Kylie's Bit of Rough
Alice Leach has entered a very comfortable period of her life. She's raised a daughter who now has a daughter of her own named Kylie. Now this teenage girl Kylie has fallen to the family plague of mixing with the wrong sort of man. Alice's husband Reg went to jail years ago and Kylie's been involved in an almost life-long affair with a man named John Butcher who has just been caught for his involvement with all sorts of criminal activity. What is it about these rough, dangerous men that attract women like Alice so much? She still doesn't know after all these years. But even this John has the ability to set her knickers on fire, even though she realises he's bad news.
Alice works on the polishing while watching her soaps.
She casually mulls over the other housework that needs doing that day.
"Now let's see..." she thinks. "There's the dishes that need washing... the food shopping... the dry cleaning..."
"the...." her thoughts break off. "Hello! Who's this?" She stares at the television enamoured.
He's exactly the kind of rugged stallion she goes for. It's been ages since she's had her own bit of rough. Even though Kylie's John has turned out to be the wrong sort she could never help fancying the pants off him.
"Too late for me," she sighs and turns on the radio to avoid such tempting distractions while she does her cleaning.
She tunes in to a music program that is interspersed with radio call in competitions.
Alice leaves the radio on the counter. Only she can't bring herself to go back to her dull housework. She could afford to get a cleaner, but she simply doesn't trust having other people in her house.
The announcer on the radio chatters away while she sinks into erotic images of a tough, wild bit of something that is a mixture of her estranged husband Reg, Kylie's John and the handsome soap star on the telly.
"It's time for our Big Money Challenge," the voice on the radio gleefully announces. "Carol in Accrington for the £50 question: Which country borders Iraq to the East?"
Carol: "Ermmm..." DJ: "Do you want a clue?" Carol: "Yes" DJ: "Today I run. Yesterday I…" Carol: "Walked?”
Alice doesn't pay attention to the ridiculous program, but carries the radio with her to polish her bits on the mantelpiece.
There’s her handsome no-good Reg. Still a killer after all these years.
Alice wipes the dust from his face and feels a warm stirring in her groin.
Her loins nearly ache to have his warm, insistent tongue lapping at her sweet cunt again.
The radio DJ breaks her train of thought, “Over to our Newsroom for this special report… This morning has seen a serious disturbance at Benton Young Offenders Institution….”
“Several inmates have escaped…Among them John Butcher and 3 accomplices…The public should consider these fugitives extremely dangerous…Any information should be handed to the police immediately….”
Alice nearly drops the photo of her Reg, her hands are trembling so viciously.
“What on earth can that John be thinking of?” she wonders.
“He better not go after her darling granddaughter Kylie!” she shivers.
He probably will though... as she was his last girlfriend before getting himself locked up!
Alice tries to shrug off these nasty thoughts by beginning the washing up.
But there is something unsettling about this whole business which keeps dragging her thoughts back to Butcher’s escape.
Then she remembers: Kylie was living here during a bad patch when she and John were arguing. Then John got locked up. So if John came back looking for Kylie he would probably come to...
BANG! BANG! BANG!
Alice doesn’t even need to look up at the window to see who is pounding on it like a maniac.
John Butcher is at the window furiously motioning her to let him in.
Alice’s better sense tells her to keep the door locked, but she never did know the right time to say no. That’s what has made life worth living for her.
John bursts through her door without so much as a “How do you do Mrs Leach?”
“Where’s Kylie?” John asks flustered. “You’ve got to hide me quick!”
“Easy does it John,” Alice says soothingly. She has to stop herself from resting a hand on his broad masculine shoulders. “Kylie has got her own place now.”
“There isn’t time to explain,” John huffs out of breath.
“There’s some people after me and I’m so tired and hungry.”
“Don’t try to pull a fast one on me,” Alice sighs. “I know what’s going on. I listen to the radio. The cops are after you.”
“So what if they fucking are?” John shouts. “I don’t deserve it!”
Alice feels a hot spark from the tremendous power of his voice, but her maternal instinct says, “Lower your voice young man.”
“You got yourself into this mess and I’m not going to aid a criminal,” she says firmly.
“You saw the way Kylie treated me!” he says burned. “She never had any faith in me!”
"I know you were messing around on her," Alice snaps back. "I know your type... go out and do any nasty thing you want. Then you come crawling back for forgiveness and a cuddle."
"Look I apologized to Kylie alright," John insists.
"But this isn't really the time to go into it with cops after me! Can't I just get something to eat and washed up? Then I'll leave you alone for good."
"You're very attentive to me all of a sudden," Alice says hurt. "You were never even polite when Kylie brought you around before."
"You can stay here just long enough to sort yourself out, but then you have to get out." Alice loves the idea of having a rough man around the house again, even if it's only temporary.
"That would be brilliant Mrs Leach," John says. "I'm absolutely starving."
"And I ran the whole way here so I'm dripping with sweat."
"You wouldn't mind if I slipped up for a shower, would you?"
"But your filthy clothes are going to stink up my house!"
