LOST BOY - CHAPTER 1 [PATREON EXCLUSIVE]

CHAPTER 1

Alfonso hit ignore on his phone, not wanting to hear from his boss. He was already three hundred miles from where he worked, sitting in a tent he’d put up two hours ago, already four hours late for his shift, but he didn’t give a fuck. He’d gotten into a fight with Carlton, everyone’s favorite cook on the line.

Dennis, their boss, told Alfonso that he could have his job back as long as he apologized to Carlton, but why the fuck would he do that? Why would he demean himself when Carlton had been talking mad shit? Their fight hadn’t even happened at the restaurant! They were a good thirty yards from the building when they exchanged punches, but what did Carlton do?

He ran back to the restaurant sobbing like a little bitch. He broke down in Dennis’s office, telling him that he was only joking when he called Alfonso a ‘dirty bastard boy’. He was only joking when he called Alfonso’s mom a ‘street-gutter whore’. Alfonso didn’t say anything to Carlton at first, but then the insults kept coming.

Carlton was a master manipulator. He smiled at the bosses one moment and then turned his head to talk shit to the guys on the line the next. Everyone brushed off the seedy jokes, including Alfonso, but Carlton took it one step too far when he started talking about his mom one day, saying she sucked dick and stood on the corner to pay the bills. Alfonso told him to shut up, but he just kept going.

At least until Alfonso knocked him to the ground and literally kicked his ass, sending him rolling across the grass, but what did Carlton do? Did he take his beating like a man? Fuck no! He twisted the story, telling their boss Dennis that he was just playing around, accusing Alfonso of not knowing how to take a joke, but if anyone bothered to ask Alfonso, he would have told them that Carlton didn’t know how to take a beating like a man.

Nobody gave Alfonso the chance.

Dennis gave him a write-up to sign the next day. If it hadn’t been three days before payday, Alfonso would have told Dennis to shove that write-up in unspeakable places, but Alfonso kept his mouth shut until that final check got deposited to his account, and now he would never go back to that damn restaurant again.

He would rather be dead broke and free than look at Carlton’s face every day. Carlton could have the restaurant, and Alfonso would find somewhere else to work, or maybe he would go back to selling drugs.

He hadn’t decided.

Alfonso wanted to be better. He didn’t want to make money on the streets anymore. The money wasn’t even that good, and the customers were disgusting. He hated fiends, almost as much as he hated Carlton. He wished he were four or five inches taller, so that he could be a model or something. He had naturally dirty blonde hair, tan skin, a tight little waist, six-pack abs, and defined arms. They weren’t overly big, but he caught girls looking at them every time he went out.

He'd even gone to a modeling agency, but they told him he was too short. Gorgeous, but short. It killed Alfonso. He knew that he could walk down a runway or pose for a camera, especially if the money was right, but it just wasn’t in the cards for him. He would probably have to find yet another dead-beat job where the managers and coworkers treated him like shit, but he had enough money to get by for a few weeks without working.

Without selling his soul.

Alfonso ditched his phone, leaving it in the tent as he stepped outside. The guy in the campground’s office gave him a map, and he was tired of looking at his phone. He’d been scrolling through social media all morning, looking at pictures of people he went to school with, hating them for all the success they had. Hating that he hadn’t tried a little harder or cared a little more.

Alfonso checked the map as he stood outside of his tent. He wanted to take the longest trail possible. He wanted to lose himself in the woods and completely forget about what’d happened with Carlton, so he turned to the right and headed toward the longest line on the map. He glanced over his shoulder once before stepping onto the trail that led past the wall of trees.

He was wearing short sleeves and shorts, which he realized was a mistake after about half a mile. The mosquitoes were eating him alive. He hadn’t even bothered to put on insect repellent. It didn’t matter how much he waved his arms around in the air like a fool, they were attacking from every direction, drinking his blood like his body was an all-you-can-eat buffet.

“Fucking hell!” Alfonso screamed. His booming voice sent a few birds flying from the trees. His feet pounded against the dirt trail as he ran from the mosquitoes, only getting a break if he was moving fast. He didn’t stop running until he got to a clearing, shocked by what he found there.

