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Subject: Dark Age Tale – Part 8 Dark Age Tale � Part 8 The usual warnings apply to this work of fiction. It contains references to and scenes of sex between boys and a man and if this type of material either offends or is prohibited for you, please leave now. Remember Nifty is free to us because of the kind donations of its users. Any comments, good or bad, welcome to ail ————— “He’s a fine looking lad, sure you can’t be persuaded to part with him?” Richard was standing next to the BBQ on the patio of his friend John’s villa, enjoying the warm Mediterranean evening and sight of a swimwear clad Noah jumping in and out of the pool. Richard had made sure to buy him a nice tight pair of the tight square swim shorts which resembled boxer-briefs, the sort he found so attracts on continental boys. They were black with red trim around the waist and hugged Noah’s body perfectly, showing off his backside and accentuating his lean physique. Richard felt his cock stir as he watched the boy. Noah had wanted a baggy, shapeless pair of long swim shorts and had been embarrassed to be seen in something so tight but, as Richard had explained, he would be deciding what the boy wore from now on. In fact he had already purchased another pair for Noah to wear, this time white which would hopefully be almost translucent once wet. He couldn’t wait to take his boy to a public beach wearing those! They had been at the villa for almost two weeks, waiting while an acquaintance of John’s arranged a fake passport and birth certificate for Noah. Apparently the man had done the same for John a few years previously when he had needed the same documents for his own boy. He had met John in a professional capacity many years ago, helping to side step some legal `difficulties’, and the two had stayed in sporadic contact which had continued even after the ex-teacher seemingly disappeared, followed a few weeks later by one of his fifteen year old pupil. Richard didn’t like the idea of someone else knowing Noah was here, but he had been forced to move the boy out of the country bundled in a sleeping bag at the back of his van and that wasn’t a long term solution. Noah had been bleary eyed when Richard had shaken him awake the next morning. The rain had got steadily worse in the night making the field a quagmire. Even if he hadn’t found Noah he would probably have made an early exit, but the boy gave him a far more pressing reason to leave. “It’s up to you Noah, if you want you can come with me.” The boy had got tearful, scared by the decision. Richard knew it was unfair to hurry him but he was anxious to leave, and when he told him it was a choice between home and a new life with him he had got in the sleeping bag. He had stayed bundled up until they reached Richard’s home, though his phone and most of his possessions were disposed of en-route. Those had to go, and they only stayed long enough at Richard’s yard to install a hidden compartment in the back of the van. It was small başakşehir escort an uncomfortable, but Noah had survived the journey pretty much intact. “He is lovely, but are you sure you want to spend the next few years looking over your shoulder? My friend would take him off your hands if you were interested.” Apparently a less salubrious sideline John’s friend ran was supplying boys for `entertainment purposes’, and Richard didn’t like the way he cast an apprising eye over Noah which lingered on the boy’s backside. “I’m definitely planning on keeping him,” Richard smiled as Noah back flipped into the pool laughing loudly. “The world is full of nice looking lads Richard,” John flipped the burgers before casually mentioning a sum of money. That was the finders fee, there would be a percentage of the final price when Noah was sold as well. The word `sold’ hung in the air. For all John’s protests about how much the boys enjoyed their new lives it was clear that Noah would get to live his fantasies of enslavement for real. He would be sold to whoever offered these men the most money, and Richard doubted the reality of what happened after that would quite match up to the boyish dreams. “Interested?” Noah was called over for his burger and Richard patted his wet backside as he passed making him blush, before taking his discussions with John to a secluded corner of the villa garden. �������� “John won’t tell anyone I’m here will he?” Noah was lying next to him on the double bed, his body already showing a pleasing tan. He liked to sleep in a baggy pair of thin shorts, and while Richard’s eventual goal was to keep his boy naked as much as possible it needed to be implemented in small stages. “John can keep a secret, don’t worry.” Richard put his hand on Noah’s groin, feeling the boy’s cock and balls through the thin material. The boy stiffened a little, but the cock stirred as Richard squeezed and groped it. “Like that?” Noah nodded, and Richard put a finger through the loop at the front of his collar and pulled his face into a kiss. He liked to keep Noah collared as much as possible, always useful to have a means to directing him and a constant reminder he was now Richard’s boy. “John’s used to having boys like you around anyway.” Another little kiss, make him feel like he was the character in one of his books. “In fact men often leave their boys here while they are away or if they need to hide them. It’s sort of like a kennel for boys.” He liked calling Noah `his boy’, and as the lad giggled at that idea Richard gave him another kiss. He was getting more used to kissing and touching, but it would be a while until he lost all his inhibitions. “That’s why i’m going to leave you here for a bit,” Noah looked shocked, shifting a little. The leather cuffs buckled around his wrists were clipped together behind his back, restricting his movements. “Not for long, I’ll soon be back.” Time to get the shorts off Richard thought, his mouth halkalı escort on Noah’s cock would be sure banish any worries the boy had. Besides, he wanted to savour the taste