"I could just throw them in the washer while you are showering I suppose," Alice sighs. She can't wait to get a wiff of his manly sweat on those rags while he washes himself in her shower.
"And I think I might have some food you'd like in the refrigerator."
"Go upstairs and hop in the shower. I'll be up in a bit to get your clothes."
"I'll fry you something up and it will be ready for you by the time you're all washed up."
Alice finds some sausages stashed in a drawer. Hungry men always love a good pile of sausages.
She starts to imagine the weary John stripping in her bathroom upstairs.
Alice wishes she had an excuse to go up and wash his naked, muscular body. She could use a nude servant around the house.
John starts stripping for his shower.
He wishes Kylie were here. He could really do with a shag now.
Still, Mrs Leach keeps herself up. It's obvious she's gagging for a taste of him. Maybe he'll give it to her later.
If Alice was getting horny thinking about John showering, her sex drive kicks into overtime stirring the thick meaty sausages around the pan.
The doorbell chimes.
She decides that whoever it is she'll tell them to go away. There are to be no interferences when a young, naked man is in her house.
Then she realises it must be the police. They must have known about his relationship with Kylie and deduced he would come around here for help.
This isn't the first time Alice has had to put on an act for the law. She composes herself for the performance of her lifetime.
The doorbell chimes again. "I'm coming," she calls in her most matronly voice.
"Afternoon madam," the policeman nods at her.
"My goodness!" Alice exclaims in a soft feminine voice. "What can I do for you officers?"
"A former acquaintance of your granddaughter's, John Butcher, has escaped from custody," the officer says calmly. "We were wondering if you had seen him and if we could have a look around your house."
Alice Leech only had a day of boring housework to look forward to. That was until her grand-daughter's ex-boyfriend came banging on her back door looking for somewhere to hide. John Butcher you see is a wanted criminal on the run from a young offender's institution. Alice knows from bitter experience that criminal types are bad news. But like a moth to a flame she cannot help being drawn to them and always ends up paying the consequences...
"Of course officers, do come in." Alice finds herself saying. The instinctive reaction of someone used to having to wrong-foot the authorities on behalf of no-good men.
Had she demanded a search warrant they would've known something was up. Perhaps she can charm her way through this and hopefully spirit Butcher away under the policemen's noses?
"I hope you 2 understand how bad it looks having 2 policemen on my doorstep. The neighbours will have a field-day gossiping about this."
"So perhaps you nice young men could do me a big favour and be as quick and discrete as possible" Alice adds, trying to be pleasant. "I have quite a bit of housework to do."
"Madam we do understand this is a sensitive matter but John Butcher is a very violent young man. We must do everything possible to catch this wanted fellon." replies the more senior of the 2.
"Oh I understand." But Alice's face betrays more concern than she wants to. She knew Butcher was a tearaway as a child but violent! And now he's upstairs in her bathroom!
"We're glad for your co-operation Miss" adds the younger copper. "It's not that we don't trust you but we must conduct a thorough search."
Oblivious to the drama in the hallway John Butcher is upstairs becoming re-acquainted with bathrooms in civilised society.
The grubby little oik knows nothing better than to drop his prison clothes where he stands.
As he unfastens his trousers the sweet smell of women's toiletries around him fills his nostrils.
Even as he struggles to pull his trousers over his feet the smell of freedom envelopes his being like never before.
He never appreciated it but all the trappings of freedom, middle class living and women are things he never wishes to have to live without again.
He begins to head towards the shower but stops for a second to take it in.
Now that he is safe in Alice's house he takes a moment just to look at some of the things he was denied in jail. The simple gold-plated water taps...
...the birds singing in the back garden. "I must've died and gone to heaven." he thinks looking out the bathroom window.
The young lad turns on the shower and instinctively puts out a hand, expecting to feel the freezing cold water he is used to.
But he could cry when immediately it is the perfect temperature.
Even as he stoops to pick up some soap he thinks to himself that he won't be giving this up in a hurry. Even if he has to fight for it.
As he soaps around his sweaty young penis and balls Butcher is in a world of his own. Wrapped up in his thoughts.
Quietly the 2 policemen have begun to check every room, including the downstair's cloakroom.
"Goodness" thinks Alice "They're even checking in that tiny cupboard under the sink. How am I going to get rid of that lad?!"
To make matters worse Alice can only shadow one officer at a time and the younger one is free to search all over the place.
Alice invited them into her house. In "law" that gives the police many powers to search wherever they choose. In every nook and cranny.
To make matters worse the coppers have split up and are not chatting to each other...
...and as they continue their search almost silently Butcher has no chance of being alerted to their presence.
Meanwhile he is enjoying every bit of his shower.
He loves the way he can turn the water as hot as he likes, steaming up the door like a treat.
"A shower door! Now there's a thing. If only the lads back in Bentons Institution could see me now!"
"Sausages Madam? Four sausages?" asks the copper. "Yes a mid-morning snack." replies Alice as calmly as possible and then thinking fast...
"Would you like something. You boys must be famished?" she asks, hoping to deflect the enquiry. "No thank you Madam," replies the older one "We've almost finished down here and then we can go upstairs." he adds chillingly.