A gorgeous blonde was stretched out in a warrior pose, arms and legs perfectly balanced. She didn’t even notice Alfonso standing there, staring at her like she was a goddess, but was she not?

The sunlight was hitting her body in the most splendid ways. It made the thin layer of sweat on her skin sparkle like diamonds. It made her peachy complexion shine. She pulled herself out of the position, slowly turning her head toward Alfonso, not shocked or afraid.

Alfonso’s chest tightened when she flashed him a smile. She wiped her forehead with the sweatbands around her wrists. She pulled off the sweatbands and tossed them onto her yoga mat before walking over toward Alfonso, looking like a goddess walking over water.

“Hello,” she said smoothly. “Would you like to join me?”

Alfonso shook his head, his chest still tight.

“If you don’t want to join me, then I’ll have to politely ask you to keep moving. I don’t need an audience.”

“The mosquitoes are killing me. You do whatever, but I need a break from the woods,” Alfonso said. The girl was sexy, but she could kiss his ass if she thought he was about to walk through those woods again without taking a break. “Do you have any insect repellent?”

“No,” she said. “That stuff is poison.”

“How do you avoid getting eaten alive?”

“I use a soap the insects aren’t attracted to when I come to the woods. Please, though, if you don’t mind. I would like to be alone now.”

“I do mind. This is a free country, and I can be wherever I damn well please.”

Alfonso meant to scare the girl a little. He had no intention of hurting her. His mother had taught him better than to put his hands on women, but he still knew the power that he could have over his female counterparts. Even though his intimidations usually worked, they did nothing to deter this woman. She was different. There was a calm fierceness in her eyes that unsettled Alfonso.

“Let me guess,” the girl said and took a step forward. “You think you’re something of a bad boy. That you can bend the rules and do as you please. You probably think you’re above receiving punishment too, don’t you?”

“Uh… what?” Alfonso asked, shifting his feet. He just wanted to sit down for a few minutes to catch his breath before braving the mosquitoes. He didn’t need all this extra bullshit.

“You heard me. What’s your name anyway, boy?”

“It’s… uh… Alfonso. Look, I—”

“No! You look, Alfonso. I was here first, and if you don’t keep it moving or join me, then I’m going to make you my bitch.”

“What the fuck?”

The girl chuckled through folded lips, taking a step toward Alfonso with a demented look in her eyes. Alfonso never would have expected this girl to act like this when he saw her doing yoga, but there was something seriously off about her, but Alfonso was a stubborn man who hated being told what to do.

“You think I’m playing?”

“I don’t know what the fuck your problem is, but I’m not going anywhere.”

“Oh, you foolish boy.”

“What are you talking about, dude?”

“I am not a dude! My name is Jessica, and if you address me, that’s the bare minimum I’ll accept. Do you understand, Alfonso?”

“What the fuck is wrong with you?”

Jessica smirked before reaching down to pull off her tight workout shirt. She wasn’t wearing on a bra or anything beneath it, leaving her breasts on full display for Alfonso, and fuck, they were a nice set of knockers, all pert and tight with their perfect nipples. Alfonso reached down to put his hands over his crotch to cover his growing dick.

“Like what you see, do you?”

“Shut up,” Alfonso said.

Jessica laughed and shook her head. “I will not shut up. You disturbed my peace, but that’s okay. I’ll forgive you… maybe.”

“You’re crazy.” Alfonso shook his head and turned around to head back down the trail, but he’d made too much of a disturbance for Jessica to allow him to leave so easily. Jessica put her hand on his shoulder and turned him around to look into his eyes.

Jessica didn’t like being bothered, and she especially didn’t like being told to shut up, so she was going to make Alfonso regret ever saying those words, or maybe he would like his punishment. Jessica was never sure with boys. They were all so different, but that was what made them fun.

“You’re right about that, Alfonso. I am crazy.”

