needed to draw every drop from this dual well of fighting spirit and patience if he was to beat the crazy gay fuck who’d taken over his body. It was almost impossible to believe this could happen, and many times Nathan assumed he was going mad. But too much was going on with clarity for that thought to persist for long. Nathan was locked inside his own body without any control and was being forced to participate in degrading, disgusting acts with other men. Never in his life would he want to be with a man and even if he did, he would not be the submissive. Nathan’s nature was such that he had to dominate, and several girls would attest to this.

So Nathan would wait. Nathan would endure. Nathan would engage. And Nathan would find that weak spot and with ruthless violence he would break out and punish his captor. After days of crying and begging, this he now knew with absolute certainty.

Nathan settled down to watch and learn.

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I leaped out of bed and rushed through my morning bathroom routine. I didn’t masturbate, I wanted to save it. Today was the day when it all started and I already had two fucks lined up. It was so hard to believe it could be this easy. I’d spent lifetimes hiding my desires, conducting secret liaisons in dank back alleys or mouldy wet woods, meeting with ugly men also desperate for any kind of action. It was sad and pathetic. Now however, now I was free and would be open and accommodating. I was going to show the world my body and my sex life, and I was bouncing with excited anticipation.

A knock at the door broke my through my thoughts. He’s here! I rushed to put on my towelling robe in such a way as to just hide my cock. One side slipped from my shoulder while below the belt it hung loose and open. Excitement hit a brick wall when I opened the door. Instead of the cute boy I found a fat girl in her early twenties. She did three things very quickly; she couldn’t help but look at my body, especially the part barely covered. She then caught herself doing it, looked me in the eye and flashed a sweet and very embarrassed smile. She then then half ran into the room, stumbling near the bed and just managed to get the tray down before the clattering crockery spilled. I stopped her hurried exit by touching her arm and said thank you. She smiled again, a smile that made her look very pretty, and left after a final gaze down.

I returned to my disappointment and slumped down in the chair to eat. It took a full two minutes of chomping before I realised he said order lunch, so he must have known he wouldn’t be here for breakfast. Happy again I enjoyed the rest of my meal and considered how to greet him.
I spent most of the time setting up a blog,SlutBoy Nate, and taking pictures of myself with my new phone. I uploaded them and wrote a bit about how I wanted to share my sex life with my followers and they could even get involved. I set up two votes about what they thought of my body and how submissive I should be. I made sure my face was in as many of the pictures as possible and used my own name, or rather this body’s name, but as it was mine now it made no difference. Finally I set up an email account and encouraged people to contact me.

The last 20 minutes I spent deciding what to wear for him. I didn’t have much in my bag, but I’d had packed well before getting this body, and pulled out several pairs of colourful underwear. As this was a first meeting I put the girls panties back, and settled for a pair of blue and white checked briefs and a dark blue basketball vest that was two sizes too big, all the better to see my chest. I sat on the bed and waited.

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Nathan was impressed. The wall around his mind was strong. Nothing was entering except for visual, taste, smell and hearing. It was a strange version of these sensations. While a normal person might be able to smell he would also, quite unknowing, be feeling the odd hair itch or the movement of air through the nasal passages. Nathan felt nothing, only the smells made it to him. This was the same for the other sensations. He probed where he could but being a novice at mental warfare he didn’t have a hope of breaking through. Yet.

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Three minutes past midday came the knock. I checked the room was just the right side of messy with a couple of pairs of underwear on show, ignored my phone buzzing on the cabinet, and opened the door. He stood there grinning, holding a tray of fruit and chocolates. Not what I ordered but I wasn’t going to complain. He entered.

“Shut the door.” That confident tone was present and I did so after which he gave me the tray. He spent an age looking at my body before moving behind me and spending time there, I presumed he was doing the same. I was getting excited and the start of an erection was clearly visible fighting against my briefs.

“Put the tray down.” I did as commanded and returned to him to do whatever came next. After looking me down and back up again, pausing at my groin to enjoy the growing bulge, he stared me in the eyes and unbuttoned his shirt. I looked down at his smooth chest, the perfect skin showing goose bumps. His nipples were big, pink and round and hardened into impressive buds as I watched. He discarded the shirt and started on his trouser fly. I was beginning to shake with anticipation and my cock hurt trying to split the fabric of my underwear. He was beautiful. Dark mussy hair framed a youthful face. Thick eyebrows above big, pretty brown eyes gave him an air of innocence. Full pink lips suggested lust. His skin was soft and flawless in the way that only those who don’t yet shave can attain.