Alice thinks that there is a good chance Butcher doesn't even know the police are there. She must somehow make sure he is alerted. "I think your mate's already searched through here once." she states helpfully and, it must be said, rather loudly.
"Yes well it doesn't harm anyone to have an extra check does it Madam" mutters the copper.
"Do you know I agree" states Alice in a raised voice "I do think that the public should be much more helpful and understanding that the POLICE have a hard job to do." The copper is perplexed as to what provoked Alice's comment but appreciative nonetheless.
That did it. Butcher could make out the word "Police" even if whispered in a high wind.
The naked wet boy's blood runs cold with fear and he daren't even get close to the stairs from fear of being seen from the floor below.
With one ear he listens for how many different voices are coming from the living room. If it's not a big squad perhaps there's a chance if he climbs out the bathroom window.
Or maybe rush down and get out the front door!
"That's just cleaning materials..."
...although I expect you have a lovely wife more used to all that stuff" adds Alice, trying to make a joke but accidentally sounding rather sarcastic.
"Perhaps I could show you how to do housework and you could help me clean up if you're going to scour the house anyway." she adds.
"You're quite welcome to carry on your housework Madam" replies the young copper not in the least humoured by Alice. But that's what she wanted to hear.
With her stomach in knots Alice tries to walk calmly up the stairs, listening for any sounds.
Nothing can prepare her for what she sees next. Her grand-daughter's teenage ex-boyfriend as naked as the day he was born. Panicked.
Butcher gesticulates at her knowing that any sound may give him away. Alice on the other hand cannot help having a sly glance at the young lad's private parts.
With his heart racing Butcher quickly covers himself, cutting off Mrs Leech's little thrill. She then looks back up at him staight into his knowing eyes.
Uncomfortable looking into her face after that moment of self-consciousness Butcher then makes an exagerated look downstairs, hoping to provoke Alice into speaking first.
"What's going on" he whispers. "There are 2 policemen downstairs turning the place upside-down looking for you." Alice replies.
Butcher reacts angrily "Jesus Fuck! What are we going to do?!"
Now Alice sees a little of Butcher's other side. "You've got to hide me or get me out or we're both in trouble. You too lady!" Butcher's anger overcomes his earlier bashfulness and he unwittingly exposes his naked wet genitals to Alice once again.
"What on Earth do you expect me to do..." Alice begins to retort but once again she finds herself distracted.
As she now openly stares at Butcher's young penis her heart tells her that it might be a good idea if she could hold on to this strapping lad for just a bit longer.
"Calm down and follow me" Alice says, taking Butcher by the hand. Her assertiveness placates Butcher's nerves.
The feeling of his hand in this older lady's makes the lad slightly regress to when he was a child and he obediently follows Mrs Leech back through the bedroom to the bathroom.
Seeing that policeman searching the guest bathroom has given her the one idea that may save butcher's skin.
"Come on, get in here." orders Alice but Butcher winces like a scolded child at the suggestion.
But there is nothing for it and the naked young boy begins to crawl into the tiny space beneath the sink.
The cupboard will barely accommodate the lad but it must, even if Alice has to push him in with both hands.
"I'm never going to fit in here." winges Butcher and it occurs to Alice that with his attitude it is no wonder he got caught in the first place.
But Alice is having none of it, pressing her hands against the boy's naked flesh and by strength of will forcing his body to contort into the tiny hole.
No sooner is his head under the pipes when awful thoughts start coming back to him and an acute sense of claustrophobia.
Alice could almost burst out laughing at the strange sight they must look but has no time for that as she listens out for the policemen.
Finally Butcher is installed in the space, his head and neck uncomfortably jammed up against the back wall.
Alice slams the doors fast on Butcher's naked young rear.
She composes herself knowing that the hard part is just beginning. How to stop the 2 policemen looking in the bathroom cupboard?
The dark evenings spent in solitary begin to haunt the lad. Tapping on pipes the only way to communicate with the outside world.
After another half an hour of searching the house there is nothing for it and Alice must allow the policemen into her bedroom.
In truth the men are already tired of searching but they cannot show it even looking beneath the bedclothes for any signs that the fugitive has been there.
Alice keeps a watchful eye on them hoping that Butcher hadn't dropped any clues in the bedroom when she wasn't there.
Meanwhile Butcher is going through terrible trauma. His muscles are already contracted with cramp and now the walls of his tiny prison seem to be getting closer and closer.
He's sure that the terrible pain on the back of his head and neck is becoming even worse as the walls seem to push together squeezing his naked cold and wet body ever into an even tighter ball. His breathing becomes fast and faster. He can't stand much more of this. He must cry for help.
Over the last half hour Alice had been dreading this moment but it won't be long now before the cops try to search the bathroom. She must prepare herself. But her stomach leaps into her mouth with what she sees next.
