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John sighed, huffing warm air out as he sat down on the ground, the crunch of leaves and tiny sticks evident under his weight. He was clearly upset, at least, Hosea noticed. Hosea noticed everything, everything about how Arthur touched the young boy, the way Arthur suddenly took a liking to the childlike nature of John. Hosea often felt ill after seeing how much love was in johns eyes when he looked at Arthur.
Hosea watched as Arthur got a certain glint in his eye, suddenly stopping what he was doing, and glancing slightly at John. That small glance was enough for John to get giddy, blushing as he sat up straight against the tree he was leaning against.
Arthur had a new favor to ask, and Hosea could only pray to god it wasn’t sexual. The gods didn’t seem to hear his prayers that day.
Arthur approached John, smiling at the young boy. “Johnny… whatd’ya say ‘bout going on a ride with me? You can sit on my horse if you want.” Arthur asked softly, grunting as he got down to Johns level. That simple question immediately switched the boys mood, eagerly nodding as Arthur helped him up. “Where we gonna go, Art?” John asked, walking closely behind Arthur, Almost too close for Hosea’s liking.
Arthur didn’t respond, smirking subtly at John as he helped the boy onto his horse. “Don’t worry ‘bout it.” Arthur chimed, getting behind John on the saddle. John was small enough for Arthur to fit behind him on the saddle, small enough to bounce quite a bit when he rode a horse. Oh, how Arthur had something else for John, something to please his own desires.
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They eventually reached a secluded area, and it was basically pitch black out when they arrived. “Why don’t we set up a quick camp? Did you bring your things?” Arthur asked softly, obviously, John did not. “Uhm.. no.. is that okay, Art?” John mumbled, blushing in embarrassment. Arthur nodded, sighing as he got off the horse, and set up. John was mostly put in charge of getting sticks and wood for a campfire, which was the easiest task to be given.
Once Arthur set up a small tent and a bedroll, he started making something for them to eat. He went with canned stew, which neither of them minded.
After eating, Arthur sat on the bedroll, moving John onto his lap. Arthur seemed to enjoy staring at John, the way the orange light from the fire reflected off his skin. The way that Arthur loved johns body was almost sickening, and it was if you knew about it. Johns body was so perfect, those broad shoulders, his lithe body. Arthur loved the way Johns thighs rubbed together when he was clearly a bit too needy.
Arthur decided to take advantage of that neediness, and without any warning, he groped johns crotch. It was more than surprising when he felt nothing there, before digging his fingers a bit more into the boys crotch, earning a shaky mewl from John.
He quickly flipped John onto his stomach, lifting his hips and pulling the boys pants down. He nearly fainted at the sight that befell his eyes. John was more than perfect at this point, even more so now that Arthur discovered a nice cunt on the boy. “Art?! What are you doing?!” John squealed, his thighs shaking.
His cunt was a subtle pink color, the same color as his lips. The folds were puffy and glistening with slick, his clit eager for attention. Arthur nearly drooled at the sight. “I don’t think you’re ready for me yet, darlin’.” Arthur cooed, and John nearly came at the nickname. The boy seemed so nervous, clearly confused and a bit embarrassed.
Arthur gently teased the folds with his finger, rubbing against the boys clit occasionally, before finally shoving one finger inside. John squeaked, squirming as he jerked his hips. “Art- Arthur.. please.” He whined, feeling Arthur move his fingers in and out, curling them occasionally.
It was such a warm, and tight space, nearly forcing a groan out of Arthur. “You’re such a pretty boy, ain’t ‘chu?” Arthur mumbled against johns skin, kissing the boys neck softly. John nodded eagerly, his walls pressing down on Arthur’s finger when he was praised. Arthur’s finger gently pressed against a certain spot, causing John to choke out a cry, his tears slipping past his reddened cheeks as his body shook and his own cum dribbled down his thighs. He whined, cumming immediately after Arthur pressed against that spot, his body was so sensitive.
John laid nearly limp, his head pressed against the soft cushion of a bedroll, his hips still in the air. Then, he seemed to get a bit frightened when he heard Arthur’s belt being undone, and his pants being slid down his legs. John shut his eyes tightly, whining as he closed his legs. “Art, I don’t think I want this anymore..” John squeaked, before hearing a soft grunt as Arthur pulled John closer. Arthur didn’t say a word, and John felt Arthur’s hand pry his legs open, and his tip prod at his folds.
He really started crying now, squirming as he tried to tap Arthur’s thigh so he would stop. “Arthur please.. c-can we just go to sleep?” John whimpered, sniffling as tears streamed down his face. He didn’t get any warning, feeling Arthur grab his wrists and pin them on his back, holding them with one hand. John nearly screamed when he felt Arthur shove his entire cock inside him. “Fuck— it hurts! Art!”
Arthur grunted as his cock was wrapped in johns warm, velvety walls, the tightness nearly overwhelming. Arthur huffed, before he started to roughly pound into johns tight cunt. “Art!—“ John cried, his voice struggling as the air was knocked out of him with every thrust. “I wanna—“ john had to take a break to gasp for air. “I wan’ go home!” He cried softly, before his vocal cord could only produce a string of pained squeaks, mewls, and soft sobs. When John did talk, it was only incoherent babbling.
Arthur’s free hand grabbed johns waist, using it as leverage as he continued his onslaught of harsh thrusts. He was big, big enough to reach johns cervix. Arthur knew that would probably hurt, so he didn’t go all the way in. He continued to fuck the poor teen, who was only 4’10, he pulled out suddenly, leaving John clenching on nothing and feeling empty.
John felt something warm splatter on his lower back, whining as Arthur’s cock rested on his ass. “You were such a good boy, weren’t you?” Arthur mumbled, leaning over kissing johns head. John mewled, feeling Arthur bring him close gently.
Arthur always knew how to make John feel better, no matter what he did to John. The young boy knew no better, and he will always forgive Arthur.