Charlie

Please, sir. Can I have some more?

“Charlie’s nineteen. Been breaking this boy in for the last six months. Showing him what he is, what I want him to be. He learns fast. There’s something about the way he has taken to me, and taken to my cock, that makes him one of my very special boys.

“Tight little arse.

“He’s ready to perform.

“Ready for the task at hand.

“He sits with me high in the cab, and we look out over summer midnight. As I drive, I look for places like this. In the north of England, and away from the cities, they exist. Isolated but only minutes from main roads. Where the sky is black with stars and not the sickly orange glow of street lights. Dips in the landscape, perhaps shaded by trees. Hollows, ancient as days.

“Black. Nothing blacker. Hidden. Secret. Mine.

“Farmland, sometimes. Lonely places. Wild places, on the edge of nothing and overseen by no-one. Places where I can fuck a boy for a night, if I choose. Take him to his wilder self. Take him nowhere anyone else ever takes him. Help him find his place in the wild world, mud on his knees and dirt on his face and cum in his hole.

“Boys like Charlie.

“He sits beside me, trying to breathe. He’s forgotten how. Too many other things in his head.

“My jeans are round my ankles. You might say I’ve distracted him from breathing. From thinking. He needs to tune into the physical. The animal. There’s no need for thinking, now.

“We sit and wait. And his cum is boiling in his bollocks, and his cock is outlined down his jeans. And we wait, and look out into the vast black. The signal has been sent, the co-ordinates shared. And cars across the north are hastily revved into action. The men are coming. Charlie doesn’t know them, doesn’t know how many. But he’s asked for this.

“I just co-ordinate his desire.

“He describes it.

“I make it happen.”

“He wants a number. He wants to test himself. He lies beside me in my bed and tells me what he dreams of. And I hold his chin so I can see his expression. See if he tells me the truth. He dreams a number. He kisses my thumb into his mouth. I spit in his eyes.

“And then I pick up the phone and make it real.”