The sudden appearance of her grand-daughter's ex-boyfriend has become a liability for Alice Leech. No sooner has he virtually knocked down her door in a desperate effort to hide from the authorities than 2 policemen have arrived on her doorstep prepared to leave no stone unturned in their efforts to find the fugitive.Alice was in half a mind to turn him over until she caught the teenage lad naked and wet at the top of the stairs. After that she was keen to keep him all to herself and bundled him into her tiny bathroom cupboard. The only problem is the fool has left all his clothes on the floor just as the police are closing in...
Hoping that the policemen aren't following behind Alice does her best to avoid flinching as she catches site of Butcher's prison clothes scattered on the bathroom floor.
Without a sound she matter-of-factly gathers his clothes into her rubbish bag, her heart racing.
Anxiously Alice glances over to the doorway expecting to see both policemen standing there watching her.
She can hardly believe that the dopey coppers are still messing around in her bedroom where she is sure they will find nothing.
Alice feels like she's walking through Ankara Airport with a rucksack full of heroin as she makes the small trip from the bathroom to the bedroom door. She almost risks everything by making a throw-away comment as she leaves but manages to bite her tongue.
Unbeknownst to the police Alice has hurtled down the stairs and thrown out the rubbish bag for the bin collectors. "Would either of you boys like a shower to freshen up?" she offers, glad that the steam has cleared.
"It's not every day I have 2 strapping men in my bathroom" she coos.
"It get's very lonely when you live on your own you know? It's doing me the power of good to have company." she continues, while adopting a sexy pose infront of the cupboard. Seeing his elder colleague being flirted with tickles the younger copper.
"Actually it's a shame you haven't found a man hiding in my house" she adds to the startled man "I can assure you I wouldn't let him leave...If you know what I mean"
And Alice gives the policeman a look that is a perfect blend of 'flirty older woman' and 'unbalanced tart'He just smiles back.
Moments later and the men are putting on their helmets to leave. "Why do you have to leave so soon? I suppose you have alot of other ladies' houses to visit." sighs Alice, almost believing the sentiment.
"Thank you for your co-operation Madam." replies one. "We're sorry to have taken up so much of your time." adds the other, thinking it better to stick to the subject than respond to her suggestive remarks.
"No problem at all. It's everyone's duty to help."
"Bye now, and take care." waves Alice elated to see the back of them.
Now, what to do about that boy?
Alice has been thinking while the police have been there.
And Butcher's outburst at her earlier has convinced her.
She's going to have some of what Kylie's had whether John Butcher likes it or not.
"John." she whispers and from inside the cupboard she can hear whimpering."Please! Let me out. I can't take it any more!" he sobs.
"You'd better be quiet. There's hundreds of them. They're searching the place with dogs." Alice lies.
"Just stay there. It may take hours but I'll try to get rid of them." and she can just make out the desperate sobbing of the boy, curled up in agony from behind the doors.
Alice has a plan but wants to get the most from it. She decides to call her best friend Janet.
Janet answers the phone and it is clear the old slut has been drinking. "Janey love. You know that boy Kylie was seeing?""Oh yesh" slurs the elderly woman's voice on the other end of the line, "Kylie's bit of rough."
Another hour passes during which Alice has been thinking. She carefully opens the cupboard doors to see Butcher curled up in a ball.
"Come out!" she orders coldly.
Butcher can hardly move. "Come on out. I've told the police to leave. They won't come back unless I tell them to." she adds.
Nothing has quite prepared Alice for the sorry sight that has become of John. Naked, cold and sobbing he crawls out of the tiny hole.
The totally nude teenage boy, on his hands and knees, almost collapses at her feet.
But Alice isn't about to show him any sympathy and stands like the statue of a goddess, graciously accepting the worship of a mere mortal.
John only shuffles a few feet before collapsing on the cold marble floor.
Alice gazes down at the lad curled up at her feet.
Silently she places one foot on the boy's exposed body.
"Now then John. I've spoken to the police and we got on very well." she begins to explain.
"Spoken to the police!" thinks John."Don't worry, they have no idea you are here. And they won't come back as long as I tell them regularly that I haven't heard from you."
"All will be well, as long as you do exactly as I say." she adds chillingly.
"Hi Alice. I rushed over as soon as I could. Now what's all this about Kylies's tough little boyfriend?" shouts Janet no sooner has Alice opened the front door to her.
"Come in and try to keep the noise down." begins Alice, quickly closing the door "I've had the police over this morning tearing up the place from top to bottom looking for him." she warns.
"But yours truly managed to get rid of them. You should've seen me." she boasts.
"Hold on Alice, looking for that boy? But I heard he got 4 years?" asks Janet anxiously.
"Alice, what have you done?" she asks"He escaped this morning." answers Alice, almost interrupting.
"Right now he's downstairs in my kitchen." she continues proudly.
"Aren't you taking rather a risk harbouring a wanted criminal?" asks Janet."But who do you think they'll believe Janet?" retorts Alice
"You of course" agrees Janet "But what on Earth are you going to do with him? I don't care how cute he is, he's not staying with me!"
"Even if he's still the sexy little thug he was when he was going out with Kylie" Janet blathers, expecting to find John eating his lunch in Alice's kitchen.