My gaze was broken by his trousers crumpling to the ground. I stared. He was wearing pink cotton panties in the French knicker style. Now my mouth watered. He turned a slow 180 and gave me the perfect view of his ass as he bent to remove his shoes and white ankle socks. It was perfect. A round bubble ass, smooth and creamy, with just the right squared definition to differentiate it from a girls ass, his gluts accentuated by his trim waist. I couldn’t help myself. I dropped to my knees.

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God No! The boy hadn’t even showered. Please DON’T!

Disgusted, Nathan watched himself get closer to that ass.

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I first kissed his cheeks, so warm and smooth. I ran my tongue up from the top of his thigh to the seam of the panties. I repeated on the other side, losing myself in the sheer joy of such a stunning ass on such a beautiful boy. I expected resistance when my fingers found the waistband and tugged but he allowed me to pull them down, stroking his thighs and legs with my palms as I went. He stepped out of them and moved forward to the bed, taking up a position on all fours, his back arched down but his shoulders high, pushing his ass out and down. I crawled over to him and he spread his knees and ankles apart revealing a glorious hairless tan hole. It was pulsating. I found my mouth hanging open as I stared and moved forward, encircling his anus with my lips and pushing my tongue out. He pushed back. The tip of my tongue entered him and I nearly came in my briefs. I pushed harder feeling his sphincter squeeze and release. I licked hard and soft. I pushed my tongue in, holding it there for a few seconds before pulling back and circling his hole. I formed an ‘O’ with my lips and sucked then pushed my tongue back in.
He let me rim him for nearly ten minutes, his groans becoming louder and more frequent. Then he span around and captured my neck with his thighs. His stunning young cock was at full hardness barely an inch in front of my face but his strong legs locked me in place. I tried to lick him but it was just out of reach. I could smell the sweet pungent scent of his balls, trapped as they had been for his whole shift in cheap Nylon uniform trousers. It drove me wild. I reached around his legs to take hold of him but he slapped my hands away and then leaned back looking me in the eye.

“You’re very cute.” He said grinning.

“You’re cute AND hot.” I grinned back.

“And you’re an awesome rimmer.”

“It’s a perfect ass to enjoy.” His cock bounced and he smiled at me but didn’t reply, breaking the silence only after a few minutes.

“What do I call you?”

“Whatever you want” He shook his head.

“No, I want to know your name babe. I’m Jamie.” I was a little disappointed but was careful not to let it show. This was not the domination I had imagined.

“Nathan, or Nate.”

“OK, Nate.” His voice was softer now even though it still had that confident tone. “I’m versatile, but today I want to fuck you. I hope you’re bottom?” I decided to try and inject some submission.

“I’m yours Jamie. Whatever you want.”

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His initial reaction was to retch but of course he couldn’t. As the ass licking went on he became more immune to it. There was a sweaty smell there but the feared taste of, Nathan couldn’t even think it, never materialised. He was surprised however at how Jamie squirmed above him, wondering whether it really could be as good as he was making out.

His captor was enjoying it, of that there was no doubt. Once the disgust waned he took more notice of the stream of information needling through his prison barrier carrying the taste and feeling from his tongue. It was tinged with excitement and satisfaction. Knowing that this wasn’t coming from himself, Nathan decided his captor must be leaking this additional sensation. And where there was a leak, there was a way out.

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He parted his legs and ordered me to stand. I couldn’t take my eyes of his dick. He was now stroking it, a slow mesmerising motion. Following orders I removed my baseball vest and completed a slow 360 turn. I repeated this after taking off my briefs. My mouth was watering and I was desperate to feel him, to touch him, to lick him and to have him penetrate me. He was a stunning boy and I knew how lucky I was to have found someone like this so quickly. It was an admiration tinged with just a little disappointment however. From his commands I took to mean he would be dominant and perhaps a little aggressive. He was neither. But I refused to let this ruin my moment. A fit, pretty boy wanted to have sex with me. I was going to give him everything he wanted.

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Intense impatience was the overriding impression that coloured the information stream.