Alfonso swallowed, suddenly afraid. Did this woman have a gun? Did she have a rope to tie him up and throw him over the cliff? Maybe she was the dissolve him in acid and remove the teeth type. Alfonso honestly didn’t know, taking a step backwards with each step Jessica took toward him. He grunted when he ran into a tree.

Jessica giggled. “My, you’re clumsy and bad. How did I ever get so lucky?”

“What the fuck are you talking about, dude?”

Jessica reached out and grabbed Alfonso by his dirty blonde hair, clutching it in a tight grip. “What did I tell you about calling me dude? Call me Jessica, or you could call me mistress, if you’d like. Madame would work too.”

“Let me go!”

“Look at my tits,” Jessica commanded.

Alfonso had been staring at them through his peripherals ever since she removed her shirt. They were some of the best breasts he’d ever seen, but this chick was fucking bananas. He just wanted to get back to his tent, but Jessica still had a tight grip on his hair.

“What about them?” Alfonso asked, trying to act like he didn’t want to fuck the space between her tits with his dick.

“You want to play with them?”

“No,” he said quickly.

“You’re lying. We both know it, so why don’t you try again? This time I want to hear the truth,” Jessica said and tugged a little on Alfonso’s hair.

Never had a girl treated him like this, like he was some kind of bitch. He felt utterly humiliated, but what he couldn’t understand was why his dick was throbbing in his shorts. If it weren’t for the pair of boxer-briefs he was wearing, his erection would be making a huge tent in his shorts.

“Tell me the truth, Alfonso.”

“Fine! Of course I want to play with your tits! What guy wouldn’t want to play with those… those…?”

“What are they, Alfonso? Tell me. Shower me with compliments.”

“Those gorgeous fucking tits. Damn! Will you let go of my hair now?”

“Okay, but when I do, I want you to turn around and put your nose up against the tree until I’m done with my yoga.”

“What the fuck? No way!”

“Are you arguing with me?” asked Jessica. “I don’t like boys who argue. I’m not above giving you a spanking.”

A spanking? This chick had actually lost her mind!

“You’re crazy if you think I’m about to stand with my nose to the tree! I’m not fucking doing that, you crazy bitch!”

Jessica grabbed a handful of Alfonso’s hair and pulled, making him scream. She stepped closer until she was centimeters from his face, her eyes staring into his. She could see into his soul. He was lost and confused, probably acting out because nobody had punished him before, but Jessica was happy to teach him a lesson.

“Call me a bitch again, and I’ll make you regret it.”

“Yeah, right.”

Jessica pulled on Alfonso’s hair, making him yelp. What he didn’t understand was why his dick twitched every time Jessica yanked on his hair. He didn’t like the pain, but did he enjoy the control? He was so confused and just wanted to go back to his tent, but Jessica’s tits. Would she really let him have them?

“Go back to your tent if you want, but I promise I’ll masturbate so loudly tonight, it’ll drive you crazy. I saw you setting up your tent. You’re on the plot right next to mine.”

“Fine. Do that, but I’m not standing here with my nose to the tree like a child.”

“No problem. There are plenty of men who want a girl like me,” Jessica said with a laugh. She waved for Alfonso to get moving when he just stood there looking at her like a fool. “Scurry along then, chump!”

Alfonso turned to leave Jessica, but then he stopped after walking a few feet away from her. What if he needed punishment? What if he needed a strong woman like Jessica to put him in his place? He’d never met anyone like her, and he felt like he was making a grave mistake by walking away after a few short steps.

He hated himself for it, but he turned around and walked right over to the tree. He cursed to himself, saying he was a complete fool for doing this, but Jessica. She was so hot. So confident. She seemed like the type of woman who had her shit together, and Alfonso desperately needed help in that department.

“You made the right choice,” Jessica said with a smile in her voice.

Alfonso grunted and stared at the tree, feeling completely pathetic, but his dick was still rock hard. He didn’t know what this Jessica chick was doing to him, but he kind of liked it. Not that he would ever tell her that. He was a brat. A bad boy. Jessica could try all she wanted, but he would be right back to his old ways once he buried his hard dick into her pussy.

He was sure of it.

Or so he thought…