But as they turn the corner into the kitchen Janet finally shuts up, completely confused with the vision that confronts her.
A boy, naked save for an apron, doing Alice's housework.
Alice had risked a lot hiding that boy while the police combed her house for him. Her heart was still pounding, the officers having only recently left. Janet hadn't needed asking twice when Alice called her up and hinted that there was some gossip about Kylie's old boyfriend. When she arrived, the last person she expected to see was Butcher himself, he was supposed to be inside after all. But there he was - and wearing just an apron - working away in Alice's kitchen sink...
Butcher's heart was still pounding too, the washing up acting as thankful nerve-calming therapy. He tries not to think about being trapped in that tiny dark cupboard, and concentrates on the warm water
As he rhythmically swills another cup, he begins to calm, the sun coming through the window, he begins to feel free again. The veiled threat Alice made drifts from his mind. He doesn't notice the two women enter the kitchen...
"Oh my god look at him!" whispers Janet, hardly believing her eyes. "I see why you didn't let those coppers take him now."
"Come and have a closer look at him babes. He won't bite you, well, not unless I tell him too."
Butcher concentrates on the glass, he hears the two women approach him, a shiver runs down his spine as he tries to pretend it's not happening.
As the water drains away, Butcher starts to feel walls closing round him, like he's inside again. Those women are talking about him like he is just a piece of meat.
'The old girl did a lot to stop the police finding me, but I can't take this, not being naked in front of her and her mate' thinks Butcher.
The women look him up and down, Janet's mouth almost watering, hoping that what Alice says is true, and this firm bodied young boy IS at their disposal.
"Remember your aunty Janet John?" she slurs. "Yeah, I remember you, now if you'll excuse me, I have work to do." He was embarrassed enough being naked when Kylie could see him, but in front of these two old women...
"Oh John. John, John, John. We all had SUCH high hopes for you, and NOW look where you are." He ignores her, carrying on with his task, hoping she'll disappear - looking for the drinks cabinet. "You can touch him you know!" Says Alice, enthusiastically.
"I'll just get myself a little drink... Hey! Ooo..." Alice intervenes, "Just give him a little stroke, like a dog. We'll get you a drink in a moment." The thought of either woman touching him makes John shudder.
Alice's guest wants to touch him, but isn't quite steady enough on her feet, she's so drunk. 'Perhaps she's so drunk she'll pass out' hopes John, but his legs still quiver at the thought of them seeing him semi-naked as he is, let alone touching him.
"Ooo... Alice! He's lovely and soft." John's legs tense and his washing up slows almost to a halt.
"PHWOAR! It's like a couple of giant peaches in a bag!" John rests his hands, his arms are feeling weak nowtoo. He's never heard anyone talk about him like that before.
"Yeah, he is a fruity young man" John doesn't like the sound of that. "how'd you fancy a nice ripe banana to go with your peaches, a proper fruit salad eh? There might even be some cream as well..."
He still stays at the sink, thanking god for the close-fitting apron. If these old bags got a look at his knob, there'd be no stopping them. At least, he thinks, there isn't a cat in hell's chance of him getting a hard on.
"Try two hands, you know you want to." John can't wash up any more now. He can only stand, and wait, hoping they'll go away.
"Oooo... my knickers are sopping. I could just EAT this little fucker."
Her hands seemed to be moulding themselves to fit the shape of his buttocks perfectly.
The old fingers slide deeper into his crack. He feels one brush against his balls and, to his absolute horror, his cock twitches.
"Hello, what's this then?" The old witch's fingers probe deeper between his legs.
'Fuck my old boots' John thinks, as his generously proportioned cock twiches again, as if under the old woman's command
As her hands retract and grip his buns again, his whole body stiffens. John closes his eyes and hopes the old bag will remember she wants a drink.
"Want a drink Janet?!" asks Alice coincidentally. He moves forward to avoid feeling Alice's hot and liquored breath on his neck. "A drink? Me? Fuck off I'm busy! "Her hands gripped his arse like she was about to try and lift him into the sink.
He hoped to high heaven that she hadn't noticed his 'little twitch' earlier. She couldn't have noticed that? Could she?
"Mmm, mmm, mmm..." Her kneading was becoming more intense and more rhythmic. John shuts his eyes and thinks of the police officers, and what would have happened to him back at the nick if they'd have found him.
"I tell you what..." said Alice, while he had the horrible realisation the other dirty old woman was trying to prise his cheeks apart and look at his ass hole. "Let's at least see what his front looks like, I've almost forgotten!"
The women want him to turn round. He thinks about the officers, and what would have happened if he hadn't come here, about facing them, fully clothed of course, in some back alley. He wishes that's where he was now.
John grips the sink, a sick feeling in the pit of his stomach. The women are quieter now, their breathing heavy, a low hum coming from Janet to his left.
In the gloves he can feel the washing up water that he got in accidentally when he wasn't concentrating, it's getting cool now and making his hands feel clammy.
"You should count yourself VERY lucky young man. Here you are, out of prison and not only that, you have TWO gorgeous women pawing you. It's any man's dream. So YOU had better buck your ideas up." It's certainly not John's idea of a dream.