while he still had the chance. ���������� “Congratulations Mr Williams!” The real estate agent was really congratulating himself on the commission he had just made Richard thought as the man offered him a charmless grin. Still he shook the preferred hand, the man had been helpful enough without knowing it by only asking the bare minimum of questions about his purchase of the property. A villa up in the hills overlooking the coast and near a town popular with British expats hadn’t come cheap. Being a cash buyer helped him negotiate a better price, but brought some unwanted curiosity regarding where the funds came from. “I’ve recently disposed of a few assets and want to reinvest.” Richard remained silent on what the assets were and the man hadn’t enquired further. It was a beautiful spot to enjoy retirement Richard thought to himself as he completed his final length of the pool, pulling himself out and sitting to enjoy the last of the sun. Peaceful and serene, he could quite happily listen to the bird song… There was a crash as the door slammed shut. “Hey?!” Noah shouted out to see if anyone was home before strolling through the open patio door. Richard had left him alone with John for a few weeks in which he sold his canal boat and rented out the yard. Probably could have got a better price for both he thought, but he hadn’t wanted to leave his boy unattended for to long. Other men might get ideas if he did. Anyway the business was mostly reliant on his own skill, and he could just as easily run it from here where no-one was looking for Noah. Dressed in only a pair of black Adidas shorts and trainers Noah looked delicious, his skin now tanned to a pleasing olive colour. He had grown a bit in the four months since Richard had taken him as his boy, retaining his lean physique but managing to fill out his height and avoid resembling a stretched version of his younger self. There were other new additions as well, a ring in the right side of his lip and a dyed red-streak in his even shaggier hair. Richard wasn’t a fan of either addition but the boy was experimenting, finding an identity and he had learnt to pick his battles. Like the one over the little pubic bush the growing boy had been so proud of. No arguments were brooked and he had shaved and then waxed that off, Noah would remain smooth until he decided otherwise. On the plus side Noah’s new style did have the benefit of radically changing his appearance. Beyond a brief story on the website of the local newspaper from his home town Noah’s disappearance didn’t seem to have got much publicity, and the young looking twelve year old boy in the school photo they had used in the report didn’t bear much resemblance to the teenager sitting next to him. “Good time at the beach?” Noah had started riding his bike down şirinevler escort to the town where there was a bmx ramp. Richard had offered to drive him but he was thirteen and wanted a taste of freedom. Beyond chaining him up in the basement there was not much he could do. “Yeah,” Richard draped an arm around his bare shoulder. His skin was warm and soft, and he had a pleasing sweaty aroma after riding back up the hill. He still got a cold feeling in his stomach every time the boy was out of his sight, what if he hurt himself and was taken to a hospital? What if he got up to mischief and was picked up by the police? Above all, what if someone recognised him? The fake passport would hold up to a certain amount of scrutiny but Richard was in no rush to test the limits of its authenticity. “Did you wear your helmet?” The obvious downward look told him the answer. “Forgot sorry,” Richard pursed his lips. Despite being the latest model and chosen by Noah, (not to mention costing a small fortune), the helmet was sitting pristine in its box in the boy’s bedroom. “You said that last time as well Noah,” the boy’s brow furrowed as he tried to wheedle his way out of it. `Next time he would remember’, `it wouldn’t happen again’, `he was sorry’. Draped across Richard’s lap Noah made for an alluring sight. The shorts were down around his ankles along with the tight cartoon briefs Richard had brought him as underwear. They were meant for a younger boy, but Richard enjoyed the sight of them stretched tight across Noah’s buttocks. Right now though he didn’t want those buttocks to have any protection. He spanked the boy slowly, savouring the feel of the skin warming under his hand and the yelps and moans Noah made as his backside turned from white, to pink to red. By the end the Noah was tearful, and Richard hugged him before sending him to the corner with his hands on his head. A firm hand was good for a growing boy, and while there would be a bit of sulking for the next few hours Richard was sure Noah would be back in his bed for the night. ���������- We should probably leave a Richard and Noah to enjoy their new life and make their own ending, but if you have to imagine a conclusion maybe picture it this way. A boy and a man stroll along by the side of the town’s marina, the boy staring at the boats and the man staring at the boy. It’s late in the tourist season but there are still plenty of people in the town, and the boy attracts giggling glances from two girls his own age. He’s a handsome lad, dressed in neat green cargo shorts and a black polo shirt, fresh from dinner in a nice restraint. The girls make eyes at him but he is oblivious, his concentration focused on the twin delights of the boats and his ice-cream. The man notices the glances and smiles. It’s impossible to say if he is a young grandfather or old father, but the paternal pride in his boy is obvious as he watches him. The boy is growing up quickly he thinks, and while he would happily keep him a boy forever that just isn’t possible. Instead he resolves to make the most of the boy before he leaves boyhood behind, and drapes an arm around his shoulder as they walk on. ��-///��� Hope you enjoyed this little story. All feedback and ideas for a second part welcome.

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