Submitted by whipit23 last August 12th 2008, 05:08 AM

Mikey placed his hands on the cold, smooth surface of the small 2-foot table. The cellar was cold and a chill covered his pale, slender body. He set his feet apart and raised his ass high, waiting, his breathing heavy. He heard footsteps on the stone floor and began to tremble in fear and anticipation. He felt a smooth, tender hand run from his soft buttocks, to his softer blond hair.
‘Frank…’ he whispered, as the hand stroked his head. He turned round to stare at the long white can