He freezes as she starts rolling it up.
"Let's see what's under here then."
John raises his eyes skywards, certain that the women will finish 'playing' with him when they've had a look at his todger.
"Can you see it there Janet? John Butcher's todger? Whaddya think girl?"
John's face reddens as he the women notice his cock has just that second swollen slightly.
His erection subsides though. John tries to make himself think of something else; a football match, his old car, anything to distract himself from the women and the way they're handling him.
"Wake the little fucker up again." The lascivious Janet brings him back with a start, the women move even closer, he tries to back away, but the sink stops him.
Alice agrees with Janet, who is wobbling slightly on her unsteady old legs. 'Should I make a run for it?' he thinks, but realises he's nowhere else to go.
A waft of the sickly mix of the alcohol on her breath and the body spray Janet uses hits John. He tries not to listen to their dirty comments about the size of his knob. He hates to hear women talk like that at the best of times, but when it's about him...
"What do you think your Kylie would have done to get him going Alice?" John kept his eyes firmly closed, trying to think of anything but what Kylie would have done. "She'd have popped it in her gob I bet" said Alice. She was right.
John felt his cock surge as an involuntary reflex to the image of Kylie on her knees infront of him. 'Christ, these old bags will think I fancy them...' he tries desparately to think of those other mundane things, but mind control isn't one if his strong points.
Alice jerks the apron up further as John leans back deeper into the sink. He thinks about turning round and jumping into it, squeezing himself down the plughole and escaping, ending up back in prison if need be.
Janet is intrigued. John Butcher, such a handsome, fit young man, here in her friend's house, and at their mercy. Mmm... her mouth was watering. Just look at him! Now where's the bedroom? No, she wouldn't be needing a bedroom...
Johnaccidentally makes eye contact with Alice, something he'd tried hard not to do, and she flutters her eyebrows at him in a lecherous way.
Janet stares at his private parts, Alice shakes the apron and her steely glare fixes him again. He doesn't know what to say or do. He just sighs and lets his shoulders drop.
The women say they want him to 'stand to attention'. John thinks for a moment that they mean stand up straight again, then realises that, of course, they don't mean that at all.
"Come on Janet, get him hard." Butcher is almost sick at thought of what they have in mind.
As her fingers stroke his cock, another involuntary twitch shoots through it. He tries to control it, stop his cock's natural impulses, but this only makes more blood rush to it. Images of Kylie flash through his mind as he thinks about what she would say if she could see him now, which makes things even worse.
He looks down at it, full of shame, as the drunk old woman's hand, with Alice's steadying it, takes a firm grip of his swelling head.
He rests all his weight on the sink, again willing himself back and away from them, but he knows there's nowhere for him to go. Nowhere at all.
Alice advises Janet how to handle his cock. He dare not let the apron drop, knowing it might distract the women and spur them on to more, and worse, for him. He looks down at his hardness with disbelief.
"Is this the best you can do Butcher?!"
His eyes shut, the harder he thinks about his cock and 'why the fuck is it hard?' The more it twitches and jerks, and the more the old women breath heavier and heavier.
He foolishly stutters something out about 'not being in the mood for this.' "Oh I can SOON fix that" says Janet as she starts rubbing his balls.
She cups and massages his balls with one hand and gets back to work on the tip of his cock with another. John feels fingers tracing patterns on his chest, Alice moves a little closer to him.
To his horror, as Alice makes another big circle on him, Janet drops to her knees. He thought for a moment she was going to put it in her mouth, but she's so drunk she just rocks backwards and just continues to wank him.
Alice's nails dig into him, as Janet examines his cock. He's certain she wants to suck it. A shiver of disgust goes right through his body.
Alice thinks this is a shiver of pleasure and pulls him toward her. He can tell she wants to kiss him, so keeps his face turned away from her.
Her wet tongue describes a line round the top of his ear. 'Oh god, that's just what Kylie used to do...'
This makes his cock leap, the drunk old woman decides it's got a life of its own '...like a little animal' she muses to herself. John feels what little control he has over his own cock drifting away.
Then she goes back to work on it in earnest, wanking it almost like he does himself. Alice's mouth makes wet impressions on and around his right ear. He has no control at all over his cock now.
It's only thanks to Kylie's gran Alice that John Butcher is not back in the nick. She's never done anything so daring and dangerous as she did when she hid him from the police, and she's not about to let him forget it. Alice has friends over tonight and there's a special treat in store for them - their own waiter for the evening. He's a bit rough around the edges, not exactly 'silver service', but there is something about him, something a little different to most waiters. Alice has arranged it specially, hoping her friends might find it 'interesting'.
"He was all over us!" lies Janet, as Nicola a friend of Alice's laps up the details of the young criminal they have at their disposal.
"Well that's a mild exaggeration" Alice confesses, "but he's a handsome enough young thug, and no mistake." "Well he was CERTAINLY desperate to shag ME" insists Janet "and it was MY idea to get him to do this tonight."
"He's terrified of going back inside and will do ANYTHING to make sure Alice keeps him here in her 'safe house.' When we were playing with him yesterday, his little legs were trembling. It was like he was a schoolboy standing in naughty corner!" While Janet rattles on, Alice glances over at the drinks cabinet and decides it's time Butcher took up his post. She almost sings his name: "John Butcher, come here!"
The two women who already 'know' John glance proudly as he obediently enters the room. Nicola feels her tummy tingle as she claps eyes on him for the first time. He's not what she was expecting at all. He's EVER so handsome, just the kind of boy she liked at school, and now here he is, their plaything for the evening. Longer even!
Butcher isn't allowed to wear the apron again. He carries in the tray of drinks, and is horrified to see yet another greedy old woman sat there. Nicola feels her face redden at first, but the way her friends are so comfortable with this nude young man, just taking their drinks from him, teasing him about his nudity, soon has her relaxing.
"This is strong stuff" says Butcher, eyeing the per cent proof part of the label on the brandy bottle "don't drink too quickly now ladies, we don't want you getting out of control do we?" Alice can't believe the cheek of the boy and makes a mental note to bring him down a peg or two pretty quickly. John foolishly begins to relax, thinking 'these old girls will be plastered soon, they'll probably just fall asleep in a heap before long.'
Janet does the bringing down for Alice though: "You cheeky twat, it takes more than a few glasses of fucking brandy to get me hammered. Now fill my glass up houseboy."
That wipes the smile off John's face and he fills Janet's glass. Again. Alice, still not used to having his handsome young body at her disposal, looks him up and down.
The other women hold their glasses up as John provides his dutiful waiter service. Alice gives Nicola a look to make sure she is switched on to their game, which, of course, she is. Butcher hopes the women will think of something better to do, something more entertaining than having him parade around as their naked servant.
"My! You are a handsome chap aren't you? Is Alice looking after you okay? DO tell me if she isn't, there's always room at my place, and I've always wanted a butler, especially a nude one!"
John looks at Nicola and thinks. He decides she sounds reasonable, more reasonable than the other two at least, and wonders if he SHOULD take her up on her offer. Alice will surely be glad to be rid of him, and it would help get the police off his trail…
Foolishly, John relaxes even more, seeing the light at the end of the tunnel for once. "Nicola, that sounds great. Alice would be glad to get me from out from under her feet at last I'm sure!" "Not so fast their Butcher!" Alice steps in.
"You're going fucking nowhere until I say so-now come here with that tray and take these glasses back into the kitchen." Butcher's heart sinks. 'Jesus - they've downed that quickly' he thinks, as he notices the empty glasses and slurred words tumbling over Alice's scaly old lips. He's momentarily distracted as he casts his eyes down over Nicola's body - noticing she has quite full and firm breasts - especially compared to the other two old crones.
"FUCK!" Butcher exclaims, as a totally unexpected strong shove sends him to the floor, the tray and glasses scattering everywhere. "He was looking at my tits the dirty fucker! You didn't say he was a little perv boy Alice!" 'That bitch is as batty as the rest of them' Butcher realises.
As he falls, trying not to land on the glasses, something cold and hard crashes down sharply on his left leg. To his horror, the women are all ranting together about what a 'dirty fucker' he is and their cold clammy old hands are slapping pathetically at him. 'Jesus!' His heart rate increases dramatically as he sees the new one, the one he thought was ok, raising a cane above her head.
Oh no - she's even WORSE than the other two' thinks Butcher as he rolls to his left, toward the two women on the sofa, but out of the way of the swishing cane, which comes crashing to the floor. 'That would have drawn blood' realises John with a new-found terror creeping up his spine and filling his whole body with that dread that comes at those awful moments when you realise everything has gone wrong. A light at the end of the tunnel? Nicola was that all right, she was an oncoming fucking train.
Alice, so cross she raises herself off her seat to say it, tells Butcher: "You think you can look at us like you do those young tarts in the filthy places you hang out? Whack him Nicola!"
Nicola doesn't need asking twice. Her arm goes back right behind her head this time and the cane begins its horrifying journey toward him.
Again at the last moment, Butcher manages to move out of the way of the full power of the blow.
Now a confused bundle of fear, fighting the urge to get himself up and run, Butcher raises a hand to try and calm the outrageous cane thwacks landing ever nearer his torso. Alice's hand is coming toward him, but not for a smack…
As Butcher watches the cane go back, Alice's hand interrupts; "Now hang on there, we don't want to damage him too much, not yet anyway. Butcher, get up on the sofa, you look like a fool squirming about on the floor there." "Yeah, a right wanker…" slurs Janet. A giddy, sickly feeling comes over Butcher as he drags himself up on to the sofa...
"Spread his legs" the disgusting Janet cackles out as the syrupy cold flesh of her left hand squeezes his testicles.
As a stockinged leg goes over one of his own, spreading him even more, he feels Alice's warm wet tongue in his ear. 'Oh god, Kylie…' he moans silently to himself. And there's something else, it's Nicola. Her hands, now so tender and warm. 'She knows exactly how to hurt me' thinks Butcher, 'and exactly how to do the opposite too. Oh no...' He doesn't know which is worse.
A cruel laugh from Nicola stops him thinking about Kylie. "Come on John, show us how big and hard your cock can get. It's starting to put me off, all limp and floppy like it has been all night!"
"There there, did the nasty lady frighten you with her cane? Let Aunty Alice lick it all better" Her tongue felt like a giant slug crawling up his neck.
The stench of brandy on her breath is so overpowering that John has to close his eyes and try and stop breathing until she's gone. But she's not going anywhere.
"Still nothing down here-no movement at all hardly" complains Janet. "Ah ha! He needs an expert's touch. Stand him up girls."
Their surprisingly strong hands shove him to his feet and on his unsteady, weak legs (he still hasn't had a proper meal-despite Alice's assurances she'd feed him properly) he struggles to stay upright. Nicola's hand cups his balls from behind. Much to his surprise Butcher finds this strangely unfamiliar and exciting.
He feels the oldest, most disgusting one's dirty paws mauling his chest. The unpleasantness of this is outweighed as Alice is now handling him down below as well.
"Oh NOW we're seeing some signs of life." She says, proudly.
As Alice moves in with her tongue too, Nicola throws her head back laughing "The poor weak fucker can't even stand up! Haven't you been giving him his porridge Alice?" "Oh he's been getting his oats alright, haven't you babe?" chimes in Janet.
Part sleeping, part in a faint, a moment's peace descends on Butcher. He drifts away, off to a quiet beach in Wales somewhere, strolling hand in hand with Kylie. The busy, sweaty, slimy hands keep pawing him.
Mouths move in on him, his cock swells…
…Nicola moves in on him even more, her firm breasts pushing into him, the scent of her shampoo filling his nose.
…Mmmm, her hair…
…and her firm, gorgeous, full bosom.
Butcher tries to ignore the other women as they in turn paw his balls and molest his upper body. 'Just think about Kylie while this old woman does her thing. Get it over with…' he thinks.
He tries hard to ignore the oldest, drunkest one. She's far too drunk already, she's trying to climb on him, she mumbles something about sitting on his face.
'Jesus no, keep your filthy muff away from me' he thinks as he tries to bury his head deeper into Nicola's breasts.
His cock flags at the thought of her cellulite-ridden open old legs descending above his nose. Thankfully she IS too pissed and falls down beside him.
Instead of straddling him and suffocating him with her twat, she's lying on him and moaning as she strokes his belly. Nicola still wanks him expertly.
He feels his balls swell now, as the expensive, classy perfume she must have sprayed around her bra seeps through for him.
The caning forgotten, he lets himself fall back, totally under her spell now. The other two women might as well not be there.
Just as he thinks that, a finger probes his balls, and he feels himself very close…
A hand strokes his leg, sending serious signals to his balls now. Signals that can't be ignored. There's no going back now. 'Oh fuck, here it comes…'
There's nothing Butcher can do to stop the irreversible flow of semen as it starts its journey from inside his body to the outside world.
"Let's get every drop from you now, come on, let's see you squirt it all out."
And squirt out it does.
In delightfully fragrant yet thin spurts...
...as Nicola pumps relentlessly.
Squeezing the head of his cock...
...ensuring every drop is wringed from him.
Butcher still smells her, nuzzling her breast.
His legs quivering now.
Her hand still pumping.
Nicola doesn't stop until she's sure he's...
...drained.
The cum erupts from his cock in long, steady spurts. Nicola delightedly pumps away, pleased as punch with her own handiwork.
'It's like she's milking a cow' thinks Butcher. The strident voice of his protector startles him: "RIGHT, we've got something else in mind for you now Butcher..."
As Nicola reaches for a tissue to wipe his cum off her hands, Alice hurls a tiny piece of a tissue at him and orders him: "Just sort that carpet out first. Scrub it."
He can't find any sperm on the carpet, and then feels a hand on the back of his head and fears they are going to push him to the floor again. 'Keep thinking about life inside, keep thinking about life inside' he repeats to himself, life inside being the only thing he had to think about that was worse than these 'old hags.'
Butcher takes a soiled tissue from Nicola. "Go on L-I-C-K it…" slurs Alice. 'Has it really come to this? Is this the price of my freedom?' thinks Butcher.
"Just wipe my fingers before you throw that away" Nicola orders, proffering them for him. "AND this bit of the sofa purr-lease Butcher…" adds Alice.
He wipes up his own spunk to the sound of Alice Leach quietly singing to a made-up tune: "He's wiping up his spunky, the dirty little monkey…"
"Don't forget that we haven't finished with you yet boy. Not by a long chalk" lectures Janet.
"There are three randy women here, and we want YOU to sort us out. How do you like the sound of that? Can't believe your luck eh?" Butcher almost gags.
'This is it' thinks Butcher. 'This is what I've chosen over serving my sentence. At least there was an end to that sentence, remission, time off for good behaviour...' Butcher will be getting none of those things from these women, none of them at all.
